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Another great thing ruined again by the oversensitive minorities
We dont need gun restrictions, what we need are black restrictions.
Because For-Profit colleges attract all the dumbshits in society (Minorities mostly), which is nice because it keeps them off the real colleges.
At 8/23/13 09:54 PM, Light wrote:At 8/23/13 09:53 PM, Complete wrote: Why dont you go and suck my dick you negro faggot?I wonder how long it will take for you to get banned for that.
I wonder how long it will take before you put on a sun dress and start frolicking around your town like the damn homosexual piece of shit you are?
Why dont you go and suck my dick you negro faggot?
$100 says they are black
Black people are animals.
Asians are by far one of the most soulless, inhumane people to walk this planet.
Many Newgrounders on here love East Asian women because of how submissive they are. In real life, many NG men lack the confidence needed for stronger women. I don't know why people find "Asian women as hot," their general facial features and body features resemble that of a young child, but hey, Newgrounds being full of pedophiles...shocker!
Asians?
No, actually Michael Faraday, a White male, invented the air conditioner we all know and love today. You are just an Anti-White buffoon who presumably cosplays and watches anime and credits any invention to Asians.
At 8/6/12 04:12 PM, Tha-Slaya wrote: Lol, this is awful and you're a terrible writer.
And you probably support diversity
At 8/6/12 06:19 PM, slipknotfan33 wrote: This will probably get locked.
Look out, we are dealing with a badass over here.
Part 5 - Conclusion
The sun was setting in our tracks as we sprinted and then jogged when we were out of breath, to our home. We made it inside shouting "MOM" in hopes she would be home from work, but alas, she wasn't.
"I am going to call 911," Riley said, picking up the phone frantically reaching for the buttons.
"Okay, shame the police never respond!" I responded.
As Riley connected to an operator, I sat down, peering out the window, it was now nighttime, I had just committed a murder. My best friend of years was now in some alleyway letting the flies pick at him. The guilt, despite that animal trying to rape my sister, was overwhelming. All I knew is that my life would be changed forever.
Riley walked into the living room, "Well I called the police, they said they will send a patrol car over."
I peeked through the blinds and out the window again.
"Look, I am sorry, I know you won't forgive me, I am especially sorry for getting you involved," she said to me, approaching from behind.
"I just don't know what you saw in race mixing Riley..."
"It was just..I don't know, I fell for him when he gave me compliments, you were right though, they are all animals underneath," Riley said as she sat down.
I sat down next to her and put my arm around her, "what is done is done, at least you never married the buck right haha?"
She smiled a little bit, until we heard yelling from outside. I jumped up and ran to the window, peering out of it, I saw Tyrone wielding a baseball bat... He had brought two other of his "friends" with him, I never spoke to them, but I have saw them around in school. There was his fellow black friend, Nelson, who was also on the football team and his other friend, Pedro, a druggie who got expelled from his last school.
I yelled to Riley to hop out of the back window in my room and into the small woods behind our neighborhood. She obliged as I heard a smack on the door.
"You dead honkey, DEAD!"
I was ready to follow Riley out when I realized that if we both escape, chances are these thugs would wait around our house and mom would come home to them and maybe get herself killed. Riley was climbing out the window in my room, looking at me. I was panicking, but I signaled her to just go anyways, she paused for a moment but did what I said. Then, I pushed a piece of furniture infront of the door, knowing it would buy maybe a couple of seconds as the door was now being pushed and ripped off its hinges. I figured I would let Riley get a head start and lead the thugs out of here and into the woods so mom can come home safely.
I rushed back into my room, watching the front door collapse as the thugs spotted me in my room. Then, I closed my room's door and hopped out the window. I ran to a nearby tree and watched the thugs slowly break down the second door too. As they entered my room and looked around for me, I waved my hands and yelled to get their attention. They saw me and hopped out of the window too as I sprinted in the opposite direction.
