The Professor

Professor Lars Hanson left Sweden with his wife and two children because of the massive influx of raping Islamic psychopaths forced into his country by the European Union and the United Nations. Now that he understands the actuality of America’s phony “melting pot” rationalization, he realizes that oppression of evolved humanity by IMF banker subsidized subhumanity is worldwide. You can’t have it at a distance anymore. You can only fight back.

Hanson cannot pass the vision part of the driver’s license exam, so he rides the bus to the university every day. He would enjoy the ride except for the behavior of the huge number of subhimans, mostly the low I.Q. Africans, living in America parasitically since the end of the Civil War. The polite term Hanson prefers to use for them is Negros, although his thirteen year old daughter tells him that the term is “cheesy” because it went out of style in the 1960’s.

When Hanson came to America, in a hotel he was awakened at three in the morning by a Negro couple in the next room yelling at each other. He noticed the prevalence of a certain word, and looked at his watch. During the next thirty seconds the couple between them used the term motherfucker nineteen times. He later researched the word and found that the use of it among black people stems from the fact that Caucasian slave owners often imposed themselves sexually on Negro slave women. The resulting children continued as slaves.

Since he started riding the bus, Hanson has heard more than one person whose use of the term at least rivaled that couple, and in one case a Negro who made their use of the term sound conservative by comparison. The poor soul found it necessary to use forms of this expression almost every other word: as a noun, pronoun, adjective, verb, and adverb.

Foul language gives notice to the world what a person is. It’s offensive, but easy to ignore if spoken quietly. Hanson is far more annoyed by those who blast others with loud music and act defiant about it, believing that they are entitled to do this because of slavery, and that any speaking up about it signals “white racism.”

Hanson can fight very well and is not at all intimidated by savages, even big ones. He knows that irredeemable enemies must be destroyed, but how? He works through several scenarios, but the presence of bus security cameras foils every one of them.

Even if he follows them off the bus, the cameras will show that it’s always that same professor who gets off at the dead person’s stop. If he can make it look like an accident, nobody will be looking at the cameras, but hunting them off the bus will have a large number of failures because of unforeseeable obstacles, and the time expenditure will be horrendous.

Finally he hits on an idea. He enlists an electronic genius friend to make a modification to his cellphone that will allow him to tap into the phones of others and store the number. 

Riding the Bus

May 12, 2027

Hanson decides to collect cellphone numbers against the day when a text invitation to a special event can be extended to a good many savages at one time. Following is the journal he keeps of all the racial encounters with some ancillary material appended. He manages to get the cell numbers in all but four cases. 

The Journal

2027

May 24

Reprimand a yelling dirty-mouth Negro man on the bus after he curses and insults the lady bus driver for no reason. I tell him to stop or I'll put him off the bus. He calls me names, but stops.

May 31

Loud Negro man just released from prison, drunk on the north bus, nearly sits in a girl's lap because he "doesn't see" her. He grabs my arm for no reason. I shake him loose, tell him not to touch me, and he stops.

June 8

Crazy Negro man in a cafeteria dinner line tries to start a problem with me, and then with a big fat guy who comes along. The fat guy adds to my warning. Finally the raging troublemaker chickens out and leaves.

June 16

Insane Negro man comes into cafeteria breakfast line loudly cursing and hugging people who don't want it. Security officers escort him out. Later the police arrest him

out front. No cell. 

June 22

Bald well-dressed Negro man with suitcase is insanely roaring insults at Caucasian passers-by. Police cars converge on area, but I'm already around the corner and don't get to see the arrest.

July 3

At the gymnasium, Negro rudely asks me for tobacco. When I don't help him with this, he calls me filthy names which I reflect right back at him. This infuriates him. Later I see him raging around shouting insults at me from across the street.

July 14

On the bus, yesterday's tobacco seeker, starts a fight with a young Negro man who seems to be winning when a big oriental guy breaks them up.

July22

At the community center, young Negro man starts clobbering piano keys in a full computer lab. Supervisor asks him to stop. He refuses and keeps on. I suggest she call the police. She says she will if he doesn't stop. He stops.

