Hurricane Season at the Airport: Perfect Time to Rush the Place with a Knife (Article Includes Bonus Music Reviews)

Andrew Anglin
Daily Stormer
September 8, 2017

Ah, diversity.

It makes hurricane season at the airport all the more interesting and enjoyable.

Fox News:

A knife-wielding man was shot at Miami International airport late Thursday after he gained access to a secured room and confronted a police officer, The Miami Herald reported.

The paper, citing police sources, said that the man somehow “breached” a restricted area and made it onto the tarmac. Airport officials said in a tweet that the situation involved a single suspect and is under control. Concourse J was temporarily closed, airport spokesman Greg Chin said. At least one shot was fired.

The paper reported that the man was listed in stable condition.

The shooting comes as many travelers are trying to get out of the path of the Category 5 hurricane, which devastated a string of Caribbean islands and is on its way to Florida.

There are two more hurricanes warming up, by the way.

Fox News:

As Category 4 Hurricane Irma commands most of the media attention this week, two other hurricanes — Jose and Katia — have been gathering strength as they threaten landfall.

Irma has been slamming Caribbean islands and was projected to reach Florida over the weekend. But Hurricane Jose has officially been classified a Category 3 storm, while Hurricane Katia was set to slam into Mexico early Saturday.

Jose is reportedly following a path similar to Irma’s and could potentially hit the same Caribbean islands that were devastated by Irma days ago, the National Hurricane Center said. Antigua and Barbuda were alerted of possible “life-threatening flooding” due to Jose.

The center previously said Jose had sustained wind speeds of 60 mph, but recently became “a little bit stronger” – with winds reaching 120 mph as of Friday morning.

Jose was roughly 600 miles east of the Lesser Antilles islands.

Meantime, Hurricane Katia was threatening to make landfall early Saturday in the state of Veracruz in Mexico.

I haven’t been covering this or really paying much attention to it.

But it’s really sad that all these brown people are getting wet.

I just always think of this Tom Russell song.

I like Tom Russell. As song writing goes, he actually is better than the virtually anyone in the modern music scene. It’s funny he never really got recognized.

He turned into a total libshit, because he loves Mexican sluts and doesn’t apparently want to cross the border to get to them.

He romances the “latinos” and will die not understanding that all of that romance is projected from his own soul onto an “other” that really is devoid of romance.

But if you view the stories he’s telling in that context, they are still very good.

His most famous song was “Gallo Del Cielo,” about a Mexican cockfighter trying to buy back land that was stolen from his family in Poncho Villa’s revolution.

It’s sure as hell better than anything Bob “Dylan” ever wrote.

My favorite of his albums was “The Man From God Knows Where,” a concept album about his ancestry, an attempt to come to terms with his personal identity as an American with a mixed Irish and Scandinavian background.

This song (no embed) about his father who was a drunken paddy gambler but still a hero in his own mind is very good.

I think there is something deep with regards to the human experience in a lot of his songs, even when it is projected on Mexicans.

My personal favorite is probably “Tonight We Ride” about Black Jack Pershing hunting Poncho Villa.

Maybe there is something immediately relevant in that. Black Jack Pershing was a GANSTA.

That guy gave absolutely zero fucks. He never caught Poncho Villa, but he did commit a genocide against Moslems in the Southern Philippines. He used to execute them with bullets soaked in pigs blood.

He’s right up there with Sir Richard Burton as one of my favorite historical figures.

Because real men embrace the violence around them and roll with it. Great men go looking for it.

Russell also wrote a song about one of my favorite movies of all time: “A Touch of Evil.”

He was hella better than John Denver, I can tell you that.

Anyway, I don’t listen to music with guitars anymore.

Fuck that noise.

Buncha ancient, depressing substance-abuse crap.

I’m #TeamSynth 100.

That’s the shit that is going to lead to cyborg extermination squads. Not some whiny shit about feelings and women and booze.