You, know, Baltimore is way ahead of New York and Chicago on murders right now. I like the idea of a few white guys staying in that savage shithole. Maybe becoming a minority is the only thing that’s going to save white people from themselves—that we will have to be men again as the lie crumbles around us. When I got back up here everybody thought I was crazy for going to Baltimore with all that going on. The brothers, are like, “You got to be kidding me, Yo, mixing it up with those raw-ass niցցers down there.”

But I was like, “Hey, I wasn’t going to bitch out and not go see my friend because a couple of you savages were fucking up cops. I hate the cops too."

I feel lucky to have been there. For one thing the weather was nice. There was this menace in the air—an empty town where everyone is waiting for the zombies to attack. It was nice—something real instead of the media lies, even if it was scary.

And there was those fucking musclehead goons in the black tactical uniforms without the fucked up Baltimore accent, who the hell were those guys? We’ll never know. They might have been whacking dudes in Nigeria last month. The experience of facing off with those four huge military guys was pretty cool—like getting to see the tiger at the zoo when you’re a kid.

For another there were no cops? I’m always on pins and needles up here that the cops are going to bust me for being the only white guy around. But when we were out down there it was great—no pigs to punish us for fighting back if the savages came. We actually had white people out walking the streets, not afraid—because you know what we are afraid of is getting locked up for defending ourselves. When these savages come for us—like that guy in your old hood that just got stomped—they will be trying to put us away, swinging for the fences. But if we even hurt one of them defending our self we’ll have the entire machine come down on us.

What you need to write is a little book about how to defend yourself from these savages without hurting them—like Don’t Get Boned, but shorter, and more about surviving The Boned Zone, than avoiding it, which is your normal thing. I’m a BJJ guy, but don’t want to be on the ground with one dude getting my head kicked in by another. What are the tactical answers that don’t require learning another entire combat art?

I just got a pass—a shield—from a cop, which is a big thing, and might mean the difference between getting arrested or not—I'll explain to you how it works when we get together—but only in this cop's jurisdiction. The savages are so good at gaming the system now, that they’re more dangerous as a legal threat than a physical one, so I'm more worried about them than the cops because it's a more comprehensive threat.

You know, everywhere I go—and I get around—where I meet white people and they find out I travel to Baltimore on business, they express the same sentiment, that any indigenous white person who still lives there is either a criminal or a drug addicted low life, that committed that heinous American crime of having roots, and that deserves what they get from the blacks—like being the last white guy in Detroit, means you have to be an asshole like Eminem. White people are so conditioned to buy their way out of a bad area and run that anyone who stands and resist is considered a pariah. Well, with this shit economy more and more or us whites are going to have to stay behind and resist. You’ve been doing it for decades—and you need to put the answers out there—the tactical masculine answers.

All these cities I travel to: Baltimore, Camden, Philly, New York, Detroit and Chicago, they all have the same crime problem: blacks and cops just jacking up whoever they can whenever they can, and generally in restricted areas. The entire numbers game is really just bullshit. Who cares how many crimes for a hundred thousand. If I took the areas where repeat violence occurs in any of these cities, from a half million to fifteen million, and just put them down somewhere as a city—just those black cop-infested neighborhoods—it would look the same.

So, when I’m in one of these cities, where the cops are out hunting black guys and me, and the black guys are out hunting each other and me, what is my best course? Forget about fixing this shit, how do I survive this shit. I liked your coverage of the purge, but it was mostly context. I want to read more about how you deal with that blood thirsty savage, and that power hungry cop, when they are in your face. I spent my life being attacked by blacks when I was a kid—everyday, none-stop, ten to one, for years. Now I have cops fucking with me regularly. It’s as if the savages put a taboo mark on me and said ‘we’re not hunting him anymore,’ and the cops see that and they’re on me like reserved game at a hunting preserve.

On top of that, with the fact that sixty kids just got a pass for fucking up a bunch of cops and putting twenty of them in the hospital, you know we’re next. You, me—every white man who lives in a majority black urban area—is going to be attacked in the near future. I’ll buy you beer in perpetuity for writing a manual on surviving that.

I want to know, what do I do when the cops rip the door open and drag me from the car because of the way my hat is cocked, and, most importantly, how to deal with the savages when they come over the wall?