You All Suck (We Did Not Get the Smart Slaves Edition)

 

"Negros gotta Negro..." -- The Overlord

Disclaimer: The Overlord is NOT a racist: He hated Obama's White Half, too.

Additional Disclaimer: The Overlord does not hate African-Americans. Just ghetto bitches and hoodrats.

Additional, Additional Disclaimer: Show me one place run by black people, anywhere on this planet, that actually functions.

If there was ever any more proof needed that I have made the right decision to leave The Lower Pits of Tartarus Raleigh, then here you go. For your viewing pleasure, this little tete-a-tete took place in what is exaggeratedly called "Raleigh-Durham United" Airport, which is little more than a truck stop with wings.

And I don't mean chicken.

In the two-and-a-half years that I lived in that festering cesspool that pretends it's a city, I witnessed such behavior almost weekly. It was only weekly because I had very little reason to go outside for most of that time.

You get that attitude from The Diversity all the time. Oh, there are a few people o' color who are refined, have manners, and treat people with courtesy and respect, but they are outnumbered by the other Melanated Fukctards by a factor of about five or six to one. In fact, you can almost identify them from several yards away before you actually might have to interact with them.

The first identifying marker is That Look. 

It is a look that belongs to someone with a sub-optimal IQ and yet still has enough awareness to know that they truly are a retard. Happy to be one, in fact: no one bothers retards for the simple fact that a retard has little to offer. The trait is genetic: it gets passed on to children in the same way Sickle Cell does, and it is not uncommon to see a strollerbitch with three or four of the little Irish-Setter stupid in tow.

Did I say "in tow"? What I really meant to say is that the tykes are typically way ahead of Mamma Cellulite, kicking up a fuss, running into other people, and generally making a nuisance of themselves, as she calls out names and threats if they don't shut the fuck up.

You especially see it in the supermarket or a department store. It gets loud. Most likely because all that kid noise draws too much attention when you're trying to shoplift a 10-pack of Lady Bic's in the endless folds of your prodigious belly fat.

(I was witness to two such incidents. They're usually trying to steal stuff they won't actually use, but which will be re-sold to the other Welfare Queens in exchange for "extra" food stamps or cash. I'm told that in some transactions, tampons are used just as one would use cash).

The second identifying marker is the reflexive resort to Big Mouth. 

When you have nothing intelligent to say, just endlessly repeat your word vomit, increasing the volume every few seconds.

This gets followed by the traditional ritual of chest beating in imitation of the Silverbacks back on the home continent, the beefier the smack, the more intimidating its supposed to be.

When stupid and a physical display doesn't work, start messing shit up.

Toss store display racks to the floor; kick the side of someone's car; engage in mindless destruction of anything within reach. It is the primary strategy of the Urban Aborigine in it's native habitat:

"If I can't have nice things, then no one can."

Follow this up with copious amounts of crying about how you are "a victim". Of everything. Racism, classism, fat shaming, psoriasis, a bad horoscope, halitosis (actually, that's the hot sauce you put on your pork rinds at breakfast, Shithead), and the Battle of Tours (c. 732 AD).

When all else fails, riot.

Even if you have no close personal contact with the Wildlife, you can easily spot them on the road.

This is the person who drives a beat up shitbox literally held together with duct tape, which is flapping in the breeze, as they do 30 mph over the speed limit, weave in out of traffic because important places to be (welfare office, next weed party, next deadbeat Baby Daddy), who then complains that they can't understand why they can't have a better car, and why the Po-Po keep doing that "driving while black" thing.

It is axiomatic that when this kind of ignoramus eventually causes yet another accident that they will be bereft of a license, lacking in insurance, and have an expired registration, but the court will hand out token punishments, and dipshit will soon be back on the roads doing the same thing she (it's usually a "she") was doing before, only with twice as much idiot.

Just an anecdotal mention here, but the Overlord was making use of some of the online dating sites while in Dixie, and the sheer numbers of Tanishas, Kwaanzas, Vernishas, Ernestines and presumably female names with at least two apostrophes in them is legion. The profile is so common that Match should just let black women drag and drop it into their profile from a template:

Uneducated, unmarried, disposition like battery acid, big mouth, broke, bad attitude, unwashed, single mother of 14 by 12 possible fathers, alternately crying about how there "ain't no good men" and strutting like a peacock about how she don't need one.

No one likes them.

There is no obvious evidence of a sense of shame.

There is no sense of civility.

There's no money to feed the children, but plenty for hair extensions, hoop earrings, and, of course, weed.

There is almost nothing redeeming about a fat ass cow with the temperament (and build) of a charging rhino who pumps out unwanted children for a living who then pronounces the virtues of her church. I'm surprised the buildings aren't struck by lightning more often.

The Men are worse.

I was born and raised in New York. I thought I knew "ghetto", but you ain't seen ghetto until you've been in one south of the Mason-Dixon. The Confederacy may have had a point, after all.

Baggy pants everywhere. Never a belt in sight. Underpants on display everywhere. The guy obviously hasn't got a job, but somehow he's driving a Benz. It may not be a new Benz, but it's a Benz of some sort or vintage, because "style". That Benz is often also festooned with duct tape, sometimes bailing wire is used to keep a piece of the body from flying off at high speeds, but rest assured, the rims are awesome.

When a Benz is not available, any old Lexus will do.

Mufflers? I don't need no stinkin' mufflers!

Guns proliferate (this IS NC, after all) but instead of hunting deer, these morons are hunting other gang members. And like gang members everywhere, they manage to put lead into everyone except those they are (not really) aiming at.

And everywhere you go, the pungent and disgusting smell of weed.

Upon my return to Sodom-on-the-Hudson, my eyes were greeted with something that I would have thought would only appear in the pages of Mad Magazine.

Another signpost on the Road to Perdition is when a society not only tolerates such poor behavior, but then goes out of its way to celebrate it. usually as a means of soothing the savage breast before the Savages come to your neighborhood and tear things up. If we didn't at least pretend to be concerned with the plight of such dumbfuck it will only destroy and riot.

Better to lose a statue of a founding father in favor of a rotund uncivilized barbaric egg factory than to let them stew in their own ignorance, resentment and pot smoke.

And then we let them vote...

So, if you're perplexed as to the proliferation of the Stacey Abrahms', Michelle Obamas, Jasmine Croketts, Ayanna Pressleys, Stacey Plasketts, and their predecessors, Waters, Jackson-Lee and that ilk, just remember: on some level we ASKED for this. Every last one an insufferable disease whose symptoms include verbal diarrhea, dumbfuckery, hypocrisy, and butchery of the English language.

I will be accused of many things after having written this. I simply don't care. I know most of it will come from the REAL ______-ists who are still pissed off that Obama didn't march the whites to the ovens and pay their bills for them. 

Not worth worrying about.

I'm reminded  of something the late Daniel Patrick Moynihan (last good democrat before the Clintons put him out to pasture) once said about the "oppressed":

"The time may have come when the issue of race could benefit from a period of benign neglect".

Translation: let these pig-ignorant degenerates sink or swim according to their own (dim) lights and (lack of) talents.

Mostly because what was in force since then -- the Great Society, Affirmative Action and the Welfare State -- were obviously not working.

It still isn't.

(Picture credit: atlantablackstar.com)