Actually, it has nothing to do with either of those. I just liked the way the title sounded, so I used it. Well, I suppose it DOES have something to do with white meat, although only peripherally, and not as a main focus of the story.
Y�see, I went to the food court at this �mall� for lunch today, since there is a noticeable dearth of decent restaurants around here. Not that anything at the food court is decent, but it IS quick and it IS cheap, both important factors in deciding on lunch most days.
So I went to Burger King. (This is where the white meat plays a small and rather inconsequential role in the story.) I ordered chicken tenders and fries, gave the nice lady my money, and she told me it would be a few minutes while they were waiting for the fries to cook. Okay, no problem. I stood off to the side to wait until my order was ready.
Behind me in line was a lady who had her kids with her. Both of the kids were older, probably late teens or so, and one of them was retarded. I don�t mean retarded in the sense that I usually use the word, but in that he had a genuine mental illness. The other kid seemed fine.
So mom orders and pays for some lunch for the retarded kid, and the nice lady said that their order would also be ready in a few minutes. So mom tells the retarded kid to just wait there for his food while she goes and gets something to eat for the other kid.
Now some people might at this point think it unwise to leave an obviously mentally handicapped kid standing there by himself. I would say those people are wrong. It�s not like the kid was a complete vegetable, drooling all over himself and stuff like that. And it�s not like mom was going very far, only about 100 feet away to The Arby�s where she could still see him anyway. And I think it�s probably important to let people like this kid have at least a little semblance of a normal life � at least as much as they could handle. And this kid looked like he could handle at least this little bit.
That is until the next person in line started her shit.
Lemme back up here for a moment. When I pulled into the parking lot, there was a van full of black people that pulled into the space in front of me. Or at least that�s what I thought at the time. Not being a racist, I didn�t think anything of it. I just always look at the people who are around me, because you never know. Sometimes it�s a hot chick, and ya just don�t wanna miss that.
This is where the story starts to resemble the title a little bit. The person in line behind the retarded kid was one of the people from that van. Again, I didn�t immediately think anything of it. Then the bitch got all huffy because the retarded kid was still standing in front of her, sort of. All she had to do was move about two feet to the left and step right up to the fuckin� counter. Nothing too exceptionally difficult about that, unless you happen to be a bloated cow who doesn�t want to have to put any effort at all into being a decent person. But instead of just going around and being an adult about the situation, this twit has to turn into mega bitch. She practically runs this poor kid over, even though he�s done nothing to her.
Then she proceeds to harass the clerk about every little thing. She doesn�t want sesame seeds on her bun. Why don�t they have any lemonade if the other Burger King on the other side of town DOES have it? No, I don�t wanna try any of your cookie specials. She was downright nasty to the nice lady at the counter.
And then two of her friends from the van showed up to stand directly behind me where I was waiting for my food. Ironically, they couldn�t be bothered to move out of MY way after I got my food and went to leave, even though the cow was already bitching to her friends about how the retarded kid didn�t know enough to get out of her way. Of course, I did NOT make a federal case out of it. I simply walked two feet to the left and went on my merry way. And then decided to come here and write about it instead. And the whole time I was walking out of the food court, two words kept going through my mind.
Fuckin� niggers.
I do NOT mean that in any sort of racist way. There is no part of me that looks at all black people and thinks they are inherently beneath white people. I think ALL people suck, no matter what their skin color, so it�s impossible for me to be a racist.
The word nigger has nothing to do with a person�s skin color. That�s where the racist assholes have it all wrong. It�s an attitude, a way of dealing with the people around you. The niggers think that the world OWES them something, like this bitch obviously did. That because her great, great, great, great Granddaddy was a slave, she should expect differential treatment from everybody. Well, fuck you, bitch. You aren�t owed ANYTHING by ANYBODY. Except maybe a swift kick in the ass by all the people inconvenienced by your bullshit. That you definitely have coming.
Nobody�s impressed by your mouthing off about how tough you have it, or more accurately, how tough your ancestors had it. If you really want to impress someone, go out and get a fucking job, you lazy, worthless cunt. Stop whining about how everything should be handed to you and go out and actually EARN something. Then we�ll be impressed. I�m willing to bet you can�t do it.
This is who the niggers are. It�s not someone who�s black. I know plenty of black people who are no different than myself, other than the pigmentation of their skin. Some of them are really fuckin� nice people, and I would consider them friends. On the other hand, I know some pretty shitty white people, whom I would like nothing better than to see them utterly destroyed.
A certain incompetent private investigator springs to mind immediately.