My ex-neighbor had dropped by to visit his previous house,
which he had been renting, so I used the opportunity to stop by and talk to
him.
An alpha male, who had moved to Chandler, and was married to
a woman, with whom he now had a kid – a little girl he seemed to be meticulous
about teaching manners and social graces.
The house he was renting had seen one group after another of
“room mates” move in and leave after only an average of 4 months (when which
time they were unable to pay).
So after a couple of years of this unprofitable,
nerve-wracking and wasteful endeavor, he told me he had decided to “sell” the
house.
“Really, what are you asking for it?” I asked.
He quoted a top
market price, and I wished him luck.
It was two days later when I saw him drop my again?
“How’s the house sale going?”
“Good” he said “in fact, I am concluding the sale today.”
I automatically asked him how much he ended up getting for
it.
He hemmed and hawed…and hesitated, then finally quoted me a
price which was 30-40 thousand dollars LESS than what he had been asking for.
(‘cheap turds,’ I thought).
Then I realized my ex-neighbor must have been in some sort
of financial difficulty to have sold his house so cheaply.
He seemed to be waiting and loitering around the empty house
waiting for either a phone call, or for somebody to arrive.
He got the phone call, and took off.
“Well, I said to myself, the new neighbors should be
arriving next week”
They arrived that night! (only a few hours later)
It was 11:30 pm at night when they came.
And one couldn’t fail to notice.
Gutteral screams and shouts in a foreign language could be
heard in the middle of the night, accompanied by what sounded (and felt) like
furniture being thrown around in the house.
This aggressive ‘ruckus’ apparently failed to bring any of
the neighbors out, who where probably trying to sleep so they could wake up and go to work in 5 hours.
Were these the ‘people’ my neighbor had sold the house to?
And then, in the middle of the night, amidst all the
shouting, screaming and tossing (I swear) some woman took it upon herself to
SCREAM an apparent prayer of thanks right up to the night, apparently not giving a
damn who she woke up.
It was a very dark night, with no moon and very little
lighting, it making impossible to see what these people looked like.
It was at this time, that I came to the conclusion that our
new neighbors were Muslims and perhaps North African Muslims (since I figured
Arabs would not behave like this).
Anyway, I figured they were in a mad rush to get into the
house as soon as possible….a house they had just paid for only a few hours before.
Absent from the mad and loud festivities next door was any sort of
moving truck – they just seemed to ferry all their stuff in cars, drop it off
and then rush off (to some nearby location)…and it wasn’t much, either: some
chairs, some mattresses and blankets.
It seemed more like a Gypsy relocation than a move.
I cringed at ‘meeting these new neighbors.’
The entire Muslim ‘move-in’ had seemed more like a conquest
than a celebration of having found a new house.
The only thing missing was a flag being planted in the
ground and this land being
proclaimed as part of some Caliphate.
It was apparent to me these people were here to conquer, not
make friends or neighbors, and they were very loud and boisterous about it as any conqueror would be.
Time went by.
I noticed none of them seemed to work.
I sure did notice their cars, though – beautiful brand new ones: an
SUV and a sports car, both with the dealership license plates.
Peripheral investigation led me to the conclusion that these
people had moved in from the Section-8 Buildings right beside our townhouse
complex – a place so cram-packed with Muslims, they began turning away homeless
Americans and even kicking Americans out last year.
These Muslims had obviously had enough of the
Section-8 living and they figured they were moving up in world.
After about a month, I was actually thankful to see one car
leaving very early every morning apparently driving to
work.
(and speaking of Muslims working, I still uncomfortably remember
a young Black Somalian Muslim smiling and telling me he had a job…loading
suitcases on planes at the airport – a job “given” to him by our
government!).
Catching glimpse of an orange vest on the male Muslim neighbor that
goes to work early every morning I thought, its either construction or the air
port...I figure the airport.
Being the snoopy bastard that I am, I tried spying on the
Muslims in my own discreet fashion.
What I started seeing was a little disconcerting.
I started seeing White people at the Muslim house.
Some were helping with the cleaning, others were talking to
them in American English.
Some seemed like bureaucrats who just dropped by
periodically to do a safety check and see how things were going.
I saw white kids, a black and even a red head girld doing
some sweeping for them.
In fact the whole thing started to look like some set up by
Al-shabaab, a Muslim terrorist organization famous for taking on recruits from
all races (uncomfortable images of a red-headed woman carrying out murders in
the Nairobi Mall massacre).
The one weekend I saw a group of young men standing around
my drive way, like they owned the place…grabbing my car antenna…grabbing leaves
off my lemon tree…picking at my car paint.
I went out to see what was up.
To my surprise, they answered me in perfect American
English.
These were not Muslims, but part of the ‘care bear’ brigade
that was in charge of welcoming the new neighbors and making them comfortable.
Anyway, I immediately did not like them.
They behaved with too much license (more even than the
Muslims).
I interrogated them somewhat, and they were rather close
lipped (as if they were part of a secret operation or something).
Immediately getting on my nerves was a pencil-nicked Jewish
looking geek who seemed to be ‘in charge’ of everything and treating my
driveway, my car and and lemon tree as his personal property.
