There were a half-dozen other white men in there, along with a few ladies, and they all turned and viewed the interloper with obvious hostility and disgust. Nobody welcomes a nigger into a white bar. That's like tossing a turd in the soup. A nigger, be they male or female, are completely unable to control themselves or act in a civilized manner, especially after a few beers. Everyone silently prayed that this ugly hog finished her drink and left, so they'd be spared another afternoon of being "nigged". Before that God cursed civil rights act, we could drop kick a coon for daring to come into one of our establishments, but not anymore. Now we have to grin and bear it. But you could tell by the look in their eyes that each and every one of these people would happily lynch this fat hog if they had a way to get away with it. This particular tavern has been robbed in broad daylight by armed gangs of niggers at least six times in the past two years. And the cops haven't done squat. They're afraid to go into coon town and get the perps. I personally saw the tail end of one of the robberies and was the one who called the cops. I then gave chase to the niggers, who all ran like jackrabbits down the street toward coontown and safety. Just as I got close, they all split up and shot off in different directions...

I sped up and almost got one of them, but he made a sudden turn to the right and leaped a wall that a gazelle would have had trouble with. I stood there in stark amazement. Man, those niggers can run! If I had known I wouldn't be seen, I'd have shot that worthless ape deader than a bowl of mud. But the libs have got this state sewn up tight in mud's rights, and the remaining white people here are living in a perpetual state of siege. Anyway, I'm sitting there, drinking my beer and trying to ignore said hideous behemoth, when suddenly I hear this low hissing sound, like someone letting the air out of a semi truck tire. The noise lasted a good minute, and I looked all around me, trying to find the source of the weird noise. There were now guys sitting next to me on either side, with one white guy sitting on each side of the whale. Suddenly the guy on the far side of the ho jumps up and howls, "Damn! What the f**k died in here?" He made a really comical face and started waving the air in front of him and backing away from the stool. The guy next to me started smacking his lips and grimacing. He then eyed the ho maliciously, who was gazing serenely into the bar mirror as if she didn't know what was going on...

He growled,"Man, I can taste that fart! It's making my eyes water!" Well, that was my cue, and I leapt to my feet and made for the other side of the bar before her stench could creep its way up my nostrils as well. That worthless, nasty ass ho had come in the bar and shit her pants..or at least it smelled like it. She had cut the motherload of all farts, right there in this tiny little tavern, guaranteeing a complete gassing of every white in there. That long, low hissing had been the bitch releasing her poison gas load.And with an ass like that, there was no telling how many more bombs she had brewing up in those vile guts. There is nothing on earth more unsanitary or uncouth than a nigger. They have no business mixing in civilized society. It's like inviting a gorilla to a tea party. Civil rights and equality doctrine are the biggest lies of the past hundred years. There's no such thing. You can't give rights to an animal. Well, finally her foul stench wafted its way to the other patrons, causing a loud uproar among them. Some were pretty drunk and already despised niggers, and the presence of this fat, ugly Negress, sitting there fouling their air was too much for two of the guys. One of them mumbled something under his breath, and the next thing I knew a beer bottle had smacked into the side of that big coon. It hit hard then bounced off her lard and shattered on the floor. The bitch got up off her stool with surprising agility, and when she did, she let loose of the longest, loudest ppffffaaaarrrtt! I think I've ever heard in my entire life. You could have heard a pin drop afterwards. everybody in the tavern was looking at her with raw hatred and disgust. She piped up and said in typical ho with tude' fashion, "Whatchoo crackahs lookin' at? Ahhz can farts if ahhz wants to!" "Not in here you can't, you fat nigger cow!" screamed one particularly drunk redneck. "Git yer stinkin' black ass outta our bar an' don't you come back, ya hear?" As if to punctuate his statement, the barkeep ran and opened both the front and back doors and turned on the fans to blow out the stink. Several people had already left for the outside so they could suck air without inhaling eu d' nigger ass...

In reply to the angry man, the ho threw her drink at him, using about a hundred "muthafugga"s in the process. Then she stomped over to where he and his friend were standing, hauled off and slapped the piss out of him. In fact she hit him so hard that he fell over backwards on his ass. The bitch reached down to grab him, but his friend shouted, "Oh no you don't, you fat piece of shit!" And he socked her in the face like a man. She was big and mean enough to take it too. In fact I don't think it phased her because she turned around and punched him back, knocking him on his ass as well. This was one big, fat mamma ho. Then the fun began. Several other guys crowded around to join in the fray, and they worked that bitch over but good. She gave quite a few lumps herself, but in the end she got the living shit kicked out of her. Finally they dragged her to her feet and shoved her fat ass out the front door, yelling, "And don't you come back, ya hear? Niggers aint' welcome here!" She turned with cibo raahts vengeance in her eyes and said, "Ahh git ma bloods on yo ass! Alla youz crackahs!" she screamed. "You just try it nigger! We'll hunt you down and make a rug outta you! You hear me, you nasty ass coon? Now stay away from here!" With that she waddled off into the early evening, never to be seen again. While everyone was licking their wounds and cleaning up the mess, the barkeep got a soapy rag and washed the stool she had sat on. "No tellin' what else the bitch brought in with her!" he grumbled. And he was right. No tellin'...

During the fight I had hung well back and enjoyed the show. I had been fortunate enough not to have been a victim of her ghastly odor or her violence, so I sat back and let my fellow whites deal with her. Besides, it looked like they really enjoyed themselves. All those pent up years of frustration over having to put up with niggers had finally let loose, and it felt wonderful to them. There was a look of deep satisfaction on quite a few faces, along with a few bruises that would be developing the next day. But they would be worth it. Marks of victory..of a little payback on a huge debt that's owed us. That was one worthless nigger that got taught some manners by her superiors. She didn't like it. Niggers never do. But the next time she passes that bar she'll think twice about entering it, let alone emptying her guts inside as a mark of disrespect. She'll also feel a twinge of fear now, whenever she crosses paths with a white man, because she'll finally realize we're more than capable..and willing to put them all in their place. Civil rights is coming to an end. Yes, that end will be bloody, but it's been a long time coming. But lancing a festering wound always hurts. But in order to heal, you have to do it. The same goes for nations. Civil wrongs must eventually be righted, and sometimes it hurts like hell. But in the end it's the only thing to do...