Inhaling and exhaling at a rapid rate, I kept moving tree to tree through the woods, I didn't know where Riley was, or how far they were behind me. I just couldn't do it anymore, I had no more energy, I rested under a tree, hoping to regain my energy. Three non-whites closing in and me, a lone White male. I got up and realized if tonight was my last, it would end with me fighting at the very least. I jogged my way through the woods but then to my horror, I heard voices, I looked behind and saw three figures in the dark coming. Stepping on twigs, they obviously heard me too and began to run. I kept jogging until I moved up a hill and to my surprise, was on a lone, dark street with one lamplight ahead to dim it up a bit. I tried to go faster but my energy was gone. Then I came crashing to the ground when I felt the cold metal bat hit my back. Looking up, I saw Tyrone standing over me with the bat and Pedro and Nelson to the side of him.
Tyrone, with that evil monkey look in his eyes, raised the bat, ready to strike me in the head like I did to his cousin. Suddenly a pair of delicate white hands grabbed the bat and tried to pull it back, they all swung around and saw Riley. Tyrone moved the butt of the bat backed and it hit Riley in the face. She stumbled back as Nelson and Tyrone approached her.
"RILEY NO!" I yelled out as Pedro stood over me.
"No hombre you stay down," he exclaimed, kicking me.
Nelson held her down as Tyrone was unzipping his pants.
"Now bitch where were we before?"
As I was sweating and screaming I saw a pair of headlights in the distance. Not just one pair, but soon two pairs, then three pairs, and even four pairs. They all stopped short in front of us.
I could barely lift my head, but I heard yelling and suddenly the three thugs all raised their hands. I mustered up and saw our saviors, it was not the police, but rather, it was the Ku Klux Klan! There were around 15 armed Klan members pointing their weapons at the thugs.
Then I saw more headlights coming in the distance and even more Klan members got out. It then dawned on me that there was a Klan protest earlier, they must have been on their way home. Two Klan members reached me and helped me up and the three thugs were pushed off to the side. I ran to Riley and hugged her as we both cried.
"Cmon, we got to get you two to safety," said one of the Klansman.
"First can we go back to our home and get our mother?"
"Sure, but this area is hostile to Whites, we must get you three out of here."
"What about those three over there?" I asked, pointing to Tyrone, Nelson and Pedro.
"We be sorry! Just let us go!" Tyrone pleaded.
The Klan member looked at them and looked back at us and said "No worries, they will get along just fine while on display."
Me, Riley and our mother were on the road with the KKK, they had told us there was this safe, all White community in North Dakota and that we would get along just fine. As we drove, I was able to see what America had become. There were shacks along the road, families washing their clothes and bathing in polluted rivers. Finally, we made it to this town, and it was beautiful, on every corner there was practically a White family. Not a non-white in sight, I also saw that it was the KKK whom guarded this town. We were the newest members of this beautiful community and we all managed to fit in.
Epilogue
Fifteen years had passed since we joined this town, I was now 31 years old.
I headed off to a local diner for breakfast with Riley. Walking in, I spotted Riley in a booth and joined her.
"Hello, how are the kids?" she asked.
"Fine, but heh I needed some time away from them and the wife, how is your newborn?"
"Great, but our 2 year old still seems to get jealous of her a lot!"
"Ah well, kids will be kids,"
We both then saw a black male walk into the diner, being that this was still an all-white community, he got a lot of stares. We couldn't kick him out of the community or otherwise the Feds would rain down on us, but that didn't mean we still couldn't use intimidation tactics.
"Sorry, we can't serve you," said the waitress.
"I wanna bite to eat! Dis is my civil rites!"
"We can't serve you, you better go!"
So he sat there in that cafe, as stubborn as a mule.
The waitress then smiled and signaled him to look behind, he turned and saw three Klansmen right behind him
"OH LAWD, I WAS JUST LEAVIN," he said as he got up and ran out of the cafe.
After he left, I looked at Riley and she looked back at me and we just laughed along with the waitress, the Klan members and other patrons.
The End
At 7/26/12 05:01 PM, starwarsjunkie wrote:At 7/24/12 10:45 PM, Complete wrote: Part 4Well, looks who back. I can't say that I was waiting for the next part of your story.
I'm not gonna give you anymore criticism, as everything that was wrong with the first three parts is still wrong here. You should probably seek counselling for your obvious hatred issues. Before you hurt someone.
I think you're just Anti-White. If I made a story except with the races reversed, you would be praising it.
