New York City Department of Human Services:  Ghetto Nation

As a teenager, my mother received welfare while attending nursing school.  She utilized state benefits such as HUD and food stamps until she completed her degree.  Once she graduated and entered the nursing world, we gladly left welfare behind.  Her success story is a rare example of welfare being used as originally intended.  During those years, we visited the welfare office on multiple occasions.  This was in the mid-eighties, long before nose rings and gum chewing became requirements for state employment.  Encountering a state official with pink hair was unimaginable.  Today, in the Age of Collapse, the woman below dyes her hair pink and waltzes into the office, fully aware that she won’t be fired or forced to dress like a grown woman.  A woman employed by the State of New York.  Admittedly, when asked about the hordes of losers lined up outside her office, she said none of them wanted to work.  No contemporary examples of my mother were present.  Her clients were lifelong welfare rats.

This lady appears a good and kind woman; my in laws resemble her sans the pink hair.  Most racial cowards are horrified to learn that I have black relatives, but my mother’s jungle fever forged a unique outlook allowing me to say anything.

Having a long history with the black community, I understand the meaning of a shirtless black male exiting 7-11.  When he walked out, it was as if I’d be transported to the savannas of Africa.  The black male is returning to his African roots.  If the white male doesn’t intervene and demand accountability, the violence sweeping our nation will devastate everyone.  The good white liberals in Vermont are not immune from their disastrous social policies.  Everyone will be touched and burned in some way.

Last month, I was driving my black stepbrother home.  Along the way we passed a black couple strutting down the street.  A tiny black girl in micro shorts strutted next to a giant 7′ black male wearing saggy pants.  This would normally go unnoticed.  But in this case, the gentleman’s pants were unbuttoned and his pubic hair exposed.  My stepbrother did a double take and yelled for me to look.  It was true.  It was actually happening.  We were in Mesquite, Texas – a town once dominated by white ranchers, yet today, a savage strutted down the street with his bush exposed.  I asked my brother if this was common in the black world; was it acceptable to expose your privates on the sidewalk? He was honestly thunderstruck.  He’d never seen it before and he himself spends most of his life prowling the streets.  He added that the boy would be beaten in his hood.  But I wondered how true that was?  If one could get away with it, a million more would follow.  If savagery is normalized and whites remain silent out of fear, a race war will erupt in this country.  The good white liberals in Vermont should remember that they bleed just like the rest of us.

Unable to take a picture of my experience, the magic of the World Wide Web offered up another example.  Again, I must say that the silent majority destroyed this nation.  Middle America remained silent, allowing Democrats to devastate our minority populations.  White Republicans lined up to sign their pathetic names and are guilty of crimes against humanity.  Remember, the Tea Party only emerged once they realized Obama intended to bankrupt them.