Nigger wranglers haul in spook who shot up a Fort Wayne bar

[eyeznteef]

Nigger was kicked out, threatened to shoot up the place, came back with a gat and did just that:

https://www.wane.com/news/crime/man-...ht-breaks-out/

On Thursday just before 2 p.m., detectives with the Gang United arrested Weaver at the Sirens Strip Club in Fort Wayne. The probable cause affidavit said he was found with a handgun and 10 round magazine, a second magazine, ammunition as well as 128.5 grams of marijuana.

BONUS: The coon's brother is accused of threatening to shoot up Times Square on NYE:

https://patch.com/new-jersey/caldwel...ted-rt-46-cops

[DaveInTexas]

Nigga Nigga on da wall, who beez da ghettoest of dem all

[haywood]

Nigger was kicked out, threatened to shoot up the place, came back with a gat and did just that:

https://www.wane.com/news/crime/man-...ht-breaks-out/



BONUS: The coon's brother is accused of threatening to shoot up Times Square on NYE:

https://patch.com/new-jersey/caldwel...ted-rt-46-cops

A "Twofer!!"

[Sandy]

"Weaver" looks like some sort of spigger quadroon, but here's what shows a lot of nigger blood in that thing (besides the TNB style violence, of course).

Weaver is currently facing charges of:

Criminal recklessness
Carrying a handgun without a license
Possession of marijuana

No white person would have been charged with so little for doing the same. There would be attempted homicide charges for each round fired.

[Ray Cizzums]

Back in 1980, we hit a tiny bar in the Sierra Nevada mountains, in a place called Brush Creek. The nearest town was
Oroville, about 40 miles downhill. A couple of Indians were drinking at the bar, seemed like regular guys. Shortly
thereafter, about a dozen more showed up, one or two at a time, a couple of women in the mix. We stayed at our
table, and the volume level picked up as the booze flowed. My friend went to piss, and then I heard someone
directing some hostile jibber jabber our way. Before I could say Let's GTFO of here, we were in a fight with the whole
tribe. I managed to avoid getting bottle-brained by one of the ladies, and the three of us made it outside. On the
front bumper of my Jeep, there was a shovel, and a pipe jack handle, and the tribe sobered up when we laid out two of them. The whole time I had a .45 on me, but I didn't touch it, because no one else went for a gun. We split outta there, and then I remembered - my friend once told me "Don't ever drink with the Indians".