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A stop at McDonalds (Life in multi-cultural America)
by Vincent@dreamon.com

This article may not be "on topic" so I would like to ask for a pardon, in
advance, if I am posting information which is not immidiately relevant. It is
however, relevant as part of the problem we have come to call the "Jewish
Problem".

This article is not exactly about Jews either. Though I will explain later how
all of these things tie into each other. This article is about a visit to a
McDonalds restaurant in the city I live in.

~ I was late to work yesterday, so to save time, I stopped at a local
McDonalds. This McDonalds is typical of fast food restaurants in big cities;
it is staffed and managed by Blacks and the service is horrible.

If I said that in the period of one year, this same McDonalds has gotten my
order wrong 80% of the time, it would be an understatement. Not only is my
order wrong, but when I pull up to the drive-through, the Negro, and it is
always a Negro, who greets me, always, and I mean always, says something I
can't understand. Because I figured out that "whacha want," "what!," and the
occassional grunt, means "can I take your order," I always just begin
talking. This seems to be the norm at many fast food restaurants where Blacks
are put in charge and we are forced to suffer their ineptitude or drive
across town to the etherial "nice area" that people are always talking about.
In otherwords, the White area.

Now, I hate going to this place more than one could know. It is only when
there is no other choice, that I stop for my monthly dose of
multi-culturalism, so please do not think me a masochist.

Yesterday was different, however. The line was long, and on looking into the
lobby, there were few people inside, so I decided to stop and go in for
quicker service. I also hoped to ensure that my order was correct before I
got half way to work and realized they had again erred.

I walked inside to find one fat, young Negro male working the register. He was
trying to take two other Black male's orders in between talking to each other
like they were old gangsta friends.

Just then, four White women, obviously from out of town, walked into the
lobby and stood talking, behind the now long line. They were talking about
what they had seen while they were here, and where they would go tomorrow,
when in walked three very large Black males. They walked up to the line and
began talking to the Blacks who were still talking to the Black who was
taking their order. Their conversation was loud and rude with arms flailing
about and a non-stop stream of profanity.

I had been in line now for over 10 minutes and still, no service.

The White women seemed nervous. One, stood so close to me that one would have
thought she was my wife. I looked at her wondering why she was so close and
then I realized, we were the only White people in the entire restaurant and I
was the only White male. More Blacks were coming in and the women were
getting even more nervous.

I decided to make it known that myself and my friends wanted service and
finally, the manager, a short, fat Negress, came over and began taking our
order. In her best ebonics she asked "whach U want?" Not wanting to point out
her poor english and unprofessionalism , I ordered and also allowed my new
friends to order with me.

I bent down and whispered in the ear of one of the White women. "I guess this
is what service will be like in our new multi-cultural America," I said with
a smile. "I guess we are going to have to get used to it," I said. She smiled
back and added a disgusted look at the crowd of jungle savages pushing and
shoving behind her. She knew what I meant and though we had never met, we
shared a collective moment as two Whites in a microcosm of the America which
is being planned on our horizon; for our children.

We got our orders and I walked them out while the Blacks were still yelling
and laughing in line with the manager and inept male. I said good bye and
they drove away.

I realized at that moment that I had done this before, in fact, many times in
school, in restaurants and at work. Many times in the past I have felt a
collective bond with other Whites in situations when other Whites were
threatened or I was the only White male. I also know that am not the only one
who has experienced this. I'm sure that White readers of this article have
experienced a similar situation.

When I look at the future our children will inherit I see a world of chaos
and ruin. More crime, poor education, social alienation, violence and strife.
And who is the foremost promoters of this "New America"? None other than the
Jewish owned media. This fact has even become common knowledge to the average
White American. I speak with people from all walks of life and I find that
everyone points to the media, but few know what to do about the problem.

We in the National Alliance know exactly what to do to solve this problem.
One day, our revolution will sweep these Jewish hatemongers into the dust bin
of history. As long as their are people who see what is plain before their
eyes, there will be people to pull on the rope which holds a jerking and
kicking media boss.

Best and warm regards,
Vincent

"Our task in not to persuade a numerical majority of the American population
that we are right, but rather to build the numerical minority whose values
coincide with ours into a majority of will and determination."

-Dr. William L. Pierce, First General Convention of the National Alliance,
Sept. 2, 1978.


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