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Our forefathers are turning over in their graves...they lost a leg to shrapnel for this shit?

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/08 ... -language/

Kazuya Mishima wrote:Our forefathers are turning over in their graves...

The white ones?

Heh

I deserved that.

I wonder if the "resident's" cultural tendency of living 10, 11, sometimes even as high as 15 to a single household is making the Census Taker's jobs more difficult?

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:I wonder if the "resident's" cultural tendency of living 10, 11, sometimes even as high as 15 to a single household is making the Census Taker's jobs more difficult?

***See, I was railing more against the libtard memes of political correctness, but since you've decided to shoot into the repugnant cyclical poverty of these mud types I'll gladly play along.***

Ahem...yes, my colleague Dr. Agkistrodon is spot on when he broaches the subject of the typical multigenerational minority household. More so than Wall Street greed and plunder, I believe it is the growth of overcrowded and unkempt nigger nests that are causing the plummet in American home values.

Kazuya Mishima wrote:

Dr. Agkistrodon wrote:I wonder if the "resident's" cultural tendency of living 10, 11, sometimes even as high as 15 to a single household is making the Census Taker's jobs more difficult?

***See, I was railing more against the libtard memes of political correctness, but since you've decided to shoot into the repugnant cyclical poverty of these mud types I'll gladly play along.***

Ahem...yes, my colleague Dr. Agkistrodon is spot on when he broaches the subject of the typical multigenerational minority household. More so than Wall Street greed and plunder, I believe it is the growth of overcrowded and unkempt nigger nests that are causing the plummet in American home values.

Spot on. Spot-fucking-on.

5 trucks in the front yard. Or, conversely, a few Ford Crown Vic's with chrome dubs. Slaughtering free-range chickens in the back yard. Fish frys where 100+ attendees show up. Where do they all come from!!

LULZ at Crown Vics. On occasion, I'll take the Kazmobile over into our once beautiful state capitol (now known as the Capitol Wasteland) for an anthropological excursion into the heart of darkness. I do this to remind myself of how fortunate I am (read: born white), and sometimes to show the kids how the rougher half lives.

Actual conversation about two weeks ago...

Daddy Kaz: Did you see that wino crackhead on the corner back there?

Oldest Daughter: Yeah.

Daddy Kaz: Well, do drugs, get pregnant, or fail to get an education...that'll be your neighbor. Understood?

Oldest Daughter: Yes, sir.


Always nice to peek into the fringe neighborhoods that were quiet white enclaves just 10-15 years ago. Kia, Crown Vic, and Escalade right after the other. Nothing like seeing a 4-bedroom brick home that probably belonged to a bank VP 10 years ago, sitting there with shutters laying in the yard where they fell last winter and a Crown Vic with 20-inch rims in the driveway that is painted green and purple like the Incredible Hulk.

Kazuya Mishima wrote:Our forefathers are turning over in their graves...they lost a leg to shrapnel for this shit?

http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/08 ... -language/

This is the kind of crazy, that, while sickening, is stupid enough to entertain me.

the article wrote:In an interview with Seattle's KIRO Radio, Bronstein said the term "brown bag" has been used historically as a way to judge skin color.

"For a lot of particularly African-American community members, the phrase brown bag does bring up associations with the past when a brown bag was actually used, I understand, to determine if people's skin color was light enough to allow admission to an event or to come into a party that was being held in a private home," Bronstein said.

Read more: http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2013/08 ... z2aqfcYbvx

What it neglects to mention is that the whole thing is about black on black discrimination 100 years ago

Urban Dictionary wrote:An actual test, along with the so-called ruler test in common use in the the early 1900s among upper class Black American societies and families to determine if a Black person was sufficiently white to gain admittance or acceptance. If your skin was darker than a brown paper bag, you did not merit inclusion. Thousands of Black institutions including the nation's most eminent Black fraternity -- Phi Alpha Phi, Howard Univiersity, and numerous church and civic groups all practiced this discriminiation. The practice has 19th Century antecedants with the Blue Blood Society and has not totally died out.