August 4

Conversation with Ron. He tells me Negro named Demetrius complains that Grant, "that damned white man" is on the computer again when he wants to use it. The situation escalates. Violent struggle ensues. Demetrius throws Grant to the ground and gives him a black eye.

August 10

Eve: Drunken Negro threatens me as I wait for the bus. He's twice my size. Finally I warn him that if he attacks me, he'll be dead in three seconds. (Good bluff. It would take six seconds). The bus comes. I tell the bus driver and she phones the police.

August 18

An insane Negro woman approaches the bus stop yelling at me and another guy not to disregard her “special dispensation as God” and her very special privileges. She speaks bitterly and viciously against "the white people." She points to the gutter and tells me I must go there. I inform her that eventually she will have to go to a concentration camp, be hung, and her body thrown into a pit of quick lime. An older man sitting nearby, seems to concur with my rhetoric. All this calms the woman down and gives her a thoughtful demeanor. Once again, saved by the bus.

August 34

Negro hitting child on bus. Old white woman speaks up to him about it. He threatens to beat her instead, then tells kid that the woman's behavior is "white supremacy".

September 3

Young Negro man with long dreadlocks comes out of the library bellowing back at whoever asked him to leave, "Faggot! All white men are faggots!". I ask him "If you are so unhappy here, why don't you go back home to Africa?" No answer. This accusation is a common theme with Negro males in America, who seem to be one of the most self-deluding groups of people on Earth.

September 12

Negro at bus stop starts calling me dirty names when I won't give him fifty cents. Threatens to have me killed. Starts throwing stones. As I get on the bus, he throws a big cup with ice and showers not just me, but bus driver too.

September 18

On north bus Negro bull-dyke yells into my ear, nearly breaking my eardrum, to a friend up front of the bus. I try to protect my hearing by blocking my ears. When I object to her action, she insults and threatens me with violence, then says I'm a "white instigator." She calls me "white trash" and then raves on about it for half an hour. I move up front. Now the Negro lady bus driver tells that me what I did in objecting to the encroachment is illegal. I tell her, “Fine, you get the army, navy, air force and marines down here right now and I’ll fight them all to preserve my natural right not to have my eardrums assaulted.” Soon, a reckoning

October 2

Visit Palace. Pulled pork sandwich. No more prime rib. Many loudmouth Negros. Never again. Make up for this soon after with prime rib at the Trade Route Café.

October 14

At the gymnasium, Negro, Jerry, comes into the cribbage room very drunk and accuses me of reporting him to the manager, who has just asked him to leave. He becomes very insulting. I tell him to leave or I'll call the police. He leaves. Update: three times in future I see him shouting insults at me at a safe distance.

October 23

In cafeteria dinner line, Negro man behind me comes up and starts to sing effeminately into my ear. I tell him not to do this, and he says I have insulted his singing and threatens me. I simply look at him and he lets the matter drop.

October 30

On the morning bus, three Negro men taunt and insult a white European woman. Negro kickboxer driver tells them he will put them off the bus if they don't stop. They continue. At the next stop, the driver gets up and starts to walk briskly back after them. The three jump up and run off the bus.

November 5

On the north bus, Negro man with short dreadlocks wipes his forehead, then slings the sweat onto my arm. I tell him not to do this, He threatens to kick my ass. I say "I hope you try."

November 11

At bus stop near highway, bare chested bald Negro man comes yelling and rampaging down the sidewalk like a mad dog. He sees me, and starts throwing stones. I duck behind the kiosk. He walks across the street and opens a big water main, which begins to flood the area.

November 21

At a bus stop up north, I hear Negro man bragging how he "carry Brown Recluse Spider in saltshaker and put in Motherfucker's bed."

December 2

Dinner at cafeteria. As I take my tray up, loud Negro man grabs my arm and calls me "Motherfucker." I jerk my arm from his grasp and say "Now, please don't call me that...

I wouldn't fuck your mother with a ten foot pole." His head snaps down and he looks at the floor in shame.

