I'm so far beyond hatred that it's not hot rage I feel, but cold determination. I yearn to terminate so many . . . in my dreams. One would like to think, were we normal people with normal reactions, that this whole insane edifice would come crashing down. Yet on it goes.

Remember, you CAN do things - small things, but they add up nonetheless - to resist BRA. Patronize only White businesses. Hire only White men. Do not give to any charitable organizations. Go out of your way to let a White car get in front of you in traffic, or a White individual go before you in line. Do not provide these courtesies for any non-White individuals. Go out of your way to praise White mothers with young children, while reminding them they're an endangered species. Make a point of thanking any White man you see working in public. Essentially, reserve your White, American behavior for other White Americans, but extend nothing more than perfunctory courtesy and a steely glare to everyone else.

Believe me, they'll notice. If looks could kill, I'd have racked up quite a score by now. While I smile at/speak with White children while I'm out and about, I glare at all the others. Kids can tell when they're disliked - they pick up on it quite quickly. All the mincing little Asians, the jabbering Mexicans, the dusky Muslims, the wild niglets . . . just freeze them out. It's surprisingly effective in a public place. I can feel I've had an impact without saying a word, which is the only thing that makes dealing with the cesspool of diversity bearable.