After this encounter, I drove across town to a dollar store to pick up a couple of items I can't find anyplace else. Once in line at the check stand I noticed that I was just one of a long line of whites trying to pay for their stuff and get out of there. Unfortunately, the checker was another big, fat, ass-ugly niggah ho, with plenty of attitude to go around. We've all seen them; the ones with their noses in the air, and a haughty expression on their hateful faces. Well, this one was typical of her breed. She took her sweet assed time checking out each white, driving all of us to distraction. And she was loving it. I asked her to call for another checker since we were backed up severely, but the ho ignored me! Then another white guy asked her, and she ignored him as well. This really pissed us off, but what could we do..stomp her shit? Everyone sure wanted to. You could see it in their eyes as they silently glared at the bitch. Then behind me, after a good twenty minutes of waiting in line had passed, several groups of niggers got in line, replete with their mobs of unruly, screaming chimplets. The little bastards proceeded to tear into the candy rack, taking bites out of this and that, as if they owned the stinking thing. It made us whites irate, but we couldn't say shit about it. Then the black bitch at the check stand saw the niggers. She immediately called for another checker! When I finally got up to the counter, I jumped her shit. I said, "Why the hell did you ignore us when we asked for another checker?" She gave me a haughty, evil grin and replied, "Hey man, dey wuzzn't enuff people in line fo' dat!" My mouth gaped open in shock. What a bitch! My friend Brent was with me, and I said to him very loudly, "Now you see why I seldom shop here! They don't know how to hire decent help!"
The white customers all guffawed, but the coons in line just glared at me, always and forever sticking up for one o' dey sistazz' no matter what. Her behavior is so typical of niggers all over the country, that whites are becoming almost psychopathic with their hate for these apes...On the way home I had to drive through Fresno street. It connects with my street, and there's just no avoiding it. Unfortunately, over the past two years, Fresno street has been transformed from a quiet, clean, well kept street to a nasty, trash strewn no-man's-land of junk cars, weeds, trash, graffiti, and lowlifes. When you drive down the street, you have to swerve to the right and left like a frigging obstacle course because of all the crap in the way. The niggers moved in first. There's a greedy rag-head landlord who owns several of the houses on the street, and he doesn't care who he rents to, just as long as he gets paid. We warned him repeatedly not to rent to niggers and wetbacks, but he's a stinking mud himself and sees nothing wrong with living like cockroaches. So first it was just one nigger ho and her three niglets. Of course they immediately started in with the usual nigger shit. Loud-ass rap music at all hours, cars parked in the middle of the street, trash barrels knocked over and the trash blowing all over the street, uncut lawns, weeds, old sofas tossed out on the front lawn, coon boyfriends and relatives having wild nigger parties, breaking into cars nearby when they get stoned enough, and cops being called out there constantly. Yep, typical...
And that was only one.. I told Brent right then that it was the beginning of the end for Fresno Street, because that's how niggers invade a decent area. They move in one family of ghetto trash, which forces the white neighbors to move out to stop getting robbed constantly by the new neighbors. Then another pack of coons takes their place at a cheaper rent. Then another white family moves, and so on, and so on until within a very short time they've taken over the street, just like they did Fresno. I dodged portable basketball hoops, manned continually by buck niggers who dance around in the middle of the street as if it were a court. They block traffic and flat refuse to move out of the way. At night they hold crack and booze parties right in the middle of the street, making the locals afraid to even drive by. There's always busted glass, 2X4's with nails in them deliberately put there to give flats, and even old tires...Then the wetbacks came, taking all the surrounding houses when the remaining whites had finally had enough and moved out as well. And now Fresno Street is a nasty, filth strewn danger zone where no white in his right mind would dare walk after dark. I'm sure you can all guess what happened to the property values of the surrounding houses thanks to these bastards. Stray dogs abound, as well as feral cats because once a neighborhood is taken over, all the other muds use it for a dump for their old furniture, fridges, and pets. Whenever a mud moves and discovers the new place won't take pets, He never takes them to the Humane Society. That would cost money to do the right thing! So instead the poor animals are tossed out in the street to fend for themselves in this heat. Consequently we have tons of feral cats crapping everywhere, raiding trash cans, and breeding like rats...
To Be Continued...