Originally posted by: AlienCraft
Originally posted by: notfred
Black people are going to make me racist against them. My car was stolen by a black man. I was attacked by four black men outside my apartment. Sh!t like this happens to people on here...
Fvck, I know it's not politically correct, but hell, I'm not building a very good track record here. I had no experience at all with black people before I moved to Sacramento. There just weren't any black people where I grew up, but now... sh!t.
I hear you loud and clear.
My grandfather was murdered by a black p.o.s. who used the crackhead daughter of the lady who used to clean his house she was also black to get him to disarm and open the security door.. There were 2 more people with them also black, 1 male , 1 female under 18. The guy who hit him and dragged him around the house died in jail recently.
My grandfather died after they took off from a massive coronary. He probably was so pissed off that he let this punk get the drop on him. Before robbing him, this mistake of DNA, dragged him from room to room forceing him to open drawers to prove there was no secret stash of cash.
The black cvnt who tricked him into putting his pistol away and to let her have a drink of water is still in . At first she wanted some JACK DaNIELs that he used to hide from my Uncle , under the sink. The youngest girl is the only one eligble for parole in this decade, iirc.
These murdering thieves robbed another person that night and tried several others before slithering underground for two weeks.
They busted the case when a State Run Liquor store operater reported that one of their clients had just started making a lot of purchases of Liquor with change. Lots and lots of Change. They had stolen an old moonshine jug he would fill with change he would buy from the bank, just to let my nephews reroll it and keep it. Her prints were all over it. She squealed on the rest of them like the little rat-pig she is. They rooted him out of an abandoned house out in the woods of rural South Carolina, where he had been holed up, smokin his crack and living like a dog.
He walked into the Pen , bragging how he was a Murderer , so watch out. One of the guards there, who knows my brother, told a few of the older inmates what the FACTS were. It is possible to be a bad ass murderer and still be punked out in prison, despite what one may have heard.