Part 4
I honestly felt like I was in some 1930s noir film as I crept behind mailboxes, bushes and parked cars while keeping my distance from Riley as she continued to walk along. I received all kinds of looks from the neighborhood's mestizos, mulattos, jiggaboos, but I just honestly did not care what they think anymore, not since the incident at school. At a street corner, Riley paused and I leaped behind a row of bushes while carefully peaking between them in hopes Riley did not spot me. She turned around briefly and just stood there.
After a few moments of waiting, her face lit up as we both saw Tyrone crossing the street to her...with Louis. I never knew Louis had a cousin, much less think his cousin was a buck. Even though I opposed my cousin dating a non-white, I was still slightly relieved Lou was basically acting as a chaperone. I mean, Louis isn't like the other blacks, we have been friends since 3rd grade. I certainly know he is responsible and that I can safely place my full trust in him. Nonetheless, mom told me to watch Riley and I had to do it. The three of them chatted up a bit, with Lou standing a bit off to the side as Riley and Tyrone engaged in a conversation. A few minutes passed and soon the three of them began to move down the street with me carefully keeping my distance. The one thing is, Lou knew Riley was my sister, so I wonder what he would say to mewhen I am let back into school?
They arrived into the "town square" after some walking, and much to my surprise, there was a Ku Klux Klan rally being held. I'd say about 50 Klan members all dressed in White were within the rally, I never actually saw this many White people in one place. Of course, you had the usual screaming blacks and mestizos surrounding them. I heard Tyrone yell out "MUTHAFUGIN HONKEYS" with Riley giggling in response. My blood began to boil but I kept my composure.
After even more walking, I saw them enter a movie theater. I stood at the glass doors peering inside, they bought tickets for the premiere movie, they ordered up a large popcorn and a bucket of fried chicken and off they went. I went in and decided that I might as well get a small popcorn. I waited in line behind an obese black woman.
"Can I's get a lemonade?"
"Sure, that will be $15.20"
"Dat be cool, i will jus use my slavery reparations discount coupon!"
"Okay.....it seems like we are having difficulties processing the coupon into the scanner,"
"WHATCHU MEAN? YALL NOT GIBBING ME MY DISCOUNT CAUSE YALL RAYCIS!"
With that, I decided not to listen to this argument and that watching Riley would be the better punishment. I entered the movie theater and immediately spotted them in a middle row, I quickly moved to the very top row, avoiding all the trash and chicken bones littering the isle and sat down. Riley sat in between Tyrone and Louis. Probably not even 10 minutes passed when Tyrone put his arm around Riley. I was already getting mad. Riley smiled a little bit and continued to watch the movie. Not much happened for quite some time, Tyrone behaved himself, perhaps Louis was really keeping him in check. Riley eventually got up, said something and exited the theater. Tyrone and Lou sat relaxed, presumably Riley had to go to the bathroom, but then I saw Tyrone whisper something to Louis with a smile on his face, Louis smiled back and they both got up and left. It all happened so fast, I was left puzzled, but I needed to see what was up, so I followed them out.
When I entered the lobby, through the glass doors I saw Tyrone with his arm wrapped around Riley with Louis walking behind them. Riley wasn't smiling anymore, she looked a bit nervous. I charged across the lobby and slammed on the handle to the glass door. I was outside and quickly went to their direction. But they were gone. Panicking, I was ready to start screaming Riley's name. However, I saw a secluded alleyway. I ran down it and there was another adjacent alleyway, and I heard a lot of muffling noises, I peaked around it and saw Riley on her back with Tyrone covering her mouth and Louis trying to lift Riley's shirt. I broke down inside for a second but quickly looked for anything to save her with, I couldn't abandon her, so I figured a lone brick about a meter behind me would do the trick. I grabbed it, shot down the alleyway they were in, they were so focused on trying to rape her that they didn't initially notice me. As I charged up to them, Louis looked up and for a brief second, looked scared. I didn't know whether he was scared or not, because the brick collided with his skull so hard that he fell on the ground with a blank expression. The poor brick was broken in half. Tyrone released Riley's mouth and jumped to Louis....he was dead.
Riley got up and crawled to me, hugging me.
"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK?!" Tyrone screamed as he looked on his dead cousin.
