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‘More Than Chicken Wings and Malt Liquor’
Heating Up The Cold Race War In Harm City
© 2015 James LaFond
APR/26/15
On Thursday a black Baltimore community leader was calling for an end to police violence and for more jobs in his neighborhood, which truly indicates his idiocy. For businesses cannot survive in black Baltimore neighborhoods without an armed police presence! I was thrilled over this following weekend to hear and see that his plea for 'more than chicken wings and malt liquor' was met with the interruption of employment for thousands of working blacks and of the reduction in income for businesses in general. The only people that made good were the foreigners operating taxicabs as people were afraid to walk or use mass transit. During this same period I listened to an adult black man detail the fact that all of his friends have been barred from a neighborhood 'wings and malt liquor' bar for violence and rudeness.
On Friday morning the man I rent from, who operates a 10-person business on the ground floor, had left the paper unopened on the dining room table. He, a seven decade Baltimorean and reader of thousands of books, believes in the newspaper as a key aspect of our society, and still subscribes to the tragically extant Baltimore Sun.
But apparently, even a stalwart believer in the Church of State has his limits. The paper remained unopened, the headline reading that the federal government will be conducting a probe into the police culpability behind the death of one of Harm City’s esteemed drug dealers. I overheard him discussing with an employee the advisability of not going down town into majority black areas. We are presently living in a 50/50 racial habitation zone.
At this point in our descent the denizens of Habitat Baltimore know that when the Department of Justice of the U.S. Government announces a probe into local law enforcement, that tacit approval of mob violence has been granted.
Now that the federal drug war decreed by the slave masters has rendered police in mid-sized cities ever more ineffective at keeping the peace, such events will increasingly serve to make the case that more aggressive federal policing is required.
I am sure the national impression is that tens of thousands of good black Baltimorean’s are rampaging over the death of one of their church deacons. The reality is a couple hundred professional protestors and professional criminals, have banded together as if in a spoof on proto-Nazi Germany.
What was the reality on Friday night?
On my way to the bus stop I walked down a perpendicular street to turn right on the cross street. A young black man crossed my path ahead of me, viewing his smartphone. I crossed to the far side and walked ‘hard’ so that he could hear my boots, not wanting to startle him.
Eventually sensing my presence he made the next left. I made the next left, and as I neared him, cursed my luck that I would have to listen to his stupid rap music for five minutes.
As soon as he noticed that I had turned also, he stopped—obviously, having at some time in his life been molested by a Santa Claus impersonator—turned and darted back down the street he had previously been walking on, extremely uncomfortable with my presence.
Jackie Chan is now driving the last #55 of the night. This Asian driver despises me, looks right through me for being an under dressed white man on foot, for being the only white on his coach, which typically transports 2-30 blacks and 5 Hispanics. When I thank him for picking me up [which is something I do for all drivers who stop at this lonely stop, as many wish to cruise by it] he typically denies my existence, looking stone-faced ahead.
On this night he does not let me pay and tells me to be careful.
There are—on this normally half-loaded bus—the full complement of 5 Hispanics, and only 2 blacks!
These are all people who work in Towson and live in Essex. They have either taken off work, or have taken a cab, the fare for which would be $60. In either case they are taking an economic hit for the team that supposedly represents their interests. As I offload from this nearly empty bus at a deserted stop, Oliver calls me and we discuss this, him pointing out that most working blacks will not venture out when the liberals call on their slave armies to rise, for fear of “Getting caught up in all that stupid shit.”
On Saturday afternoon, after training, Craig, a black boxer, had lunch at an Indian restaurant with my son and I. The discussion was about who was building the chassis for the new hybrid cars, and also the amenities in London, where they had both travelled. The joint normally has a dozen customers. We were alone. That’s one brown man taking an economic hit for the Left.
White city supermarket employees were given off early to get home in anticipation of attacks. More people decided against participating in commerce and society in order to get safely into their home or enclave. When this society truly fragments on a large scale the silence will be deafening.
This morning I wake up to two text messages from two different black Baltimoreans about “This bullshit” and “these stupid people,” and “All of this dumb shit.” The lady was particularly incensed over the throwing of bottles at people going to the ballpark. The man’s message had that, ‘I told you so’ tone.
Overall, I see this inevitable turning of the racial screw as a good thing, as the racial divisiveness of the Left merely serves to enflame the already constant genetic-based hate that humanity has ever lived with. However, it does so at the expense of the primary ideal currently being pushed by the Left, the quest for a genderless society, a utopian vision of a no-place where the traditionally masculine man will be naught but an unpleasant memory. Well, when night comes down over a racially imploding city outside of the media/mob circus act—which is to say almost all of it—the streets are empty of all but the hunter and the hunted; and that is a masculine matrix.
I like it.
More phony riots please.
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