OK, so I’m shopping at the Costco warehouse the other day and I swing by the book section, but don’t know why I even bother — there’s rarely anything I want to read. Looking at the book stacks next to me is this older White guy and woman, who’s maybe a few years older than him. The two were talking about something or other, but it seems they’re not together as a couple.
Listening closer, I heard him telling her about FOX’s Bill O’Reilly having a new book out called “Killing Patton” (certainly written by his ghost writer, Martin Dugard). It’s about the famous tough guy WWII general, George C., getting knocked off on orders of Josef Stalin, the Soviet Union’s dictator at the time. Since I know a bit on the subject, I chimed in by telling the two that Patton was murdered, just not by the Soviets. It was embedded traitors on our side, simpatico with commies, to be sure. They just didn’t want Patton back in the states talking about certain, to this day, inconvenient subjects.
I left it at that, hopefully planting enough of a seed to spark a little digging. Incredibly, Patton’s numerous comments about dirty Jews in letters home to his wife and describing the Nuremberg war crimes trials as “semitic in nature,” plus other obvious signs of his Jew awakening are completely ignored in the book (illustrating well what a giant Jew suck-up and disinfo agent O’Reilly truly is).
In fact, the idea of a war hero and hard-charging super patriot like Patton discussing such things publicly, especially if he ran for president, scared the bejeesus out of certain hidden, powerful circles; almost certainly informed of his thoughts by intel people surreptitiously reading his mail and bedside diary, to say nothing about what he said to reporters. Such an incorruptible big mouth would probably put a serious monkey wrench in the already planned post war “holocaust” brainwashing of the West for Zionist Israel — maybe even stop the upcoming takeover of Palestine.*
But I said nothing about all that to them. Didn’t want to scare off the Kwans too soon yet with evil Nazi talk.
The older gent changes the subject by asking me what I thought about Hillary Clinton’s new book sitting in a big untouched pile nearby. I suppose it was because he thought I might say something “conservative,” which I did. I think I said “I can’t believe they seriously consider that woman as presidential material” or something of the sort.
The old lady is not saying anything, probably because she’s a big flower generation Hillary lover. But she doesn’t seem too angry with us talking smack about her Jew tool hero, just had on that disdainful Mona Lisa-like smile, which I get from White libtard women a lot. The old guy says something about Benghazi — being a big FOX news viewer, of course. Then I ask both of them “did you know Hillary corresponded with Saul Alinsky?”
The old lady ignores me. Maybe she doesn’t know anything about Alinsky or if she did, could care less. After I quickly explain Alinsky was a subversive Chicago commie activist (making a conscious effort to leave out the Jew part) who also influenced Barry Boy Obama; she says something about it being so long ago, and to make her point asks the old man what he was doing 50 years ago. He says “flying army helicopters in ‘Nam.”
I don’t know if he’s BS-ing us, but I flash him the thumbs up sign anyway, because I know he’ll dig the ‘spect whether he’s a big fat liar or not.
Then the old guy starts in on ISIS and Iraq and how Obamy dropped the ball. So I tell him it’s all to turn these Arab lands into powerless, bickering mini-states. He agrees with me, but you can see has no idea why. So I come out saying it’s all to protect Israel’s hegemony in the region — our bestest little buddy in the Mideast. He’s not quite sure if I’m being sarcastic or not, so he switches over to Parrot mode, saying tiny Israel needs to protect themselves from getting overrun by Palestinian terrorists.
What a dumbass. I’m literally shocked on how stupid that sounds.
So I tell him, “all the Palestinians got are AK-47s and garage-built bottle rockets.” Then Kwan boy asks me in all seriousness how I’d feel if Mexico was firing rockets into the US of A. Oh God, I’ve heard that idiotic MEME a lot lately, one specifically created by clever Zionist PR people for Israeli Gaza killfests.
I tell him emphatically the Israelis have treated those people like dirt for years. I think I even pumped my right fist up and down for effect.
