The Good Poorman

Joe Dixon was a humble welder who hailed from Savannah Georgia but currently calls Jacksonville Florida his home. Joe like many lower class Anglo-Americans from the American South was an ardent conservative who regularly voted for the Republican Party but even for a member this useful class he excelled in knowing his place. When asked about how he’d react if given the honor to met President Trump he’d often say “I am not worthy of  meeting a God on earth like the President, I’ll admit I’m too poor and stupid I just do my job and vote and otherwise make sure to be seen and not heard”
. Today as usual Joe woke up in his trailer from his small bed with a Confederate flag bedsheet. He sleeps with a thin-blue line flag hung proudly above his bed he had nothing but respect for the police who he knew kept rable rousers in line so his superiors can run the nation peacefully. When he woke up he got on his knees next to his bed and said his daily morning prayer to his entities of worship and respect, in order of how much reverence he holds each in: President Donald Trump, the richest man in America Jeff Bezos his boss a wealthy Old money gentleman Jerome Thaddeus Williams and then finally the pure Anglo-Saxon Jesus. After his prayers Joe put on his boorish ensable of blue jeans, cowboy boots,  a white wifebeater, sunglasses and a Make America Great Again hat. While this dress may appear unprofessional and disgusting to those of good taste he was self aware about it and considered his raggedy clothes not a mark of arrogant  lifestyle pride like most of his peers did but rather an outward acknowledgement of his own inferiority.
Joe then proceeded to leave his trailer immediately forgoing breakfast knowing that he was unworthy of such a luxury when he can instead use this time to make it early to work to make Mr Williams even more money to show his gratitude to such a job creator. He mounted his Ford pickup truck and drove into work. Joe got down and shook his head in disgrace when he saw the newest hires of Williams’ construction company.  These clear diversity hires who were but in by Marxists to take away jobs form loyal hard working white men like Joe where Tyrone Jackson and Pedro Alvarez a Typical Jacksonville Negroid and a Nicaraguan spic who was a bit too far North in Florida for his own good. Tyrone was finishing his jungle noise filled conversation with the words “and hey if you and your family ever need help with your citizenship stuff and ICE my door is always open, I’m glad I have a friend going into this as my last boss sent me to jail over false drug charges”  “What the sam fucking hell are you talking about coon and beaner!” Joe shouted. “Oye Gringo pendjo! We’re just going to work same as you” Pedro shouted with a sense of Latin bravado showing complete disrespect to his racial superior. Joe fired back “Go back to  goddamn Mexico and stop taking jobs from real Americans you good for nothing spic!” Tyrone fired back “Hey man I’ve studied the law for times like this this counts as racially targeted harassment we can get your ass sued for that so maybe you wanna leave us alone” Joe laughed “oh Curious George learned how to read and write ain’t  that cute back in my granddaddy’s day you’d have gotten lynched for talking back to me like that you know!”
The three men locked eyes and a fist fight between the Iberio-Indian savage, the Mandingo Malcontent and the salt of the earth Anglo Teutonic laborer (as good ol’ Mr Williams would’ve classed them Joe didn’t know exactly what all the words meant but he got the main idea) was almost about to go down. However before Joe can throw the first punch another good ol’ White working man came In, Joe was initially relieved thinking he was getting back up but was shocked and disgusted  to hear the treasonous communist ideas that  came out of the other white man’s mouth.
“Y’all should stop right now,” the man began to explain “you have more in common with each other than with that greedy fat cat Mr Williams. Racism is just a tool the people on top use to make regular folks fight amongst themselves instead of fighting for themselves against them,”  the man pulled out 3 black business cards from his pocket with a red globe and the letters “IWW” written on them to hand to the three men “The name’s Sam Clayton I’ve researched this thing called the International Worker’s of the World it’s a big ol labor union for regualr folks all around the world to work together to get a better deal from their bosses what do you say?” Tyrone said “Aight I’ll bite, but racist ass cops and bosses have made my and my family’s life a living hell for generations I can’t just pretend that never happened either you know” Sam said “Oh no you got me all wrong friend racism is very much still an important issue and the IWW seeks to combat racism in our society, we ain’t gonna ignore your issues but instead work together to overcome them even if you’re black and I’m white.” Pedro looked around nervously  scared to confess his sins against America to this divisive socialist  agent but  mustered  “What about me, me and family aren’t exactly here legally I don’t know if American unions are gonna be able to help me when the feds can send us all back to Nicaragua in an instant” Sam interjected in an anti western Trotskyist manner, “well my friend the I in IWW means international don’t worry we have your back whether you were born in Boston or Bangkok. You wouldn’t be the first undocumented worker the IWW’s helped out of a pinch” Tyrone and Pedro upon having their pathetic subhuman concerns  addressed gladly took Sam’s cards like they were  socialist  nannystate welfare checks.
 Sam turned his head treasonously toward Joe. “Now Joe we’ve worked together for years and I know you’re a bit conservative  but I really think this will be to your benefit. Listen I ain’t telling you how to vote hell I hate Hillary Clinton as much as you do but maybe consider helping out your fellow worker ya know?”
