One of the things I enjoy about the area where I live is that I can park on the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean and watch Humpback Whales feeding....there's a favorite spot where I like to go that is easily accessible, but almost never crowded, where I can park my car and watch the whales come in close to shore and lunge-feed...

Great whale-watching conditions today, and I'm happily watching and admiring 5-6 humpbacks swimming around and feeding less than 1/3 mile from shore...I have my eyes glued to my binoculars and I'm just admiring the scene, feeling the ocean breeze on my face and hair, and smelling the fresh salty ocean air....it's so quiet that even 1/3 mile away, I can clearly hear the whales blowing...just a beautful, tranquil "Zen moment" watching these huge creatures in God's playground, doing their thing....

Then --- you guessed it --- after about 30 minutes of this beautful scene, a Nigger mobile pulls up about 20 feet from my car, and out spills a 30yr old or so chunky-looking Lo'Qweeshuh Niggappotomus, with its Ghetto 3-color hairstyle piled high on its head and gaudily painted claws and clashy clothing (purple blouse with leopard pattern tight pants, a multicolored scarf and high heels that showed its long paw claws painted in the same gaudy colors as it fingernails), jabbering noisily at her Nigger buck companion to hurry outta the car and "take sum pictures of me, Muthafuggah!"

They obviously don't notice the whales, and seemed only concerned about snapping a shot or two of the blinged-out sow with the coastal scenery in the background...I keep my silence so that they wont linger longer...just want them to take their photos and leave, pronto... She yammers at her boon, "Yo sure yo gots the scenery in da shot, nigga? Daym, make sure yo gets me in the shot right, know-wudaym-seyin? Damn nigga, hurry up!" And so-on....Air filled with Ebonics-laden jibber-jabber, punctuated with cuss words...

It just breaks the tranquil mood to hear this sow cussing and ordering her slovenly buck around as they get her posing for several quick shots...I just keep my eyes glued to my binoculars, following the whales, and cussing under my breath hoping the niggers would hurry up and leave....then after a few minutes which seemed like an eternity, the sow waddles back to the nig-mobile, the car starts up with a blast of cuss-filled hard-thumping rap music, and they drive off to wherever else they were going, leaving me again alone on the bluff, at tranquil peace with the whales...

An otherwise beautiful afternoon, briefly marred by niggers...but after they left, I enjoyed another hour of so of my special solace and communion with the whales...the memory of the niggers faded fast after they were gone...nature washes the soul clean....