Ferguson
“We only have three demands of you.”
“1. Totally exempt us from your ‘criminal laws'”
“2. Let us kill you all off”
“3. But not before you buy these t-shirts.”
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Reblogged this on Conservative Free Thinkers and commented:
Interesting how they portray how white people sound – could you imagine how they’d freak out if we tried to make points sounding black.
You won’t get sho if you don’t attack cops or white Hispanics. Life is an intelligence test. Don’t win the Darwin Award, but I think they will be doing just that.
One of the other complaints in this screed video is that ghetto names on a resume means the resume won’t get a call back. Well duh. Who wants to hire Shitavious? Shitavious is unemployable not because his name is Shitavious necessarily, but because he has half the DNA of a woman who thought it was a snazzy idea to name her newborn son Shitavious and the other half of his DNA comes from a man who thought that sleeping with such a woman was a good idea.
They say that every great cause eventually turns into a racket. I guess every dumb cause eventually turns into a racket.
The kids are really annoying stereotypes—future TV performers like the classic “sassy black woman.” Not cute. Who directed this and told them to wave their arms around?
Do even white liberals like being hectored by kids?
My new bumper sticker:
“I”M OVER WHITE GUILT!”
God I hate niggers.
This blog REALLY needs a way to upvote comments!
I’m at the mercy of WordPress for that sort of functionality.
My daily reminder to be thankful for the fact that I don’t live anywhere near those people. They’re insufferable. Also, someone please inform the anti-racist white at the end of the video that if you want to get a point across to white people, you don’t need to make it rhyme.
The white guy has a tattoo of a Chinese symbol on his right bicep.
What a tool.
I just squeezed out a jumbo trayvon, it was loaded with peanuts ‘n corn. It stank like moo-chele, so I wiped my dirty obama and flushed. Word
Ok, that brings up a question I’ve always had but never has been answered satisfactorily. How does one toilet train a negro? “Wipe off the stinky brown” doesn’t really work for them does it? And then there’s the whole issue of geometry for the morbidly obese adults – it’s not even possible for them to wipe is it?
god the stupid blacks need to get over it already. pants up, don’t loot.