Saturday, November 21, 2009

My trip to Tucson, AZ. . . .

I got up bright and early this morning and made my way down to Tucson for a Stormfront BBQ. I left my home shortly before 6:00AM. We hold social events like this on a regular basis. The weather was absolutely perfect. Many of us wait all summer for weather like this.

As is the case with many trips, the “getting there” part is half the fun. The drive on 1-10 was about an uneventful as it could be. There was some traffic congestion due to a bicycle race, but nothing else worth mentioning happened on the way down.

The real action was in the Fry’s parking lot at Alvernon Way & Grant Rd. While my colleagues went into the store to pick up a few things for the BBQ, I waited outside and guarded the vehicles.

I wasn’t standing there more than three minutes before this goofy woman stopped near an adjacent gas station, opened her trunk and pulled out a gas can. She walked over to the pumps and began her hustle. She pitched the story, “I’m almost out of gas, can you spare a little.” It worked! I suspect people thought it was easier to giver her some gas rather than to tell her to get lost. I would have had more fun telling her off. During the time I stood there, she ran this game successfully three times in a row. She made three trips back to her car and put the gas in her tank. I’m sure she ended up with a full tank before she was finished.

And to think I’ve been BUYING gasoline all these years. Perhaps I should try this sometime.

While that woman was working her gasoline hustle, I observed two teenaged Mexican girls lurking around the parking lot with bags of tamales. They were ambushing people with their sales pitches as they exited their vehicles. Neither one of them looked like they wanted to be there. I observed each girl make three sales. After each transaction, they would walk up to a very nice looking extra-cab 4x4 with lots of bolt-on diamond plate accessories. They would hand the money to the occupant and return to the parking lot with another bag of tamales. I really doubt either one of them had a food handlers card or a permit to do business.

I think it would be funny if all of their customers would get food poisoning. Who would they sue?

As with any good day, it eventually must come to an end. Our BBQ went well although we expected a few more people to attend. I rolled back into my driveway shortly before 8:00PM.

I noticed the Pima County Sheriff’s Office read my previous blog. Apparently, they have somebody typing in keywords all day. In any case, the law enforcement community didn’t notice our presence.

On December 8, 1984 a young man named Robert Jay Mathews died after an intense gun battle with federal agents on Whidbey Island. Mathews chose a warriors death rather then submit to a Jewish Occupied Government. Despite facing certain death, Mathews still granted quarter during the grueling siege. He stood firm in his convictions to his last breath as federal agents firebombed the house he took refuge in, his charred remains were found in a bathtub which was originally on the second floor.
December 8, 2009 will mark 25 years since the death of the only known militia leader in American history who organized on the principle of racial preservation.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Summary: Last weekend’s “tea party”. . . .

I’m not sure what was more amusing, J.T. knocking that ruffian on his ass or the comments from all of the “keyboard commandos” and “lawn chair philosophers” who would be too afraid to ever show their faces in public, let alone in front of a TV camera knowing they WILL be criticized for doing so.

Neo-Nazis Unfurl Hitler Flag at Tea Party Rally

People have actually told me, “We don’t want to go with you. We might get in trouble.” Others have said, “If my employer finds out, I’ll lose my job.” I always hear excuses. When somebody finally does something, all they(the spectators) can do is bitch and moan (while hiding behind their computers). Without sacrifice, we will get nowhere.

The Phoenix Metro area has a population in the millions. Where was everybody else? I regularly attend meetings/events for various WN groups. Rarely, do I see more than five or six people take the time and effort to attend. We might get 20 if there is beer.

Having been to numerous tea parties (A place many of my critics have never been.), I’ve seen many images of Hitler, Lenin, Stalin, Mao and even “Hitlerized” Obamas. The Confederate flag I was holding was found “for sale” at a previous tea party. There was nothing new or unique about what we did. “Mom” and “Pop” did it on 912 in Washington D.C.

Regardless of what we did, we came out looking better than the “nativists” in the eyes of the media. Imagine that! “Quite civil by comparison to the nativists“, “Unlike the neo-Nazis, they are hypocrites.”

As I stated before, we went there solely to listen to the speakers and nothing else. We were there for the purpose of gathering information. When you are pushed, you push back harder! Walking away would have been completely unacceptable and dishonorable.

William Gheen said. . .

Yes, if you are a David Duke or Stormfront supporter, DO NOT SEND us your money. We don't want it. We have asked several times for you to stay our of our affairs and we are done asking. I don't care about what the communist liars at the ADL and SPLC have to say about me or ALIPAC anymore. I oppose them for what they are doing to further exacerbate illegal immigration in America. Now we are going to oppose Duke and Stormfront for your efforts to help illegal immigration by trying to force your way into our functions. When your Neo Nazi supporter pushed down one of our veterans and Sr. citizens at our Tea Party Against Amnesty in Phoenix, you just cross the line. Go throw your own events and stop trying to force yourself upon people that want no association with you or face the piper for your own actions.
Communists and Nazis are not welcome at our events, don't post our events, don't support our events, don't support us, don't support me, get lost, take the hint!
William Gheen
President, Americans for Legal Immigration PAC

Not Welcome? That means they are not on OUR side.

The turnip truck and Weight Watchers comments should have been left in the third grade. I’m 46 year old, 5’9” and weigh 190 lbs. Prior to retiring, I worked in a factory where most of the twenty-somethings couldn’t keep up with me. I’m sure many of you can type faster than me. And yes, J.T.’s big. He’s also very good at throwing his weight around. On October 24, 2009, he beat down a Brown Beret who jumped a barricade in Riverside, CA. Last spring, we faced hundreds of illegal aliens out in the street. Imagine being outnumbered 500+ to 1. Again, where was everybody else?

The last thing in the world one should ever do, is show up to an non-WN event wearing a uniform and NS/WP logos/insignia. Especially, if there are only two of you. Our “casual attire” was an attempt to blend in with the tea party crowd. The wrong people recognized our faces from the evening news and Youtube. We weren’t aware that there would be a bunch of pseudo-bikers and one Jew in a scooter chair present.
As I stated before, this was not a real tea party. Those brainwashed people(sheeple) will be of no use to us. The majority of the tea party crowd is pro-Israel. We need to focus on those 1%’ers out there.

For the poster(s) that didn’t read everything, there was NO SWASTIKA!

If you look in the events section, there’s a Stormfront BBQ in Tucson on Saturday. The thread has been there for quite some time and not one person commented or showed interest. I’m sure many will say, “I couldn’t make it because, that was too far to travel.” or “I was too busy.” More excuses!
You only take flak when you're over enemy territory!

The Phoenix New Times. . . .

“Do not fear the enemy, for your enemy can only take your life. It is far better that you fear the media, for they will steal your HONOR. That awful power, the public opinion of a nation, is created in America by a horde of ignorant, self-complacent simpletons who failed at ditching and shoemaking and fetched up in journalism on their way to the poorhouse.” --Mark Twain.