I live at a nice, little lake in a beautiful, semi-rural, 99.9% nog free town in central Connecticut. I was headed out for groceries Saturday, when I noticed a bit of a stir going on at the town beach. There were two state troopers talking to several members of the Lake Association and the neighborhood watch. We have very little crime in this community, so I wondered just what the hell was happening. Well, my questions were answered at work today.
My customer (great dude and all-around bad-ass who takes no shit) has an adult son who lives about a block from my house. It seems there is a group of teenage wiggers, who call themselves 'Crips', who have been going around with spray cans 'tagging' their juvenile, wannabe gang signs on peoples' private property. Now, these aren't tough kids who came up on any 'mean streets' in the city. No, they're just middle-class children who were raised by average families, here at the lake. I've seen them come 'sagging' by the house a few times, and even at the ripe, old age of fifty, I'm pretty sure I could beat the hell out of their whole 'gang' if necessary.
Not only did they spray paint mailboxes and such, but they broke into a little concession stand that's closed for the winter, ate all the snacks and sprayed graffiti all over the inside of it. The proceeds from the stand are used for activities for children. The little imbeciles left all the wrappers laying around, and the cops are saying that they have fingerprints. We've also had a few car break-ins and petty thefts. Everybody out here knows who they are, and it's only a matter of proving that they are responsible for the damage.
What pissed me off the most is what they did to my neighbor across the street. He is a recently retired state transit cop, who keeps a meticulous yard and house. He just had a really nice, new deck put on last summer, and the little, nigger-loving bastards trashed it with spray paint. This guy is the nicest, most helpful and most generous neighbor I've ever had. He's also the type of man you DON'T want to mess with.
I was no saint at that age, but we mostly drank beer, smoked pot and listened to rock 'n roll. We never talked, dressed or acted like niggers. We were comfortable with who and what we were. White kids nowadays are taught to be ashamed of who they are, and embrace nigger 'culcha'. Even their own libtard, Dummy-crat parents indulge them in nigger 'music', clothes, sneakers and 'bling-bling'. We used to get into fights with niggers on occasion. We could hold our own, but these little 'Justins' and 'Kyles' would be crying for their mommies, if they ever ran into any real 'Crips'.
I tell ya' the whole thing just makes me fucking sick!