Mood:
party time!Today I paid to go see a concert of one of my favorite bands. My friend and I got there early so we perused the mall before they opened the gates. The mall is kind of upscale/ghetto. What I mean is there are a lot of higher up people who go there due to the type of stores they have. But also, because the mall is downtown and downtown=ghetto blacks, a fair number of them are going to be there as well knowing damn well the only thing they can afford in there is McDonald's and the dollar store. There is no way around it. As I was heading into the mall, this black man was lounging around loitering in the foyer and kept leering at me and sticking out his tongue and making these motions that were supposed to be sexy but were gross and dumb. I didn't give this zoo animal the attention that he obviously so desperately craved. I pretended I didn't see him. My friend and I didn't stay in the mall long as the show was soon to start. As I left, this same coon trying calling out things to me and again I didn't give this primate the attention that they're used to. This primate was the typical 30 something male Negro loiterer with a dirty hat on his head probably waiting for the transit bus.
Anyhow, this was a blemish on the night but I wasn't going to let a monkey-man ruin the evening for me. We went to see the concert and the band was great. This was a rock band so the crowd was about 97% white. There was alcohol served here and this was a rock band so there were people jumping around, screaming and acting crazy. But even with all of the crowds, the moshing, the people screaming in delight and the liquor flowing, I felt safer at this concert in the dead of night than I ever feel in broad daylight on a bus with only a few coon men around me. And that's the truth. Things are safer and better for every female (especially the pretty and/or young ones) when black men are not around.