And the welcome visits to the Muslims by these Americans
continued for the entire next two months.
They seemed to be from an organization branch of some other
organization…that was connected to the United Nations.
Strange…I don’t remember any law putting the United Nations
in charge of our immigration policy.
But why not, what is the US Government any more except some
gofer institution at the service of the United Nations?
In fact, you know what?
The Muslims (of which only one works) don’t seem to ever
have had the money to buy the $220,000 townhouse they presently occupy in the first place. So who did?
In fact, they seem to have been GIVEN this townhouse by the
United Nations (which paid my ex-neighbor for it at liquidation prices)…calling
the Muslims to move the minute the sale was concluded.
So the Muslims didn’t pay for the house.
Yet they also (all of them) seem to be living rather better
than the common man, who drives a lemon and works for his rent.
New cars, designer sneakers, expensive cologne, all seem to
be part of the package they seem to be guaranteed the minute they enter the
United States, and let’s not forget expensive entertainment systems I can hear
blaring form within their house all day.
The red-carpet treatment given to these Muslims by the UN
reminds me of the UNCEASING calls by ‘investors’ looking to buy up my house ‘as
is’ (and I am sure they are calling all my neighbors too)…to do what with it,
exactly? – move in more Muslims?
A house across the street form me just put up a For Sale
sign.
I called the real estate agent whose number was on the sign.
As it turned out, the number was from New York (from which
the whole operation was apparently being run) and they told me that they had
already received an ‘offer’ and that the house was already ‘in transaction’ but
that they would list my name as an interested party, but essentially, a buyer
had already reserved the house (they day it went up for sale?).
Am I looking at a second group of Muslims moving in across
from me as well?
And you know, the place where I live is a university town
and lately, I have never seem so many Muslim male students populating the strip
– pizza parlors, restaurants, stores – not to mention the university itself.
Are they in the middle of turning Tempe, AZ into a Muslim
brigehead?
I remember a public housing secretary quipping to me that
Tempe had been earmarked as a center for refugees and immigration (ergo the
Section-8 crisis for Americans).
Are all these investors calling people up in the middle of
the nigh offering to buy their homes really the United Nations looking to
snatch up more houses for the Muslims?
The ‘wealth’ of these new Muslims refugees is a bit
puzzling…considering the average American lives like shit…and a lot of them as
homeless shit...especially when the local section-8 refuses to let them rent.
So what I see happening now is our neighboring Section-8
apartment complex being used as a bridgehead to inject Muslims into our townhouse
complex (what good use of government property!) while Americans wonder the
streets homeless.
It has been some time since that neighboring section-8
apartment complex has been an unpleasant Muslim stronghold. I remember daring
to cut across their parking lot while walking my dog, only to have some
6-year-old kid repeatedly scream at me that “dogs are not allowed here!” while
following me…and , apparently working up such a ruckus that his older sister or
aunt came out to hold his hand while looking at me accusingly and keep looking
at me even after I had left the parking lot and entered my complex. (I could
only think, “don’t you people ever try to be likeable?)
It was the first time I had encountered the Muslim “stare
down.”
But enough unpleasantries.
One day I noticed two females ringing my back yard door gate
bell.
I went out very curious, and saw that it was a young teenage
girl (dressed normally) and what seemed like her Mom in a traditional Hijab
covering.
“Hand over the package” the girl demanded.
Now this girl I had seen before lifting her nose at our
presence, avoiding us at all costs and giving us stares.
Now she was here demanding her package.
Then it occurred to me that I had received a mis-named
packaged (containing a laptop cord) which had MY address, but a totally alien
name, which I had opened out of curiosity.
I told the girl that the package had my address and if she
was the name on the package (to which she did not answer), then I pointed to
the number on her house and to the different number on my house and told her to
make sure she got the addresses right next time.
I went inside and retrieved the package, which I gave to the
girl with the uplifted and demanding nose, who then turned around and left
without a word.
“thank you” murmured her traditionally-dressed Mom in broken
English (who at least had a modicum of civility).
I myself decided to turn in the next “mis-delivered”
directly to the Post Office.
Trump, when are you gonna get us out of the United
Nations…or at lease stop them from running our immigration policy?
But it wasn’t my only pleasant encounter with Muslim
manners.
One day, had gotten up too early, and having lots of time
before work, I decided to sweep up the covered driveway.
I hear the neighbor’s back door open and a guy come out
reasonably well dressed (and cologned) for work proceeds to walk toward his
car. The situation is a little awkward, so I give him a friendly “good
morning.” The guy stops in his tracks and gives me a stare down, like I had just
challenged him to a knife fight. Talk about a STARE DOWN. He doesn’t say a
word, but proceeds to glare at me down his nose. I go back to sweeping,
thinking, so this is were the teenage girl learned to raise her nose at us.
I got a little angry, but later reasoned out this is how one
treats a surrendered, population of poop people, whose elected representatives
have open the gates wide to an ignorant population of filthy immigrants, supply
them with welfare, and whose police are instructed to turn the other cheek when
these ‘immigrants’ commit heinous crimes (hear about the police dismantling the
Muslim death training camp in New Mexico –where they were training kids how to
kill other kids at school and in which the corpse of a child was discovered?
