I sat next to him, drinking a huge tumbler of the same tea. My grandmother had a secret way of making the drink that made it highly addictive. Hell, you couldn't stop guzzling the stuff. I always left her place waterlogged from too much of her tea. And she made it in huge batches so as not to run out. She always had this shit eating grin on her face as she made it. I don't know what she put in it, or what her secret was, but everyone that ever had any wanted a refill..then another. Anyway, there we sat, watching these two bucks beat the snot out of each other, when I turned to him and said, "Ok Grampa. Time to fess up. What the devil is so fascinating about boxing? Why do you love it so much?" He turned to me, took a huge swig of tea, then pointed back to the screen. "Tell me what you see there son." I see two stupid looking niggers beating the shit out of each other." He just nodded and smiled, and went back to watching. That's when it all became clear. You see, Grampa was a Fundamentalist minister all of his life. He preached love and forgiveness seven days a week. But deep down he despised niggers and everything about them, and he really despised liberals. And although like all the rest of his kind he didn't have a clue about the Jews, he was batting a thousand on all the rest of our enemies. "Well I'll be dipped in shit!" I exclaimed. He turned and glared at me, giving me one of his famous withering stares that could kill a bird in flight. "So that's it!" I grinned like a dog that's found an unwatched platter of steaks. It all made sense now. He loved watching two coons beating the hell out of each other. I had to hand it to him. I couldn't think of a better sport anywhere. It was the perfect vent for a man that couldn't say shit if he had a mouthful, and it wouldn't hurt his reputation. He couldn't get even with them for all the trouble they caused him and everyone else he knew, but he could enjoy the sight of them getting stomped in the comfort and safety of his livingroom, and it was perfectly socially acceptable to his congregation and anyone else that happened along. What a scam...

And the more I thought about it, the more I had to agree with him. And although I wasn't bound by the same constraints he was, and had stomped more than my fair share of worthless apes, boxing was a good way to release any remaining tensions I had left over. After all, you can't stomp just one and be satisfied..lol. So the following Monday night found me glued to my own TV, watching a different pair of coons going at it. And no matter who lost the fight, I won. That's because even the winner was beat to shit, and no matter who the loser was, it was a worthless nigger who no doubt richly deserved every punch...

I still watch boxing matches once in a while. Not enough to follow who's who, but enough to know that I still enjoy it, especially after an encounter with some smart-assed nigger in a grocery store or on the street. "The sport of kings" it's called. Personally I think it's a spectator sport entirely, and for whites only. I grinned to myself. Perhaps that was the whole secret of boxing industry. A way for the white race to get even. I like to think so. After all, it is a victimless crime..lol. The other sports are worthless. They used to be fun, but that was before the kikes replaced the real athletes with porch monkeys. They keep on just enough whites to give them the excuse that it's not a racist industry, but everyone knows it is. Niggers rule American sports. It's a know fact among whites that niggers are way too stupid to excel in any other industry, but in sports you don't have to have the IQ of a turnip, just be strong and fast. That's why you can drive through any ghetto and see a mob of niglets shooting hoops in some parking lot, all dreaming of being NBA stars and screwing white wimmins and sporting all dat bling-bling. Can I get a yazzuuuh? They're too stupid to know that the odds of any of them ever making it are even lower than getting struck my a meteor. Most will end up dead, or in prison, or selling crack for a living instead. That's because despite the fact they're genetically idiots, they are also intrinsically lazy and thieving. This makes them unwanted for even the lowliest of jobs out there. Nobody wants to hire a lazy, thieving nigger that you can't fire once you've hired him without the NAACP suing your ass off for being a "racist muthafuggin' crackah". They're hoisted on their own petard...

Anyway, even to this very day, many years after Grampa's death, I still occasionally watch a boxing match..if the fighters are both niggers. There's just something about seeing a pair of those big, hateful nigger lips being smashed to hamburger that does my soul good. It somehow gives me hope for the future of this screwed up world. We've finally found something a nigger's actually good at..getting his ass stomped. It's truly the sport of kings...

