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To: wardaddy

Demography is destiny. There won’t be 50 states in 50 years, in my opinion. Maybe not even 25 years.

They won’t be part of Mexico, most likely they will be a separate Chican-Raza-Aztlan homeland...run by the bloody drug cartels and carved up like Christmas hams.


284 posted on 09/26/2011 10:14:51 AM PDT by Travis McGee (www.EnemiesForeignAndDomestic.com)
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To: Travis McGee; wardaddy

From the comments section of today’s OC Register:

“I am looking into my crystal ball and I see California’s future. I see ocean waves breaking on the littered shore. I see beautiful bungalos adorned with steel bars. Vintage sedans lining the littered streets and occupying every available inch of parking. Children, lots of them, running around unsupervised. Graffiti on the walls, on the sidewalks, on the paint that covers the previous graffiti. Shopping carts abandoned. Massive yard sales weekly. Shaved heads, hard looks, and fear everywhere. Single family homes housing multiple families and of course the garages converted into a living quarter for the “uncle.” And let us not forget... the yappy chihuahua.

Okay, I really don’t have a crystal ball. I just stood outside and took some mental notes of the neighborhood. You democRATS are playing with fire. Mexico is an ugly place right now. Soon the cancer will be here.”

Of course the cancer is here and has been here for years. The treason lobby will accelerate the decline with their pro-amnesty candidates. I assume that their gated communities are still immune to the disaster that illegal immigration has brought to many of us.


313 posted on 09/26/2011 8:55:46 PM PDT by Pelham (Islam. The original Evil Empire)
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