ZAMBO

The Coon, the Wetback,
and the Aryan

It was your normal, mud infested day here in sunny Koonifornia, with the streets crawling with the ugly brute faces of invaders and street apes, all looking for something to steal or someone to rob. Not an hour goes by here that you don't see a few cop cars racing by, on their way to the scene of the latest mayhem caused by these animals that dare to call themselves our equals. A safe, peaceful society is completely beyond the grasp of their primitive, evil minds. They honestly can't fathom why whites are so upset over the destruction of that lifestyle. After all, there was nothing in it for the muds. I was shopping inside a local store and talking to the clerk, when I caught some movement in the corner of my eye. Someone was near the driver's door of my truck, which I had parked just outside the door so I could keep an eye on it while I grabbed a cold drink. I was only going to be in there sixty seconds, so I didn't see the need in rolling up all the windows and locking it just for that. Dumb move. I forgot for one moment that this is koonifornia, and they'll steal your underwear with you still in them. I turned just in time to see a long, bony black arm reach in my truck window as quick as a cobra and retrieve my cell phone. I dropped everything and ran like a sonofabitch toward that thieving nigger...

He spied me just before I got to him, and he shot off like a champion track star. And we all know how those niggers can run. Hell, I once saw one leap a ten foot retaining wall in one bound to get away from the cops that were chasing his worthless black ass. Just as luck would have it, a friend of mine was standing outside the door and about to enter when he saw the coon beat feet and me give chase. Now this guy is long, lean, and built for running, but he's also muscled up to beat the band. A tough customer that I'd hate to tangle with. And he hates niggers with a purple passion. He gave me a quizzical look and all I said was "Sic him!" Ephriam took off like a gun shot on that monkey's trail. I jumped in the truck and gave chase, trying to follow them both. The nigger was making for the "projects" where he could bury himself in a koon city full of hostile niggers that all look just like him. If he managed to get in there we'd never catch him. Ephriam saw what he was trying to do and put on a burst of speed that amazed me..and terrified the coon when he looked back to see where his pursuer was. His eyes were as big as dinner plates bugging out of his coal black face...

Suddenly I was out of road and had to back up and go around the long way, and try to find another way in to follow them. After about three minutes I managed to come up to a dead-end near the projects. I got out and took along my Bowie knife just for safety. I rounded a brick wall and saw them. Ephriam had the nigger on the ground and was beating the living snot out of him. I grinned to myself. This was one chimp that would think twice before messing with me again. I knew though, that I had to call Ephraim off because he would definitely kill that nigger and pitch his corpse into the wash below. I was still about fifty yards away from them and walking fast when suddenly a large and ugly wetback appeared out of the projects and started making his way rapidly toward the fight. I knew in an instant the lowlife was coming to the aid of his fellow sewer rat. He arrived a bit before I did and raised his arm to punch my friend from behind. I yelled at him, "Hey asshole! You tired of living? You so much as blink wrong and I'm gonna gut you like a freaking chicken!" I pulled out my knife and waved it slowly for effect. It's a wicked looking thing and will very easily kill a man in one blow. "Now get your invader ass out of here before I decide to fillet you just out of principle!" His eyes got really big and he backed off in a hurry. He'd been so intent on doing his dirty deed that he hadn't noticed me arriving. He backed up, then slowly walked away, looking back now and then. When he got a good, safe distance away he started shouting Mexican bravado crap, like all those cowards will do. They'll never take you on in a fair fight. Like niggers, they're pack animals. I ignored him and yelled at Ephriam, who was still pounding on that poor ape. He looked like hell, and Ephriam had worked up one hell of a sweat...

He ignored me, being intent on what he was doing, which was killing a monkey. I ran over and pulled him off the coon before he killed him. Damn, that nigger looked rough. He looked like he had been dragged over forty miles of bad road..face first. The nigger pleaded with me not to let Ephriam kill him. I honestly debated the issue. This sonofabitch was a blight on society, and if set free he would no doubt resume his life of evil. But I was no murderer, and I wasn't going to let Ephriam become one either, even if it was a worthless ape. I grabbed Ephriam and stood him up beside me. He was panting like a dog from the exertion and staring down at the terrified coon with wild eyed hatred. "Leave the maggot where he is." I growled. I looked down at the nigger. "As for you, you piece of shit, if I ever see your ugly ass face again in this town, I'm going to skin you and make a belt out of your hide!" I reached down and grabbed my pilfered possessions, then we turned and walked back to my truck, leaving that nigger laying there bleeding. He was one lucky buck. I might have gotten lost and never found them in time, and he'd be dead now. But niggers are way too stupid to realize things like that...

We rode back together in my truck, and I laughed at Ephriam's appearance. What an attack dog! All he was missing was a spiked collar! I thanked him for coming to my aid, then chewed his ass for damn near killing the buck. "We could have tossed him in jail you know. But now we have to let him go, or the pigs would jail you too!" He nodded. "Yeah, I know. But I just couldn't help it. All those years of being screwed over by those bastards made me go berserker. "Damn, I'd hate to see what you'd do to a Jew!" We both laughed then. It seemed that this was the end of it all..until we pulled up into the store's driveway where it all began. We got there just in time to witness yet another damned robbery! Well I'll be dipped in shit! Some nappy headed coon wearing baggies and a sideways ball cap came running like hell out of the store with the clerk hot on his ass! The maggot had a carton of Kools clutched in his simian paws! He had walked around the counter when the owner wasn't looking, grabbed a carton of smokes and tried to beat feet out of the store. But the owner saw him and tried to block him, which only got him bowled over for his trouble as ole' chimpy ran like hell...

The owner was hot on his ass, but niggers can run like gazelles from eons of being chased..and eaten by the big cats in Africa. And generations of selection has bred speed into these apes, as we all know. Well, we soaked up the entire scene..and just sat there and sighed. We were both too tired to give chase to yet another thieving nigger. The way we looked at it, was that no sooner would be have returned from that chase than another nigger or wetback would steal something else. Trying to keep a lid on their evil is like trying to sweep the Sahara with a toothbrush. The whole state is like this now. Niggers, wetbacks, Asians, Pakis, Hindus, and every other type, species and sub-species of mud on earth is now living here..and they're spreading. Whites have not only lost control of this state, but many others. It's just that the truth of it all isn't yet quite as apparent. But it will be, oh yes indeedy..and soon. White America continues to sit on its spoiled, cowardly ass, waiting for "somebody else" to fix things. The sad truth is that if they would all just get up and start treating these bastards the way we do, there wouldn't be a problem anymore. We'd have our country back. We are dying the slow, ignoble death of the coward. And that's exactly how history will remember us too. We should make every single invader and parasite in this country look like forty miles of bad road. And that goes triple for our leaders and their Jew handlers...

It did us both good to see one of our worst enemies get the snot beat out of him, and it would do a lot of good for the rest of our race as well, if they too would just get up and start whooping ass. Sometimes forty miles of bad road is a beautiful thing.....

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Gun control isn't about guns, it's about control.