My hatred of these apes is thoroughly justified, as it is for all of us, though to hear our enlightened kike media spew it, anyone that doesn't turn a blind eye to their evil is a bigot and racist. So be it. I'm both, and damned proud of it. It means I've got my head out of my ass, and am seeing the world as it really is. And that Mister Jew, is a fact. Put that up your monster hooked nose and snort it!

Yesterday I was sickened by a news report on Fox about a famous..and priceless historical site in Nevada that was destroyed over the weekend by a God cursed wetback. The evil son of a bitch had gone into the famous ancient prehistoric cave paintings at Red Rock Canyon and sprayed red graffiti all over them, completely destroying them with his gang affiliation marks and his worthless initials. Then, like the cockroach he is, he scurried back to some filthy barrio, where he is no doubt smoking meth and trying to knock up another Mestizo slut. If I could get my hands on that turd, I'd squeeze his neck until his head popped off like a Pez dispenser. The liberal media is refusing to report the epidemic of wetback vandalism going on all over our country, as these cockroaches infest more and more of our sacred homeland. And everywhere they go they are defacing and destroying our national landmarks and treasures on a scale that should outrage every white American. One of the things that are disappearing the fastest are all the bronze plaques commemorating historical battles and events. These parasites are prying them loose, and in some cases using sledgehammers to remove them to break them up and sell them. And when the cops get lucky enough to catch one they just deport his worthless ass because of Obama's "love the invader" policy, and in a week he's right back here, tearing up another one. We should have a law making it a shoot on sight offense to deface one...

On a brighter note:
I was walking past a store this week when three of the niggeriest looking niggers that ever flapped a lip came out of it, and every one of them was as black as a tar baby, dressed all in black, and wearing (what else?) those baggy gangsta pants and shirts with the phoney bling. To add insult to Aryan injury, each one of them was walking with that chimpanzee gait you see when they try to walk with one had always holding onto their dork. Each one of them was gripping it as if it might fall off if they let go, and they tried to look cool while doing it. If a white man walked around holding his pud, they'd lock his ass up as a pervert. But hey! It's a brutha! (Gag me with a backhoe)...

They were posing for the public, making those nigger hateful scowls and jutting their lips way out there as if they were proud to look like a duck billed platypus. Their expensive(and no doubt stolen) Nikes were unlaced of course, and they were trying not to trip when they walked. It was all I could do not to bust out laughing my ass off right there. I wanted to roll on the ground, pointing at the funny monkeys like a damned kid. The sight was so ridiculous! But I managed, through a Herculean effort, not to laugh, and managed to make it to my truck and leave. But Fate wasn't going to let me off the hook that easy, oh no! She had other plans for this bozo. I stopped off in a donut shop to pick up tomorrow's dose of cholesterol, when I was accosted by a sight I've never seen before. A Negress came strutting in the store with two little niglets in tow. She was your average looking ho. Ugly as sin and twice as stinky. It was the kids that blew my doors off. One of them had an Afro that made Jimi Hendrix look like a freaking cue ball! I've never seen so much coon fuzz! And it was sticking up and out every which a way, looking like someone had set a firecracker off in a giant's armpit... And every time that little wog turned its head, that hair would dust the counter! The other one was almost as bad. Man, I'd have killed for a photo! But after I once again choked back an absolutely atomic guffaw, with my eyes bugging from the effort, I ran to my truck, opened the door, jammed my head inside and let loose of the longest guffaw I've ever yelled. I laughed til I cried. God's beard, where did these coons come from? For the first time in a long time, niggers had made me laugh. Their abject stupidity can be an absolute riot at times. But they'll never know what you're talking about, just "axe" one..lol...

Regardless of the humor they can cause, it's not worth all the grief they bring with it. We must separate ourselves from these parasites at all costs. Now that would be something worth laughing about...