My 2000th post: Why I stopped being a nigger lover.

[DJ StoopNig]

Friends,

For the better part of today I was looking for something special to write for my 2,000th post on chimpout.com. A moment ago my topic was unexpectedly given to me when a new member PM'ed me the following:

i read in a post u ,ade that u used to be a niggalover but now ur not...
i am a paki..i used to also act like nig and be a r...but..yes..they can be lil fucked up..
very opportunistic
why was u a niggerlover at first?
y do u not like them now? and if it is cos of wat they did - wat did they do?

My parents raised me to believe that the only difference between races was skin color, and I accepted this as absolute truth. Even though I had witnessed plenty of TNB and had even been violently assaulted by a gang of them when I was a teen (for absolutely no reason they jumped me from behind and beat me till I was nearly unconscious), I still held the belief that we were all equal and that blacks just needed a little break, some patience, and some kindness.

I was so sure of this that I treated negroids as honored guests in my home, and trusted them completely and unreservedly. I dated a few black girls, and I lived in a largely black neighborhood. I wasn't a wigger at all; I was a successful college educated liberal who truly thought that we could all get along if the whites would extend a peaceful offering of nonjudgmental friendship.

I even used to give whites hell for making jokes about blacks, and I often called my fellow humans racists and ignorant if they dared to hold black people responsible for their own actions.

Moving into that neighborhood was a real eye opener.

Even my liberal friends told me I was nuts for being there but I was so naive that I responded to them by saying things like, "This can't be a bad neighborhood...look there are women walking down the street half naked by themselves after dark and they are not the least bit afraid...". Of course, those women were prostitutes but I didn't know that!

At first the beasts responded favorably to me. They brought over housewarming gifts (usually pot, sometimes crack cocaine) and were genuinely shocked when I refused to smoke it. One woman (I'll call her Boniqua) was 35 yrs old, had five kids but couldn't remember their names, and had spent the last five years in a federal prison on some drug trafficking charge. She told me that she was a prostitute with a severe crack addiction and I believed her because she had very little short term memory and would often repeat the same things over and over. She offered her body to me for free time and again and was shocked that I wasn't interested.

Boniqua brought over her downlow cousin (I'll call him Tyrone) who also offered himself to me (along with some crack cocaine of course) and they couldn't understand why I wouldn't take part in a crack induced sex party with either or with both of them.

I was starting to get a little unnerved by the overall weirdness of their culture, their sexual promiscuity, and the pervasive lack of decency and morals that were so representative of this subculture. Could the stereotypes be true? I began to obsessively lock and re lock my doors and windows.

One day Tyrone stopped by with some friend of his to say hello, and I went out of the room for a moment. When I came back unexpectedly I caught them doing something..I knew they were up to something by the way they reacted but I couldn't tell exactly what it was that they were doing. After they left I looked around but nothing was stolen. A moment later I saw that one of the windows was unlocked!

Were they planning to come back later and rob me..rape me.. kill me..who knows? Fortunately I befriended a stray German Shepherd a few days later and kept him at the back entrance. (I named him Chompy, and I absolutely adored him. He died a few years ago of bone cancer, but I really think that if I never met Chompy I might not have survived that neighborhood. He was my friend, body guard, and burglar alarm).

Sometimes I would come home from work to find total strangers in my back yard, usually getting drunk on my back porch. If I asked them to leave they would act like I had no right to tell them to go and would sometimes threaten to kill me. I caught a nigger trying to sneak up on me one night while I was in my own yard. He gave me some stupid ass story about this and that but it was all bullshit. It was clear that I was not safe in my own home.

Niggers would show up all the time with some stupid story about how they needed money for a bus or a car repair or their mom was in the hospital, whatever. These were total strangers knocking on my door begging for money, and they did it at all hours of the night. Imagine getting out of bed to find some strange nigger pounding on your door wanting bus fare at 3am (when the busses here stop at 11pm).

They came up with ridiculous stories all right. Tyrone showed up once telling me that he was going to get a multimillion dollar settlement from the city because he was shot in the head and they thought he was dead...so they started to embalm him and he suddenly sat up in the morge...blah blah blah... whatever. But basically it was something like if I gave him some money today he would give me thousands of dollars once he got his settlement, lol. Kind of a real life Nigerian scam I guess.

