Undercover in Tel Aviv West - Part II
There I stood, on Sunset Boulevard waiting for the beautiful sunset
amidst the crashing waves. As I scanned the area for White faces,
I saw the Third World instead. In other words, few Whites and certainly
nothing resembling America. I'd say about 1/3rd of the people were
foreign born. One thing that really struck me is how few interracial
couples I saw. Sure, we occasionally saw racemixers, but, for such
a diverse community, there was very little obvious interracial dabbling
on the street. It occurred to me that it is the assimilated non-Whites
who 'take out' members of our gene pool, while the unassimilated stick
with their own people. Here there are more mating options, hence
less race mixing than a White community with, say, a 10% non-White population.
It really was a mosaic rather than a melting pot. I was glad to see
the segregation, but disappointed that any children I have will inherit
this horror where the only place they'll be safe is in gated communities
with armed security.
The Wigger on the Pier
Amidst this deep and depressing thought, it arrived.
"Oh, this is why our race has devolved" I thought. He was the lesion
signaling the growing cancer in our race. The closest thing to a
brief description I could give of this...thing, is a wigger.
He was a White-skinned cross between an Island negro and a wigger.
He had long, light brown, dreadlocked hair and resembled a chalk-faced
voodoo practitioner.
When we saw him coming (with guitar in tow) we promptly walked up the
stairs to get away from this...thing, who we hadn't yet recognized as a
member of our own race. Then for the second time in the day, I was nearly
brought to tears from laughing so hard. The man began
wildly playing this guitar which he was apparently unfamiliar with.
This is one time in my life I wished I had a tape recorder, because there
are no words to explain how ridiculously hilarious he sounded.
Here was this man with a Carribean negro hairdo singing Mexican tunes in
broken Spanish! I stood there bewildered and dumbfounded, pondering
why any negro would be so self-loathing he'd try to be a Mexican.
I knew he had to be a White liberal, but I wished otherwise. Have
you ever heard two Chinese people yelling at each other? Cross that
with an 8 year old trying to play a Cheech and Chong song. Add in
a whole lot of passion, a bad accent, and a marijuana joint or two and
there he was, the wigger on the pier. I just can't explain it.
As we left for the evening, we found the White area. It was a
bar on the beach which provided telescreens featuring negroes playing with
balls. I didn't care to join these sheeple any more than "Shondra's" bongo
beach party in the tent we had just passed.
On to Hebewood
The following day, while looking for the main strip in Hollywood, we
ended up getting sidetracked and got lost. After we passed the non-White
areas, it got noticeably cleaner and safer. We had entered the gay
community and it was not very diverse, for all we saw were White-skinned
males. Soon it became obvious that the gay blocks were a conveniently
located buffer zones for the "Russian" ghetto Jew enclave. I have
never seen so many Jews in my life! It was like watching "The Eternal
Jew," but this was reality. There were kosher markets, "Russian"
book shops, and little synagogues next to strip joints. As soon as
we left the "Russian" Jewish community, the socioeconomics changed considerably
and I realized this was indeed a replica of Israel. They put the
poor Jews, usually Russian immigrants, on the fringe of their communities
and blocked the well-off Jews from the non-Whites.
Holocaust Museum
After I thought we had finally passed the Jewish area of town, I realized
that was just the beginning of Hebewood, only the socioeconomics had again
changed. We had stumbled upon a wealthier community. On our
left was, SURPRISE! The holocaust museum! The House of Horrors.
To the left of it was a new building with hundreds of Jews walking in out,
all following a pinchy-faced Jew wildly waving around a smoky lantern.
Some kind of ritual was going on. Driven by curiosity and the compulsive
duty to be good multi-cultural citizens, we parked and decided to stand
in the middle of the sidewalk to study them. Typical of racist Jews,
they didn't even look us in the eye. Dirty gentiles! So we
asked the Brazilian guard at the holocaust "shekels for sheenie" museum
what the heck was going on. He said they were opening a Yeshiva school
next door. Yes, an intolerant, racially separatist school where they
teach impressionable teenage bigots-in-training the Talmud. There
they learn that Gentiles are not human, and even the best of them should
be killed, all without arousing the suspicion of the gentile host population.
They must learn to smite all the Arab inhabitants of the nearby villages
they covet, kill the kids and livestock, and then uproot their olive trees
for good measure. They will also learn that Jesus is boiling in hot
semen, and excrement too, for all of eternity. This racist school
which teaches genocide of non-Jews was connected, literally, to the holocaust
museum. How symbolic. After doing some research, I learned
the building that housed both is owned by the Jewish Federation.
