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friedrich braun
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 12:15 AM
Wal-Mart's Crystal Ball
Opinion; Posted on: 2005-01-04 20:01:19

A trip to America's largest retailer reveals much about the future and health of the country.

by Brandon D. Ragle

THE STRENGTH AND CULTURE of a nation are molded by the habits, customs, and ethics of its citizens. A free nation, no matter how lofty its ideals or storied its history, cannot function without a vivacious citizenry bound to the national culture and committed to the preservation of liberty and the rule of law.

This type of citizenry—the patriotic and the proud, those who are rooted in the culture and steeped in the nation’s history and traditions—are a dying breed.

My mentioning of the state of the American public is no more a revelation than a simple observation. An observation I made recently on a trip to the unholy temple of American consumerism and gluttony, Wal-Mart. I usually avoid the empire Sam Walton built like the plague, and before walking through the doors on the day after Christmas to exchange a gift (a video game mistakenly purchased for a Playstation 2 instead of Xbox) I had not stepped foot inside a Wal-Mart in nearly two years.

After finding a place to park I headed to the store’s entrance amid a bustling crowd of post-holiday shoppers with the sound of Tejano/mariachi music in the background blaring from various jalopies and low-riders parked in front of the store. Entering the store I could not help but notice the demographic make-up of the shoppers. Just moments before, I was sure that I had been in the United States of America, but after walking through the doors it seemed as if I had been transported to some third world bazaar, complete with women in burkas, shoeless “New Americans,” and screaming children being chased by mothers shouting in Spanish.

After having my item stamped as a return by the blue-haired door greeter I made my way to the end of the long line formed in front of the customer service desk. While standing for a few minutes in the line I noticed that it had not moved. Apparently there was a problem with the couple at the front of the line attempting to exchange their goods. From what I could hear from the conversation between the Wal-Mart “associate” and the non-English speaking couple at the front of line, the products they were attempting to exchange were not purchased at Wal-Mart. The couple began to grow visibly upset by this and began to raise their voices in their native tongue. The rest of the line also began to grumble—in Spanish—as it became clear that they would be standing in line for a considerably longer period than they originally expected. I knew when I heard “We need a Spanish speaking associate to come to the customer service desk” over the store’s intercom that I would have to devise an alternate plan of action if I wished to have my gift exchanged within the hour.

Rather than wait it out I decided to head directly to the electronics department of the store, hoping I would be able to exchange my game for the Xbox version without a long delay. On my way through the store I was sideswiped by the basket of a non-English speaking or incredibly rude young woman. When I offered up a polite “excuse me,” even though the fault of the collision was that of the young lady, she stared at me blankly and said nothing. To make the situation even more revolting, the woman was carting a toddler, no more than two years old, dressed in nothing but a diaper. Rather than walk around the mother and child and their veering cart, I tucked tail, did an about face, and walked to the next aisle.

After navigating through the throng of immigrants (legal and otherwise), screaming children, and obese bargain-seekers, I finally made my way to the electronics’ section of the store only to find a man of African ancestry, whose dress led me to assume that he was a recent arrival, stuffing CDs down his pants. We made eye contact for a brief moment and there is little doubt, despite our cultural differences, that the man noticed the troubled expression that crossed my face. Notwithstanding my discomfort, the man continued to pillage Wal-Mart’s music inventory as if I did not see what he was up to.

A chaotic atmosphere swirling around such a large store must embolden petty shoplifters. God knows this new arrival was not the only Wal-Mart “shopper” engaged in shenanigans of this nature. But whether or not America’s number one retailer was being looted was not my concern; at this point I had grown rather annoyed and only wished to exchange my game and return back to civilization as fast as humanly possible.

After shuffling through the music aisle I reached the electronics checkout counter only to find no Wal-Mart employee in sight. My first instinct was to leave, but I decided to wait for a few minutes. After plotting a course through this maze of consumerism and “diversity” I was not about to depart empty handed.

Standing at the counter I began to take account—with the aid of my new Olympus digital voice recorder—of the human interactions developing around me. Some of the more telling recordings:

* Hispanic child with dried snot under nose is banging on the Plexiglas case that holds video games, child’s parents do not intervene
* Poorly dressed Caucasian woman missing front teeth decides that she no longer wishes to purchase half of the items in her basket, she removes the items and places them in the middle of the aisle floor; woman weighs at least 300lbs.
* Two Hispanic men are arguing at a high decibel level in Spanish in what appears to be a dispute over money
* Hispanic mother leaves cart with infant in the middle of main aisle while browsing store’s selection of DVDs, cart is obstructing the paths of other shoppers; when child begins to cry the mother does not return (this continued for the duration of my stay in the electronics’ department)
* African man wandering around music section has now made his way to DVDs

After standing at the counter for what seemed like an eternity, with still no Wal-Mart “associates” in sight, I gave up my quest to exchange my Christmas gift and headed for the door. Not surprisingly the line in front of the customer service desk had grown even longer.

While heading to my car I could not help but ponder what transpired within the confines of the Wal-Mart Super Center. A sadness washed over my body as I thought about the health of my nation and the downward path it is most assuredly traveling.

Defeated and dejected, I headed home, only to return to a Wal-Mart store the following day. On this trip I selected a store in a section of the Phoenix metropolitan area (the South Tempe/Ahwatukee area) with a more hospitable demographic composition. It should be noted that much of what was taking place in the Central Phoenix location that I had patronized the previous day was evident in this Wal-Mart, only to a lesser extent. I could not help but think that it would only be a matter of time before this location devolved into the multicultural fray I had experienced the day before. After a short time in line I was able to exchange my gift with only a minimal amount of hassle.

