A Criminal Gets a Day

by Douglas Mercer

I DON’T KNOW IF you’ve noticed, but the lights went out in Georgia. And they drove old Dixie down — by doing dirt upon her.

When you look at the picture in the broadest sense, it’s easy to conclude that Sherman was kinder than our current kikeistocracy.

It wasn’t always this way. Heck, even such a notorious around-the-bend liberal and bleeding-heart Christian as Jimmy Carter had some halfway common sense when he was governor there. When the mania of forced busing was beginning to descend, he said he had no problem with White enclaves in northern cities remaining ethnically pure.

Safe to say, they do it differently there now.

Richard Nixon worked hard with his Southern Strategy to bring the Dixiecrats over to the Republicans and turn the South hard-core red for generations. More recently, Trump abandoned his successful formula of working for White votes and instead courted Negroes in a vain attempt to foment Blexit. This, of course, was the famous Southern Fried Chicken Strategy.

We were all infinitely better off with Willie Horton images.

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Huey Newton got a statue and a street, so why can’t a criminal get a day? It turns out he can.

You’ve heard of “blue dog” Democrats? They’re gone. Now it’s Jew Democrats.

The Peach State has gone and sent a Jew and a Negro to the Senate. Whites there are fast approaching the demographic do or die point of fifty per cent., which means they will soon be underwater demographically. And that liver-faced simian Stacy Abrams is marching her lard straight for the governor’s mansion, so you know all Hell is breaking loose.

And then you learn that the state of Georgia just went and gave that notorious criminal jogger Ahmaud Arbery his own official holiday. That’s right; now, every February 23, as a lurid capstone to Black History Month, White people there are supposed to get on their knees and genuflect to, and ritually revere, a Congoid thug who tried steal from a construction site. Three upstanding, decent White men tried to stop him — that is, they stood up and were counted and did their duty. And for their trouble they were cut loose by society and left to twist slowly in the wind.

Nothing could be more shameful.

The “jogger” has a day? Damn those Democrats, you might say!

But wait a minute — hold the phone. It wasn’t the Democrats, vile as they are. The Republicans have a decisive majority in the Georgia House of Representatives. It was largely their doing. They gave the jogger a day.

If we have a friend anywhere among elected officials, if we have any representation at all, I for one have never heard about it.

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Those of us of this generation will always remember where we were when we found out about the “jogger.” Right away, they turned an obvious attempt at theft into a “lonely Black man simply taking a healthy run through a White neighborhood” — in work boots, meandering through a construction site, and having a criminal record as long as the Zambezi. Blackie was just getting his exercise, don’t you know. Nothing to see there, certainly; surely he didn’t do nothing. That phony tough guy Matt Walsh even stuck up for the Negro, telling us that lingering criminally at construction sites is “simply what men do.” Yeah, Blacks bent on robbery do, you bleeding idiot.

It was a bonanza for us, an outpouring of words and pictures — no sooner had the “jogger” meme exploded on us, than tens of thousands of White nationalists noticed that the word “jogger” was very much like a forbidden word that also has that nice double-G E R. Give a jogga a break, man.

Soon a thousand jokes wrote themselves. If those jokes have stopped being written, the end of time must have come.

It was literally the jogger in the woodpile, for crying out loud.

Those were salad days, green with memory.

“Jogger” has gone in on the first ballot to the Mendacity Hall of Fame, right up there with “mostly peaceful” and “hands up, don’t shoot” and “man of peace.”

It’s a long and sorry list.

Should they ever stop lying, it will be because we’ve stopped them from talking.

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It didn’t take them long before they started to sketch in the halo around Arbery’s criminal head. They airbrushed out all of the thuggery and the malevolence — why, from looking at the pictures they put up of him, you’d never know that this was someone you’d definitely never want to meet in a dark alley, the kind of “youth” you cross to the other side of the street for, even if you’re packing. Trouble. From all the pictures they put up, you’d think he was a gentleman and a scholar, that he loves small animals, loves his granny and takes her things all the time. He’s the kid you borrow a cup of sugar from when you want to bake that cake, he coaches the local soccer team, and he’s involved in the local school. Just maybe he’s also an aspiring “rapper” — as well as an angel.