No doubt our tax dollars support it too. I asked the guard how much
it would cost to enter. He said $10. Funny...my later research
on their web site said entrance is free. And the "Jew" people, in
typical bait and switch behavior, complain publicly when anyone says he
"Jewed" him down on the cost of one thing or another! We didn't
pay the $10 each to be brainwashed by those who mean to destroy our people.
Beanies in Beverly Hills
For the Jews, the Holocaust Museum is very strategically located.
For if one doesn't visit the house of horrors before entering the domain
of the elite, one just might notice that about 70% of the guys in Rolls
Royces and convertibles had hooked noses or sported trendy little beanies.
Any unsuspecting White liberal or star struck couch potato who just drove
up from seeing the pictures of starving Jews wouldn't feel right about
realizing "JEWS REALLY DO CONTROL THE MOSHE PICTURE INDUSTRY."
That would be just one step from making the connection between the degeneration
of this society and the Jews who control the means of communication and
entertainment.
We drove through Beverly Hills/Bel Air and back. The whole time
we were there (over an hour), we saw only three non-Whites. One was
an Asian woman with a Jew. The other two were negro sewage workers
looking around nervously amidst the "Armed Response" signs in every one
of these anti-gun hypocrite's yards. These White liberals and Jews
are among the most powerful people in the nation, yet the diversity and
exposure of our children to danger in heavily integrated schools would
not be tolerated in their community. They have their own armed guards,
but wish upon lower income Whites a life in the city without home protection.
Bongo Boulevard
Finally we arrived at our destination. Since I don't think I need
to go into every detail, I'll just make some racial observations.
Most of the businesses were run by immigrants, many of Arabic descent.
I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that some White immigrants were
also present. They haven't completely cut off European immigration,
and that is promising. And there still are a few White ethnic
restaurants in this liberal enclave. As I sat looking out of a really
cool British pub, there was a Marilyn Monroe picture painted on the side
of a tall building with her mouth warped, as if she were a badly done female
dracula. I couldn't understand why anyone would want to put something
that grotesque up. Those who have seen the degenerate art of the
Weimar period would clearly understand this likeness of Monroe was Jewish
art. Right to the side of her star on Hollywood Blvd. was a loitering
negro with a ghetto blaster. Many negroes on the boulevard carry
their ghetto blasters and stand on street corners. No one wants to
live next door to them, especially since they like wearing orange "L.A.
County Jail" T-shirts.
Another type of criminal not well-liked are the homosexual prostitutes
who use store dressing rooms to do their "business." I received this
education while waiting for my friend to try on a few shirts in a fashionable
clothing store near the mall. The attendant there checked the stalls
every five minutes. I asked him why and he answered that HE didn't
care, but the store's policy does not allow women and women or men and
men in the dressing rooms together. I sat there wondering if I heard
him right. Two minutes later, two men entered a dressing room and
I saw four feet facing the same direction. I naively sat there reasoning
that it would be easier for the guy to try the shirt on and show his friend
outside the dressing room. Less than 30 seconds later I figured out
what was really going on and reported it. I thought it fell on deaf
ears, but then the attendant came back, kicked them out, winked at me,
and said "See what I mean?" I Ieft the store thinking that if this
happened anywhere else, the pair would have been going through the criminal
justice system.
Homeward Bound
On the way back to the train, we passed "No Tolerance for Hate" and
"Support Israel, Support Democracy" billboards. (The latter is run
by www.olam4israel.com)
As if my trip wasn't proof enough that this was the belly of the beast,
the billboard was highly symbolic of it. In the midst of all this
'anything goes' liberalism, a billboard promoting fundamentalist, racist
Jews stealing land in the Middle East and smiting their neighbor's children
is tolerated. Just imagine a pro-life, pro-Palestinian or Christian
billboard. Surely people in the area know better than to even think
of such things.
As we approached the minority areas, the Jewish presence was not so
pronounced. We stopped at a gas station and the non-White owner was
extremely polite, actually rather over-polite to us. I walked around
an obviously mentally ill negro to use the rest room. To my surprise,
it was very, very clean. Then again, the owner of the station was
wearing a freshly pressed, clean shirt. He obviously wasn't used
to White people coming through the area. But as we continued to the
train depot, we saw the black community in all its glory. Businesses
boarded up, prison wire on top of fences, and negroes loitering and
picking up girls on the street. Then, out of the blue (or should
I say black) was a White man standing in front of one of the few open businesses
there. It said "Jerusalem Trading" and guess who the "White" man
was?
The trip home was pleasant. I met an older man who shared my values,
but wasn't quite racial. The more we spoke though, the more he "came
out" on the racial question. I think most Whites, if they feel safe,
will talk about their true feelings. But because of Jewish control
in the mass media and entertainment industry, a climate hostile to truth
prevails. All it takes is a look around to see we are not the silent
majority; we are the silenced majority.
ANGRY WHITE FEMALE