December 6

Negro man on the morning bus puts his dirty shoes on a man's trouser leg. When the man objects, the Negro calls him filthy names. There are women present, I tell him to

watch his language, and he tells me "I'll knock you out".

December 8

In the computer lab, three Negros are playing loud music on their computers, I ask the lab tech to have them disable sound. He says that last time they said they will beat him up in the parking lot. I say "Call Security!" He says "Then they really will beat me up in the parking lot."

December 9

The next day in the computer lab, Negro boy about eighteen, walks in, slowly bouncing a basketball, wearing a sullen defiant expression, looking around as if to challenge any studious person who might object.

December 11

At bus transfer, Negro man, just released from prison, asks me for money. When I say no, he insults and threatens me.

December 13

In the computer lab, Negro girl sitting in the lap of a second such girl, is wearing headphones, singing at the top of her lungs. I walk over and politely suggest that perhaps there is a more appropriate venue for this in the music building. She gives me the "Excuse me?" routine as though I did something wrong. I ask the lab tech to speak to her. He does and she stops. In the ensuing weeks, there are two similar instances of savage serenade.

December 16

In an empty computer lab, young Negro man who once harassed me in the cafeteria men's room, comes to my kiosk and throws down his backpack to call attention to himself. I politely suggest that there is no need to crowd up. He goes crazy, calling me endless names. Ten minutes later he is still raving and muttering. Finally I say firmly "I think I've had just about enough from you!" He stops.

2028

January 22

On the east bus, Negro man brags loudly about having fathered seventeen illegitimate children.

January 28

In the computer lab, a Negro girl makes loud outbursts of yelling at intervals. Lab tech asks her to stop. She will not, and the tech finally calls security. They talk to her. After they leave she reverts to her yelling. Update: She does this on several subsequent days and on one occasion, picks up the keyboard and starts smashing the computer with it. She stops after a few seconds. 

February 3

A large Negro is talking loudly in the computer lab. I say "Quiet, please!" Later he comes over and threatens several times to kill me. I tell him to leave immediately, or I'll call the police and have him arrested and prosecuted. He leaves.

February 14

My first day off in a year. On the south bus, three drunk Negros talk loud with foul language. A few normal people look at them. Finally the leader declares that if anybody says even one word they will be beaten. Then he swaggers around policing the back portion of the bus repeating this threat. Finally the three get off. Delicious sausage at nearby eatery. Talk with nice girl, Zina, from Armenia. Look for my friend Orfeo.

February 22

Young Negro is showing off for six of his friends by yelling at old white people as they walk past. When he does it to me I tell him to go have intercourse with himself and he stops.

March 4 c 3:00 PM.

A Negro man walks up and down the aisle on the bus shouting an evangelical message that we must all dig in the dirt for gold (in a spiritual sense, apparently). Everyone, especially other Africans, look embarrassed for him. 

March 18

Drunk Negro man brags for fifteen minutes to women who pass on the sidewalk about the colossal size of his penis. They all ignore him and keep walking. He seems to concur when I point out the non-viability of this approach. Foolish, but not evil. Don’t take his cell.

March 23

In the computer lab, vicious young Negro girl verbally attacks myself and a woman student, with cocaine or amphetamine bravado.

April 5

Male Negro transvestite begins yelling foul insults at people on the bus. Driver calls the police. Bus stays put. It takes the police twenty minutes to arrive and arrest him.

April 12  c 4:40

As I get off the bus near home, young Negro transient rises from a bench and starts to walk east up the street. He looks disoriented, so I stop to give him a small lead in order to avoid engagement. Then he stops, so I resume my walk. He says, either to me or a guy who just crossed the street, or both,  “No matter how much you hate me, you can never beat me!” I keep walking. When I am halfway through the crosswalk, he yells, “Hey, you!” Then again, louder. I keep walking. The further away I get, the louder and more threatening he becomes. All the usual stuff. In front of the house next to mine, a big Negro fellow waiting for a ride home, probably a visiting physical therapist, yells at the guy to shut up, then again. The transient is now yelling at both of us as he walks east. I say to the therapist, who has a phone in hand, Call the police. The guy’s crazy. He’s threatening people.”  I go in and start to prepare dinner. Within five minutes, I first hear a little dog bark, then a woman screams as if in fear of harm, then two minutes later a police siren that seems to stop out front. Whether all this is connected, I have no idea. Even my own neighborhood is no longer safe, it seems.

