Back in 1990, my L.I. home town got sued for awarding HUD grants, supposed to be used to increase "diversity", to people connected to local politicians. I wasn't one of them, but who cares ? Not one of the 44 houses went to a spook. This drew the attention of Al Sharpton, who at the time was the medallion wearing, long haired, roly poly slob-in-a-track-suit we all remember. One day, I see to my amazement, Sharpton, and 300 Town of Hempstead jungle bats, rounding the corner, with a foot escort of Nassau County police. The neighbors came outside, to see what the commotion was about, as the surly, misshapen mob approached. I kicked off the festivities, by running in the street and yelling Fuck you, Nigger, while flipping Al the double birdie. As the cops ran to push me away, everyone cut loose with all the profanities they could muster. My sweet little blonde wife yelled "Go back to Africa" at Fat Boy, and I dropped about a dozen more N-Bombs. Sharpton's tribe was not amused, as they got the same treatment from all the townsfolk, on all the other streets where they marched. They had a little stage set up for Al to give a speech to his gaggle of retards, but skipped it when they saw a hostile crowd building up behind them. They then loaded up those smelly welfare niggers on their rented school buses, and booked it back to Niggerville. A fine time was had by all.