As I left the store, Xbox game in hand, I vowed never to subject myself to Wal-Mart again, unless, of course, I have another gift to exchange.

On the day after Christmas in the year 2004 I looked upon the future of America and that future, the future of my homeland, is fat, sloppy, impolite, and doesn’t speak English. It is a future that does not look, act, nor feel like the America of old.

If “diversity is our greatest strength” it certainly does not make for a pleasant shopping experience; well at least at Wal-Mart it doesn’t.

Original article

Mr. Ragle is a writer for YourCivilization.com.



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norcalnative1971
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 01:11 AM
ALL of America is not a cess-pool, just most of it. Those of us who live in rural areas have fairly decent lives among our own -- or mostly our own -- kind.

America's sh*tties get worse and worse everyday. The worst ones have no equal. However, many of Europe's ONCE great cities are becoming more "Americanized" each day. No one can say London, Paris, or Berlin are "better" than Minneapolis, Denver, or Seattle.

USS Dixiecrat
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 01:41 AM
Rural areas are always better. But European cities are just as bad as American cities

k0nsl
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 02:21 AM
European cities are just as bad as American cities

No, I don't think so.

-k0nsl

friedrich braun
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 02:48 AM
I lived until I was eleven in Paris and Paris is an Arab city. It's as bad as any North American sewer.

Ganden
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 01:52 PM
great article, thanks for posting.

Dr. Brandt
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 02:42 PM
ALL of America is not a cess-pool, just most of it. Those of us who live in rural areas have fairly decent lives among our own -- or mostly our own -- kind.

America's shitties get worse and worse everyday. The worst ones have no equal. However, many of Europe's ONCE great cities are becoming more "Americanized" each day. No one can say London, Paris, or Berlin are "better" than Minneapolis, Denver, or Seattle.

The rural aereas will eventually also be effected. The whites do not hold on to their land, they flee.
It is the same here. The muds and cruds are now even creeping into the small towns. Its an occupation during an occupation. We all know when our misery began: 8th May 1945. And we also know who we can thank for that! :mad:


But European cities are just as bad as American cities

Well, I'm glad that this gives you some compfort knowing that you can drag us with you into oblivion.

Allenson
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 02:53 PM
ALL of America is not a cess-pool, just most of it. Those of us who live in rural areas have fairly decent lives among our own -- or mostly our own -- kind.

Yes, this is, so far anyway, true for where I live--though I do fear very much for the future. I can only hope that our winters become more severe as that seems to keep the riff-raff out. ;)



As I was reading this article, I was wondering where it all took place as this sort of scene is not something that one would see here. Then he mentioned Phoenix and it all become so much clearer. Of course the place is full of Mexicans! It's Arizona for Christ's sake...!

Around here at a Wal-Mart one usually sees the toothless Caucasian type that this author referred to. ;)

I haven't been to a Wal-Mart in a couple years myself.....

cosmocreator
Friday, January 7th, 2005, 08:33 PM
Yes, this is, so far anyway, true for where I live--though I do fear very much for the future. I can only hope that our winters become more severe as that seems to keep the riff-raff out. ;)


Severe temperatures won't keep them away. Only an unaccepting attitude will. I lived in Northern Alberta and winters are long and cold up there. As a percentage of the population, I think there was more Mud people up there than in red-neck Calgary.

Draugr
Saturday, January 8th, 2005, 06:07 AM
At some point this artificial integration is going to break down because it goes against nature. Already where I live the white man is no longer giving the muds ground, whites are starting to come back to the city.

Everywhere I go I carry, if my path crosses a negro, he moves not me, I drive through Wilkinsburg (a ghetto) with the windows down blaring Rammstein and smoking a cigerette, and I give interracial couples the hard eye daring them to do something about it.

One day there will be a reckoning.

Dr. Brandt
Saturday, January 8th, 2005, 09:47 PM
.... and I give interracial couples the hard eye daring them to do something about it.


Golly, I'm sure that gives them sleepless nights and they will end their relationship soon. :laugh:

USS Dixiecrat
Sunday, January 9th, 2005, 12:05 AM
Well, I'm glad that this gives you some compfort knowing that you can drag us with you into oblivion.

This in no way comforts me, it infuriates me. I was agreeing with norcalnative1971, most of western Europe is now Judaized. Dr. Brandt, I would never wish this on my ancestral homeland, even though you live there ;)

Draugr
Sunday, January 9th, 2005, 06:39 AM
Golly, I'm sure that gives them sleepless nights and they will end their relationship soon. :laugh:

Only if every white man did it...

Nordhammer
Sunday, January 9th, 2005, 05:32 PM
This in no way comforts me, it infuriates me. I was agreeing with norcalnative1971, most of western Europe is now Americanized. Dr. Brandt, I would never wish this on my ancestral homeland, even though you live there ;)

I prefer the term Judaized, as it's more accurate and reflective of the underlying problem. America wasn't always what it is today. As detailed by Kevin MacDonald, Jews have led these cultural revolutions which have transformed America into what it is today. Likewise they are doing it worldwide to all white nations.

EAEric
Monday, January 10th, 2005, 06:01 PM
We're subject to the racial nihilism that's overtaking the First World, not it's architects.

Pointless division and finger-pointing is stupid; I don't see any grand revolution succeeding in Germany.

When I do, we'll see.

USS Dixiecrat
Monday, January 10th, 2005, 06:13 PM
I prefer the term Judaized, as it's more accurate and reflective of the underlying problem. America wasn't always what it is today. As detailed by Kevin MacDonald, Jews have led these cultural revolutions which have transformed America into what it is today. Likewise they are doing it worldwide to all white nations.

So do I, I just didn't think of it when I made the post. Fixed it.