SHAME on these EVIL Monsters
They refused to prosecute the Criminals who harmed 250,000 of THEIR OWN CITIZENS because they thought it was ‘racist’ to do so.
🚨WHAT THE HELL?!!!
A man with 35 PRIOR ARRESTS and more than 100 prior charges just ST*BBED A PREGNANT WOMAN in Charlotte, NC!!!!
He ATTACKED HER with a knife, his fists, his feet, and even his TEETH.
His name is Paul Abdul Hicks. He is 31 years old.
On Monday, police say he assaulted a 26-year-old PREGNANT woman outside a restaurant in northeast Charlotte, then tried to m*rder her with a KNIFE.
He also slashed a man so badly he had to be rushed to the hospital with severe lacerations.
Police say he used a knife, his hands, his feet, and his TEETH to attack the woman.
WE DON'T HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!
This man's daughter had been kidnapped and was being abused by a Pakistani rape gang
He tried to rescue her from the property she was being held at
British Police arrived and arrested HIM for trying to save his daughter
On the same day Rupert Lowe's rape gang inquiry was released, detailing how predominantly Pakistani Muslim men gang raped and tortured 250,000 British children.
Another 700+ invaders floated into our country, all fighting age men, all unvetted, all will be in hotels near you.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.