So while I haven’t written about the fun times I have enjoyed recently-being assaulted by a black man and being called a racist by him-before he assaulted me because I had the wrong skin color while he was committing a crime.
And the other fun time just 2 days before where super funny black guy thought terrorizing non-black people in a store was quite a hoot. Fortunately the store owner was not a northern european who thinks he has to treat thugs with the same kindness he treats everyone.
Today’s fun with the oh-so-oppressed noble African-American just involved walking home from work. For whatever reason-retards of black and white and jew and brown(Mexican) heritage -just being honest here-I don’t see Indians or Chinese riding their bicycles on the sidewalk-think they have the right to ride their bikes aggressively on pedestrian walkways.
I understand that they don’t feel safe on the insane roadways that don’t fit modern traffic in the crowded and insane city of SF. I don’t either and that is why I don’t ride my bike.
I have been hit before as a pedestrian on the sidewalk by a happy African-American who just happened to blast into my chest. Super fun times. I am sure I was oppressing him in some way that his only choice in life was to take a grope at me. Makes total sense.
I was exhausted and minding to my own business of walking home. Older black guy on bike enters the sidewalk in front of me. I move to the right as he is facing me and I have been taught to move to the right in the face of oncoming traffic. Even though this fapface has no business on the sidewalk.
To my non-surprise instead of pedaling on to my left – he aims for me. There is a tree close by and I go and stand by the tree to make sure if he plows into me-he will also plow into the tree. I keep eye-contact with this oppressed gentleman. I am listening with my headphones to a lecture about Roman history so can hear a fair amount of noise around me.
This infuriates him. He turns around on his bike and circles me. I have trained myself to make a white noise in my head and not hear the provocative insults that oppressed African-Americans routinely scream at me for things like breathing. These poor victims. I was very good with my trained affected boredness and he eventually rides away. I know if you react in a frightened way the hunters dial it up.
White people and our disgusting kindness and civilization. There are just not enough gibs and gibs and gibs and there will never be.