Paging Fat Nick, Paging Fat Nick
Possibly offensive.
Now I’ve never really been too much of a major vocal supporter for racially motivated violence. Racism is all good and well. It has its place, behind closed doors, when you and your cracker-ass cracker friends from places that end in "field" or "port" are sipping brandy and consulting government officials on how to manipulate public fear into private gain for your corporations. And we’ve all learned that if you are on TV it’s not racism, it’s comedy. Or journalism, depending on what channel you are watching. Damn that Jewish media. I get all my news from al-jazeera.
Moving right along, I wasn’t at all up in arms when that overweight wop (pictured above) from Howard Beach batted down that black kid a couple of weeks ago. People, in their infinite quest to hold-hands and sing folks around a drum circle while eating granola, seem to forget that as recently as the mid-60’s, the cities climate was basically that of a constant race war.
It’s not like people were attacking each other left and right on the subway, but more-so when a group or gang of youthful whites, blacks or Hispanics rolled into a neighborhood where they "didn’t belong" (in the old fashioned sense) they got confronted, beaten down and chased the fuck out.
Gone are they good old days of cops on the take, when neighborhoods were policed by people who lived in them and vengeance was swift, sudden and certain. I’m not saying that we haven’t come a long way, but motherfuckers act like we were already there.
People seem to forget that there are many, many neighborhoods where a white kid can’t walk down the street during the day, minding their own business, without being the target of a robbery by the prevailing ethnic group. I never harbored any delusions that the few times I was literally chased out of Harlem as a teen-aged weed purchaser were because I looked rich. It was because I was white, and if I started catching a bad one, ain’t no one calling the cops. It is what it is. I’m sure Al "Oops" Sharpton won’t be visiting Harlem anytime soon to protest all the racially-motivated robberies. The newspapers don’t seem to care, and if you try to talk to anyone about it, it seems like a foregone conclusion that white people have no business in black and Hispanic neighborhoods, and if anything bad happens to them, they brought it upon themselves in the first place simply by being there. Fuck that.
Now most white neighborhoods aren’t "white" neighborhoods so much as "wealthy" and therefore the police diligently patrol them and stop, search, arrest and hassle people for doing shit that wouldn’t raise an eyebrow in the poorer hoods.
Howard Beach is not your typical white neighborhood. It is an "old school" place, where unfortunately a lot of my countrymen hold some pretty ass-backwards views on race relations. It saddens me, but it’s the way it is and sitting around with a frown on my face and my thumb in my ass ain’t gonna change a damn thing.
Getting to my final point, if there really was one….
According to the New York Post (hey guys, I’m looking for a job) "Richard Wood, whose black friend was beaten by a white man in the Queens neighborhood last month, ripped a gold chain off his 18-year-old victim as an accomplice cocked a loaded pistol on a subway train Sunday in Brooklyn, police said."
No, I’m not making this up.
You would think that maybe, just maybe, seeing first-hand that crime doesn’t pay in the form of your friends fucking skull bashed in with a bat would have scared you straight. Oh no, not Richard Wood. Why he isn’t in custody after admitting to planning on stealing a car is beyond me.
So I proposed we spring Fat Nick from jail and let him get a little practice in on Richard Wood before the all-star game tonight. That stupid motherfucker just ruined the case against Fat Nick being a hate-crime (hitting someone in the head with a bat is still a crime though) and for all intents and purposes could have serious backlash for the black community as a whole, what with all the "outrage".
I’m gonna smoke some yolks and see how this all turns out.
"Josephine?? Nah, I ain’t worried about that bitch. My life is a natural high."
