as a new poster, I just want to give you guys some insight into what I have to deal with. Im still pretty irked over the situation and I am wondering if there is anything else I could have done.

so Im moving to somewhat a niggardly area, but a house instead of the condo that I am living in now. ok. I think I should have known better.

Well, Im getting work done on the house and this morning go over there....but first stop to get a donut at a local kripsy kreme. lo and behold, the local nigger radio station is there, taking up the small parking lot with their truck...plus nigger workers decided to park in the parking lot as well, creating no spaces. Well i simply part off to the side and get out.

Well the two goon niggers for the stations, hired hands, lets call them Lisp and Smelly,lookin to be about 36 yet obviously with the minds of 14 year olds and with a matching set of dead, cyclops eye try and tell me "hey youssa cant park on the side. take yo self thru the drive thru". well fuck that motherfucker. fuck your NIGGER station taking spots for paying customers. this fuckin NIGGER Smelly tries to block my path from walkin in! wtf??? is he guarding a barrel of pork rinds or something? is he CRAZY? how are you going to try and block a grown white man's path? so i walk forward and around this coon daring him to do something.

So I go in, and Smelly yell out to the mexican worker "DONT SERVE HIM YO! DONT GIVE HIM SHIT TIL HE MOVE HIS CURRR"

Im amused by their newfound energy to not fail at something in life....but this is rediculous. the coons are guarding donuts. You would think they were getting paid by the spare rib per car they turn away. So i say "gimmie 2 choclate glazed "and they just keep tryin to get this wetback to not do it. he gives me my donut, obviously amused himself at the niggardly action taking place before him. "aye! i cant wait to tell me vatos what happened holmes"

Then Lisp leans in and says "dis da beat homie....dis what we do!" i can see the passion in his eyes, the fire and yearning to be accepted. i see his life before my eyes, how he tells his old mom how he works for the nigger radio station the Beat, how he gets to see stars (from a distance) and how he was even on the radio..,.twice! this is his LIFE.

(Tha Beat is one of the local nigger radio stations)

I tell him if he doesnt move out of my way we are going to have a problem.

well Lisp gets down right upset like i stepped on his white shoes and spit on his fried chicken...and challenges me to some kind of colored person duel to the death in the back of a watermelon patch or something other. I figure I can whip him easily, but then Smelly decides he wants a piece too. and you all know niggers dont fight fair.

so now i got 2 HS drop out local Beat goons towering over me ready to feast upon my white flesh, plus im SURE they could smell the over 600 bucks cash in my wallet needed to pay these workers at my house..so my inner white voice from the slavery days said to me "stand down son. stand down. remember, we still lynched nat turner. they cant even say their ABCs in 2009"

so i stand down to the chitlin circuit and make my way to my car while they slowly walk behind mumbling in some sort of click click language and making big gaga chris tucker eyes at me.

ah. the joy of niggerdom

could I have handled that any differently? I really have alot to get off my chest. I cant stand the infiltration of niggers everywhere, I even think my sister is involved with one though she DENIES IT. I am going crazy you guys.

Thanks for listening.