He got up and began walking to me, I pushed Riley off to the side. He kept walking and walking, giving me the stink eye.
"You killed my cousin Whitey? Well you are gonna get fucked!"
There was no way I could take on Tyrone, he stood at 6'4 and was on my school's football team. I heard a click and Tyrone stumbled to his knees, behind him Riley stood with a chunk of the brick. Although she did not clob him as good as I did to Louis, she still saved my life. Tyrone got back up and looked dazed, he then bolted passed me and out of the alleyway.
She ran up to me and hugged me, crying.
"I am sorry," she said.
"Riley...what happened?"
"I got out of the bathroom and they both came up to me and told me they wanted to show me something, I didn't know what but something in my heart told me not to follow and I-" she continued to sob as I held her.
I looked on at Lou's corpse. It then dawned on me that no matter how "White" a black person acts or looks, no matter how much they seemingly behave, you can not ever tame a wild animal by throwing it in a suit or sending it off to school or giving it some office job.
"Shit, RILEY! Tyrone might want to get revenge on us!"
She looked up at me horrified and whispered "He knows where we live..."
We both stared at each other, terrified and soon found ourselves running home in hopes of preserving what we have left.
(Next part will be the conclusion)
At 7/18/12 05:02 PM, brokenrecord6299 wrote: He's done a lot for Africa. Happy birthday.
Yeah, handed a thriving nation over to the blacks, to which they ruined.
Part 3
"Brandon, I am very disappointed in you," my mother reminded me as she glared at me while setting the table, "you're in school to get an education, not start fights."
I simply was exhausted to defend myself, it wouldn't have done any good anyways. I sat down at the table with Riley taking a seat across from me. She constantly made eye contact with me, perhaps sensing my concealed rage. We began to eat the small amount of food placed before us.
"So Brandon what did you say to the teacher?" Riley asked smirking.
"Riley, enough," My mother replied sternly.
We resumed eating with the T.V blaring in the background, with all that went on today, I just simply wanted to relax and take my mind off the mudshark sitting across from me and my suspension.
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"The Ku Klux Klan continues to stage protests around the country regarding the so called issue of Anti-White bias," the reporter said.
In an interview with notorious White Supremacist Klan member, who wished us not to reveal his name, he had this to say "Everywhere, from the Federal Government to the State Governments, Whites are treated second to non-whites, our goal is to push for White Rights an-
"Well that is all the time we have, hopefully this hate group will realize soon Whites are over privileged and this is just non-whites catching up, coming up next, don't miss an episode of Ghetto Booties where Shaniqua gets disrespected!"
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I refocused my attention back to Mom when she told me to clean the dishes after dinner as punishment. I nodded my head and the rest of dinner was pretty quiet.
I stood over the moldy kitchen sink, rinsing and scrubbing the plates. Riley walked in, I glanced up at her and resumed cleaning. She crept over to me until she stood right next to me.
"Yes?"
"What is wrong? You keep ignoring me, you barely said a word to me walking home from school and you keep flashing me the stink eye like a black person does," Riley said, giggling.
"Yeah, you should especially know what a black person does."
"What?"
I continued to clean the dishes as she stood next to me looking at me. Her expression melted from playful to confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you kissing that black person,"
Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. I slammed the plate I was cleaning down, reminded of what I saw earlier. "You are a mudshark Riley, how could you? All of our lives we were mugged, beaten and threatened by these savages and you go out and date one? What is next Riley, marriage?" I stood over her, advancing onto her while she backed up, "Is that what you will do, will you bring one of them back home and have kids? You are going to destroy our family because you have jungle fever, is that it you worthless mudshark!? Is it not enough that they destroyed our community?" I began yelling.
Tears swelled in her eyes as I stopped advancing onto her and moved back to cleaning the dishes, hoping she would take the hint and leave.
"Brandon listen they aren't all bad, that guy you saw...his name was Tyrone. He is really sweet, he compliments me and h-"
"HE WANTS TO GET INTO YOUR PANTS!" I burst out into a rage, "THAT IS WHAT ALL THESE BLACK THUGS WANT TO DO! HE DOESN'T LIKE YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE, THE BLACK MIND IS DRIVEN ON PRIMITIVE INSTINCTS!"
