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The mom's teeth are so fucked up it looks like her tongue is in jail."I swear to God it isn't my car!"
Bravo, best defense against a car theft accusation I've ever heard.
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The mom's teeth are so fucked up it looks like her tongue is in jail."I swear to God it isn't my car!"
Bravo, best defense against a car theft accusation I've ever heard.
They don't seem to require much training tbh.Their tribalism, or "racial affinity" as it's called by the Left, and "old-fashioned, plain-vanilla, just-like-Mom-used-to-make racism" by the sane, is the most pronounced and the most shameless of all racial groups.
By far.
And each and every day, we actively encourage them to be even more so.
We are literally training them to hate us.
We know it's not your car asshole, that's why we're here."I swear to God it isn't my car!"
Bravo, best defense against a car theft accusation I've ever heard.
"That ain't my bitch, I was just tellin' her to 'shut the fuck up', yuh 'Onah, das why I was inna car. I prawmis she ain't my fuckin' bitch, she crazy, she a crazy hoe, she a fuckin' kookoo bitch, sir."The witnesses that place him and the girl in the car having a domestic for the past 20 minutes also undercuts it.
On the topic of black power. I highly recommend the book 'Days of Rage' by Bryan Burrough, which covers the absolute avalanche of left wing violence the spread across the US in the 70s and 80s. An excerpt:From Wokeipedia itself:
Jamil Abdullah al-Amin (born Hubert Gerold Brown; October 4, 1943 – November 23, 2025) was an African-American activist who served as the fifth chairman of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee (SNCC) in the 1960s. Calling himself H. Rap Brown in that period, he was one of the primary spokesmen for the black power movement.
Brown was perhaps best known for his provocative comments during the ghetto riots in the "long hot summer of 1967," such as, "Violence is as American as cherry pie", and, "If America don't come around, we're gonna burn it down."
Interesting points bolded for contrast. "Non-violent"...
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By 1967, school violence was so bad in New York that the United Federation of Teachers went on strike for two weeks to defend its members’ right to discipline seriously disruptive students, and to demand a police presence in the worst schools (a measure against which teachers had previously fought). They were opposed by the African-American Teachers’ Association (ATA), which argued that “the very concept of the disruptive child was an expression of white middle-class cultural bias against black culture.”
Nearly seventy years ago, they were already openly admitting that to be loud, violent little chimpanzees was literally their culture.
To refine my technique, I started out by practicing on black girls in the ghetto—in the black ghetto where dark and vicious deeds appear not as aberrations or deviations from the norm, but as part of the sufficiency of the Evil of the day—and when I considered myself smooth enough, I crossed the tracks and sought out white prey. I did this consciously, deliberately, willfully, methodically. . . . Rape was an insurrectionary act. It delighted me that I was defying and trampling upon the white man’s law, upon his system of values, and that I was defiling his women—and this point, I believe, was the most satisfying to me because I was very resentful over the historical fact of how the white man has used the black woman. I felt I was getting revenge.
One car jacker in Garland, FAFO and won't be able to tell his version of this story.
Eldridge Cleaver
I had already been aware of Cleaver's delightful reminiscences of rape, but yes, others (white feminists, in particular) should read it too to learn all about whom the black community elevated as a saint.This fucking creature with the surface level trappings of literacy, this facsimile of intelligence, to write down in such a detailed way the actions of an animal.
Why's he crying? It's not like it has any games to play.Remember that other video of a black kid stomping a duck to death? Why do they do this?
Keep your head on a fucking swivel man. I suffer from a fair bit of paranoia but it's always saved me from crap like that. Always looking back when someone passes, not having ear buds in at all times. You owe it to yourself to be vigilant.I'm genuinely fatigued that I'm back in this thread again two days in a row.
I got an email that I have a bunch of points I didn't know I had that are going to expire at the end of the month at a fried chicken place back from a job where we'd take turns ordering and expensing lunch at work.
On my way home tonight I picked up some free friend chicken. I'm walking out of the place and I hear a swishing sound of like track pants. I ignore it at fist because I'm in a city with all sorts of sounds, but it keeps up, so I turn to see what the sound is and it's this black guy jogging at my walking pace right behind me staring down at my bag of fried chicken. He literally spooked me; I got goosebumps all over. I asked "...can I help you?" and then just got the fuck away from him. He didn't say anything, he just stood there and stared at me.
The thing is, I have so many points that if someone asked me to, like a normal fucking person, I would just buy them dinner.
I can't keep doing this. I live in a part of town that's systemically segregated, but the whole surrounding area is dog shit. It's only a matter of "when not if" I run into a violent nigger and not just a silly nigger.
Dude, straight up I try to be. It's exhausting. "Around blacks never relax" is real. About a year ago one tried to sucker punch me from behind because I told him to fuck off after he shoved me to try to fare hop behind me at the train station. They are legit sneaky people and to be honest I don't think I would have trusted anyone else telling me that until I've seen it myself time and time again.Keep your head on a fucking swivel man. I suffer from a fair bit of paranoia but it's always saved me from crap like that. Always looking back when someone passes, not having ear buds in at all times. You owe it to yourself to be vigilant.