Douglas Mercer
August 29 2023
The mixed-race cretins crawling over a luxe and trendy hotel in a semi bohemian part of Queens are leading to the expected mixed reviews—the mixed-race cretins adore it---the locals are somewhat less sanguine. For the mixed race cretins they find themselves in an even more upscale version of Shangri-la. They come from the base and bitter barrios and the dirt farms with the chickens running around and they find themselves in Bauhaus Meets Their New House, everything is stylish and tony, it’s so cutting edge and hip you’d think that one of Frank Lloyd Wright’s acolytes had designed the place. They have everything a budding yuppie would ever dream of—the sunken tubs, the full-scale entertainment center, the wet bar, the set in the wall screens, you name it. But they didn’t have to slave away on Wall Street to be elevated into becoming masters of the universe, all they had to do was pack up their belongings in a beat-up old bag and break American Federal Law. It’s a far cry from heating up a tortilla on a rock in the midday sun, or shooing giant lizards from your front (and only) room—yes sir, they have fallen deep into the lap of luxury and all they had to do was give a hard luck story and take a lot of money from your pocket. Uncle Sucker has for sure been very good to them.
“A high-end hotel converted into one of New York City’s latest shelters is getting top-notch reviews from its new migrant residents, who are thrilled with the spectacular conditions. The Collective Paper Factory’s newest guests started at the industrial-hip hotel in Long Island City last week after it was turned into an emergency migrant shelter amid the Big Apple’s ongoing struggles to house the relentless influx of asylum seekers flooding in.”
If these mixed-race cretins had ever even heard of the phrase industrial hip it’s what their Aunt Rosarita hoped to get in the big American Hospital after she broke her hip in the accident which her illegal alien husband with no car insurance caused after having one too many Modelos and fled the scene like once long ago they fled Le Migre. Industrial Hip and Collective Paper, these are the tell-tale signs of gentrification, but these are not gentry lodgings there now, far from it. These are the lowest of the low, the poorest of the poor, their idea of the good life was being the one senorita in the clan who didn’t get raped by their Uncle Hidalgo, or getting an extra ration of beans on The Day Of The Dead. To say that their horizons are limited is to say too little, before their entire village got imported to America their highest hope was to eke out a meager existence and not end up in one of those shallow mass graves like those Forgotten Women Of Juarez. Now they while away their days in bubble baths and walk along the immaculate stone or hardwood floors and watch the Telenovelas courtesy of a satellite dish. No one can say that Uncle Sucker has not treated them like Kings and Queens.
“Muy bonita (very pretty), Colombian migrant Cledys Maria said of her new, modern digs. It has two beds. The bathroom is spectacular. Everything is nice the mom of three, who is sharing a room at the hotel-turned-shelter with her husband and their 29-year-old son, added. Her son, Freddy Osunam, was in awe of the very large rooms, saying: how it looks inside, everything is very nice. It’s very good. It looks sleek. Very sleek. It has the hanging lights by the staircase. They have art hanging down — it’s like different colored threads. It’s pretty. I was surprised. A Venezuelan migrant agreed they had it good at the four-star hotel. The floor is polished concrete. The shower is very, very big and stylish. Beautiful tile and stone. There is a little kitchen, the asylum seeker said. We’re very happy to be here.”
Well, they seem pleased as punch—clearly the Biden Administration’s efforts to wipe the country they preside over off the map forever is going gangbusters. Inflation is at an all-time high, you have to stop off at the bank on the way to get meat in order to get meat loan, gas is through the roof, it’s nip and tuck whether you can afford to pay for the gas to go get the gas, all in all the Jewish Central Bank efforts to make old time pensioners cart wheel barrows full of valueless money to the Value Mart to get some synthetic butter is going nicely thank you very much; but that’s not stopping them from vaulting the race alien illegals right to the top of the totem pole---and paying them to stay at place the average American could not afford in a million years—sleek, very sleek, the slackers and the savages are inheriting the earth.
“The lodgings — located at 37-06 36th St. — are so appealing that one shelter worker, who has helped staff another asylum seeker site at a Holiday Inn elsewhere in the city, said she FaceTimed a friend to show off the inside of the lobby. I told my friend: imagine like coming from another country to America. And this is free housing, free food, free electricity, free water. It’s nice, said the 24-year-old female worker. When you say shelter, you don’t think of this.”
Well you don’t think of this when you think of a shelter if you are a shut in with no access to any information whatsoever—for the rest of us we know this is exactly the model of a major modern shelter---it’s not like the grimy old timey place like the Salvation Army on skid row by which the winos and the derelicts hang around nipping at their ripple, where there might be a rat or two who bite baby Esmeralda, or the kitchen looks like something the Hazmat team might be called on to clean up and the food looks like it might have mold on it that’s left over from a bygone era—hell no it’s not. Now it’s top of the line and top flight, it’s fully functional and postmodern, there might even be some exposed brick walls and water pipes above to show the niche deconstructionist bent of the architects, there are huge walk in closets, and bay windows, it’s got state of the art central heating and full blast arctic AC, there are screens all over the place and up in the loft there’s a reproduction of an Andy Warhol reproduction to let you know this is what real class looks like.
“These people moving in, they don’t have taxes, he continued. All their needs are taken care of. What a great city this is — for them. But it’s killing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, a lifelong LICer in her 70s, said the community had spent years trying to turn the neighborhood into a desirable place to live — but she now fears it will all come undone. I remember when they renovated this hotel. There was a lot of fanfare. It represented the turning around of this community, because the neighborhood was pretty gritty back in the day, she said. The Paper Mill Hotel had that urban chic quality that a lot of the boutique hotels were going for and still are. To see it fall into the hands of the city as a migrant shelter is truly disheartening.”
