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Wednesday, 23 August
Two Caucasians On Their Way To A Dance

Tomorrow is going to rock. And I'm working tomorrow! So why is it going to rock?

Because I'm leaving at noon. And Friday is going to rock even harder! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Because I won't be going at all. Yes, I am living the dream, the dream that every worker has: not going to work. (Hey, I like my job fine. I just happen to like it better when I'm not doing it.)

The wife and I are taking a couple days to get out of our fetid, stinking apartment and are treating ourselves to a couple days on Whidbey Island. We had originally thought about spending some quality time in Spokane, but we want to get away from the whole fetid and stinking thing. But we really were sold on Whidbey Island once we remembered that the place has some lovely wineries, and is just kind of beautiful, and is also where Robert Mathews, former head of white supremacy group The Order, was slaughtered in a shootout with the FBI. That's history, people!

And really. Is there anything more relaxing than lounging in bucolic surroundings and reading such truisms like, "The Jew is like a destroying virus that attacks our racial body to destroy our Aryan culture and purity of our race. Those of our Race who resist these attacks are called 'chosen and faithful' " while enjoying a nice syrah? I don't think there is. There really isn't anything like a nice wine that isn't too oaky while retaining notes of grapefruit and sandalwood, but still maintains highlights of racial purity. And it finishes really well.

Which is sort of why we're also digging up the corpse of Sterling Hayden and taking him with us. I'm thinking of this whole weekend as Operation Dropkick. Look, I don't want to sound like an asshole, but I can no longer sit back and allow communist infiltration, communist indoctrination, communist subversion, and the international communist conspiracy to sap and impurify all of our precious bodily fluids. I just want to relax! Which is why Whidbey Island is so perfect, because everyone there is white. Just us, white people, and the corpse of Sterling Hayden. What could be finer?

Hey, don't worry, guys! I'll be back! We'll meet again.

It's not the end of the world.

Roam | Skot | 23 Aug, 2006 |

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Careful there Skot. Leave too many white people on a small island for too long and the webbed fingers, cleft pallets and harelips start showing up. Believe me, I know what Iím talking about. Iím Irish.

Comment number: 007935   Posted by: Lung the Younger on August 24, 2006 01:18 AM from IP:

Your holiday sounds like 'Sideways' if it had been directed by Mel Gibson. WHICH IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN. I mean, Sterling Hayden...Hayden Church...same difference, right?

Comment number: 007936   Posted by: Robin on August 24, 2006 02:21 AM from IP:

I recently saw a documentary that included some talk of that Mathews guy. I think he might be related to me.

Wouldn't that be a hoot?

Comment number: 007938   Posted by: i, squub on August 24, 2006 04:54 AM from IP:

I'm calling Hoamland Sekurity RIGHT NOW.

Comment number: 007939   Posted by: mike on August 24, 2006 09:24 PM from IP:

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Comment number: 007943   Posted by: Shaastra Durbatuluk on August 25, 2006 08:25 AM from IP:

Why must you constantly dig up the corpses of people whose proper name I am unfamiliar with?? This requires me to google them. DAMN YOU!

Comment number: 007948   Posted by: Amanda on August 25, 2006 03:07 PM from IP:

Well... you're still not back...



Comment number: 007962   Posted by: Nelson D. on August 27, 2006 11:47 PM from IP:

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