Indalecio_Nedian
Daily Stormer
August 14th, 2017
There is nothing better than some greasy diner food when you are hungover on the road.Normies, Nazis, BLM Dindus and even ANTIFA Communists agree on this. A morning-after Waffle House run is a classic American past time. An equally classic American past time is getting into drunken brawls at Waffle House in the wee hours of the night.They are open 24 hours a day and the food is good and cheap. Yes, the food is actually very unhealthy but most of us wind up in there for a stack of waffles and bacon from time to time.
If nothing on this menu would appeal to you while drunk or hungover you are either an Anglin tier fitness Nazi or you are one dumb faggot with no taste other than a taste for dicks.
Everyone knows what happened at the Unite The Right event at Lee Park in Charlottesville,Virgina. I was fortunate enough to be able to attend with one of my fellow stormer buddies though I'm not going to go into the event itself as it has been covered widely on this site. Despite the police setup and the ensuing chaos we managed to enjoy the experience. We spoke to dozens of good and honorable goys and even got to shake the hand of Dr.David Duke and thank him for his work. There were some rough moments but we managed to escape the event without getting into any direct violence...though that was not an easy task.
Once back at the hotel we got some beers and were delighted to meet our neighbors, some fellow bros who also attended. We partied and discussed the event into the AM hours, eventually exchanging information and making plans to all meet up at Waffle House the next morning before heading home to our respective home states. We'd made some new friends who I'm sure we'll know for many years to come.
Sunday morning, we all got up and being white men of good character we went through with our agreement to go grub at Waffle House. It was pretty much right in the city and I had some reservations about not going somewhere further away. The only clean shirt I had left was my Stormer T. Fuck it, I put it on and away we go.
Upon arrival things look pretty calm and normal. The patrons of the diner were, as you'd expect, rather diverse. A few old couples, a couple of older military vets, a few young couples with their kids and about 6 blacks including the 2 behind the counter. We take our seats at table and an adjoining booth and order our food. Our food arrives and we begin to demolish it. About half way through my hashbrown bowl, a fellow Caucasian approaches me from the left and tells me that when the 6 of us arrived a table of hammer and sickle t shirt wearing ANTIFAs got up and left after grilling me. My buddy had stepped out to the car to get his wallet. Shortly after he came back in two ANTIFA re entered the diner and approached the booth where my new friends were seated. One was average sized, kinda pudgy and I don't recall him wearing any stereotypical communist garb. His boyfriend however, was a sight to behold. Standing about 5'5', skinny and frail, he was dressed in typical ANTIFA apparel. His pink and black died hair hung out from under one of those gay little berets. "Get the fuck out of our diner, get out of our city" it screeched, voice shaking and lips quivering. We all laughed and one of my new friends calmly explained that we were just finishing our meals and didn't want any trouble. Of course, we all know that this didn't matter to these delusional terrorists. The smaller one produces a bottle of mace and aims it at their booth from about 4 feet. Nothing happens, apparently the mace did not work or this queer was just too fucking stupid to use it. In either event, we all begin to stand but he pulled something out of his pocket and cracked one of them over the head with it. This would turn out to be a sock with four D batteries in it.This caused a good deal of blood to splatter several feet away but this weak piece of human shit was unable to knock him down and was quickly being savaged by his victim. The 7 of us including the goy who tipped us off to their presence jumped up and began the shoah. There wasn't even enough ANTIFA to go around but we made do, stomping their ass good and throwing them out of the establishment. We were also asked to leave at first but once police arrived we were allowed back in to pay for our meals. In the aftermath, it was discovered that they had spray painted my windshield as well. An off duty EMT played the role of good samaritan and tended to our injured brother. For the record, it seems he will be OK though his scalp is going to require stitches or staples or whatever.
Police believe they know who these guys are and expect that they will be able to make an arrest. As of this point, I'm not sure if they've been apprehended or not. I was able to get the paint off the windshield with nail polish remover and some rags. Only the guy hit in the head took any damage from our side. I don't know what these guys were thinking. They had to know they were attacking at least 4 people, they kinda had to know there was more because all 6 of us walked in together. Really, there were 7 of us including the guy who tipped us off to them so they never stood a chance. I really thought they had a gun at first, because their attack struck me as a kamikaze mission at best.
I thought this might be a good story for people to hear. The attack didn't happen at a rally but rather in a public restaurant with dozens of non biased witnesses. The bike lock thing at a previous one got pretty big coverage but there was video. I don't know if there is any video out there of it but that would be interesting to see. That type of thing happens so fast that it can be hard to remember what happened. My takeaway from this is that these trash are getting more desperate and more thirsty for conflict. If you are going to rep yo set in the aftermath of our beer hall putsch on the 12th be on guard and try to stay in a group. If they start a fight, be prepared to finish it but most importantly stay safe out there fam.