The poor SOB looks perplexed. He’s probably thinking: Here’s a regular-looking White guy and fellow conservative Hillary-hater who’s also apparently an A-rab Pali terrorist lover. It just doesn’t compute with his life-long programming. To save the idiot further confusion, I simply turn around and leave. I also know so-and-so nearby wants to shop elsewhere in the warehouse and she’s probably ticked about another of my off-the-cuff speechifying to perfect strangers — of which I’m so inclined.
God knows why I even come to this stinking place begin with (just being rhetorical — I’m kind of forced into it). A Jew homosexual liberal in California owns the company and many of those working here are big faggots, too. It’s a microcosm of today’s so-called “wonderfully diverse” America — impolite, mean little asiatic foreigners, jibber-jabbering Mestizo wetbacks and spoiled black brats jostle around, each thinking they own the GD place. Whatever White people on hand look distant and distrustful.
So I decide it might be best for me to just go out to the car and wait for her to finish shopping while I smoke ciggybutts, maybe read a little from this old hardcover book of Alfred Hitchcock short stories I found at a yard sale a couple of weeks ago and left in the backseat. Today, I just jam out with my new IPOD nano to Led Zep and Ludwig van (OK, so I’m wacked, music-wise); while observing the comings and goings of the unwashed mass consumers out in the parking lot.
It’s so so obvious the subversive, possibly demonic, Globalist Jews have been turning this country into a Third World pisspot. They could care less about the real America of our forefathers, let alone a planet left in peace. Unless it’s fighting hugely profitable wars for the NWO in the Mideast, national patriotism means JACK to these historic Nation Wreckers, who have no ties to any land but Israel.
To them, we’re all just niggers.
I notice the well-fed middle-aged black woman who parked in the handicapped section when I first got here, has now returned to her new Jap SUV — most likely after pigging out on giant hotdogs or pizza in the food court. I guess she just dropped by for the cheap food since she didn’t come back with any shopping cart filled to the brim with mass consumer goods brought to our shores by the wonders of globalization.
Walking perfectly fine and wearing tacky, but still nice new threads, the big Negress does have a refilled super-size coke cup and a giant ice cream sundae dessert in a deep, clear plastic takeout container, smothered in syrup and curly chocolate shavings. She promptly starts eating it in her car; probably because she didn’t want anybody witnessing her slobbering that whole thing down while in the food court — especially not after stuffing two or three giant foot longs, covered in free condiments, into her big pie hole.
Sasquatch woman finishes her double-sized ice cream sundae in record time and backs out of her handicapped spot. I can just make out her greedily smacking her big fat bootlips through the driver’s side window. As she drives off, I notice the lazy-ass slob left the big empty plastic container for the sundae down on the blacktop just outside her car door for someone else to pick up.
Almost immediately, another well-fed black mama — also with a handicapped placard hanging from the rear view mirror — takes her empty spot. Ignoring the litter left by the first piggish sheboon, she heads on into the Costco. She, too, looks and walks perfectly fine, even has a nice new Lexus sedan and clothing.
The ever-whining blacks sure do have it bad in America, don’t they?
After today’s typical BS, I do see a few things that put a smile to my face.
I spot an older, sinewy White lady with a shock of long gray hair in a ponytail get out of her nondescript car in the regular parking area 50 or so yards away from the main entrance. That tough old bird purposefully striding across the tarmac sure doesn’t need any special privileges to take care of her business.
Not too far away, a handsome-looking White couple climbed up into an old, mid-sixties Ford F-100 truck with antique car license plates. The whole rig was not only beautifully restored in a royal blue metallic paint job, but also jacked up with a high lift kit and crazy-as-hell giant knobby off-road tires. As they drove past me sitting in my car, the truck’s engine purred out a deep throaty rumble — evidently, the two made a few kick-ass mechanical improvements as well.
I smile. Effin’ a-tweet.
The sight makes me happily think: Soon, we’ll all be out doing some serious monster trucking over the stinking, worthless parasites now infesting our lands. It’s only a matter of time before enough of us White people finally have it “up to here” with all the BS and do something about it.
Crank it up!
— Phillip Marlowe
* I just explained to you the real reason for Patton’s killing and did it all for free, instead of charging you the twenty bucks Bill O’Reilly’s book publisher is making you pony up for some disinfo. Am I a nice guy or what?