She started to cry, "Why can't you just accept him?"
"Go on, date him then, marry him. I don't care, you're not my sister anymore, you race traitor whore!"
Riley looked up at me horrified, and I looked at her like she was a rat. She ran out of the kitchen and I picked up the plate and scrubbed off a piece of dirt.
The next day I was doing chores around the house as punishment for my suspension. My mother brought Riley back home from school due to my absence.
"Okay Riley, hope you have fun," my mother said as they both walked in.
Riley ran past me and into her room, excited. Whatever happened, she was definitely over the argument we had yesterday. My mother had a cheerful look on her face, which turned straight when she looked at me.
"Brandon, listen, I need you to do something," she stated, "Riley told me a boy asked her out on a date and I told her she could go,"
She caught my interest..."She said the boy's cousin will be there with them to watch them, but Riley is my daughter, so do you think you could follow them to make sure she is safe? Of course, don't make your presence known, Riley will think I am way too overprotective."
I honestly wanted to tell my mom that the boy was black, but for some reason I just couldn't. I felt it would change everything and make my mom depressed. I agreed to go.
I am just glad I am not a filthy spear chucker
Part 2
Walking into the school, I found my locker spray painted...again. This time, it read "White boy." I gathered my books and folders and began to head towards class.
"Brandon!"
"Hey Lou, ready for the History test?"
"Yeah, I have been cramming yesterday, then I fell asleep before News Years Day came!" Exclaimed Louis as we walked to History class.
As we made our way into the classroom, a few of the bucks in the back began to shout "UNCLE TOM" at Lou. We ignored them and took our seats in the very front. Although Louis was a black boy, he was not well liked by his own people because he acted "White," according to the entire black population.
Mr. Goldstein, our teacher, handed out the tests and we were all required to hand it in 20 minutes later. Afterwards, the usual Anti-White lecture began. My face began to turn red, not out of embarrassment because I was the only White student in the classroom, but because I am tired of being told how evil my race is. My anger was spilling out...
"So who can tell me about Civil Rights in the U.S during the early 1900s?"
A coal-black buck at the back raised its paw, "well at dat time dey was scared of da black man cuz we is tougher n smartar den da closed minded crackers but den we took control baby n now we is doin better"
"Very true," said Mr. Goldstein
"scumbag" I muttered
"What was that Brandon?"
"You heard me, every day it is the SAME SHIT, EVERY DAY!" As I said these words, I couldn't imagine what I have just did to myself, but I might as well go through with it since I said it, "All we EVER learn about is slavery and the civil rights movement and how mistreated blacks were, stop PINNING every DAMN problem on my race!"
There was whispering and background chatter among the classroom as Lou looked up at me shocked.
"Brandon, cool it with the language!" Mr. Goldstein shot back.
"Yeah, but you weren't saying that to Tyrone when he called us closed minded crackers," I responded.
"Brandon enough, you're coming off as a racist right now. Whites made plenty of mistakes in the past, just acknowledge them,"
"How about you acknowledge the mistakes of OTHER RACES! YOU WON'T, YOU'RE A FUCKING RACIST TO WHITE PEOPLE MR. GOLDSTEIN!"
The class, for once, was completely silent.
Well now I found myself in the waiting room to the Dean. School was over in an half an hour so thankfully, I just had to find my punishment out and I would be off on my way home. The door opened up, and local thug Verocke stepped out.
"Remember, this is your last warning Verocke, bring another weapon to school and you will receive a General Detention," the Dean said as their brown hands shook each other.
The Dean gestured me in and I took a seat infront of his desk. He sat down behind his desk, he was bald headed, had a giant mole under his eye, and as pretentious as he tried to sound, he always came off with that thick Black dialect.
"Well Brandon, I was told you cursed and threatened Mr. Goldst-"
"I DID NOT THREATEN HIM, I JUST SAID I AM SICK OF HIM SPEAKING AGAINST MY RACE!"
"Brandon calm down, now I don't care what you tell me, Mr. Goldstein has worked here for 20 years and has been honored by the NAACP, however, since this is your first time in here, you will only have to serve a two day out of school suspension, we're done here"
"Fine I need a vacation from this third world," I whispered as I got up.
"What was that?"
