Uncle

Beto’s house

I recently complained that in Europe I saw a huge number of non-white people in a West whose new faith seems to be the extinction of the white man. These days I left the town where I live, where the only white person is my dentist, to look for a room in the big capital, where there are still some white people. The hotel where I was staying is near Magdalena Street in Mexico City, where my loved ones used to live. Now that area is a disaster due to the uncontrolled reproduction of Neanderthals.

The greatest outrage to the beautiful street of my memories is that where Magdalena #115, my Uncle Beto’s house, once stood, there is now a car park guarded by nacos.[1] The house was demolished long ago. I mention Uncle Beto in my trilogy, sharing several anecdotes that portray him as the only relative who, as a young man, was a fan of National Socialist Germany. His house was beautiful: the only one where, decades ago, I saw a copy of Mein Kampf in his library. Seeing a hole in place of such a lovely house now ruled by nacos in a hideous, enormous car park that even extends to the other street on the same block, kills a part of my soul in the sense that my past with my loved ones (now almost all deceased or moved away) is part of my soul.

The Mexican capital has deteriorated far more than the European cities I recently visited, as the population growth of the nacos has been exponential. My once beloved Magdalena Street is just one example of what is gradually happening throughout the West.

I suffered greatly trying to find a mini-flat in a privileged area. What a difference with a movie I saw a long time ago, The Day the Earth Stood Still! If instead of nacos, blacks and gooks there were only whites, as in that 1951 film, it would be possible to find room and board in a house as decent as the one that the alien Mr Carpenter, whose image appears at the beginning of this post, saw when he was looking for shelter:

But in the same film, which I recently rewatched on YouTube, we see the cause of that demographic catastrophe that has already destroyed the best neighbourhoods of the Mexican capital, and is destroying Europe. In one scene, looking at the great statue of the Lincoln Memorial in Washington, D.C., Mr Carpenter tells the boy that Lincoln ‘must have been a great man’.

Therein lie the Christian roots, as talking about Lincoln Dr Robert Morgan has so often pointed out in the comments section of The Unz Review, of the current replacement of whites by coloureds. If Christian ethics hadn’t taken hold of the soul of the white man, or if Hitler had won the war as my uncle Beto wanted, perhaps his decent house would still exist instead of the Dantesque hell I encountered yesterday while walking through Magdalena Street.

By the way, I will be absent from blogging again during the days when I move, once more, to the capital.
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[1] In Mexico a naco is a person vulgar or uneducated, regardless of economic status, although it is often used as a racial slur.