Thieving House Guests and Gibs Me Dat

Here are two examples of how some minority communities operate at a lower moral level than White communities: First example: Thieving house guests! I made some friends with some idiots who live around my apartment complex. The complex is mostly Hispanics, some Blacks, and a few Whites. Eventually, they got invited into my house. Once inside, a number of them, I believe six so far, stole from me. The loot ranged from a $175 knife to $240 to a bag of potato chips. They also drew graffiti on my TV stand with a pen and drew graffiti on other objects with pencil. Some stole after they had been in the place scores or possibly hundreds of times. I thought I knew them well. That’s 6 guests who ripped me off in 2 years. 5 of them were Hispanics, and 1 was half Hispanic, half Black. The part Black one is worst of all by orders of magnitude. Draw your own conclusions. You may offer a variety of justifications for this. As a counterexample, I lived in White communities all my life. Let’s take the period from age 18 on, since there were a few ripoffs as a kid, one by invited guests aged 11 years old. I also lived a street kind of life for a good part of that period and sold drugs out of my house for over a decade. Mostly pot, but also some psychedelics. So I had White dopers in my place all the time. In that time, I had 100’s of possibly 1000’s of people over at my place. I’m a hermit now, but back then it was typical to go to up to 6 different parties in a night. I also threw wild parties with 100’s of people in the yard and house, live band in the living room, kegs of beer in the back, half the people high on LSD, the party repeatedly broken up, often violently, by police. Think what you will about that lifestyle, but that was simply the way that I lived. In all that time, I think one guest invited into my home ripped me off. A family member was in a delinquent phase, so I had White delinquent types over all the time as his guests. One time I had some pills in the bathroom, stolen from a pharmacy by a friend who worked as a pharmacy worker. These pills were extremely popular even with very middle class and upper middle class White types and I did a thriving business. I went to the bathroom, got out some pills, showed them to the 18 year old punk friends of my family member. One guy looked at me like, “You idiot! You just showed me where you keep your stash!” This was the blond 18 yr old punk who later stole the pills. From age 18-50, 32 years living in White towns and cities, I was ripped off once by a guest, an 18 year old doper delinquent. What’s amazing is I had many White delinquents over to my place and they hardly ripped me off either. I also had many White dealers and dopers over at my place, and hardly a single one of them ripped me off! I believe we suffered little to no theft even at the parties. In White communities, even the house partiers, dopers, dealers and delinquents are higher class – much higher class. Second example: Gibs me dat! There is a Black woman who lives near me. She’s already ripped me off for $25 she borrowed with a weeping sob story. She has flat out told me that I will never be paid back, and that’s that. She was very aggressive about refusing to pay the debt, which she now says she already paid back, and she’s indignant that I want my money back. I’m a scum because I have some morals! She just bought a new car. She has the money. However, incredibly, she still insists on being my friend. I’m a horrible person because I tell her to buzz off until she pays me back. This is the way everyone is around here. They always want loans, but in general, any money loaned out is gone forever. Everyone expects the ripoff to be blown off, and everyone expects you will still be their friend after they rip you off. You’re a freak if you have some standards. Now, in the 32 years I lived in White communities, I think two guys ripped me off. Recall I was a dealer. One was a coke addict and burned me for a $65 bag. He burned everyone else too, but we put a bomb on his windshield and blew it and went into his garage, lifted his car up and turned it upside down so it was resting on its roof! We also slashed all his tires and we made a bunch of prank phone calls to his parents house. Anyway, after this guy ripped me off, he ended the friendship. This is how it works in White World. That you would rip someone off and then continue to try to be friends with them is unfathomable. The other guy also ripped me for a $65 bag but was some victim of circumstances that I don’t recall. I believe the pot was stolen from him or taken by police. Anyway, I never got it back. He was apologetic, but the money was never coming back. I was always leery of associating with him after that, but everyone else did. You rip me off, you don’t come back until you pay up! This Black woman also walks into my home and immediately starts being very aggressive, but also pretends at the same time to be best friends. She walks through the room and starts demanding things. Gibs me dat. Give me this, give me that. Points to things on the wall, food, etc. Give me this, give me that. She also demands a drink right away. She walks over to the radio and turns it off if she doesn’t like the station. I am thinking of all of the thousands of people I had in my homes in White World, and I can’t think of a single White person who had this aggressive attitude of gibs me dat, turning the radio channel, demanding a drink. Not even a single one. There was one that came close, but even he didn’t go nearly this far. He was widely disdained as a “wigger” by everyone who knew him. These are very minor things, but they exemplify the general degradation in the quality of life that occurs when you have large numbers of Blacks and Mexicans. Compared to White communities, Black and Mexican groups simply operate on a lower level of morality that is unbelievably offensive to a White person socialized with White values. It’s enough to make you livid with rage and pound your fists into the table.

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  1. He burned everyone else too, but we put a bomb on his windshield and blew it and went into his garage, lifted his car up and turned it upside down so it was resting on its roof! We also slashed all his tires and we made a bunch of prank phone calls to his parents house.
    Now that’s some good old fashioned Great White Man creativity. Good to see ya putting that 147 IQ to some use, Robert. 🙂
    Seriously now, though – can you afford to move, dude? This place sounds like a shithole, and it can’t be too safe for you to stand out as a generally competent human being.
    In Bruce Dickinson voice:
    Run to the hills! Run for your life!

  2. You’re willing to put this stuff on a public forum? Hsve you already been charged for it so it wouldn’t matter if it were out in the open?

  3. California’s Statute of Limitations regarding Injury to Personal Property is 3 years. It was probably a long time ago.

    1. In addition to getting in trouble with the law, he has already f**cked the reputations of those who share his name as well as his own.

  4. “Some stole after they had been in the place scores or possibly hundreds of times. I thought I knew them well.”
    The Stranger by Rudyard Kipling
    The Stranger within my gate,
    He may be true or kind,
    But he does not talk my talk–
    I cannot feel his mind.
    I see the face and the eyes and the mouth,
    But not the soul behind.
    The men of my own stock,
    They may do ill or well,
    But they tell the lies I am wanted to,
    They are used to the lies I tell;
    And we do not need interpreters
    When we go to buy or sell.
    The Stranger within my gates,
    He may be evil or good,
    But I cannot tell what powers control–
    What reasons sway his mood;
    Nor when the Gods of his far-off land
    Shall repossess his blood.
    The men of my own stock,
    Bitter bad they may be,
    But, at least, they hear the things I hear,
    And see the things I see;
    And whatever I think of them and their likes
    They think of the likes of me.
    This was my father’s belief
    And this is also mine:
    Let the corn be all one sheaf–
    And the grapes be all one vine,
    Ere our children’s teeth are set on edge
    By bitter bread and wine.
    When I was younger all I ever heard about by Rudyard Kipling is that he wrote “The White Man’s Burden”, but now I’ve read some of his other poems and they are quite beautiful in style and prose and interesting in content.

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