Nate Higgerz
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I’m sure a thread like this has been created already. But maybe an updated one is in order so new members and curious eyes can see the truth without having to go through it themselves.
I’ll start with mine:
I was born in a country other than the US. My father worked at a multinational corporation and was legally transferred to the USA. And thus, our family was sponsored for our green cards and, after some time, our full American Citizenship.
When I first stepped in American soil, I was 6 years old and always loved the USA. From a very young age, I have always admired the loyalty and patriotism that people (then) proudly displayed outside their homes in the form of flags and national symbols such as the bald eagle and military stickers on cars and trucks. Something unimaginable in my home country.
As I matured, I realized the true potential of America and why it was called the land of opportunity. This country is the only place on earth that, despite what liberals say on tv, you can actually be anything you want if you REALLY want it. Due to this, I quickly assimilated and couldn’t wait for the day where I could qualify for my citizenship and swear my pledge of allegiance to the American flag.
But anyways, this story is about when I first noticed the nigger phenomena.
It started In middle school. I immediately noticed how the blacks were significantly more “animalistic” than the ones back where I was from. Initially I chalked it up to me not being 100% used to the culture and a small language barrier although my English was fairly good for someone my age. I also realized that remedial classes and “liberal arts” classes (something new to me at the time) were filled with primarily niggers and other lazy-looking people. Little did I know but those were the first red flags of the black menace.
Later in the school year I had the misfortune of being asked to sit in front of your typical middle school nigger who didn’t give two shits about anything or anyone. As a more reserved and introvert student, I was heavily picked on and teased non-stop by this monkey. One day in Algebra class, this animal threw a AA battery that bounded off the cabinet next to me and then hit me in the back of the head causing a small bleed. The nog then starts laughing and giving me a yellow smile that made my blood boil. I had had enough, I picked up said battery and was about to bury it deep into that nigger’s skull when the teacher stopped me before I went to juvie. Funny enough, nothing happened to said animal and I got to spend a few days cleaning a wound on the back of my head that bled everyday when I went to sleep.
High School is when the truth finally presented itself to me. Half of the niggers in middle school had either dropped out, died or were arrested before their first year in high school. The one from my algebra class? It OD’ed on some sort of laced weed the year prior. While all the cheerleaders cried and wore black ribbons around their arms, I was overjoyed with the great news.
That’s when it clicked that there had to be a reason for the majority of those useless beasts to not even see puberty. And if they did, they would either cause problems for other people who were minding their own business or be the problem themselves. From there on I decided to avoid the groid. Trouble seemed to follow them and those around them, I wanted no part of it.
Fast forward to today, that advice has proven itself useful. Avoid the groid and distance yourself vertically and laterally from them on your workplace. Those same niggers from high school are flipping burgers still and I’m in a highly successful job.
“Avoid the Groid”
I’ll start with mine:
I was born in a country other than the US. My father worked at a multinational corporation and was legally transferred to the USA. And thus, our family was sponsored for our green cards and, after some time, our full American Citizenship.
When I first stepped in American soil, I was 6 years old and always loved the USA. From a very young age, I have always admired the loyalty and patriotism that people (then) proudly displayed outside their homes in the form of flags and national symbols such as the bald eagle and military stickers on cars and trucks. Something unimaginable in my home country.
As I matured, I realized the true potential of America and why it was called the land of opportunity. This country is the only place on earth that, despite what liberals say on tv, you can actually be anything you want if you REALLY want it. Due to this, I quickly assimilated and couldn’t wait for the day where I could qualify for my citizenship and swear my pledge of allegiance to the American flag.
But anyways, this story is about when I first noticed the nigger phenomena.
It started In middle school. I immediately noticed how the blacks were significantly more “animalistic” than the ones back where I was from. Initially I chalked it up to me not being 100% used to the culture and a small language barrier although my English was fairly good for someone my age. I also realized that remedial classes and “liberal arts” classes (something new to me at the time) were filled with primarily niggers and other lazy-looking people. Little did I know but those were the first red flags of the black menace.
Later in the school year I had the misfortune of being asked to sit in front of your typical middle school nigger who didn’t give two shits about anything or anyone. As a more reserved and introvert student, I was heavily picked on and teased non-stop by this monkey. One day in Algebra class, this animal threw a AA battery that bounded off the cabinet next to me and then hit me in the back of the head causing a small bleed. The nog then starts laughing and giving me a yellow smile that made my blood boil. I had had enough, I picked up said battery and was about to bury it deep into that nigger’s skull when the teacher stopped me before I went to juvie. Funny enough, nothing happened to said animal and I got to spend a few days cleaning a wound on the back of my head that bled everyday when I went to sleep.
High School is when the truth finally presented itself to me. Half of the niggers in middle school had either dropped out, died or were arrested before their first year in high school. The one from my algebra class? It OD’ed on some sort of laced weed the year prior. While all the cheerleaders cried and wore black ribbons around their arms, I was overjoyed with the great news.
That’s when it clicked that there had to be a reason for the majority of those useless beasts to not even see puberty. And if they did, they would either cause problems for other people who were minding their own business or be the problem themselves. From there on I decided to avoid the groid. Trouble seemed to follow them and those around them, I wanted no part of it.
Fast forward to today, that advice has proven itself useful. Avoid the groid and distance yourself vertically and laterally from them on your workplace. Those same niggers from high school are flipping burgers still and I’m in a highly successful job.
“Avoid the Groid”
