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Rip Van Whitey, Part 7

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The factory.
The factory.

“What has happened to my home? What has happened to my children? What has happened to my people? What has happened to the world?!” Rip wailed, thrashing at his vestments.

This sudden outburst gave fright to the crowd, who took a step back from the blubbering old white devil. This was followed by an animated debate in some unintelligible pidgin that Rip realized was likewise the tongue of his son (n***** this, f*** that, etcetera).

Given Rip’s curious survival into old age—and in no small part due to rising suspicion that Rip was some sort of wizard capable of untold witchcraft—it was determined that they would take him back to the factory rather than put him immediately to pasture.

They stripped him of his fancy outfit with all of its ostentatious buttons and buckles and snaps, covering him instead with a simple, soiled robe. Immediately, a fight broke out over his erstwhile garments, and they were quickly reduced to shreds as the quarreling factions tore them asunder. This ignited a fresh round of arguments, which grew ever more violent until, finally, edged weapons were drawn and bludgeons wielded.

Rip was not privy to the outcome of the battle over his clothing as he was whisked away, like a beast of burden, with a rope around his neck, being led by a gaggle of guffawing buffoons, and, of course, the self-important white man.

As they led him through the seemingly never-ending slum, crowds formed around him, jeering at him, throwing rocks and other such debris at him, some smearing him with mud and feces, others kicking at him or slapping his face. Rip was extremely confused as to the reason for such unprovoked hostility, and not just a little apprehensive about his fate.

In due time, the “factory” appeared—a monstrous brick building in advanced stages of decay, with not a single unshattered window, a crumbling edifice, and a collapsed roof. Behind it stood the remnants of smokestacks, reduced now to their very bases. Rip immediately recognized this place as the old Central Hudson power plant at which his father had worked his entire adult life. But it was obviously non-operational in this state; what on earth could they possibly be doing here?

Pulling aside a torn blue tarp which Rip presumed constituted a “door”, some men kicked his backside and barked at him to enter. Obligingly, Rip ducked his head and entered the dusty, fetid air of the factory.

To be continued…

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21 Comments

  1. Spurwing Plover

    Enviromentalism is a dangerous new age cult which forces everybody to sacrifice their freedoms,jobs and children to their pagan deity they worship during their stupid Earthday celebrations

  2. I swear people read these; I swear.

    • Red…

      I think you’re one helluva exquisite writer. I tweet all of your work with this series.

      Just wanted you to know.

    • I can’t wait for the next installment to analyze and scrutinize. Spellbinding, like them Frederick Forsyth novels that I used to read all time.

      • Red ought to think about writing a book…I’m serious too.

        • That was suggested by some fine people over at angeryamerican.net. The founder of that blog actually self-publishes his own fiction. I’m looking into it–may throw up a Kindle edition of this and see if we can’t spread the heretical word!

          • Hey Red…that’s great news! – Hope it works out for you…sincerely. Plus, I know you’ll keep us updated too. 😉

      • Snake,

        I’m a massive fan of Forsyth. He used to write newspaper columns for the Daily Express here until recently, maybe still does. “Day of the Jackal” is an all time classic. I re-read “The Devil’s Alternative” very recently, that’s a great book.

        • Snake Oiler

          It certainly is, the first Forsyth novel that I read. The book of short stories, No Comebacks, was quite good. My favorite line from The Day of the Jackal, uttered by a French cop, ‘You f*****g queers make me sick’. Please forgive my lack of couth, it just seemed to fit the times.

        • Thanks both for the Forsyth recommendations (whether you realized you were recommending them or not). Will have to read. Been thirsting for some good literature; nonfiction is getting to be a real drag.

  3. More readers than you know yet!

  4. America was great. The people thought they could stay great by electing politicians who promised to take care of them and the country and promised that they could remain great by doing nothing. They allowed things to rock on under the leadership of these politicians from each party who were mostly lawyers and liberals. After all, we are great and our politicians should be able to keep us great. Right?
    Under a propaganda machine called the American Media and a party like the Democratic party (who is outright socialist),….America is sliding down to being a third world nation. American citizens did not pay attention. They watched television sports and fake television news, drank there beer, and smoked their reefers and sat. They started stirring from their self induced coma and suddenly they saw they were filled with third world trash people. They were militarily weaker. They had a new army called the Homeland Security that made new laws for them to follow at home. White people lost their rights. They had a socialist black president who is a racist. They had people trying to take away all of their rights and whites found themselves being attacked in the streets by blacks. Their nation was hated throughout the world. Their own government hated them. They had been invaded by people from Africa and central America bringing in deadly diseases. Now, suddenly they want to worry and actually want to do something. One thing we can do is to make sure not one white person votes for a democrat in any election no matter what. Vote all democrats out of office. They are anti-white and they are socialist at best. Democrats are traitors.

    • Snake Oiler

      …They watched television sports and fake television news, drank there beer, and smoked their reefers and sat. They started stirring from their self induced coma and suddenly they saw they were filled with third world trash people…

      Remarkable! Your words indicate that you are in the infinitesimal percentage that actually understands what the real problem is. Tremendous! This old photo is sort of a metaphor for what America has become:

      http://www.gamesinasia.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/11/opium-den.jpg

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