The Road To Dumb-Ass-Cus
Years ago as a child, I was taught the story of the Good Samaritan, where in ancient times a man that had been mugged on the road to Damascus and nearly beaten to death, was passed by and ignored by several men from various countries, until a Samaritan came along. And being a member of a reviled race, no one expected him to help anyone. But he was the only one that stopped to help the man and see to it he got medical care out of is own pocket.
A fine story with a timeless moral lesson for us all. We could all be more Samaritan and less lowlife. Ah, but there's the rub. In this day and age things are far more complicated than that.
Let me ask you a question: If you came home one night and found a man in the middle of robbing your home, but he had tripped on a stool and broken his leg and was now lying helpless on the floor with a bagful of your most valuable things, would you set the leg for him, drive him home with your loot and wish him well? Of course not! Well, you might if you were a liberal, but we're talking about sane people here.
No, you would hold a gun on the bastard and wait for the cops to grab him, and you might even kick his busted leg a few times just to make him howl. He was in your home without permission, stealing your hard earned possessions and family heirlooms left to you by your father and grandfather. You would be furious with this cockroach. If his leg weren't already busted, you'd break his frigging neck for him.
Well let me ask you something. What's the difference between this bastard and illegal aliens or for that matter, legal ones? We didn't invite them here, and we damned sure don't want them and they know it. But by using a flaw in our laws deliberately placed there by our enemies the Jews, we are now being overrun by these cockroaches.
Legal or illegal, there's no real difference. If they are not white, they're not welcome and they know it. They're only here to take, to parasite from us and what we've built.
Now let me ask you another question: Have you ever stopped to help a fellow white who was broke down on the road, or needed help in some other way? Of course you have. If there's one thing about my people that makes me proud, it's our capacity for compassion. We're the Good Guys. Every charity and aid program on earth was founded by whites.
But how many of you have stopped and helped a family of muds broke down or in trouble? Ah ha! You see, any person that's in our country without our blessing is a trespasser and a thief. He is in our home without our permission, and he's loading up his loot bag with our most valuable possession which was given to us by our fathers and grandfathers, our birthright.
If he's here, he is in the very act of robbing you. This is what most stupid Americans fail to understand. There is no middle ground. A thief has no rights. He's not supposed to be here. Every time you see one, he is in the middle of a criminal act.
So why on earth would you stop to help one? If he's broke down, good! Let him rot! If he's injured, tough! He wouldn't be if he had stayed home. Is he hungry, too bad. He should have stayed in wetback land where tortillas are plentiful. A thief has no right to help! In fact the more miserable we can make their existence here, the better...
As much as I despise blacks, if I see a niglet in trouble, I'll help him. Why? Because like it or not, he has no place else to go right now, and he didn't ask to be born here. That's the fault of the Jews. Without them, they'd all still be in the jungles where they belong, and where we intend on sending them one fine day. It still sets off a mighty internal struggle within me however, and I'll only help the small ones or the elderly, not the able bodied ones. They don't deserve help because they're parasites andpredators instead of trying at least, to work for their chicken.
But an immigrant is a horse of a different color. He chose to come here to steal from you and me. He is a thief, a burglar, and a trespasser that should be shot on sight. I have no pity for a thief that wishes me, my family and my country ill.
Mestizos never come here just to be Americans, they come here to invade. They come to transplant their filthy, primitive culture here in America. Just look at wherever these animals settle. Instant toilets. The neighborhood quickly becomes a carbon copy of the trash strewn ghetto they left. They spray paint walls, let the yards die, then fill them with barking mongrels, dog shit, trash, and overturned junk cars. Primitive barrio music blasts through the neighborhood, and gangs of hostile thugs roam the streets looking for people to mug and houses to rob. Drugs and disease follow them wherever they go, and the inside of the houses they occupy become the nastiest, vilest hellholes imaginable. Twenty to thirty wetbacks live in a one room apartment, where the bathroom is quickly destroyed and they soon resort to crapping in buckets and dumping them in the back yard for the entire town to smell.
Babies are everywhere and so are pregnant trolls. Ugly, fat little females waddle down the street continually, looking for beer cans and bottles, and raiding trash bins. Car theft in the area skyrockets as do home invasions and murders. But through all this, the Mexican flag always waves proudly, as they establish another beachhead in gringo land, home of the sucker. I've shot so many holes in their flags that some of them look like spaghetti sieves.
And still they come. And come, and come, and come. Every morning here I can rise early and step outside to watch the new arrivals as they enter town with their pillowcases slung over their shoulders, looking for a place to crash before they go out and find some gringo to rip off to finance their stay here. Security systems are big business here. Wetbacks are shot routinely, but they play the averages. More get away with their stealing than get shot, so the continue to rip us off. Personally I'd love to have a squad of men with Uzis for just a week. I could put an end to my town as a sanctuary city for these cockroaches.
And this is why being a good Samaritan to these vermin is not only idiot, it's criminal. You are aiding and comforting the enemy. And if you don't think this is an all out war, you haven't been paying attention. This is an invasion folks. They are taking our very lands from us and our sacred birthright! And they're laughing their greedy, evil asses off as they do it!
Gratitude? Forget it. To these maggots, you owe it to them! That's really how they think! Never mind that you earned it through years of blood, sweat and tears, you have it and they don't. That's all that matters to any mud.
They can't be reasoned with or made to feel guilty. The only thing a mud respects is brute force. We have to blow their worthless, parasitic asses back to mudland. There's simply no other option.
And let me ask you this: What would one of these cockroaches do if they found you broke down or injured by the side of the road? Would they stop and help you out of the kindness of their heart, or would they more probably kick the shit out of you while you're down, then rob you of anything you had left? That's right Mr. Whitey. You're nothing but fodder to them. Mestizos despise whites. It's ingrained in them from birth. You should have heard some of the things I've heard the cock- roaches say about us in Spanish when they didn't think I could understand them. It's enough to make you want to kill them where they stand.
Never aid the enemy. Make his life here just as miserable as you possibly can. Make the son of a bitch long for the filth of home and send his sorry ass back there. They have plans for you and your family my friend, and your race and homeland as well. It's high time we became a scourge to all our enemies and re-taught them the meaning of fear of whites.
Don't be a dumb Samaritan, a chump, a sucker, a fool. Be a smart Aryan that knows what to do to his enemies. Mercy and compassion are wonderful things, and should be promoted and practiced continually by all of us. But there are those that are undeserving, and helping them is casting your pearls to swine. Remember the rest of the passage? Don't do it "lest they turn and rend you, and trample your pearls into the mud.
-The Lone Haranguer