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I almost ran over a nigger today because he was crossing the street on a red light.

I honked at him and he jumped like he didn't know what he was doing. I pointed at the light and was polite enough. I said, "Check the light, brother."

Of course, he couldn't just apologize for being retarded, or absent minded, but immediately upon seeing my glorious Whiteness had to start mouthing off about god knows what. "Something something nigga" is all I head. So I just told him very calmly, "Shut up, nigger." and drove off.

Well my wife and kid were in the car with me, and my wife admonished me (gently) of course, but I looked in rear view mirror and saw my son grinning ear to ear. Oh well. Welcome to the real world, son.