Houses For Squatters

[Douglas Mercer]

Douglas Mercer
April 18 2024

What will they think of next? Don’t ask if you don’t want to know but you can be sure it will have the stink of pure evil. The borders are wider open that the legs of diseased ridden Tijuana whore, he ones crossing it have more diseases from the dirty slattern, that is tens of thousands of black, brown and yellow race scum from the far corners of the earth traverse it daily, the sordid squatters get Jew lawyered up, they have themselves some big rights, they get to vote, they get set up in grand hotels, they get free health care, they get free schooling (well not free: you pay for it), they get lauded as heroes, they become the darlings of the age, they get government handouts with all the bells and whistles and all the trimmings; and now they don’t want them to live tenuously on the margins in a apartment. Hell no, they don’t, nothing but the best for the invaders! Nothing but the best for the squatters! They want them to be a burgher, a householder, one of solid citizens called a homeowner. It’s their home after all, right? Sure, you moved in and worked hard for what is yours, you bought your house fair and square and didn’t rely on Uncle Sam to get you where you are going. But Uncle Sam is now Uncle Sucker. And you paid all those property taxes so your White children would have a good solid school to go to and begin to learn; but now these race detritus simply traverse the border, put up stakes (or are given them rather), and get the government goodies right off the bat; they now have a house right next to you. Sure they have eight cars in the driveway, four more up on cinder blocks on the dying lawn, and they play that rancid Ranchera music all night long, and empty bottles of Modelo are strewn in the street, and the women that are there look more than bit like that aforementioned Tijuana whore, though at least you can say this for that Tijuana whore: she works for a living. And now that Juan is set up in that nice house he can send his little Juan and Juanita to that same school as your kids; he didn’t pay for it and never will but that won’t stop them from sitting in the class with their greasy hair and being taught in Spanish that this land is their land, this land is not our land, that this land was made for them and theirs. It’s called the Reconquista see, they once put tortillas on a hot rock somewhere in New Mexico and they call that right of ownership. It’s a sorry thing but it’s the kind of thing that happens in a world that is currently circling the bowl.

“Joaquin Arambula, a Democratic assemblyman from California, introduced Assembly Bill 1840 earlier this year, which could create an alternative way for illegal immigrants to achieve homeownership. The bill is set to expand eligibility criteria for a state loan program to expand these loans to include undocumented migrants that are first-time buyers. Arambula’s update to the bill states, an applicant under the program shall not be disqualified solely based on the applicant’s immigration status.”

How symbolic: a house for roaming vagrants, a home for race derelicts, a home for squatters, a home for egregious interlopers, for people who have no earthbound reason for being here, a home for those scum and garbage who by all rights and by all lights should be back home chasing the chickens around the dirt road and trying vainly to get food out of the ground; oh no, now they are the kings of the world, now they are living the dream, living the American dream and they not only have rights by the gods; they have a home. Sure, it’s paid for by you but that won’t stop them from stocking the fridge up with the cerveza and living the high life (such as it is for them, it’s really a low life) all on your dime. You feel kind of stupid for having worked so hard for all those years and then to have all your hard-earned pay for politicians who switch the rules and tip the balance to foreign invaders whom in the past would have been met with a lot more than a whiff of grapeshot. Hell, back when this was still a decent self-respecting country some Mexicans made a furtive raid into America and the President sent his best men to quell it. It was then that in Dodge Touring cars that one George Patton cut his teeth, made his bones and earned his keep by waving his pistol and putting down the dirty dogs in the cold cold earth. That was of course how it was and should be again. Now we invite them in, give them prepaid debit cards, the run of the place so they can run roughshod over us and then put them up in style in a nice big house. It’s not a hacienda but that won’t stop them from killing us. That is they are not so much eating us out of house and home anymore; they are taking it over.

“It is that ambiguity for undocumented individuals, despite the fact that they’ve qualified under existing criteria, such as having a qualified mortgage, that underscores the pressing need for us to introduce legislation. The bill focuses on the California Dream for All Shared Appreciation Loans program, which launched spring of 2023 to give qualifying first-time home buyers a loan that covers up to 20% of a property’s purchase price that will not accumulate interest or have required monthly payments. Under Arambula’s new proposal, the legislation would expand to allow the program to include illegal immigrants into the eligibility pool. Arambula sent Fox News Digital a statement saying how the bill will address the uncertainty of the eligibility for undocumented individuals.”

No ambiguity there, don’t want them to be uncertain. It’s as clear a bell in fact, it’s their home not yours. And this replacement, this invasion it’s not just a need they have but it’s a pressing need, they need it so bad they can taste it. They need it because they need the invaders to burrow in like termites, to be so intercrossed in all the deep and interstitial spaces of the place that you can no more be rid of them than you can be rid of cockroaches—that is unless you have the brass ones to call the exterminator in—but where do you find that kind of steel today? Where do you find that hell bent for leather and go for broke attitude in today’s leaders? Nowhere, that’s where. They are too busy preparing a big funeral pyre for us to burn all that we hold dear right down the ground, and so they not only smuggle this biological detritus into our midst to mix us to oblivion, but they hijack the very concept of our once proud nation by giving said scum full access so they live in the lap of luxury on our dime. These so called leaders certainly are not men, and not even simulacrum thereof, but tinsel milksops and milquetoasts without the courage even to live; or of course outright enemies using out government to put us down.

“The California Dream for All program already exists – it was established to assist low- and middle-income individuals to purchase homes. But the program hasn’t been clear about eligibility for undocumented individuals, and AB 1840 addresses that issue. Let me be clear: anyone who meets the program’s criteria can apply for this loan program. The ability to do this strengthens local economies, and that benefits all people who call California home.”

The California dream, it used be such. The American Dream too. From my admittedly rudimentary review of the historical record it was a long record of hard working, adventurous, courageous and tough as nail White folk toiling assiduously for their families and the future. With a few exceptions It had nothing to do with our leaders, the leaders were sitting in parlors in Boston or some other godforsaken locale doing high philosophy, or mediocrities counting the money we were sending back; but now, alas, the fix is in; and our leaders have wholly abandoned us, thrown us to the wolves, left us hanging and hanging fire, left us to shift for ourselves by our own devices, thrown us to the wolves. Some strictly horrific emanation of the evil impulse is up in Sacramento named “Joaquin” is blowing allegedly high minded and moral words about how race scum the world over will be able with full legal sanction to set themselves up in the formerly golden state and given houses---given and set up in high style. And when you think about this (and thousands of other instances equally heinous and abominable) you can only think of an adage that is apropos to the situation. It’s not one of those old adages that are so famous among our Anglo-Saxon people that we all love so much. No, it’s of recent vintage but it is honored most by observing it; the saying is that our grandmothers to the nth degree wanted to marry a solid yeoman farmer to give them food and ten children; our grandmothers wanted to marry doctors and lawyers to give them a solid and clean life. Our sisters and daughters want to marry a computer scientist to provide the same. But (the saying goes) our grand and great granddaughters will be on the lookout for battle hardened warlords. For such will be the going thing in the coming nightmare that will be the post-apocalyptic hell hole built on the ruins of a once great civilization. Look out your window if you don’t believe me; if you do you’ll smell it coming.

[Douglas Mercer]

[Jim Mathias]

The Camp of the Saints, right in what was our backyard.

While it can be said that we've thrown away what our ancestors fought over and won, the thought going forward ought to be, "we must organize ourselves into communities, build better than what was done before to secure what has been won, breed and educate new generatios, and conquer again. Next time, zero tolerance for racial aliens." In other words, the program of the National Alliance. https://www.natall.com/about/what-is-th ... -alliance/