April 24 Morning

At downtown bus stop, Negro man muttering insanely to himself, threatens to cut my face. I tell him. “I’m not afraid of crazy people. We just put them in jail. Tend to your own business, and you’ll be alright.” He calms down immediately. When the bus comes. he cordially ushers me to go ahead of him, and does not attack from behind. Again I don’t take the cell.

May 3 Afternoon

Negro, c 18, sits next to me on the bus. Immediately he starts interrogating me about the contents of my briefcase. Then he asks me to open the case. I refuse, and explain to him how inappropriate his behavior is, but he goes on, and on, and on, for several minutes. That willful “monkey’s itch” just won’t let him stop. Finally, he relocates to another seat with a look of total rage.

May 11

While going to visit Nancy, petite Negro transgender man in women’s clothes, three pigtails, with a French musketeer moustache, cuts the line. When I sit down, five Negro children scramble for seats, and two of them step on my shoes. I tell them not to do this. Their mother starts ragging on me about it. I can only answer this moral inversion with a Bronx cheer. She tells the kids to come sit with her, “Man is a racist motherfucker.” At my stop, the transgender yells to the driver in basso profundo, “Back door!” As I enter Nancy’s apartment house, the transgender is just ahead of me being buzzed in. He walks in briskly to a Caucasian fellow’s apartment, and is admitted stealthily through the slightly opened door. I hear the fellow whisper, “Come in quick.” I feel very sorry for him.

May 25

On the way to the university, Negro man about twenty, asks me for fifty cents. I say no. As he walks away, he insults me. I return the insult. He comes back and angrily threatens me, then kicks my briefcase. I yell for security. He runs away, shouting “motherfucker.” 

Jun 4 8:30 A.M.

On the bus just now, there was a loud Negro boy c. nineteen years old, sitting with a woman. For fifteen minutes he yelled insults at her, using the word motherfucker every few seconds. Everybody on the bus, including the other Negros, were offended. As I got off the bus, I looked at him and said, “Get out of my country, dirty mouth!” The boy went crazy, jumped off the bus, and with hands in pockets, started bumping me and yelling insults. An old white guy in a hoodie, grabbed his arm, and tried to calm him down, saying, “Let it go. He didn’t mean anything.” I said, “Yah, let it go.” It seemed at first to work. The boy went off at a distance. The old white guy said, “You can’t talk to them. He’s only a Nigger, and he’ll never be anything more than that.” I said, “I was trying to teach him something.” The old guy said, “You can’t teach them anything. They’re just Niggers.” I asked, “What are we going to do about them, then?” He said, “They have to go somewhere else.” And I said. “Yah, but when?” The minute the old guy left, the boy came back after me, yelling, “You can't disrespect me like that.” I interrupted saying, “Let me ask you something… Do you actually think that with all that yelling and foul language, you weren’t disrespecting everybody else on that bus?” He looked thoughtful for just a split second, then said, “You disrespect me like that again like that, I’ll kill you.” I said, “OK. I’ve lived a just and moral life. I’ll be ready.”

June 16

Loud Negro on south bus is lying across two seats talking on cell. Security guard requests politely that he sit up on one seat. Negro yells, “Nobody here need this seat, bro!” Guard patiently requests again. Negro bellows, “I’m on the phone! You’re spoiling my moment!” Guard raises steel baton high in the air and splits the Negro’s head like a rotten melon (I wish). Actually, he lets the matter pass. A mature, but compromised course of action.

June 23

Following an uncovered sneeze, loud Negro women argue savagely on the bus. Driver does nothing. One says, “Why don’t you wash your pussy, you dirty ass bitch?” She gets off at the university. Probably teaches Esthetics.

July 9

Linda tells me the Negro, Brandon, robbed her of food, money, and cellphone.