Joe was infuriated at being invited to such a sinister conspiracy to undermine the God ordained institution of boss and employee. “Fuck you you Negro lovin’ Illegal Spic fuckin’ no good anti American Antifa communist!” Joe screamed,  “Mark my words you will pay for this!” Joe screamed and walked into the factory floor where his ruffian co-worker Rob Wallace was standing at the door “You really told that damn pinko commie off! good for you!” The boorish trailer park dwellers said patting his fellow redneck on the back “Say how would you like some whiskey?” Joe said “I don’t know Rob ain’t we supposed to be gettin’ to work?” Rob said “I got permission from our manager  to bring in some for my break I figure we can have our break early and just work extra hard during the time we were gonna have a break to make up for it” Joe gave in to his degenerate lower class urges  and succumbed to the ever present temptation of drink those of his station where inclined to. “Fine,” Joe said “I can go for a bit of Jack Daniel’s about now anyhow”
Rob laughed taking out a flask from his jacket pocket “this ain’t no Jack Daniel’s this is some good home brewed shit from my cousin Cletus up in Tennessee. He was able to get one last batch smuggled down here for me before those FBI pigs took him down for his interstate moonshine operation. You’d think we’d have more freedom in America but he went down shootin’ second amendment for life!”  This disrespectful description of the American heroes in the Federal Bureau of Investigation made Joe fumming mad. Joe remembered the sage advice  of one of his favorite congressmen  Dan Crenshaw, that Republican red flag laws   to make sure dangerous extremists can’t get guns where good and still fit within the second amendment, after all there’s a big difference between the noble session back in the 1860s based on job creators trying to keep good  racial values alive and disgusting cop-killing criminals like Rob’s cousin.
 “Fuck you Rob, the FBI are American heroes unlike your wannabe negro piece of shit cousin!” Joe exclaimed getting to work.
At the end of the day Joe broke his code of humility and resolved he needed to speak the boss, he looked up Mr Williams’ number online and managed to get a direct line to him after humbly asking the various operators and secretaries. “Mr. Dixon, you’re quite the spirited employee what do you have to report to me?” The god  like job creator  Mr Williams beamed from the other side with a pride Joe knew he’d never truly earn “Please just call me Joe, Mr Williams I don’t deserve  that level of respect  from an upstanding pillar of American society such as yourself. Anyways I have 2 incidents to report if you’d grace me with your listenin’” Mr Williams laughed in his noble Tidewater transatlantic accent “I would be happy to, I’m glad that I have such respectful and polite employees such as yourself” Joe said “Well your Highness that’s the problem, not all your employees are as respectful as me, that Sam Clayton recruited your two recent diversity hires Tyrone Jackson and Pedro Alvarez into some type of communist  Bernie Sanders fan club called the “IWW” I knew that evil Jew was bad news for your honorable company back in 2016 but it only got so bad I had to report it now”  Mr Williams said “I’m glad you reported this to me, I’m well aware of the threat this IWW Union poses to the American upper class, I will have my ahem connections get on that immediately” Joe said “Mr Williams I’m sad to say that ain’t even the whole story another co-worker, Rob Wallace, who I thought was a true conservative patriot brought in illegal moonshine to work and then bragged about his cousin who not only made it but had a shoot out with the FBI!” Mr Williams responded with a sage concern to calm down his lower educated subject “I will also see to it that this matter is addressed I appreciate your initiative, what would you like in return for your helpful service?”
Joe responded in a patriotic manner “Sir I desire no reward the honor of being a good employee a good informant and a good American are more than an inbred hick in a trailer like me even deserves”. “very well then,” Mr Williams said “thank you for your help and have a good night.”
Mr Williams began with the easy step  by making arrangements for Rob Wallace to be first fired and second turned into the FBI for his participation with his cousin’s moonshine business. Secondly had to address the  issue the Bolshevist infiltration of the Jacksonville plant.  While it was easy enough to fire those involved as Florida was a right to work state a stronger message needed to be sent. Pedro Alvarez’s personal information was quickly retrieved from the plant’s records and ICE was swiftly sent to his door and before he could even start the membership process to the IWW he found his way on a boat back to Managua where he’d likely never see his children again as they were taken away to be sent to detention centers in Texas.
Now one thing that’s important to note about Mr Jerome Thaddeus  Williams was that besides being the owner   of several steel plants throughout the American Southeast he was also a high ranking member of the Ku Klux Klan. With that in mind the Jackson household soon  contend with burning crosses on their lawn  with one nobly impaling that brutish ape Tyrone a true sign of white Christian justice. Finally despite Sam Clayton’s Anglo-Teutonic heritage and Baptist  upbringing  the Klan made an exception to kill him  to stop him from radicalizing more undesirables. Sam mysteriously disappeared after a group of new white workers came asking about the union only to never be seen again after they met with him by the lake that night.
Joe Dixon, the good poorman, the informant had helped save his community from crime and communism with his actions. He went above and beyond his duty of voting, he did the most heroic thing a man like him could do outside of police or military service, he was an informant. Don't let crude reprises of "snitches get stitches" fool you when you work stay vigilant and help your boss crush criminality and communist unionism wherever they rear their ugly heads and who knows maybe one day you'll be a billionaire too.