Here's What Matters
Every morning on my commute to work, I drive right past the gas station where Deputy Goforth was killed by a BlackLivesMatter thug this past weekend. I took this photo this morning while I was waiting at the stoplight:
The balloons, flowers, etc., are piled up six feet deep in front of the gas pump where he was murdered. You'll notice there aren't a bunch of white people standing around protesting. That's because we're on our way to work.
The neighborhood where this store is located was really nice a few years ago. Then Hurricane Katrina hit and the federal government moved all of the welfare ghetto trash from the sewer known as New Orleans to Houston. This area (I used to live three blocks from the store) received a huge influx of this scum, due primarily to a large number of newly-built apartment complexes. Of course, they didn't leave. Now all the apartments are rent-controlled and the crime rate is soaring -- which is to say there is one at all. In the seven years I lived in the area, the most heinous crime committed was the occasional traffic violation.
This is why "white flight" occurs: because those of us who work for a living and save for our retirement don't want to live among savage animals who attack each other and shit where they eat. We'll drive hours to avoid it, in fact.
"BlackLivesMatter"? No, my life and the lives of my family matter. The life of Deputy Goforth mattered. I care not one fig for the enslaved pawns of Bill Ayers' apprentice, the anti-American piece of gutter trash who is currently befouling my Oval Office. This is exactly what the Weather Underground did in the late '60s, stirring up street thugs by using lies and false rhetoric to create anarchy. It ended in blood then, as it will this time.
Anarchists and their kissing cousins the Leftists have been a canker on the ass of this country for over a century now. I suppose it's the price of a free society, but I'm getting really, really tired of their nonsense. What we are now witnessing is the inevitable result of allowing these pre-sentient simpletons on the Left to tug on the levers which control the machinery of state. Like a toddler alone in the kitchen, nothing good can possibly come of it.
The balloons, flowers, etc., are piled up six feet deep in front of the gas pump where he was murdered. You'll notice there aren't a bunch of white people standing around protesting. That's because we're on our way to work.
The neighborhood where this store is located was really nice a few years ago. Then Hurricane Katrina hit and the federal government moved all of the welfare ghetto trash from the sewer known as New Orleans to Houston. This area (I used to live three blocks from the store) received a huge influx of this scum, due primarily to a large number of newly-built apartment complexes. Of course, they didn't leave. Now all the apartments are rent-controlled and the crime rate is soaring -- which is to say there is one at all. In the seven years I lived in the area, the most heinous crime committed was the occasional traffic violation.
This is why "white flight" occurs: because those of us who work for a living and save for our retirement don't want to live among savage animals who attack each other and shit where they eat. We'll drive hours to avoid it, in fact.
"BlackLivesMatter"? No, my life and the lives of my family matter. The life of Deputy Goforth mattered. I care not one fig for the enslaved pawns of Bill Ayers' apprentice, the anti-American piece of gutter trash who is currently befouling my Oval Office. This is exactly what the Weather Underground did in the late '60s, stirring up street thugs by using lies and false rhetoric to create anarchy. It ended in blood then, as it will this time.
Anarchists and their kissing cousins the Leftists have been a canker on the ass of this country for over a century now. I suppose it's the price of a free society, but I'm getting really, really tired of their nonsense. What we are now witnessing is the inevitable result of allowing these pre-sentient simpletons on the Left to tug on the levers which control the machinery of state. Like a toddler alone in the kitchen, nothing good can possibly come of it.
posted by Jar(egg)head at 08:20
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