James Laffrey #racist whiteswillwinparty.org

In the late 1960s, my parents bravely moved our family from the Detroit metropolitan area to a rural place in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. My dad was the prime mover. He wanted to escape the employment situation he was in, which was frustrating and angering him into ill health. Also, there was probably an element of White Flight involved, too.

We moved into a somewhat rundown motel, restaurant, and gas station combination business that my parents decided to buy. It was seven miles from the nearest little town, Gould City, and thirteen miles from the school we had to bus to, in the little town of Engadine.

We — parents and children — fixed up the place and greatly improved the business. We entirely depended on tourism. In those days, the highway U.S. 2 was all two-lane as it ran, and still runs, westward from the great Mackinac Bridge. In summer, that road was bumper-to-bumper traffic nearly every day with tourists mostly from the Detroit area and other population centers in southern Michigan. Gasoline was cheap, so people drove far and wide — especially families on vacation. Yes, in those days, usually the father had a job that paid a living wage supporting the whole family — including the buying of a house, owning one or two cars, and taking a one-week or two-week vacation every year. What happened to that? Jews happened to that.

So, tourism into and through the Upper Peninsula of Michigan died. Again, that was 1973. Look it up. Long lines at gas stations. Long lines at gas stations that had signs up saying “Out Of Gas!” There was some recovery in the middle 1970s. But not enough. And the supplier of gasoline to our little gas station was a Shell jobber out of Manistique, Michigan, 25 miles from us. That scum, whether jew or not, charged us more for the gas he delivered to us than he charged for gas he sold at retail in Manistique! Yes, the supposed wholesale price to us was higher than the retail price on his gas pumps 25 miles away. We were robbed. Nothing we isolated Whites in a rural place could do about it. Actually, we should have killed the fucker. Wisely, covertly, and easily — with a rifle in that rural setting with no witnesses (not near our own business, of course) — we should have killed that killer of our family business.

You see, I don’t have the short attention span that most dumbed-down Whites have. I remember. I spend time thinking about the important events of the past. I connect them to what I have learned, to what is going on, and then I write about some of the gained knowledge and wisdom for the benefit of my website readers. This I have done for several years.

This one episode in history is reason enough for me, personally, to kill jews. But neither I, nor you, need any personal reasons. Yes, we have them, and they are many. But the jews’ crimes against our entire race are monstrous, obvious, and ongoing. They are reason for all of us to kill all of the jews. And kill them we must — in order for our White race to survive and make a future not only as good as parts of the past but better. Only our White race can do that.

Here on this website, there certainly is plenty of knowledge and wisdom to wake up any White person with a functioning brain and to bring him, her, maybe you, up onto this supreme plateau of pro-White anti-jew awareness. At this point, we have the necessary knowledge. Knowledge brings duty. It’s automatic among us true Whites. And wisdom helps us do our duty. As always, I say that for now we do our duty covertly, efficiently, as safely as possibly, telling no one. Upon our White Victory, we silent heroes will enjoy the glory, not until.

Also, I have weighed solution ideas. There is only one that each and every one of us can do that is absolutely 100 percent effective.

Once in a while, in the right situation, when some numbskull Christian tells me “thank God” for his or her illness going away, or getting a new wage-slave job, or whatever, I respond:

“Now I know why God doesn’t stop the wars and murders and car accidents. You keep him too busy with all your little issues!”

Here’s a good line by me that I have carried with me for decades: I would be a better god than God! And so would you.

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I recently met a White man whose close relative was/is actively anti-White but foolishly so. This meeting occurred completely by chance. In a coffeeshop at, for me, was a strange time for me to drop in there. He spoke to me first, offering a completely casual statement as he sat down in my vicinity. After a few minutes, I offered a fact and a question — related to the recent anniversary of 9/11. And he replied with a good answer! We went on to speak rather openly about the enemy jews.

At my invitation, we met again. It was a very satisfying event, thanks to speaking almost totally openly about race, jews, and the solution.

And then he sent a text message to me saying he had seen my website and it was too much for him. No communication has been initiated by him since then, as far I can possibly know. He has declined my invitations, and I have given up. Of course, I am not identifying him with any specificity because he deserves his anonymity because he is a fellow White person and he still has the capacity to learn his way up to this level.

Confused?

So were we! You can find all of this, and more, on Fundies Say the Darndest Things!

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