I'd love to have been present when some sensitive souls became aware of this linguistic affront. I'll bet that they were white.

Yeah, good call on the brown bag deal...that was black on black colorism...brother darker than the bag don't get in the speakeasy.

Kazuya Mishima wrote:LULZ at Crown Vics. On occasion, I'll take the Kazmobile over into our once beautiful state capitol (now known as the Capitol Wasteland) for an anthropological excursion into the heart of darkness. I do this to remind myself of how fortunate I am (read: born white), and sometimes to show the kids how the rougher half lives.

Actual conversation about two weeks ago...

Daddy Kaz: Did you see that wino crackhead on the corner back there?

Oldest Daughter: Yeah.

Daddy Kaz: Well, do drugs, get pregnant, or fail to get an education...that'll be your neighbor. Understood?

Oldest Daughter: Yes, sir.


Always nice to peek into the fringe neighborhoods that were quiet white enclaves just 10-15 years ago. Kia, Crown Vic, and Escalade right after the other. Nothing like seeing a 4-bedroom brick home that probably belonged to a bank VP 10 years ago, sitting there with shutters laying in the yard where they fell last winter and a Crown Vic with 20-inch rims in the driveway that is painted green and purple like the Incredible Hulk.

Haha, my Dad did something similar, but on our street.

My town was something like 85% white, then Asians, hispanics and like 2% negro.

Some brother bought a house down the street, during the boom, mind you.

Anyway, this asshole painted that motherfucker like an Easter egg. Pastel pink, green and maybe a little Paisley trim. They used to barbecue out front and had 20" gold rims that cost more than the car they spun on.

Word was he'd won some settlement and had bought a few other houses and defiled other neighborhoods in a similar manner. After about 9 months, I guess most of his nieces and nephews who were supposed to be "renting the place" got arrested or something, because he sold the house pretty quick and they painted it more appropriate colors for a neighborhood of that caliber.

Anyway, my dad told me, in no uncertain terms, don't fuck up a neighborhood like this.

I've seen more than a few easter egg negroid abodes. Kelly green painted wood against shit brown roofing tiles is another popular pallete to the African retina.

Sort of related story...old white guy used to live down the street from me when I lived back in God's country (Arkansas). His public persona was "professional gambler", but in reality he was one of the area's biggest drug importers and distributors. There was never a day I can remember when there wasn't a line of his nigger mules going in and out of his house. Would always tell the neighbors "they work for us in some of our cleaning businesses we own". He bought the house on the corner for his mudsharkin' daughter, and there was another line of her weave headed black-assed ratchet friends going in and out of her front door at all hours. The Mishima household was not happy...line of nigger ratchets and stunt cocks going in and out of the house on the corner...another line of niggers going out of the dandy's house three doors down.

Well, I was about to get my law enforcement friends involved when his own stepson (who was distributing for him in another town) got caught in a sting, and decided to turn state's evidence on stepdaddy in order to cut a better deal. House on the corner was the first to go...mudshark and crew got kicked out, house went to the bank, and a co-worker of mine bought it and fixed it back up. Dandy down the road plead a deal and got sent to Ass Rape University for about 20 years (life sentence for him). His "poor and distraught" wife put their house up for sale so that she could move to the town where her son was dealing for them. Told my wife out in the yard one day that she was moving away because "there's just too many niggers around here." Oh, sweet irony. Their house got bought by a food engineer and his wife, and they kept the property from going to the bank and possibly the jigaboos.

And that's how Kazuya Mishima dodged his neighborhood going to the niggers but by the grace sweet Jeebus. Good times.

Oh, and I made about $60k when I finally sold that house...last I checked the niggers had still not established a foothold.