Back in the hallways, I looked at the time and I realized school ended 10 minutes ago. Riley was probably wondering where I was. I jogged down the hall way and slowed down around a corner when I happened to see Riley halfway down the hall talking with a black guy. I couldn't hear what they were saying. But she looked down at her watch, looked worried. What came next horrified me, it made what Mr. Goldstein did earlier look like nothing.
Riley looked back up at the black guy and gave him a kiss on the lips and she walked away.
I stood there for a moment...Then I focused again and headed outside of the school and took a shortcut.
Somehow, I made it to the spot before Riley did and I saw her coming down the steps.
"Sorry I am late, I had to help my teacher clean up the art room," she said as we began to walk home together, with me still in shock.
I wasn't sure what was going on with Riley, is she really a mudshark? It was at that moment I looked at her and I didn't see my sister, but rather, someone cold and isolated away from my family....
I nodded at her, I couldn't say anything yet, it was obvious she didn't want me to know. How would I bring this up to her? Or worse, how could I tell my mother that Riley is with one of the very people who destroyed White America?
At 7/9/12 02:05 AM, DeftAndEvil wrote:
So please, for the love of God, don't make four more parts until most (if not all) of these issues have been corrected or at least addressed.
Yeah, this part was mostly just to open up on the type of world I want you to envision and to set it up. There will be more character development and a plot will properly develop in the next parts.
The year is 2050
The United States has been completely changed and is one of the poorest nations in the world.
Whites now make up less than 10% of the American population.
6:30 a.m.
"Ugh!" I muttered as I emerged from my bed, throwing aside the hole-ridden, tangled blanket. Slamming the off button on the alarm, I stepped into the cold shower, got dressed and headed towards the kitchen. Our house isn't very big, it was a small, one floor home. The dining room and kitchen were combined together, the room attached to it was the living room and off to the side of the living room were three doors. One of these doors is my bedroom, the other door is where my sister Riley and my mom Keller sleep. The final door led to a bathroom, just a shower hose attached to a wall and a stained toilet.
"Good morning Brandon," my Mother said as I sat down.
"Good morning, happy New Years by the way!" I said hoping to bring some excitement to an otherwise typical, dull morning.
My sister Riley, who is 14, sat at the table next to me slowly eating two pieces of toast infront of her.
"This is not going to be a happy New Years for me, I wish we didn't have to go back to school today!" Exclaimed Riley, sharing my laziness as well.
The T.V was playing all this time, as it sat on the counter. I decided to take notice of it to get my mind off the fact that the break from school had ended.
"And once again, thanks to improvements in technology, we have managed to get the Census done swiftly and early this year, here are the results, the American population has reached 474 million! Among all these people, Blacks make up a whopping 30%! However, they still remain behind the Hispanics who make up 45%! Both races continue to skyrocket, as well as do the Asians to a lesser degree at 18%. Meanwhile, those old timey White folks continue to plummet and are now at 7%! Well, I hope you White folks realize you had this coming!" the Mulatto news caster said cheerfully.
To say I didn't get angry was wrong, why was my race so belittled? We lived in fear, I always had to walk Riley to school after once she was attacked by a group of Black and Hispanic girls a few years back. My father worked for a construction company under a black boss. It was real stressful I heard, he would come home every day exhausted, beaten down. He just wanted to sleep. When I was 9 years old, my mother told me he died. Apparently, the black boss wanted to save money by not using the correct materials in setting up a wall, not sure about the details exactly, all I know is that the wall somehow ended up on my father's skull.
"Cmon Brandon we have to go to school," Riley said, as he picked up her backpack.
"Yeah, c'ya mom!" And with that, we both headed out of the door.
From across the street, a 2048 Lexus pulled into the drive thru and a black mother with her four young kids popped out, bringing the grocery bags into their three-floor home. I think I saw one of the mother's many food stamps fall out of her purse. Me and Riley continued down the cracked sidewalk, to seeing the usual black women fighting each other and pulling their hair, and an obese Hispanic man on his front porch with his hand down his pants as he observed the fight. Many of the houses were utterly broken, paint was peeling, the roofs were clearly damaged. To be fair, our house was the same way, but it wasn't always like that. Back when my father was still alive, every Sunday, when he was off, we would go around the house to fix it up. Our house might have been small, but it certainly was beautiful.
