A year ago, after Joe was robbed at gunpoint outside his grandfather's house in Parkville, he moved to Pennsylvania. While in town for a holiday visit he asked me if I'd train him once he came back to Baltimore and got a job—which were hard to come by in the small town he was living in for a high school dropout [the only way to survive high school as a paleface in Baltimore]. I agreed. Joe recently moved back into town, taking my advice and the advice of others—including the Baltimore City Police Department, who have reported no increase in crime in East Baltimore—and relocating to a predominantly Latino area. This fall in crime in East Baltimore has been attributed to the heavy Latino immigration.
Recently Andrew, who lives in East Baltimore, asked me if I had any recent information on his area and I answered, "No, the police reports paint it as a quiet area and I don't know the Latinos—but then again the Latinos might not be reporting the crimes against them."
If they call 911 they get a black female operator, who might even be in on the crimes, diverting cops to the wrong block.
Working again, and living in Greek Town—historically one of the safest areas of Old Working Class East Baltimore—Joe was loving life. Last night, at 9:00 p.m., he was walking home from the grocery store with a bag under his arm, two blocks from his house, when three innocent, unarmed, black men walked up to him and demanded his possessions.
Joe was shocked, and blurted, "Are you kidding me?"
The man in front of him began to deploy a handgun and threatened to blow his head off as he noticed a glint of steel to the side. He was stabbed in the neck from behind and left to die. He could only think about not dying until he could say goodbye to his family, ripped his shirt off and packed it in the hole in his neck, and walked up to the hospital.
The rest is sketchy. Joe is still in intensive care [according to his aunt, who just called me, and who I will probably not speak with again]. The surgeon said that he would have died if not for stuffing the shirt in his neck.
This attack on Joe, involving three or more Dindus with multiple weapons, is now the standard crime in Baltimore City and County, is worst in Eastern Baltimore County along the same primary street where Joe was stabbed in the City and is the crime to bet on along the 8-mile stretch of Eastern Avenue beyond the City-County line.
Perhaps the crimes in the City do mirror the hunt in the County.
In any case, any paleface on foot, at night, in Baltimore will be attacked after dark—at this point it's a vampire movie, and you will never know what the body count is, because the police are not keeping count unless there is a bullet wound, stab wound or a stiff body.
Thriving in Bad Places
Due to the courts and the Jews persecuting anyone who fights back the only obvious course is random guerilla war. Spigot motors I've talked about but I got thinking what other methods could be used. Poison darts. Hmm...
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poison_dart_frog
and you can purchase poison dart frogs...
joshsfrogs.com/frogs-for-sale/all-poison-dart-frogs.html
Believe it or not there's video's on YouTube called,"How to make Poison Darts ".
The Dindus are going to fuck around and cause a turn. There's such a thing as a complete mental change where everything you believed becomes different. A complete repudiation of present attitudes and hunting them will eventually be seen as the only proper course. I feel for the Blacks who're not the ones causing the problem but not enough to feel that my people come first. If Whites are attacked it's rare that they try to stop it and help police find the perps. My people come first.