July 17

Lately I have noticed a lot of young people walking to their left and staying on course even if even if it puts them onto the grass. Is this left vs. right some kind of political statement? Today, a non-student Negro with dreadlocks deliberately crosses over to walkway I am on, just to challenge me. Keeping to his left, he comes straight at me. I stay on course. In America we walk and drive on the right. To avoid collision, I stop short. He veers to his left going onto the gravel, and spits on my coat as though I had done something terribly wrong. As I utter appropriate invectives, he walks fast away to escape me. Hope to punish him in person eventually, but have found that I rarely see such people a second time. Besides, it’s better to deal with them generically as an issue of public health, than to end up in jail for doing the right thing in a wrongly managed society.

July 28 8:55 A.M.

Young man just informed me that we are short of students today because someone said they are going to come on campus and shoot today. I’m going to stay. Real warriors never warn the target in advance. 12:07 Having searched this matter, news says threat was written on bathroom wall and said shooter will target Negro supporters of Boris Pilos. Probably a false flag to further the fake narrative against the President. IMF subverted main stream media, of course, never reports these things.

August 11

On east bus, young Negros trying to outdo each other in loudness, create a melee of shouting. It goes up and up, reaches a crescendo of fevered intensity, then suddenly dies. Strange effect. No malice in their talk, just species stupidity. Don’t bother with cells. 

August 14

Celebrate massive upgrades to social media sites with pork, cabbage, and potato salad at Trade Route Café.

August 26

Late morning. Negro man on west bus yells “motherfucker” at various individuals as an insane woman, he calls his sister, dances up and down the aisle. At one point the loudmouth proclaims himself to be the “closest thing to God” on this planet. Finally a man tells him to shut up. They trade insults while disembarking.

September 5

As I walk past bike rack at the Culinary Center, a disoriented Negro man turns erratically away from harassing two women seated at the table, and nearly bumps into me. I step around him. He says, “Hello.” I ignore him and keep walking. He says in a cool, jazzy, Calypso voice. “Gonna kill ya, Daddy. Gotta let it go.”

September 8

As I take my seat on the bus, young Negro man turns around and asks me if I just walked onto the bus. He saw me do this, so I have no frame of reference for his question. I look perplexed. He goes on and on incoherently. Finally I ask him to leave me alone. He starts yelling insanely. The driver says nothing. I move to a quiet area at the back of the bus. He keeps yelling as I do this. Soon, another Negro comes back and sits about then feet behind me. Soon I hear him begin to yell at someone else to sit more than six feet away. The yelling intensifies. When I turn around, I see a South American looking man standing about four feet away from the Negro just looking at him. The Negro becomes angrier and angrier, yells louder and louder, threatening again and again to beat the fellow mercilessly. Finally the man sits down and the yelling stops.

September 22

Drunk Negro man shouts fourteen times in a gravelly voice.  “No, you can’t have my number!” laughing uproariously as though each instance were an original clever joke. He then gets into an exchange with a female counterpart shouting things at each other that they would seem to attribute to white people descended from slave owners, like ”Keep your place.” I say nothing and move to the front. Entire bus is annoyed. The lady driver addresses them to no avail. The woman shouts back at her, “I’m free. I’m gonna do whatever I want to.” At the next stop, teenage Negro boy sitting with them, fired up by all of this, comes charging down from the raised rear platform parroting, “I’m gonna do anything I want.” My left leg shoots out uncontrollably, and he stumbles over hit, then comes back to get me. I put up my hands and say mockingly, “Sorry.” Then he gets off and back on the bus twice trying to decide what he can get away with.

October 4  c. 7:45 A.M.

Walking through the Witch’s Garden, I stop in the shade to rest for a few seconds. I hear contemptuous speech and look up. About fifty feet away to the north two Negro boys are trying to bait me with insults, the same way monkeys bait Negros from the trees in Africa. Trying to get even, I guess.

October 11  7:45 A.M.

Again walking through the Witch’s Garden,

I stop in the shade to rest for a few seconds. This time from the south Negro man walking towards me looks up at the trees and says,  “With all these things growing, and you so near to death, gotta make you jealous.” It’s wonderful how having a long range plan helps me to put up with all of this.

