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The ultimate plan, of course, is to get all the races to go to the same New World Order fast-food chains, sit down side by side like obedient worker ants and eat the same yellowish-brown chemically treated sludge that’s been poured into a machine, stamped into various shapes and dyed different colors so that it vaguely resembles some kind of edible food product.

It occured to me the other day, that Wally Whrlld neighborhood markets should install some microwaves, so that the nigger mammies, and spics could just rip open the grub and eat away. They really do need to install more shitters.

50% of White’s are poor at least, and living in fear and under tyranny.

Yet, millions more savages are invited in our ex Nations from NZ to Finland.

Fast Food. Drive thru. Why would anyone pay three prices for tasteless plastic food filled with synthetic chemicals.

I once worked at a Burger King. I remember coming on shift one evening when, as usual, I saw the trash can by one of the cash registers over-stuffed with garbage. On top of the pile was a dead mouse. Its beady little eyes had not yet rotted out of its head and were staring off into eternity. I had been wondering what had happened to Gerald because for the past few nights I hadn’t seen him scurrying out from under the racks of hamburger buns whenever I turned the storeroom light on. This dead mouse, Gerald, was located about three to five feet from where trays with customer orders on them were being set down.

Another time when I attempted to clean up the place I noticed a huge turd lying in the middle of the floor in the ladies’ bathroom. The biggest turd I ever saw. No explanation was ever given as to how it got there, who put it there or why it was there. But there it was just the same, as if challenging me to remove it.

The cooking oil in the Fry-O-Lators was almost never changed. It was as black and dirty as the motor oil in a 1990 Hyundai. There was usually a thick, waxy layer of grease all over the fries, which would be lying in a filthy tray smeared with greasy handprints under a hot orange lamp all day. Into the customers’ bags they eventually went, hardened grease and all.

Rude chicanas working at the drive thru window would openly mock the anglo customers into the microphone, knowing the anglos couldn’t understand what the chicanas were jabbering about. The chicanas would pee, smoke cigarettes, dress and undress in the bathrooms with the doors unlocked and partially open. No washing of their hands was ever observed.

I would have complained to the shift manager but he was one of their kind….fat, slovenly…..an odor of fecal matter usually lingered around him. The store manager was an effeminate liberal fag who pretended not to notice all the incompetence going on around him. I thought about going home and then coming back with my AR-15 to kill all of them. I probably would have been paroled by now, like O.J. Simpson.

Strange…I never thought I would feel the need to confess these dark secrets, but this thread has just hit too close to home. I sincerely hope none of you will think any less of me as a result of this.

In a town of 24,000, we have 11 ‘cellphone stores’ with a new one almost ready to open (replacing a Wendy’s which had some half decent food, at least better than McDeath). Why? Why do we need so many phone stores in such a small town? It’s because no one around here can live without a goddamn cancerbox attached to their head so they can prattle on about nothing.

Well, I have to go now. I’m going to slip into my corporate logoed togs, microwave a bucket of extra cheeezy & butter slopped corporate GMO popcorn, kick back in my extra comfy 5.1 Surround and toilet equipped Lazy Boy and tune into OW! MY BALLZ! while I suck down a gigantic BubbaTub(tm) Brawndo. It’s got electrolytes that plants crave.

As the 21st century began, human evolution was at a turning point. Natural selection, the process by which the strongest, the smartest, the fastest, reproduced in greater numbers than the rest, a process which had once favored the noblest traits of man, now began to favor different traits. Most science fiction of the day predicted a future that was more civilized and more intelligent. But as time went on, things seemed to be heading in the opposite direction. A dumbing down. How did this happen? Evolution does not necessarily reward intelligence. With no natural predators to thin the herd, it began to simply reward those who reproduced the most, and left the intelligent to become an endangered species.

The years passed, mankind became stupider at a frightening rate. Some had high hopes the genetic engineering would correct this trend in evolution, but sadly the greatest minds and resources where focused on conquering hair loss and prolonging erections.

Well its back to School tomorrow for the mudlets, the school districts are really going out of the way to get them enrolled, going door to door like jehova witnesses. Oh forget about school uniforms and filling out paper just bring Shaquilla, and Manuel to the school will do the rest. Illegal, no problem.

Everything is alot worse than the segregationists predicted,alot.
As for the integrationists they’ve all moved into gated communities on the outskirts, where they huddle in fear behind walls of picket fences and carefully trimmed bushes, hoping that their only source of income the housing prices won’t drop out when everybody figures out that buildings don’t build an economy.

While it’s true that a healthy infrastructure doesn’t necessarily translate into a healthy economy this country still needs to rebuild its bridges, railroads, shipping ports, water lines, ghetto-infested cities and Interstate highways. It also needs to build a 50 foot high, 2000 mile long series of concrete fortifications and minefields along the Mexican border. All of those projects would keep millions of White men gainfully employed for years to come. But none of those things will happen until we deal with the Jews and other parasitic riff-raff that are laying their eggs inside our intestinal tract.

I drove by that Burger King the other day. It’s located next to a mall that is now almost totally vacant, with discarded plastic bags swirling around the huge empty parking lot. While the mall is nearly dead (the only stores left are Kmart, Rent-A-Center and an armed forces recruiting station…how fitting is that?) the Burger King continues to thrive. Naturally most of the customers are no longer White but rather tree-dwelling Hmong savages, Guatemalan Indian cut-throats, nappy-headed Negroes and mixed-breed mongrels.

Being subhuman vermin their diets are an atrocity, consisting of Mountain Dew, quadruple bacon cheeseburgers and menthol cigarettes. But not to worry; In a few more years, thanks to ObongoCare, all their medical bills will be paid for them (courtesy of the White taxpayer) at the local cancer and diabetes treatment center, strategically located only a few minutes away.

At the intersection (the traffic lights only work sporadically) a bum holds a big torn piece of cardboard with the words “homless no job, please give GOD BLESS!” scrawled in magic marker. On the days when he isn’t there a large colored woman takes his place. Most of the motorists, like me, just ignore them, but a few dingbatted White females will slide down their power windows and hand them a few bucks, thus making it easier for the colored woman to buy crack and for the bum to get a bottle of Old Grandad.

As I drive away from the intersection and over the pothole cratered boulevard, I wonder why the police don’t do anything about getting rid of the bum and the colored woman. I slow down to read the caption under the Burger King sign: “Try our spicey new cinnimin Stix”. The mestizo landscaping crew eyes me suspiciously. An involuntary shudder runs through me as I contemplate what conditions inside that Burger King must be like now.

Save a cataclysmic natural disaster, I don’t see any changes in the near future. A racial adjustment is required.

Oh yeah the fuckin Messican landscaping crews blow all the trash and crass clippings into the street.

The head of the Post Office said recently it would be source of revenue ,to allow booze to be delivered by mail carriers. So CW2 would you like a bottle of Victory Gin? Special vintage 1984