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I had to teach a class for kids at a public educational facility in deepest, darkest South Dallas today. The kids (8-12 years old, all black) were sweet, but the simply would not sit down or shut up. It wasn't bad behavior; they were being good, by their standards. They were simply incapable of doing so. The kids in the Latino neighborhoods I taught in have been uniformly polite, bright, and engaged. These kids? Not even close.

And the neighborhood? Folks, south of Illinois Avenue, you aren't in Dallas, Texas any more. You're nowhere.

I feel sorry for those poor children. They have no skills — none! — that will enable them to survive as we enter the Brutal World of the Future. They will be at best permanent wards of the State, paid off with tax dollars to avoid rioting, their lives and recreation maintained with the money of productive people in exchange for peace. The alternative is race war, and may a merciful God please spare us that.

But we may get it anyway, because the Mexicans are coming. They already control most of Oak Cliff (the homosexual colony around Bishop Street and the old-money neighborhood of Kessler Park the only exceptions). Once the Hispanic population in South Dallas gains real power, there will be blood in the streets, most of it from sweet little kids like the ones in my class today.

Black people had better be careful. The Mexicans will not put up with what white people put up with. They have zero white guilt, and zero white liberals controlling their news media. If blacks become inconvenient to the powers that be in the new Republic of Aztlan, they'll find themselves facing a cold dish of chili-flavored Jim Crow at best. At worst, they'll simply be driven out — or killed — by la Raza.

Look, I'm a dad. I love kids. I don't give a damn what color they are, I want to help them. It's my job. But those kids I tried to teach today are — barring a miracle — f____d. May God help them.

As for me, I'm having a Codeine with a Weller's chaser right now.