Feral Migrants Running Wild

by Douglas Mercer

AMERICA HAS BECOME A free-for-all where the aliens waltz in like they own the place, trash the country in every way possible, commit crimes, do drugs, traffic in fake documents — and all with absolutely no repercussions. In fact if they get caught nothing will happen to them, or they’ll get charged with joke offenses so they get off easy, or a judge will let them out the back door. The reason is that these aliens are a precious commodity to our misrulers; they are the shock troops and foot soldiers of the invasion, and our alien overlords make sure they are seldom if ever treated as harshly as they deserve. After all, they need an endless supply of them — and what way better than to make them the toast of the town. After all, White people aren’t going to replace themselves, are they?

A former employee is blowing the whistle on conditions and activity inside a trendy Manhattan tourist hotel now housing migrants. The former employee said the Row NYC Hotel is a free-for-all as drugs, sex, and violence engulf the hotel, which is now one of the city’s largest housing areas for migrants. He claimed to have found a ten-year-old girl drunk in her hotel room with her parents nowhere to be found. He added that it, sadly, was not a one-off incident.

They really are living it up, aren’t they? They say they are not “sending their best” — but who knows about that? These may not be the pick of the litter, but how far are they really from the Mestizo mean? If you’ve ever had the extreme misfortune to see a bunch of drunk Brown invaders hooting and hollering while listening to that abominable Ranchera music, you’ll be forgiven for suspecting not that far. And given that huge numbers of Mestizos are known pedophiles and the age of consent south of the border is somewhere around south of the tweens, don’t be surprised if that drunk girl home alone in our country ends up popping out a red-white-and-blue true-blue “American” citizen sometime soon.

“Every day, we find about ten kids alone in their hotel rooms, either drinking or doing drugs. Weapons will be in the room. But we’re not allowed to go in there. We’re not allowed to take anything from them. It’s basically a free-for-all.” The Row is located in the city’s theater district and was a popular tourist hotel. In light of the migrant crisis, the hotel is no longer open to guests and has become a dedicated migrant hotel for individuals who have completed the trek from the southern border to New York City.

They are taking over, all right. Tourists? Americans? To Hell with them. Clear them out, get them gone. This is no country for them. And those few employees who want to do something about it? They better not rock the boat, better not try to get the guns, or the drugs, or the forgeries, to say nothing of the aliens. Just shut your mouth and get used to your replacements. It is of note that those who spoke were former employees, just like they have us slated to be former Americans. That’s the plan. So that the aliens can move in and trash a formerly wonderful hotel — just like they plan for them to dance on our graves.

The workers at The Row have experienced trashed rooms, violence in the street, and multiple staff incident reports of chaotic situations. One employee said, “they don’t appreciate what they have. And they come here with the mindset of the way they live back in their home country, and they think there are no rules and no laws to be followed here.”

There are no rules for them here, apparently. There are rules for us here, the most important and most policed being don’t say anything about how there are no rules for them — don’t say anything bad about them. And given the mindset of our so-called leaders why on Earth should the aliens be grateful or appreciative? They’ve been given every reason to think that the people they have invaded have no respect for themselves, and so neither do they have respect for us. They’ve been given a party house, and a party country, and they plan to paint the country red.

Incidents involving children are also common occurrences, like the young girl found intoxicated in a hotel room. The hotel staff has little they can do to help much less to identify the children or the parents. He even shared that employees are not sure whether the children’s parents are actually their parents, because of fake documents. “We find fake passports, fake Social Security cards, all kinds of fake documents in this hotel every day.” He also said the workers there felt endangered every day while working at the Row.

They have an orgy of crime going on over there, and it looks like some orgies too.

You need to prove you’re legal? No problem, step right up, we got cards of all kinds, this one says you’ve the little old lady from Pasadena — and, granted, that lady didn’t have tattoos all over her face, but no one in authority will be squinting too hard. This one says you were born in Peoria, and this one says you hail from Des Moines, and if you got a rap sheet a mile long and have been deported seven times, no worries — it says right here you are all kosher for them now. And that Brown ten-year-old passed out on the sofa, insensible? Sure, she’s been passed around by the gang members like a cheap tamale, but she has a bona fide birth certificate that says her name is Virginia Dare.

Employees are saying this place deserves to be shut down, that they fear for their lives every day. Despite the prevalence of dangerous activity, he said there are few consequences, and if there are, oftentimes the migrants are simply reprocessed and sent to a different hotel or housing center. “If they are kicked out of the hotel, they get sent to a processing center at Port Authority where they are given a second hotel. So, say a husband decides to beat his wife up. He will get kicked out, and they will just process him into a single men’s hotel. So if you break the law, it’s not like we’re going to report it to the proper authorities. It’s ‘let’s give you a second or third hotel room, and you still stay in the city.’”

America is not only the land of opportunity and the city on a hill and the beacon to the oppressed and the downtrodden, it’s also the land of second chances. Third chances. Twentieth chances. (As long as you’re not White, that is.) You were up on a kiddie beef the first time in, no worries Enrique, come on back! You were knocking back heroin like it was no one’s business on your third tour of our country, that’s not a problem, you’re in and we’ll pay for your stay with top-flight accommodations including a mini bar, gratis. They’ll process them, and then reprocess them, and then process them again until ten people are dead and the public outrage makes then finally lock them up. But that’s just one guy — while the focus was on him they had thousands of low-grade criminals making the revolving door of the border look like a windmill in a hurricane. You think it’s your country — but, remember, whenever you say you want to “get your country back,” it means you’ve already lost it — by definition.

A memo from the New York City Office of Management reported the city will spend an estimated $4.2 billion on costs related to migrants and asylum seekers through June 30, 2023, and the end of fiscal year 2024. At the Row specifically, it is costing taxpayers around $650,000 per night to house the migrants, ringing in around $500 per night per room.

As the saying goes, a billion here and a billion there, pretty soon you’re talking real money. A million migrants here, and a million migrants there, and pretty soon you’re talking about a favela-ridden malarial swamp. And the money will keep pouring in, now that the Brown criminals have turned our country into their personal pleasure garden — there are used prophylactics strewn in the hallways, fake passports on the dresser, drugs stashed in the drawers — and no one is sure who that Mestizo tween is, but she’s seen a thing or two by now. And as they lounge in bed all day, besotted with indulgence, don’t be surprised if when room service arrives they scream — garcon! garcon! — will somebody peel us a grape?

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