But as for crossing to the other side of the street when the real-life Arbery is walking behind you — as well you might — Arbery was also the possessor of an “extensive criminal record,” which is not shocking at all considering him name was Ahmaud. He also had what the controlled media like to term “a troubled past” — though you can bet the trouble fell mostly on others.

Of course this scrubbing and eliding is nothing new. That other Black thug roaming the neighborhood, Trayvon Martin, became known to the world as the “cherubic” pre-teen who not only wouldn’t hurt a fly but couldn’t hurt a fly even had he wanted to. From the pictures of Martin that got beamed round the world, you’d be forgiven for thinking he was that kid who helped old people in wheelchairs cross the street and volunteered helping the homeless get back on their feet. They tried to make you think he was as innocent as newly poured holy water and had a soft spot for small, cuddly animals. When the real story (well guarded, of course) emerged, you could see the extent and purpose of their lies.

And then of course there was the “gentle giant” Michael Brown, last seen in this vale of tears intimidating a convenience store owner for a pack of smokes — six foot four and 300 pounds of hulking evil, the terror of several communities. Though in his case it was a bit harder for them to hide: When the inevitable pictures of him in his graduation cap came out, the image of supposed academic competence was belied by the unmistakable gleam of rage and terror in his eyes. Not a tragic “civil rights” victim was he — but a deadly predator.

Our enemies lie like they breathe, and they lie particularly horribly when they have an important narrative to push, and the only way to stop them from lying is to stop them from speaking.

The three men who stopped Arbery were caught in a horrific matrix of decades of lies, and they were caught in it on one of its worst days. So they were tossed on the demons’ altar; there came a tipping point, at which the cacophony of vitriol and vilification surrounding them became so intense that even those who might have been likely to defend them on ground of self defense just tossed in their cards and said, This is too rich for my blood. It was a hill they couldn’t imagine dying on. That’s how societies collapse, through moral cowardice. Unfortunately the three White men were ill-equipped to deal with it, taking the standard line that they were “not racist,” etc.

That is no way to win a race war.

First, you have to recognize that not only are you in one, but you have always been in one and you will always be in one. Once that point is clarified, you can begin to win.

The most crucial insight in his criminal record is that he used jogging to as a cover to commit crimes.

I’d say so. The jury never heard it. Seems kind of important. He was a serial “jogger” — that is, a serial savage, a serial Negroid robber of the innocent. He used jogging as a ruse to take what wasn’t his.

Ahmaud Arbery’s name already is known nationally. In Georgia a day named after Arbery would likely reinforce his legacy, which now ripples beyond the Brunswick subdivision where he took his last breath.

Legacy? Are they out of their minds? It’s doubtful if he even left a bank account or two pennies to rub together to leave to anyone. He was a run of the mill Congoid criminal who was robbing a construction site, who had the misfortune to meet some citizens who were willing to get involved; when he grabbed for their gun he was shot; fully justified. That should be his legacy, as a salutary warning to White people about the true character of commonplace Blacks, their vile nature and their shiftlessness; as a salutary warning to Negroes as to what happens when you violate innocent Whites and their hard-earned property and their inviolable homes and their righteous laws; and as the poster child for the face of race trash.

That is his real legacy.

But when the truth does not suit the Jews and their employees, they’ll print the lies, and manufacture a “legacy.” For all intents and purposes the “Amhuad Abrey” that people “know’ is a fictional character in a false melodrama of supposed good and ostensible evil with a denouement of putative “justice.”

The real demon was nothing of the kind.

The Georgia House of Representatives adopted a resolution that declares Feb. 23 as Ahmaud Arbery Day, honoring the 25-year-old Black jogger who was killed in the Brunswick neighborhood of Satilla Shores two years ago.

Jogger, did you say?

A compassionate and generous man, Mr. Arbery will long be remembered for his love of family and community, stated the resolution, which was read and adopted in the Georgia House last week.

Inscribing lies into the public record. He was compassionate and generous like Trayvon Martin was cherubic and naïve and innocent, like Michael Brown was gentle, like O.J. was “looking for the real killer.”

The resolution further encourages residents to run 2.23 miles annually in advocating for racial equality.

Jogging for justice! Running for a racial reckoning!

