I would like to welcome everyone to the point of the story where you really do not want to look out your window and see me coming your way with a nail gun and a gas can.
Let me give you a moment to digest that.
Look, in the past six months, I have personally witnessed some people that I truly once loved or respected put on their own funeral for me. Once you spout off with closet racism, you are dead to me. And everyone knows, I fucking hate zombies.
You may be talking that stupid ass “all lives matter” shit. Yes, bitch, but your life doesn’t happen to be at stake today, so take a fucking seat. Stupid ass over simplifying fucking Bozo.
You may be pulling that “black on black crime” bullshit, complete with tables, charts, and figures. Well, to you I say, cram all those little fucking figures right up your ass. You clearly believe this is some justification for hatred, when really it’s just a neon sign reading “I’m scared BBC will satisfy my wife, and I know I can’t”. And, for the record, it will.
Or, you may be one of these knuckledraggin, sloped foreheaded clods who thinks they will sneak some racist bullshit onto my little space by sneak dissing someone when they’ve left the thread. Let me say this...a person I consider my family is a black man reading all of your fuckery. You’re so lucky he’s a bigger man, because if I had my way, I would have a map with pins in it, a bubble Caprice with a full tank, and these fucking hands.
You want to slide in the back door and insult my people, my family? You want to spew hate like some low rent version of Cletus? Do me a solid, come check in at the front gate here at my place. I will toe to toe with your stupid ass like someone needed to do years ago. Clearly your parents weren’t shit, or you would know better. I’m willing to step in and beat your fucking ass like your daddy needed to.
Please, heed this. I won’t keyboard cowboy, I’ll send you a set of directions, and pencil you right the fuck in. I’m done with this undercover racist shell game y’all are trying to play.
Fuck around and get found. I’ll make sure your little tappity tapping isn’t talking that hate shit. I have zero problem snapping every fucking one of your fingers from your hands.
OMG April, this is amazing. Who's dissing the B Man?