I apologize in advance for jumping off the linear path of discussion here. But today I went through what I would like to call the "Angelino Experience". Holy good God almighty, they are free at last, good God almighty they are free at last! This last sentence needs to be appropriately punctuated with a grimace.
Today as you all know, I was scheduled to appear in court for a minor traffic violation. After driving around lost for a better part of an hour, as I unwisely decided to take the freeway as opposed to surface streets, I wound up in South Central Los Angeles, nestled in a crevasse between Inglewood and South Gate. It was a testament to my new found tolerance that I remained as calm as Necromunchkin sneaking out of a married woman's window. Negars paraded the streets in a sea of slave-laden latency. Without a whip to crack their back, there was no desire to form a single file line outside the “Department of Work Assistance for Minority Aid”.
After several minutes of being drilled in the face by this apocalyptic horror that stood before my eyes, I pulled in to a McDonalds to ask directions to the Los Angeles Municipal Court House. I was sure that I wouldn't have a problem finding a dozen or so dunghutters who knew the exact address. To my astonishment, I came to meet a lovely African American woman who seemed to be in the territory doing some sort of missionary work, for no other explanation would be sound. She told me to head north to the inner city… and so I did.
I arrive to the court building at 0830hrs, to which I see a line 3 city blocks long wrapped around the foundation of the eight story structure. It was at the end, iwhere I took my rightful place in line amongst the Cretins, Plebeians, Nubians, Macedonians, and Tchechpultanians of Metropolitan Mejico Norte. After this single file fiasco, I journeyed to the 4th floor where the Honorable Judge Takami presided. It was here where I found my spirit crushed by the overbearing orangutan population who pummeled the courthouse pews with the scent of Mogadishu musk which emanated from their pits of improsperity. God the horror! It was a living nightmare that I will try oh so desperately to avoid going forward.
After 39 negars, and 21 illegals received their arraignment, it was my turn in the sun. BTW, half of those Tijuana Taxi Drivers received infractions for either littering, or illegal dumping on the highway. These motherfucking spics and spanglishers are leaving a trail of litter behind for their border ascending amigos to easily track their whereabouts. To make a long story short, it was a bloody awful experience. Of a courthouse of 80+, I was 1 of only 3 Caucasians.
I was ordered to pay $160 in penalties, which I’m sure the majority of which will go to feed the families of the vermin who I shared a cozy May morning with.