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I was explaining how Shariah law was incompatible with White nations. Their only answer was that to prove God's kindness, my only choice is to sit there, and wait to get killed, so i can show the love of Jesus to others. I tried explaining there wont be any Christianity to spread if all those Christians are dead. Instead I was told that the only way to stop this is to placate and enable muslims, giving them the religious tolerance they need to practice. See Jesus is coming back soon, and since well all be dead soon, who gives a shit? (paraphrasing their words, not mine). As far as they're concerned, even bringing it up is too much. But if those same ass fucks criticize us? Well the onus is now on me to show the kindness of Christ by placating them. So let me get this straight, all i can do is sit there and get fucked by islam, whilst those same assholes can force demands on me and i have to listen? They can kill me, my family, and my entire neighborhood. But if i bring it up, im the bad guy?

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Oh come the fuck on, already!

Shit is hitting the fan over there and the curry smell is fucking disgusting.

All dried out and feeling good. Put on a couple pounds while I was in. Here's how it went and expect a wall of text.

Got in. They do preliminary screening which is a bunch of questions and giving a urine sample. They took my clothes and my books. Changed into scrubs and headed to the DT ward (detox.) That's where they keep ya while waiting for a bed in the rehab wing.

I was notified of payment when I got there. $1300 a day. Seeing how many folks were there looks like they'd be bringing in around $26k that day.

I was assigned a room with a really hard mattress and pillows cased in vinyl that smelled of band aids. I had a roommate for a little while. He just slept and ate Valiums so no big deal.

The food wasn't bad at all and we were fed about every four hours with snacks and other drinks. Actually had BBQ beef brisket with Mac and cheese, scalloped potatoes, side salad and a cherry Italian ice once. Pretty decent for facility food.

Most of the folks including staff were White which was pleasant. Most patients were there for fentanyl, alcohol and meth. Talked to one of them and they had been there 19 times. Glad they're going but damn.

Course we had a queen b. Theyre moderately attractive women who flirt with nearly all the men. It's fake and obvious. Annoying too.

I spent most of my time reading and planning that I'd do when I got out. It gave me peace and thinking clearly I could formulate plans better.

Made two friends and sponsors while I was there too.

Classes were pretty good and largely run by recovered addicts. It did get a little tiring everytime someone new joined and the social worker would go through their life story again.

I did take my time to explain central banking, Rothschilds, Rockefellers and Saudi oil shieks to a few folks. Explained Epsteins island to a few more and why we're never gonna get any evidence. Shit all over reddit. Explained to two guys how bottom surgery works for mtf trannies. They were horrified. One being a 50 year old country guy that slurs his words together and thought there were lasers attached to our rooms to keep us in. I figured I blended in ok after talking to one patient about the anunaki.

So quite the host of characters. Margo was likely the most wild and funniest. Seemed like a genuinely good woman that made some really bad decisions in her life but her stories were hysterical. She was wanting to bounce early and go back with her bf that cooks crack and sells weed, lsd and shrooms. My buddy and I were vehemently against it and told her as much. Hopefully she stuck around.

I could see the blue ride mountains from my room and outside in the yard. Talked with some locals about hurricane Helene that experienced it first hand. Some locals told me the town next door was infested with users and homeless after the city council decided to tell the whole US if you are using and homeless we have housing. Native population is around 70k so I bet ya know how well that's working.

Anyway. I missed yall and I'll catch up with everyone over time. Got a lot to do and will be attending local meetings to keep it going. Thanks again for all your support!

I remember when my family used to look at slides in the projector on Christmas Eve. Still photos my grandma couldn't recognize anymore. We did it anyway. Tradition.

I remember the roller rinks with neon light cascading to the waved hardwood floors. The smell of popcorn and coin op games like Double Dragon. The songs of the 80s.

I remembered when my folks rented a VCR and King Kong. First movie I ever saw with special effects. I remember the place long white walls and it was close to the center.

I grew up in a largely White suburban neighborhood. We had a block parties on a regular a test of mettle for the cooking men. My school was about two blocks away. We had festivals there. Cake walks and all.

I took a ring pop out to a girl I loved in elementary school. Her name was Jamie and she lived on a farm right out of town. I gave her all my cool pencils. She was a farmer girl. Tan with blonde hair.her folks owned many acres.

My buddy Eric liked what would become semi simulator but this was blocky roads and basic interface.

We had a loft for reading time. It was filled with cushions and reading was expected for at least an hour.

This is the best time so far. Right now. I got a little Factory going, got away from all the Psychopaths, played a bunch of gigs but now I'm tired of that too. Just having visions of the moment of creation, trying to stop controlling things and instead just letting my whiteness take over. Its working!

Here's the deal.

I live in a relatively safe apartment complex in my town. Sure I can hear the assholes with their SCAT packs tearing their cars down the road. Outside of the symphony of dead smoke detector batteries it's not bar. Course the buildings were natural brick that new owners decided to paint grey just to add the prison touch.

I was hanging out with a neighbor and we watched three dark black niggers walking up the apartment block street speaking some sort of african language.

I said, "that's not fucking good."

He replied "yes."

Don't get me wrong. I want a fucking ranch with a well trained bull and rooster that'll charge the IRS guy in the yard but I'm not there yet.

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Worth considering. Decent take.

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The helicopter was flying along perfectly fine until something caused an extremely rare catastrophic failure of the transmission that sheared the entire fuckin' transmission off the helicopter, leaving it still attached to the main rotor.

Still looks incredibly suspicious.

Front line news. Was in Arizona, made it @20 miles from the border. There was more border patrol than mexicans. Counted 8 white unmarked fed vehicals (all trucks) with 3 more on the road heading down. One dude and a dog out in the field, everyone else watching the show rom the road. Don't know what they were doing as was just driving by.

Next, flew out of Las Vegas yesterday. Was exactly 2 (two) protestors with a single cop car blinking lights on watching the 2, protesting at the Testa dealership. Saturday at 2:30 pm, perfect weather.

Lol.

Winning.

While Trump is deporting PhD students who pen OpEds for University newspapers, he's called off mass deportations for illegals, here without permission, and is asking for people to "self deport" so that they can come back legally. Also promises to "slow down" deportations for illegals with jobs.