INSIDE THE MORGUE...
HOLLYWOOD'S LIMP BODY WAITS FOR IDENTIFICATION...
Burial Arrangements Are Pending
Today, Hollywood has what it always wanted, and what is always wanted therest of us to be. Hollywood's streets are devoid of European Americans andthe hustle and bustle of the middle class. Instead it is filled to the lowtide brim with Hispanics, African Americans, homosexuals, drug dealers,and pimps.
Finally, liberalism's Hollywood niceties are all there, big and bold, butthe fancy directors and high priced actors, the grip boys and best boys,the liberal writers telling us to open our arms to the wonders of culturaldiversity, all the magic, crazy regalia of the movies and the razzle dazzlestar system have picked up and fled, moving wrinkled faces and fancy cladlegs as far away from the utopia they presented for us as icons to emulateon their big silver screens, those icons of liberal integration, includingthe total acceptance of negroes and Mexicans and every other misunderstood,outcast group, as well as the forgotten cast-asides, the druggies the likesof Frank Sinatra playing that washed up guy who tooted the trombone in "TheMan with the Golden Arm," all these wonderful, enrichening things havecome home to roost in Hollywood itself, where the fantasy first arose insomeone's heroine crazed mind, frying away those big brats of Tinsel Townin a seething cauldron of human sewage which only the movies themselvescould predict, much less portray, in the true, unelegant decadence whichtoday makes those Hollywood "bad boys" seem like little, highschool prima donnas, as innocent as virgin girls the week before prom, nicingup their hair, selecting their corsage, and dreaming of their big, sexlessprom night, holding themselves for the marriage bed as did their parents,grandparents, and ancestors as far back as they could remember, until Hollywoodtold them it wasn't necessary, that the family, and culture, and racialseparation didn't matter, that it could be done differently, so differentlythat the country and Hollywood itself is suddenly scared, running in fullretreat, having lost its communities and homes to those wonderful immigrantsfrom the South we were supposed to love but don't, big black buck Negroeswith long prison records, not those sweet young black things portrayed bySidney Portier in "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner," but more likethe monsters in Helter Skelter, people who fondle your daughter before takingher to the bridge, slicing her throat, and tossing her like limp mackereloff into the Mighty Miss. It's not that nice innocent prom night, anymore.We've bought the farm this time, and the fields are untilled, filled withshards of broken glass ball cutters, and worms carrying 9mm Ooooooozziesthat go "chop, chop, chop" blowing the little girl's titties intobusted balloons of gushing red claret on the street corner down by the drugshed.
Hollywood is Godzilla territory, and its valley of wonders, America itself,is a battlefield, her cities torn apart by social bombs Hollywood placedthere to go off, pods from the pod people whom Hollywood and their liberalfriends left behind our homes late one night so that when we awakened ourneighborhoods were all black and Hispanic or some other immigrant type likethat slimey Arab from Iran who sells us bad cars that go down a few milesfrom their used car lots singing, "We are not responsible no matterwhat happens to us," meaning that we, the original Americans who havebeen badly used by Hollywood and our new, unwanted guests have been screwed,that our culture is nearly ruined, that Humpty Dumpty has tumbled off thewall, and that our virginity as a nation, once sacrosanct is now nothingbut busted cherries all around and that it's going to stay this way andnever be right again.
Hollywood is an alley hole. Drug crazed Mexicans, homosexuals, street kids,and African Americans with nowhere to go wait for the next Reginald Dennyto stomp into the ground, the perennial nice white guy who loves folks somuch that he's unreal, loves them to stomp the shit out of his head so youcan see his oozing brains coming out his eyes, hear the tar heels paralyzehis lips and voice, so that he can only say, "I luvf's yuf guys,"with a slurry speech that comes from the no brainer, the leftovers of Hollywood,the guy with no direction, the fucked country with nowhere to go but up,out of the sewer, high into your idiot face, telling you it's okay to bebeaten to death and left as cod bait for the dancing sharks.
So here is where we are, chock full of losers, up to our gills with Hollywood'sempty promise, without any hope unless we really do get out our guns andturn back the clock of misspent history, sending the unwanted immigrantspacking to Mexico City, Sri Lanka, Ben Huang, and Tehran, booting the criminallow life African Americans back to their nigger shacks in the Old Southwhere they belong and where real people who understand black criminal culturesand how to deal with them rightly if left alone, and the old cop cultureof the 1940's unfettered by those pissy-assed butt-kissing liberals whoknow when and how to billy club the best con artists, drug dealers, andjive-hips in Harlem, letting them know that little white girls aren't herein this European world to be fondled by niggers high on drugs and hell benton murders in the park, on filling with wet tears the eyes of Anglo Motherswho dreamed that their murdered little girl wasn't born to be raped andknifed like so much red meat by jerks who have no business being alive,much less granted something called civil rights, because nothing civil canbe attributed to them and their families ever, either now or in the future.
Hollywood and Vine is a hell hole, the precursor of America itself, muchof which has been wrested from under us, taken as booty in the great gameof liberal persuasion, our peoples separated from their inheritance by loserswhose rights to exist are no longer valid, because their actions are apparentdanger to our culture and ways.
It's over. We are aroused, and we have pretty much decided we are goingto get you back for what you've done for us, and this time Hollywood isgoing to be filming movies showing us how to kill you back to Mexico andMississippi where you belong.
It's over. We've seen what you do.
It's payback time, right now.
Come and get it, baby.