It's terrible that I am forced to feel this way about niggers because of the way niggers behave and the very fact that they are here breathing fresh air that some dog should be breathing. I would love nothing more than to lead a peaceful, happy existence working, watching the Red Sox and reruns of the Rockford Files interspersed with some fishing and wrapping my head around a difficult book. But I can't, because every time I turn around some dangerous nigger animals are harming my people (raping, murdering, stealing, liyng, cheating) or disrupting the quiet and joy of my favorite places by intruding on them and creating a ruckus.

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You are not a terrible person for hating these filthy, fucking shit apes. They are not human, never will be human, and the best they can do is occasionally mimic human behavior for a brief period of time. But like werewolves at a full moon, niggers will quickly revert to their despicable, loud, bestial behavior whenever they encounter excitement, frustration, or complexities beyond the limits of their primitive minds, especially when in the presence of other niggers. They're all damned to hell, as far as I'm concerned.