Here's the pitch your sister fell for, from the '90s, which was the era when hate for the negro was at historic lows.
We are back to full moon flood high tide in that regard....
:bugeye
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YYxJoDloAk
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Here's the pitch your sister fell for, from the '90s, which was the era when hate for the negro was at historic lows.
We are back to full moon flood high tide in that regard....
:bugeye
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YYxJoDloAk
Yeah. I remember that. They'd run these ads trying to guilty YT into taking one (or two or three).
If you give a niglet a fork and let him "check" (stick it in) every electrical outlet in your house, in the morning you will have a nigger super hero.
That's how it works right?
The jigaboo will be shooting lightning bolts out of his black arse like duh blakk pamfuh
and it will have you to thank for the superpowers
the separation moment is when you figure out ' they're just not like they are portrayed on the TV are they ? ' - then you have released the beast from your conscious and you are free from guilt. I learned the hard way around niggers from an early age. I knew they were ' misplaced ' in a human society as their behavior didn't emulate the human kids. Wasn't too difficult to figure out. The dark ones always seemed to be dangerous and disruptive. I still use my D³ philosophy on the feral nignog....Dangerous, Disruptive and Despicable.
has kept me safe all these years.
My awakening, I've mentioned before, was in 3rd grade. I'd seen niggers around, I'd seen them on TV, but I'd never had to deal with one at school until that 3rd grade classmate. It had all the intelligence of the rubber kickballs we played with, and yet my teacher tried telling me, "Look, he's just like us!"
That same year, we were playing kickball against a 4th grade team, and a 4th grade nigger deliberately threw the ball against my face. It was as old as 7th graders, from how huge it was compared to us, so undoubtedly held back a few times. That nigger threw the ball as hard as it could from not very far away, and of course nothing happened to it.
My high school English teacher knew I was a raving racist and she sat me down once and tried to talk her depleted reasoning into me. Her old man was a city banker and they lived in a giant house that no teacher could afford. She'd read the left wing spreadsheet newspapers as her badge of honor in the classroom. I knew she was a fake just living the easy life - and who can blame her ? Give me a million bucks and I will start to like niggers. Every man has his price.
:rofl:rofl:rofl
Ever laughed so hard you farted?
And here I was trying to discretely catch up on CO on my laptop without having to hear about it from company. Cover blown.
You get bonus points for me not thinking of that one first. I think I'm getting slower as I get older.