So I have some oriental niggers living next door, a whole house full of them. Their grandson moved in with a piece of shit dog that barks at me the second I enter my back yard. Also barks randomly at night. And wakes me up.
After the 3rd or 4th day of being woken up I walked over to them groggy eyed and complained. Grandpa said we didn't want the dog but the grandson moved in with it and offered no solution.
Five or so days later, last night, I was in my back yard at 12am and the dog was barking and they were yelling at it and asking why its barking. I said from my back yard that he barks when I'm in my back yard.
Anyway, the grandchild who's in his early twenties came into the back yard and made a few statements:
He claimed to the other occupant he aint scared of me (I never made any threats) He claimed to the other occupant that they've been here for 40 years who gives a fuck (about me) And that if I have a problem I should come see them
I listened to all this and said, I'm right here, and he responded with an aggressive WASSUP. The kind niggers say when they start fights.
This pissed me off and shifted the paradigm from cordial communication to the art of war. I told him I talked to your grandpa a few days ago. And he did some nigger apology. But the line was crossed.
Next morning I went to the USPS and sent a cease and desist via certified mail giving them seven days to fix their shit and listing various injuries such as loss of business, loss of sleep, loss of enjoyment of property, the works as well as applicable codes they were violating as well as a log of numerous violations. And then I set up a backyard security camera with audio recording so I can log the incidents with evidence. If they do not comply they will pay for my pain and suffering.
But tonight I had the most brilliant idea after some random barking prevented me from falling asleep. Since the dog barks when I'm in my back yard and it pisses them off and prevents them from sleeping I simply walked around my back yard causing uninterrupted barking. Their response time is about 10 minutes. After they come outside I slink back in my house or lay flat on the grass to remain unseen and wait 10-15 minutes just long enough for them to start falling asleep. THEN I DO IT AGAIN. HAHAHAHAHA. I did this four times and the grandkid took the dog away from the back yard.
Its great because they just had a stressful night of barking and inter-family yelling and later today they're getting my cease and desist with a certified mail stamp.
Their parents are detestable assholes. They gave them these androgynous, fake-WASP names (CLASSY!) that are sometimes even nigger-spelled to add to the annoyance.
Chase Chance Bruklin/Brooklyn Riley Peyton/Payton Emory Avery Taylor Sidney/Sydney Jordan Reagan
FUCK THESE NAMES AND OTHERS LIKE THEM. Give your daughter a feminine name, you fucking Commie.
17-Year-Old Charged with Attempted Murder After Striking Juvenile and Crashing into Dollar Tree in Bishopville
May 11, 2025 Dollar Tree, 618 Sumter Highway, Bishopville, Lee County, South Carolina
Facts: On May 11, 2025, at around 2:00 p.m., a fight in the parking lot of a Dollar Tree in Bishopville escalated when a 17-year-old juvenile got into a car and intentionally struck another juvenile, causing non-life-threatening injuries.
The vehicle then rolled away, crashing into another occupied vehicle in the parking lot and causing structural damage to the Dollar Tree storefront, leading to a temporary closure.
Lee County Sheriff Daniel Simon reported that the incident involved two adults and three juveniles, with deputies responding to reports of the parking lot altercation.
The 17-year-old suspect, charged as an adult under a 2016 South Carolina law, faces charges of attempted murder, disorderly conduct, malicious injury to property totaling $10,000 or more, and malicious injury to property totaling $2,000 or less.
The suspect is being held at the Sumter-Lee Detention Center pending a bond hearing.
Two adults, Celvin Hickman, 19, and Shamirah Blyther, 24, both from Bishopville, were charged with disorderly conduct, and Hickman also faces a charge of malicious injury to property.
Two other juveniles involved were charged with disorderly conduct and released to their legal guardians.
A duck walks into his local bar after work. He sits at the bar, takes his hat off, orders a drink, and starts reading his newspaper. The bartender's never seen anything like this before, so naturally he strikes up a conversation.
"Say, fella. I've never met a talking duck before." "I get that a lot", he replies without looking up from his newspaper. "If you don't mind me asking, where do you get the money to buy your drinks?" "Work."
The bartender took the hint that the duck didn't want to talk, but he couldn't help himself. "What do you do?" "I'm a drywaller", said the duck as he lowered his glass from his bill, his eyes still never leaving his paper. "That's a strange profession for a duck," replied the bartender. "You get a lot of work?" The duck said, "I do alright. I'm always looking for the next job though." as he turned the page.
The bartender decided that was enough, and that he had work to do. The duck became something of a regular at that bar, always sitting in the same spot, almost never looking up from his newspaper.
One day, a new patron walked in. He was wearing a bright yellow suit with blue stripes. His mustache was styled into an old-fashioned handlebar style, with the tips tapered to a perfect point. Once again, the bartender is curious.
"Hey, fella. And what do you do?", he asked. "Oh, I work with the circus! We just rolled into town and we'll be setting up shortly." "Well, I know someone who's always looking for work! And I think he'd be a great fit. He's a talking duck."
The bartender and the new patron exchanged numbers, and he promised him that when he next saw the duck, he would refer him to the circus. The next day, the duck comes back to his usual spot. After he orders his drink the bartender starts conversation.
"You said you're looking for work right? Well good news, the circus is in town." "The circus?", replied the duck, still reading his newspaper. "You mean that big canvas tent in the middle of town?" "That's the one!" said the bartender. "The one where they keep the animals in those steel cages?", he asked, with the turn of a page. "Yep!" "And they travel from town to town in horse-drawn carriages, sleeping under the stars?" "Yeah," replied the bartender. "You know. The circus." The duck paused briefly, and looked straight up from his newspaper, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. "What the fuck do they need a drywaller for?"
Need to reorganize the vineyard (my two grape vines) to make a nice sitting area for my daughters, with a little bench (maybe bench swing) so the vines will grow over a pergola and give shade and fruit. They love picking the grapes and making juice.
Today I had breakfast at the mall. I was still sleepy, so it took time to notice that nigger ads were suddenly replaced with beautiful, WHite models. It feels like a time machine, like back to the future. HIghly likely corporations are returning back to common sense normalty because of Trump not being fond of nigger faggots, despite still being a Zionist.
