Yesterday at lunch, I was sitting with my friends Cat and Cynthia. Next to us was a table full of hardcore whiggers (hardcore in the sense that the only way you could convince them they're white is to use post-hypnotic suggestion *Psychology dork*) and 1 or 2 actual black guys. As Cat was talking, she pointed out that one of the whiggers from the next table flicked something (a small piece of food) into my hair. Cynthia picked it out and then Cat yelled over to them "You really need to have some respect", and Cynthia also yelled something to that affect. They were met with a birage of sexist, racist, all-around stupid insults and remarks that are pretty much typical to people of this mentality, for even daring to challenge the supiriority of the gorrilla-powers that be... Cat and Cyn. "stood their ground" so to speak, while I just kept my eyes concentrated on the table, deciding that it'd be for the best if I left to "defending" and "standing up" to the people that actually have the confidence, those people being not-Darkspot. Darkspot trying to stand up for herself usually never works out to her advantage, anyway.
That ends and the 3 of us go back to talking and eating, trying to pretend that that never took place. But me just being extremely paranoid about what just happened, what might happen, what else the whiggers night want to try on us, and the fact that I can still hear their faux-ghetto tough-guy accents loudly asserting their psuedo "nigga" authority in our direction.
A few minutes later, possibly the only actual black guy (aka Whigger-God) at that table walks over to us and puts this cracker on Cat's lunch tray, saying "Here, have a cracker, crackers" and walks away, to the laughter, agreement and resumed insults of the "crackers" once more coming from his table and directed again at us. To this, Cynthia proclaims her cracker pride and Cat picks up her verbal ammo and aims it at them again.
Nothing happened after that, and I'm glad that, if that had to happen, it happened yesterday, because yesterday was the last day of the semester and on Monday we have all new classes and, hopefully, the majority of those whiggers have a lunch mod different from Cat and Cyn., because it was all of the disrespect they had to endure that really pissed me off about the whole thing.
If the gorrillas needed to single me out and subject me to their idiocy because they were in need of some ego-boosting, or they needed to complete a game of "pick on the whitey... even though most of us are white too" in order to get their hardcore-gangsta-wannabe merit badge, they should've left my friends out of it. I thought the entire point of bullying or juat making fun of someone was to find someone with less self-esteem and defense mechanisms than yourself. With what they did here, they just disrespected 2 people because they got scared of those 2 people being able to see their moronic actions for what they really were. It's the fact that Cat and Cyn were involved in this and had to deal with all of that bullshit that really bothered me...
I don't hate all... uhh... people who choose to lead a heteroracial lifestyle (ph34r my political correctness), but the people like these who feel the need to victimize others because they're part of the "___________ gang-system" or because they're angry at the world for bringing them into a white hick-town world and not the gang-land ghetto existances they feel the should be living, I really hate them.
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That ends and the 3 of us go back to talking and eating, trying to pretend that that never took place. But me just being extremely paranoid about what just happened, what might happen, what else the whiggers night want to try on us, and the fact that I can still hear their faux-ghetto tough-guy accents loudly asserting their psuedo "nigga" authority in our direction.
A few minutes later, possibly the only actual black guy (aka Whigger-God) at that table walks over to us and puts this cracker on Cat's lunch tray, saying "Here, have a cracker, crackers" and walks away, to the laughter, agreement and resumed insults of the "crackers" once more coming from his table and directed again at us. To this, Cynthia proclaims her cracker pride and Cat picks up her verbal ammo and aims it at them again.
Nothing happened after that, and I'm glad that, if that had to happen, it happened yesterday, because yesterday was the last day of the semester and on Monday we have all new classes and, hopefully, the majority of those whiggers have a lunch mod different from Cat and Cyn., because it was all of the disrespect they had to endure that really pissed me off about the whole thing.
If the gorrillas needed to single me out and subject me to their idiocy because they were in need of some ego-boosting, or they needed to complete a game of "pick on the whitey... even though most of us are white too" in order to get their hardcore-gangsta-wannabe merit badge, they should've left my friends out of it. I thought the entire point of bullying or juat making fun of someone was to find someone with less self-esteem and defense mechanisms than yourself. With what they did here, they just disrespected 2 people because they got scared of those 2 people being able to see their moronic actions for what they really were. It's the fact that Cat and Cyn were involved in this and had to deal with all of that bullshit that really bothered me...
I don't hate all... uhh... people who choose to lead a heteroracial lifestyle (ph34r my political correctness), but the people like these who feel the need to victimize others because they're part of the "___________ gang-system" or because they're angry at the world for bringing them into a white hick-town world and not the gang-land ghetto existances they feel the should be living, I really hate them.
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