Riley hugged onto me as our eyes met a group of teenage blacks doing drugs across the street, they were all watching Riley with lust in their dreaded, black eyes. Despite all these so called distractions, we completed our two mile walk to Jesse Jackson High School. It was a long walk for me, but there was no other alternative, my mom didn't own a car, the school bus was reserved for children of color because they are apparently underprivileged. As we walked up to the High School, the two cops checked our IDs and opened up the gate. Our school was encased behind a 7 foot concrete wall with barbed wire on top, usually with a couple of guards patrolling the perimeter. It was hellish, as we entered through the gate, a wave of ebonics flushed past my eyes. All around, there were groups of blacks and hispanics chatting amongst each other (Though in a loud manner). I told Riley to meet me here after school, she nodded and I walked in....
(This will be a Five Part series)
At 6/27/12 05:37 PM, Powerage wrote:At 6/27/12 04:47 PM, Complete wrote:
I like how all of your posts are about how much you hate minorities, and that you actually believe that anyone who isn't as anti-minority as you are is "Anti-White."
You'll certainly go far in life son, oh yes you will!
I am just a balance to all the White bashing that goes on.
Newgrounds is very Anti-White. I am willing to bet most of the people on here are spoiled teens who grew in White neighborhoods and have NO IDEA what it is like to live amongst non-whites.
Go for it.
Oh look, another topic in which young, White NG teens kiss black ass.
Learn to be proud of your own fucking race. You honestly look pathetic when you worship blacks.
At 5/13/12 02:42 AM, davohsaurus wrote: He's using his belief system and freedom of speech to aid in robbing other people of their "god" given rights.
That's the issue here.
You can have all the free speech you want, but when you talk about taking marriage away simply based on that then you're basically just giving a hate speech.
You're an idiot.
Listen, I agree with you man 100%.
But Newgrounds is libtard heaven, they literally ALL love blacks and think they are little angels.
At 4/18/12 06:15 PM, bgraybr wrote:At 4/18/12 06:07 PM, Complete wrote: liberalsThose are some rather bold generalizations.
live in a fantasy world
LIBERALS
many NG users are druggies.
liberal logic
liberals have a hard time factoring in reality
bleeding heart liberal morons
California is going bankrupt having to pay billions for anchor babies
liberal logic
They are truths, out of all the political beliefs I ever encountered, modern liberalism by far is the most illogical, ridiculous one to date.
it really amazes me that the liberals on Newgrounds (and in general) live in a fantasy world in their own minds that life by the border is all grand and dandy and the illegals just come here, work hard and quote on quote "do the jobs Americans don't want to do"
HEY LIBERALS, that is not how it works, AT ALL. First off, lets point to the drug cartels, as a result of all these illegals coming in, it is getting very harder to stop the drug war from spilling into the USA too. Already drug smugglers are crossing the border and going as far as New England. But then again, many NG users are druggies.
Lets focus on the high crime rate, remember in the news of the 5 year old girl who was raped by an illegal immigrant? Sure, liberal logic dictates that "rape will happen no matter what" but you fail to realize the crime rate among illegal aliens is very high for reasons like identity theft, sexual crimes, etc.
And my favorite "they do the jobs Americans don't want to do." Americans CAN do the job if they paid more than one fucking dollar per hour. You see, liberals have a hard time factoring in reality, they are emotional-driven, not factual driven. The purpose of a business is to make money, so why hire Americans when you can just crush the wages down a lot and hire illegal aliens? There are many Americans who can work on farms if we didn't have illegals suppressing the wages.
Illegal aliens demonstrate to go to college with in state tuition, they demand the ability to vote, these parasites BROKE IMMIGRATION laws and then demand that you cater them, and yet you bleeding heart liberal morons do so anyways. And don't even get me started on how illegals avoid paying taxes.
California is going bankrupt having to pay billions for anchor babies, but hey, liberal logic says "we have infinite money, lets invite the whole world into the USA"
At 4/17/12 12:05 AM, ngman7 wrote:At 4/16/12 11:49 PM, Complete wrote:
Some blacks date and marry Asians.
yeah but they are black so who cares