Anyway, I could go on and on with tales of TNB. There was a liquor store across the street so you know I saw my share of bums, fights, screams, junkies, hookers, etc. and after a while it didn't even phase me. I heard so many shouted arguments about Maurey Show worthy monkeyshines that I didn't even notice when fights spilled onto my property. Gang shootings, carjackings, hit and runs, and drive bys all took place right in front of my window all the time. In fact, whenever the local news did a story about crime, prostitution, murder, what have you...my house was usually in the shot.

But you know, none of this by itself made me racially aware. They say that the straw that break the camel's back is usually the tiniest straw of all. One day I was debating with a human about racial equality. The human said that it doesnt pay to be nice to niggers and of course I gave him some flack for being "ignorant."

Right in the middle of my conversation the nigger next door started shouting some crap at me. Well, even though I don't remember exactly what it was about (something about complaining over some difficult and expensive work that I did for the nigger for free), I do remember that I was instantly struck by the audacity of the situation. A moment earlier, was I actually defending these apes?!

While the nigger was threatening me, and ook ooking and aak aaking I said to the human "You're right; I am not equal to that..."

"What?"

"I said I am not equal to that..." and I pointed to the nigger's face. "That is not my equal. YOU are not my equal." I said to the nigger.

I don't remember the rest of what came out of my mouth but it basically boiled down to "I'm through being nice to these filthy subhuman beasts," or something along those lines. And it wasn't even a matter of me shouting or getting mad; I was actually pretty calm. But I can tell you that very moment was a liberating one for me, and I remember the human repeating his mantra: "It don't pay to be nice to niggers in this town."

[whodatcalldapolice]

It sounds like your friend planted a seed in your head that it's perfectly alright to not want to put up with this s**t. That's a good friend.

I have a friend going through this same learning process right now. She's seriously NOT stupid or deluded, so I don't understand why she even puts herself through this. It's like she feels guilty if she says no to them in any way.

I've planted a seed in her head, and it looks like it's going to sprout any day now. She's starting to get pissed off with the situation.

[CoonTownYT]

Awesome story, DJ! The highlights of the TNB are classic, glad you finally opened your eyes.

"I said I am not equal to that..." and I pointed to the nigger's face. "That is not my equal. YOU are not my equal."

Classic!

[Niggerologist]

A wonderful and heartwarming story, DJ.
Empathy and kindness are inherent in white and other human cultures. We really want to believe we're all equal because it feels good to believe that. Even though I have some education, I realize others have talents and experiences that are valuable and I don't feel superior to any other human. Niggers are a different story, and it's sad but liberating to realize this.

[UNIVERSALC00NFREEW0RLD]

You rock DJ. Enough was enough.Falling for libtard propaganda is too enslaving for a man of faith anyway.It catches you with a fake sense of freedom but then it robs you from within.

Your life wasn't worth those sub human apes.Like if libtards expect us to forget all the dark nights we went through thanks to the rebelled teenage bet they placed on our entire species.You went through the dark pits of hell to get the sword. It's yours now brother. Use it as much as you want

[Monk-E-Bonics]

great story ,thanks for sharing it with us !!

[Obongo's Purple Lips]

Great story. Our paths to chimpout are eerily similar. I moved into a majority nigger neighborhood during grad school because it was cheap and I got to live in a huge old house. The TNB there really woke me up. The niggers could come up with really strange and elaborate stories for gibs muh dat. It's like they think YT is a walking ATM. And then when you don't gib dem dat, they chimpout. Niglets would play in my yard all the time, even though I had a fence. When I told them to go home, their parents would come over and chimpout on me for "yelling at dey kid". You just can't win with niggers. A nigger broke into my friend's car once, so from then on we locked the garage. Another time I caught some nigger coming through the porch door while I was watching TV at night. Fortunately I have a CCW. I had a .40 cal xD aimed at him but all he could say was "my bad, wrong house". I can't imagine what could've happened had I not been armed. I lived there for about a year. At the end of my stay that house was more fortified than Fort Knox.

[ObongoLips]

Thanks for sharing your thoughts with us, DJ. We all need these inspirational stories. Congratulations on your 2000th post.

[ChicagoAvenger]

The vast majority of the people that consider
niggers to be equal to them, have NO close
association with these savages. If there is a
point and time when they do, EPIPHANY!