Okay, We're "Awake." What Now?
[This one is important to think about, so I'm going to leave it up a few days. - HAC]
I'm getting just a little bit weary of this constant refrain of "Oh, it would be a good thing if this Chicago street nigger got elected President, because then White people would wake up." Not that this might be just another excuse for us to avoid doing anything to prevent it which might entail commitment, inconvenience, or even God forbid, personal risk! Oh, no no no no no, perish the thought! We're sitting on our hands because it would really be a "good thing" if the seat that once was occupied by George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Andrew Jackson, Theodore Roosevelt and Calvin Coolidge were to be defiled by having a monkey shit in it, and no, that's not a typo. Shame and national honor has nothing to do with any of this, oh, no no no no no....
Okay, it looks like you're going to get your wish. It looks like you're going to get your simian President. Let's fast-forward to January, 2009. BO has taken the oath with an ook! and an eek! and he and Michelle are now jumping up and down on the desk in the Oval Office going ack! ack! ack! ack! while George Soros and whoever else set this up with all that money gets on with the business of planning, well, whatever the hell they're planning to do with us.
Okay, we're "awake." What now?
What now, smart-ass?
I never ceased to be amazed at these rite-wing Chicken Littles who run around screaming that the sky is falling, and then add in the next breath that it might be a good thing if the Balloon is about to Go Up, because then when the Balloon Goes Up, a bunch of--well, I won't get into what we are, but "us"--there's this idea that after sitting on our butts staring into a television and computer screen for decades, we're all of a sudden going to take all those guns out of the closet, transform ourselves into purple-mohawked Mad Max Road Warriors, and go roaring down the highway on stripped-down jeeps and humvees and start blasting our enemies.
Let me tell you what's going to happen when that monkoid becomes President. You're going to moan, and groan, and whine, and weep, and wail, and wring your hands and rend your garments, and over all will be the sound of millions of computer keys going tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap...the epitaph of the White race and the American nation will be composed to the sound of the infernal, yellow, sickening and shameful rattle of tapping keyboards.
There are those of you out there, reading these lines, who have closets and basements and garages full of enough guns and ammunition to overthrow a South American banana republic--and there they will stay, rusting and gathering dust, until you die and your wretched liberal kids are cleaning out your house, looting everything of value, and they call the police to come and take them away for the government buyback reward. That's what's going to happen, and don't pretend any different.
[Mmmmm...I'm redacting the next two paragraphs, Harold. Better to be safe than sorry. This blog is under government, ADL and SPLC observation, and there's no point in introducing extraneous issues that might serve as a thread they can pull on. They're paranoid enough about their Funky Monkey as it is. He's still got Hillary and possibly the Mossad after his baby-shit brown ass. - Harvey]
Yes, I do have a better way, in point of fact. There is a blueprint, if you're interested. You can find it at: