My father fought for this country in WWII. His sacrifice apparently meant little.

Mexicans are in the process of shoving this flagshaft up the ass of every American.

I visited Fresno, Fornicalia this past weekend. Downtown Fresno looks like, absent its buildings, nothing more than downtown Tijuana. Except for the intersection of Blackstone and West Nees Avenue, Fresno consists of Mexicans.

Apparently (obviously) Mexicans don’t buy the bulk of their books from the Barnes & Noble at that intersection. The store contains of the greatest locus of pale-skinned Euros in the entire city.

I saw one black guy drive through the intersection of Shaw and Blackstone but he disappeared in his Ford Focus.

Other than he and me and a few at B&N, that’s the greatest diversity I observed.

Iwo Fornicalia inserted up the rectum of those willing to receive same? Might that consist of guilty white Euros?

Not me. My proctologist has a sufficiently difficult time encompassing that path.