They tried to gentrify it, to take the old good bones elegant buildings that the White man created long ago but have been glossed over by the beaners and the spooks so they look like beautiful museum pieces but covered in feces, dirt and garbage. The neighborhood went south the minute the first Puerto Rican drew his first switch blade, when the first Dominican played his dominos and ate his plantains, when the first Jamaican bitched about the “wide man”. And then some financial tycoons coupled with some yuppie sodomites and the soy boy who wanted to strum his lonely guitar at open mic night whilst nursing his ten dollar cafe latte and posing and preening as an “artiste” came along to move in and clean the place up. Apparently they were successful for a while but then force majeure in the form of hundreds of thousands of flat face Indian peasants and ne’er- do-wells from Africa became the superstars of the age. The government has been putting them in tents and parks but their preferred mode of storage is the high-class motel---and to hell with your plans and provisions for redevelopment---White Genocide comes first and foremost and trumps all other wishes.
“It represents a total 180-degree turn from all the progress we reached, and is such a screw-you to all the people who’ve worked so hard to make the city livable. Well, it’s livable, all right — too livable, and that’s the problem. The once-funky 125-room hotel includes a gym, communal spaces, meeting rooms, a bar and restaurant. Neighbors are already complaining that migrants using the hotel are ruining the neighborhood.”
It’s always true that where you stand depends on where you sit and, more importantly, what the name of the race is of the guy who’s sitting next you. These people live in ultra-liberal and ultra humanitarian Jew York and they’ve been taught since they were in short pants that tolerance was not only a virtue but was virtue itself. But things always look different up close and personal, and when it’s your ox that it is getting gored welcoming the stranger begins to seem like what it is, possibly the most heinous and suicidal ideal ever to bandied about on the face of the earth. It was the renowned and reputed and highly respected anti-Semite Joe Sobran who once sagely opined that the value of a college education is that it teaches you to have the enlightened view of the minorities and the ability to make enough money to be able to live as far away from them as humanly possible. But in this Rube Goldberg world the dark masses of mixed-race cretins are boomeranging back on even the hopelessly trendy and chic, and caught between the rock of their humanitarian ideal and the hard place of the stink and the stench of the race aliens, even they are finding that in the Jew world they can’t catch the clap.
“The trendy four-star hotel in Long Island City has now become a migrant shelter. Locals are griping that the hotel’s new guests were ruining their neighborhood. The industrial-hip Collective Paper Factory hotel — which was once home to a historic paper factory — began housing migrants Friday (August 18) after being converted into a Department of Homeless Services emergency shelter site for families. Workers at the hotel-turned-shelter said that 16 families had already moved in, as plans are underway to fill all of its 125 loft-style rooms with asylum seekers. One man, who lives next door to the new shelter, fumed that the migrants are drinking and tossing their trash in the street. There is already littering on the streets — cans and Coca Cola bottles. It’s just a day later. Last night, I saw a family of five or six children, a mother and a father sitting on their cars with some friends just having some beers, and I was walking my dog on the street and a little kid was going Woof! Woof! to my dog.”
Probably the little half breed had not realized that he was now in an upscale place and the manners of the refined were expected of him. Where he comes from the dogs are all feral and are emaciated and hairless and mostly will give you foaming at the mouth rabies---if they are not on the dinner table. With these so called migrants humanity is not sending their best, the other day in forlorn Germany a dark skinned man was caught on tape sexually assaulting a pony—and in the country where he hails from that means he and the pony are considered legally married. So the hipsters and gentry folk and the high toned sodomites of Long Island City can expect vomit and Corona bottles to be strewn about their formerly fair city, they can expect the garbage to pile up, the malodorous smells to waft along the streets, and the diseases that had once been totally eradicated to recur, they can expect the little rubbish children to clog their schools and they can expect more and more late night littering and loitering on the boulevards. They thought that they were going to reclaim the wasteland and carve out a bit of Nouveau Art and Art Deco friezes with trendy eateries and art galleries with picture of blobs of paint that they could stroke their chins to and declare genius---but the wasteland is back in the form of race bastards from the world over and though they don’t know it yet they have a choice to make.
“Some locals, however, weren’t so thrilled with the sudden influx of new guests. The owner of the All American Coffee Shop across the street, said his business has dropped 50% since the tourists left and were replaced by asylum seek. Just two weeks ago, my place was packed during lunch hours. Now, take a look around. There’s no one here, he fumed. What are the regulations for them coming in here? Are there background checks? I don’t know. It just makes us nervous.”
After the rise of the Boomer Waffen are we going to see the rise of the Gentry Waffen and the Hipster Waffen? Probably not. There’s probably a hard upper limit to the amount of hate in their bandwidth, and if ever the racial scum would go back to molesting and harassing the border towns or the small rural White hamlets they’d go back to their ten dollar quadruple cappuccinos that weigh half an ounce, and there folk music that rattles and impoverishes the brain, and their art that looks like either an erratic three year old with down syndrome or a convict in a straight jacket at the state hospital of the mentally insane took a whack at it. No, these are not our future bothers in arms and their being rankled at the brown man trashing their boutique is no call to arms. Despite their recent resentment and umbrage the brainwashing has been too deep-dyed, and they will continue on their trajectory of victimhood and watch blindly as the world around them circles the bowl. That is the idea of abandoning their preconceive notions never occurs to them and even if it did the price for shedding them appears to steep. You can’t be a hater and worship that blob of paint as the apogee of culture, so they will sullenly retreat to their corner and simply make do with their demise. You see the invasion makes the nervous---but not nearly nervous enough.