Kazuya Mishima wrote:LULZ at Crown Vics. On occasion, I'll take the Kazmobile over into our once beautiful state capitol (now known as the Capitol Wasteland) for an anthropological excursion into the heart of darkness. I do this to remind myself of how fortunate I am (read: born white), and sometimes to show the kids how the rougher half lives.

Actual conversation about two weeks ago...

Daddy Kaz: Did you see that wino crackhead on the corner back there?

Oldest Daughter: Yeah.

Daddy Kaz: Well, do drugs, get pregnant, or fail to get an education...that'll be your neighbor. Understood?

Oldest Daughter: Yes, sir.


Always nice to peek into the fringe neighborhoods that were quiet white enclaves just 10-15 years ago. Kia, Crown Vic, and Escalade right after the other. Nothing like seeing a 4-bedroom brick home that probably belonged to a bank VP 10 years ago, sitting there with shutters laying in the yard where they fell last winter and a Crown Vic with 20-inch rims in the driveway that is painted green and purple like the Incredible Hulk.

You -LITERALLY- described not only my next-door neighbor's house when I lived in Aliquippa, but also a car that used to be parked down the street AND the guy who used to yell jibberish at me when I'd be out walking my dog LMAO!!

I am so glad I got a better job an moved out of that shit hole to Hopewell. I know it's still the same zip code but DAMN what a difference five miles makes.

My boy Rage is a slum lord. Owns 10-15 house in assorted neighborhoods. Painted one of them bright orange. The neighbors hate him and his scumbag tenants.

Acquaintance of mine is a nigger trailer slumlord when he isn't busy coaching girls 12U softball. So he basically fixes sinks, collects checks from jigs, and hits flies to the outfield. One time he shows up for the rent, and the ratchet bitch answers the door butt assed naked wanting to know if they can "werk it out, knowimsayin". He tells her to fuck straight off and get that rent money handy or she's out on her ass. About a week later he gets a call from some uppity female black lawyer representing the NAACP saying that he has been reported for harassing his black tenants. He then proceeded to tell her to fuck straight off, the rent is due no matter what color you are, and informed her of the two young black men he took into his house and raised as his own. She didn't have much to say.

My dream is to own a strip mall property with one of those payday loan/check cashing joints, a liquor store, a tobacco warehouse store, a wig shop, and a coin operated car wash on the frontage near the road. Vice is recession proof, and the saucer lips are multiplying fast enough to make roaches turn their noses in the air in disgust.

That's a dream strip mall business opportunity if you add a cash only laundromat

Hell, I didn't think of that.

Kazuya Mishima wrote:Hell, I didn't think of that.

You forgot to add a pawn shop.

You -LITERALLY- described not only my next-door neighbor's house when I lived in Aliquippa, but also a car that used to be parked down the street AND the guy who used to yell jibberish at me when I'd be out walking my dog LMAO!!

I am so glad I got a better job an moved out of that shit hole to Hopewell. I know it's still the same zip code but DAMN what a difference five miles makes.

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You lived in Aliquippa? Jesus. West Aliquippa is WORSE than the seventh level of Hell. Seriously.
That's where I started martial arts... in the crappy schools,.. and on the streets.
Link below, is a rare CLEAR day. One out of a thousand.

Shafpocalypse Now wrote:That's a dream strip mall business opportunity if you add a cash only laundromat

Also needs a fried chicken place. Preferably with bulletproof glass.

eg http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold%27s_Chicken_Shack

Toss in a Cash 4 gold and possibly a methadone clinic (highest profit margin of all).

You also need one of those barbershops where one dude is getting his hair cut (remember to line the edges up, and no brushes since waves are out of style right now) and everyone else is sitting, pretending they can read the newspaper or are stomping around, laughing at nothing even remotely funny.

Well fuck, round things out with a legal pot dispensary. Nothing attracts lowlifes like a so so run Legal Pot dispensary.

I'm putting together an IPO as we speak.

ViceLord, Inc. est. 2013