I was right!

By now I'm sure you know that I am always right. My forecast has come true perfectly, and my investments are so secure that I cannot be unsettled.

I spoke to my father, and "Go west, my son", he said.

The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. So too has the sun set on our economy and our way of life. Already as I write this the lawlessness has set in and the major cities burn. Martial law has been declared, but it is at best farcical. The government declares martial law when their laws have already failed. It is like a plea for the finally free populace to come back to being sheep. As if the shepherd could merely rattle his crook and have the sheep come running back to him.

Think of a game of a billiards. The two players vie to sink their balls into the pockets in order to ultimately pocket the eight ball and defeat the opponent. Billiards is a great game, because it so closely mimics the operations of the government. Two men with sticks vying to subjugate the ceramic balls of mankind. And in particularly exhilarating games, I put the blue chalk on the end of my penis.

If you have more than one dollar right now, woe is you. The dollar is worthless. Do not act. React. React to the false governance and urban slavery of our era. React to the upside down loans issued by criminals to ensure that no man ever copulates again. The race war is beginning. By oppressing the races, the White is blending away the dignity of man. And so he bleaches them in his image at the government financial centers, just as the dollar bill is bleached white, a worthless piece of paper not fit to be wadded up and sullied with the filth of a thousand bowel movements. I too am white, but not a conformist to the government's wholesale whitewashing: my turgid member is anointed with the powdery blue of true freedom.

8 ball, corner pocket.