Archie Bunker #racist niggermania.net

Wow. It's been several years since I've posted here. Time flies far too quickly.

I was once a member of the black diversity cult. White guilt caused my well-meaning mother to fill us with pro-nigger prejudice. Over the years, constantly being terrorized, disappointed, annoyed, and victimized by blacks took all that imposed good will and whittled it away until there was nothing left. I was prejudiced to accept blacks, then cruel reality forced me to abandon that position in a painstakingly-reasoned process fully based on experience and facts, not prejudice. In fact, I DETEST prejudice with every ounce of my being.

From the 7th to 10th grades, I played football. I lived in one of the nicest big city neighborhoods in the nation, but my junior high and high schools served both my area and a big chunk of the wrong side of the tracks. I was the only person in my neighborhood that had black friends - mostly my teammates. The first time I had a bunch of them over for pool party and cookout, they stole almost everything they could get their hands on (we were still noticing things missing a year later), made a thousand times more noise than necessary, acted like animals, and KEPT COMING BACK unannounced and uninvited, sometimes with their families in tow!!! They even stole Mom's Oil of Olay! I mean, WTH? We'd had guests from our neighborhood innumerable times and they were always well-mannered and certainly never stole anything.

Mom made a hundred excuses for them, telling me stories about how the slave ships would open up and dump them into the sea when the authorities showed up. How that had anything to do with those beasts in 1982 tearing up our patio furniture and acting stunningly entitled and rude while we served them the best food they've ever eaten was beyond me, though. One thing I'll never forget - they freaked out like motherfuckers on Stouffer's Mac and Cheese to the point of physically fighting over the residue in the pan.

The resulting unpleasantness messed up our team chemistry, and fortunately (LOL) I was horribly injured a short time later and was unable to play ball anymore. That led to new, much better associations (long-haired heavy metal stoner freaks, mostly) who always treated our property with respect and turned out to be great friends I still see today. Instead of being an asshole jock forced to consort (and shower!) with niggers, I instead went on a Motley Crue-style party rampage that lasted thru college with zero serious problems. Thank goodness I got hurt.

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