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Rip Van Whitey, Part 5

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African Slum
Diversity Paradise City

On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the young man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes—it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. “Surely,” thought Rip, “I have not slept here all night.”

He recalled the occurrences before he fell asleep. The strange man with a keg of liquor, the mountain ravine, the wild retreat among the rocks, the woebegone party, the inscrutable monologue from that distinguished gentleman, the flagon—”Oh! That flagon! That wicked flagon!” thought Rip. “What excuse shall I make to Dame Van Whitey!”

As he rose to walk, he found himself stiff in the joints, and wanting in his usual activity. “These mountain beds do not agree with me,” thought Rip; “and if this frolic should lay me up with a fit of the rheumatism, I shall have a blessed time with Dame Van Whitey.”

With some difficulty he got down into the glen. The morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He dreaded to meet his wife, but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward.

As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with everyone in the country round. Their dress, too, was of a different fashion from that to which he was accustomed: wife-beaters atop oversize pants slung down around knees, exposing underwear; gold orthodontia protruding from scowling mouths; tattoos covering all visible flesh. They all stared at him with equal marks of hostility and scorn, and whenever they cast their eyes upon him, invariably grumbled some insult or threat. The constant recurrence of this behavior induced Rip, involuntarily, to stroke his chin, when to his astonishment, he found his beard had grown a foot long!

He had now entered the skirts of the village. A troop of strange, nappy-headed children ran at his heels, throwing rocks at him and swearing profusely. The dogs, too, not one of which he recognized, but all appearing to be some sort of pit bull mix, barked at him as he passed. The very village was altered: it was a filthy slum. There were rows of ramshackle lean-tos which he had never seen before, and those which had been his familiar haunts had disappeared. Ruins of old structures lay strewn around, as if ransacked. All sorts of refuse—both of the man-made and human-body-made kinds—littered the streets, which were now just patches of asphalt amongst the dirt and gravel. There was an awful stench in the air, a putrid mix of sewage and gas and cooking chicken. Filthy children ran around and played in the filth; filthy adults hooted and hollered on their stoops, smoking their marijuana and drinking their malt liquor, occasionally screaming or kicking at the children. Chickens pecked around willy-nilly for aliment.

Strange music blared from all directions in a cacophonic horror; strange faces peered at him from the holes in the lean-tos; everything was strange. His mind now misgave him; he began to doubt whether both he and the world around him were not bewitched. Surely this was his native village, which he had left but the day before. There stood the Catskill Mountains; there ran the silver Hudson at a distance; there was every hill and dale precisely as it had always been. Rip was sorely perplexed—”That flagon last night,” thought he, “has addled my poor head sadly!”

To be continued…

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10 Comments

  1. Spurwing Plover

    Time to take our nation back and run out the illegal aliens and United Nations repeal all World Herratage sites and biosphear reserves and rip all those worthless UN Treaties

  2. It’s brilliant – should evoke a powerful emotional charge in any Oldthinker. I can smell the funk and hear the cacophony – Sweet Home, Detroit.

    “They want the white man’s world but they don’t want the white man in it. But what they can’t fathom is that the white man’s world comes with the white man and leaves with him.” – Unknown

  3. …I saw Satan laughing with delight…

    Germany: Ethics Council votes in favour of allowing incest between siblings

    http://www.ozziesaffa.blogspot.com/2014/09/germany-ethics-council-votes-in-favour.html

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CrMQHisqwok

  4. Ahhh, levity. It’s our pal, RedStater – in action!

    DAMN, I want to have a night like that. 😛

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIWUckYM0-Q

    Sorry, I just couldn’t resist that one, budro. 1.47 Carry on.

  5. And it all flows so seamlessly and mellifluously – it’s like one of them graphic novels without the graphics. This is just the tonic to pistol-whip any mass-media propagandized prole of at least modest intelligence into a proper and realistic state of mind. Keep your foot on the gas! Tenno heika, banzai!

  6. As the approaching 20th anniversary of the publication of The Bell Curve reminds us, the best minds of our age have reasons for being less than wholly frank.

    For example, about a year ago, a distinguished psychologist approached me with his plan for a scientific meeting of researchers and journalists on IQ, heredity, and race in his home city, one of the great capitals of the Western world. I cautioned him that the last such meeting there had been broken up by leftist thugs with the apparent approval of the police. He decided to make all the arrangements in secret, and was thus able to carry off his plan without his colleagues being beaten for their heresies.

    http://takimag.com/article/from_taboo_to_common_sense_steve_sailer

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