Be sure to wear those work boots and knock off a liquor store when you’re done.

On February 23, 2020, Arbery was chased, cornered and killed by three white men while jogging through the Satilla Shores neighborhood. The men believed he had burglarized a vacant and under-construction home in the neighborhood despite having no evidence to substantiate such claims.

Only their own two eyes. Not nearly enough anymore to stop a racial railroading of White men,

The resolution comes a year after Georgia revised its citizen’s arrest law. Under the updated bill, owners of Georgia businesses including retail stores and restaurants can still detain shoplifters and other thieves on their premises, as long as they hand those persons over to police officers within a reasonable time.

This, of course, is a crock, is just so much legal voodoo and jurisprudential balderdash. We all know if the assailant is Black and the ones doing the citizen’s arrests are White, the actual circumstances involved will be irrelevant. Irrespective of everything else, the White guys will fry. And that’s the point of course. This is their New Georgia. Their New Murica. They want the White man to increasingly “get the message.” And, honestly, I want you to get it too, good and hard. If a Black is macking on your girlfriend, if he is robbing the liquor store, if he’s ransacking the construction site, well, certainly don’t do anything, don’t get involved, just keep your head down and move right along.

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When Governor Kemp came into office all the leftist media said he was going to be a tiger for the “racists.” Why, he had supposedly suppressed some Negro voters somewhere. Of course, one look at his face and you could tell he would be nothing of the kind, he’d be just another is a long and depressing continuum of stooge conservatives, and of course in the event, he was found to be far from a “racist” tiger — no, he is an anti-White lamb, leading us all to the slaughter.

In June 2020, Gov. Brian Kemp signed landmark hate-crimes legislation aimed at protecting Georgians from acts of violence or property damage perpetrated because of the victim’s race, sex or gender.

That’s right, Arbery and then Floyd — and then this disgusting lackey signs “hate crime” legislation into law.

So now there’s a state “hate crime” law in Georgia. There’s long been one on the federal books; it had something to do with Rodney King or Matthew Shepard, I forget, two more of those scum they kitted out and dressed up as sweet holy martyrs. They seem to do that a lot, don’t they?

Three White men who chased and killed Ahmaud Arbery on a residential street acted out of pent-up racial anger and should be convicted of hate crimes, a federal prosecutor told a jury on Monday.

And, as sure as Jews always take, the three were convicted of those federal hate crimes on February 22, 2022. Right in time for that brand new day, February 23, for that worthless criminal.

And what has the Federal Government to do with Georgia, or Georgia with the Federal Government, is a mystery. Oh, right — that Civil War and those “civil rights” amendments they pretended to pass with a gun to everybody’s back.

Thanks, Lincoln!

May February 23 always be a day that will live in perfidy.

And now of course, a baboon is set to take on Kemp (or maybe take on that other weak-willed excuse for a White man, Perdue).

No matter who wins, whatever transpires in their phony “elections,” Whites will get the shaft — if not a life sentence in the hole.

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With the Kyle Rittenhouse case it was a case of all’s well that ends well. But never forget it was only a trick of fate that made it so. They had a jail cell waiting for him, too. To rot in for the rest of his tortured life. They had a new wave of torrents of propaganda to bury him as well. Rittenhouse got plumb lucky that he had a no-nonsense and sane judge committed to the law, and who seemed sympathetic to him. That was just a trick of fate, dumb luck, a very unlikely event in the prison-nation the anti-Whites have made for us. And once the judge shut down the prosecution, you saw all of those March Violets and Sunshine Patriots sneak out from under the rocks where they had been hiding. They saw that the weather was somewhat clear, so they jumped on the Kyle Bandwagon. Had it been a leftist judge who gave the prosecutors full scope, all those people would have tut-tutted about Rittenhouse or kept their mouths shut profiles low.

But the McMichaels had no such fortune. They are now among the scapegoats, outcasts, lepers, pariahs, and sinners that the Moloch of “anti-racism” requires to be tossed into the pit from time to time, to ascend the black steps and have their hearts ripped out still beating in the sight of the midday sun.

And as for the Peach State, time to burn it down again; its former greatness gone with the wind.

Yes, once it was indeed great. But for most of our fellow citizens to remember that, you’ll have to jog their memory.

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