They let these North African Black Muslims go!).
And yes, I was the poop person, and I understood the attitude.
You think these people don’t see what’s going on?
You think, they aren’t amazed at how the red carpet is
rolled out for them by the strangely cowed Western World?
You think they don’t notice this “miracle”?
Of course they do!
And they give all thanks to Allah for it.
Like the Muslim lady screaming thanks to the heavens in the
middle of the night.
Don’t ever think they are going to give America any thanks!
The only thanks we will get are the thanks the Mayflower
Pilgrims gave to God for ‘influencing the mind of the savages’ so that they
began helping them during the winter where the Pligrims began STARVING TO
DEATH.
Get it?
No thanks to the good hearted Indians, only thanks to ‘the
lord’ for having influenced their evil savage hearts.
Same with the Spanish Conquistadors, towards which the
Native American attitude was one of friendship and kindness and who helped the
exposed, starving conquistadors plenty of times with food and water to keep
them from DYING (due to the influence of the good Lord, no doubt).
How did the Conquistadors pay back the Native Americans?
You guessed: death, torture and slavery.
(by the way, slavery is still legal under Islam).
Well, if you think these new Islamic immigrants (drawn from
the most ignorant and fanatical population the world has to offer) are thankful
to anyone but Allah for their good fortune, you are sadly mistaken!
They are thanking Allah and laughing at our Allah-influence
weak minds. In fact the word I hear most spoken in the Muslim household (said over and over again) is 'Allah,' Allah this, Allah that, what sounds like 'Allahlallahallah.' (talk about taking the name of God in vain(.
It’s all a miracle brought about by Allah’s favor to
themselves (his people).
We are simply the heathen Western masses destined to be
downtrodden by the Muslims (and they know it).
Meanwhile, I am noticing some Muslim customs.
They tend to go out mostly at night, when there is less of a
chance of them being seen in public (I still have recent memories of a Muslim
‘father’ taking his family for a meal at the local Subway) The ‘father’ was a
young punk dressed like a gang banger, while wife paraded around completely
enclosed by a Hijab.
Real trendy.
And you have to admit, these Muslims have great tolerance
for heat.
One always sees them in the middle of Summer (remember this is
Arizona) dressed in Winter clothing that belongs in a snow storm as they wait
for buses or fuel up their cars (which they barely know how to drive).
And I can see the benefit of housing Muslims.
The Section-8 apartments next door lost their air
conditioning during the Summer, and it was 114 degrees Fahrenheit…and it
remained broken for more than a month.
If it was Americans, we would have been out in the streets
protesting (perhaps even rioting). The Muslims took it all in stride.
Not one peep.
The entire section-8 remained as quiet as a mouse.
Nobody protested, nobody complained…a few windows were left
open to let in the air, but that was it.
What a nice, cooperative bunch of tenants! They are used to
liviing in a desert without any air conditioning.
I bet the landlord was sure pleased!
They are also very quiet, especially when they are
proceeding to infest…er occupy… the local section-8 apartment complex. Not a
peep!
Yeah, these neighbors we have do suddenly go into
spontaneous bouts of screaming and shouting (the spontaneous alarm in our house
is “the Muslims are screaming! the Muslims are screaming!) but they for the
most part, exist very quietly (apart from the night one night they
barged…er…moved in).
Nice, new gleaming cars, containing other well dressed
Muslims occasionally stop by and honk their horns, shortly which the Muslim teenage girl comes running out to get in.
But other than that…quiet.
And speaking of the devil, this town of Tempe is slowly
starting to become crawling with Muslims.
I was visiting a neighbor, when her daughter suddenly came
out with a nice looking Black Somalian, who said “helloo there” in the most
alluring gay sounding voice I ever heard from a male. I asked him his name
“Mmmoohammed” came back the answer.
‘How does your father feel about raising a fruit cake?’ and
‘don’t you think you should change your name?’ I was temped to ask…but didn’t).
So there you have it.
When you look for sinfulness and rottenness amongst these
Muslims, you don’t have to dig very deep - Chile molesters, child fuckers,
corrupt minors, prostitution, wife beaters, (secret) homosexuals, murderers ,
drug users…(ever hear of the dancing boys of Afghanistan?) take your pick.
Their holiness is not in their acts, but in their lifestyle,
just like sinful Christians of all sorts get off on their holiness because they
were ‘born again and accepted the Christ as their personal savior’ (has anyone ever calculated how many assholes are going to be in heaven if this is the law of God?)
Vivid memories of a giant Black Muslim slapping his fist
into his palm loudly and repeatedly at the exit of my local Walgreens while his
wife shambled around in her Hijab looking for something she forgot to buy (but
there was no doubt what this guy was thinking about).
Perhaps I’ll write a future piece on this ‘rise of Islam’ we
are witnessing, but meanwhile,
like many Americans…I am getting to experience this change…in person.
And its happening very quickly.
