A Day at the Bluegrass Festival

This morning I awakened looking forward to an all White traditional American celebration.  Fourth of July, hillbilly style.  I just knew no non-Whites would come to my one horse town for a drab, all White, no action bluegrass "sit on your ass on the grass" type of event. All are old timers, traditionals, the last of old America, trying to be American for a day.

Now, I live in the middle of absolutely nowhere. Around here, you are lucky to find a gas station in the small towns.  If you cannot find gas, you coast downhill for 10 miles, then walk.

So, I gleefully hopped out of bed,  took a shower and dolled myself up. We arrived to find all White people.  Whew!  Uh oh.  I spotted a non-White, then three more behind her.  Ah, must be Japanese tourists. After all,  they come up here all the time because they can afford to travel, unlike most other Asians from abroad.  But upon closer examination, I realized they were all female Filipinos speaking Tagalog.

Now let me make something clear.  The general rule is that any non-White up here is either 1) passing through 2) affirmative action CDF workers 3) married to Whites, 4) their offspring or 5) leftover Chinamen from the railroad days or 6) in the local prison.    Occasionally you'll see a black (there are two families on this side of the mountain), and they are the exception.  Both families are black couples with black children, all boys by the way.   One day I saw two of the those black boys walking from the bus stop with White girls, as the White boys lagged behind.  Up here, that is the exception.  99% of all known race mixing are White men with Asians, Mexicans or Amerindians.  But give Hollywood some time to encourage more black males to become cowboys...

To continue with my story, after I spotted these non-Whites, I noticed the three in tow immediately leave.  I thought perhaps the Whiteness here blinded them so they had to leave.  But no.  They were dropping off their sister, who was married to the White band leader, who looked 30 years her senior. I thought "Oh great, he'll kick the bucket in 5 years and she'll inherit his family money."  That was the case with the cousin of a client of mine in the area.  He was 70, she was 42.  His ex, a lifelong mother and housewife was said to have taken him to the cleaners because she got half of the house and savings, after a lifetime of being faithful to the adultering race mixer.  Imagine how this lady felt after her husband of 45 years started seeing a non-White woman his daughter's age? After he died, the Asian got an 800 acre lakefront ranch which his brother (who had no children) willed to him.   I reflected on the misguided people I knew who were race mixers, who have a substantial amount of money and expensive heirlooms.  Who will carry on their White heritage? And does anyone care?

The day did get worse.  I was very shocked to see ANOTHER band member (there were 5) with a non-White woman.  Believe it or not, it was a dreadlocked African who ran up during the break and kissed him, the hippie looking guy.  I was sitting with two deracialized Whites and tried my best to conceal my uneasiness.  I limited my response to squirming in the chair, bulging out my eyeballs, clearing my throat and getting that "I just ate a rotten egg" look on my face.  I scanned the audience to see if one of these flag-wavers or VFW guys had "that look" too.  Not-a-one.  They all sat there smiling, with that "I am a born again Unitarian" look in their eyes. The men went especially out of their way to be gentlemanly to them.  And these people are the ones our enemies hold up as examples of racism, of being fed bigotry with momma's milk.  Yet they were paving the yellow brick road for them.  I know what you are thinking....there are no lamp posts here.

During the next few hours, two more White men walked in with non-White women.  One was around 50, with an Amerindian about his age.  The other was slightly overweight, my age.  His wife was a young Korean girl of around 18, I'd say. Someone must have been trying to ruin my day, because after this, the Mexicans started pouring in, in county and state uniforms--they all heard government people get free meals here.  I KNOW they hire a disproportionate number of these people for government jobs, but I wasn't aware they were shipping them all here!  WHO, you ask, hits on me?  Well, the White men were either under 25 or over 45.  Either too young or too old for me.  But who is just my age?  ALL of the Mexicans. I had to put on my shades so they wouldn't be able to gaze into my blue eyes.  I felt dirty, and incredibly insulted.  Am I a mud magnet or something?

Listen, it is not so bad when I drive down the hill into the flatlands and see non-Whites have ran us all out in 10 years.  That seems far away and distant.  After all, I live up the hill, with all the other cowardly, over-tolerant White flighters who'd rather uproot and sell their homes than vocally oppose an influx of Koreans or Mexicans. After all, someone might think that is "not nice."  The gangs, etc.. are not in MY community.  But looking around today I realized that 1) the government and 2) White race mixers are steadily but slowly trickling them in.  I know from experience (and research) that as soon as they are 10%, the Whites have to move or become racially assimilated in one generation, period.  That means you lose more than your life, you lose your LINE.

Do YOU want to be the one who ends thousands of years of evolution with one thoughtless act of racial treason?  Think about it.

DARE to say NO to race mixing.

ANGRY WHITE FEMALE