October 19

As I enter the bus, very primitive looking Negro boy about twenty years old with huge blubber lips, starts badmouthing white people and insulting a white woman in a wheelchair. And of course, motherfucker every fourth word. He threatens me. He is so agitated I fear that he will attack, but I say nothing, and slowly get out my stun gun. He notices it and decides to relocate further back in the bus. Too crowded, so he returns. He goes on and on, talking fast and erratically as one would on amphetamine. Finally the woman driver yells at him, “Get off my bus!” He refuses, calling her bitch. His volume is very loud. She does a smart thing and says. “This bus isn’t moving until you are off.” At this point, a really big normal Negro man, comes forward and points at the boy and says, “Get off the bus. People who work want to get home for dinner.” The boy blinks, looks at the big fellow, then me, then the driver, and gets off the bus with his foul mouth still going a mile a minute. This event clearly shows the differences between good and bad Negros. With the bad ones, I want just to be rid of them. With the good, I feel happy about what an asset they will be to Africa when they finally return to their rightful homeland. 

Invitation

October 20, 2028

After yesterday’s encounter, Hanson decides it’s well past time to proceed with his plan. When it’s accomplished, he can begin compiling a new list of Hellrotters.

In heavy disguise, using fake identity, he rents

a small building used for local events. Now he composes a special invitation:

“Your name has been selected for a special free event on October 28, 2028. You and one other guest of your choosing are invited to attend a delicious buffet dinner following a panel discussion by members of the local African American community with guest participation. The theme will be:

How We Can Defeat Everyday Racism

Please don’t be late. The minute you arrive, we ask that you enter the building and seat yourself so that we can get started precisely at 10:00 A.M. The buffet is catered and will be served at 2:00 P.M.

The address is the Hinkley Building at Fourth and Main Street. There is ample parking. This will be an informal affair so please dress comfortably. Hope to see you there.”

Hanson transfers the accumulated cellphone numbers to a free phone under another fake name, pastes the invitation as a text message, and sends it simultaneously to all the numbers.

The Event

Pending the event, the professor has done some shopping. Long ago, in light disguise, he bought two common police style door locks at a hardware store. Recently from a more arcane source, he purchased two cannisters of odorless poison gas each with a remote radio controlled release valve.

The Hinkley building is the perfect venue for this event. It has cement block walls and only high unreachable windows for defused light. There are two doors, front and back. The heating system is hot air with wall grates.

October 28, 2028

Hanson arrives early and conceals the gas cannisters behind the heater grates at each end of the building. He puts five folding chairs back where they are supposed to be. The place looks great, so he leaves and visits a nearby coffee shop for a giant hazelnut latte.

9:48 A.M.

Hanson arrives back at the Hinkley Building and sits at a distance in a park across the street. He’s happy to see what looks like at least twenty-five cars in the venue parking lot. Two minutes later the next bus arrives and over a dozen passengers get off and enter the building. It seems like a fairly good percent are in attendance.

10:00 A.M.

There are no stragglers outside. Hanson walks briskly across to the building, puts the locks on the front and rear doors, takes out the radio control device, pretends he’s talking on a cell phone, points it directly at the building, and presses the remote button. Inside the building, the cannister valves open and the poison gas begins to silently fill the room.

Within minutes the guests begin to get drowsy and start falling off their chairs. One fellow suspects something is wrong and tries to exit the front door, tugging on the door pull angrily. His increased air intake only hastens the effect and he soon collapses. There is very little recognition among the guests of what is happening. It’s as though they all just doze off peacefully. If Hanson could see this, he would be pleased, because he doesn’t want the Hellrotters to suffer, just die.

In the meantime the professor walks to a bus stop a block away and heads for the university, arriving just in time for his 11:00 A.M. class.

That night he watches the evening news and learns that one hundred and fourteen people died in the building. This a far more than Hanson was expecting. He can only guess, but If each invited guest brought one person, that would mean that that only one person on the original list didn’t attend.