Warning: Rant ahead.
So there’s a pretty big sporting goods store near where I live that has excellent prices and a fantastic selection. Every time I go I feel right at home — I see families shopping for junior’s first fishing rod, men in veteran caps and t-shirts picking up ammo, beautiful women arm-in-arm wearing yoga pants looking at shoes, you get the idea.
The gun section is fantastic as well, there’s tons to choose from, everything from a peashooter to an elephant gun. There are racks and racks of rifles sitting right out in the open (with trigger locks on them) so you can pick up whatever you want and play with the optics, get a feel for it, etc.
Every so often, some random nigger will find its way into the store. It’s not a common occurrence, but it happens often enough that I notice it. I don’t think they’re local, so I always wonder what they’re up to. They’re mostly well-behaved (as far as niggers go), but you still get all the usual passive TNB: pants sagging past their ass, ogling white wimminz, talking at the top of they lungs on they sail foams, niglets messing up displays, walking super slow and taking up entire aisles, you get the idea.
I was at the store today and I saw two teenaped bucks in the gun section, where I most often shop. Both had skinny jeans on, sagged past their asses and matching mops of filthy dreadlocked hair. One of them had a gold mouf piece in and kept doing that stupid thing niggers do where they smile/grimace to show it off.
Now the thing that sets niggers and humans apart is common courtesy; every nigger I’d seen in the gun section always, without fail, never exercises gun safety. Sure, the rifles out in the open are unloaded and trigger-locked, but that ain’t the fucking point, am I right folks? They’ll casually muzzle everyone around them, peer down the barrel, make “BLAOW BLAOW” noises with their mouths (followed by “kekekeke” laughter), the usual monkey shines.
The fucking teenapers I saw today took the fucking cake. They were picking up hunting rifles and shotguns and openly aiming them at each other, then random shoppers that were walking by unawares. They picked up rifles that came with scopes and used them to stare at the asses of women passing by, going “oh DAMN! KEKEKEKE.” One of them even tried to use the edge of a display cabinet to pry off a trigger lock. I was slightly bemused that neither of them knew how to unlock a shotgun action, I could see them desperately trying to do the cool “racking” motions they’d probably seen in movies.
They made their way to the air guns, where there are 1:1 replicas of Sigs, Glocks and Berettas on display (they fire .177 bb rounds with CO2), unloaded but not trigger-locked. They picked them up and started pointing them at random shoppers, pulling the triggers repeatedly as fast as they could. Then they started putting the air guns to their own heads and pulling the triggers, then pointed them at each others’ heads and pulling the triggers. I was in disbelief.
But you know what the worst part was? I saw the staffers walking around, observing all this going on, and every single one of them (super nice people by the way, some of them still in high school) looked too intimidated to say or do anything.
I stood by and watched them do all this for a good 5-10 minutes hoping one of them would succeed in prying off a trigger lock, that maybe they had a loaded mag with them that they could pop in, any excuse so I could draw my own (concealed) weapon and blow them away.
The creepiest part of this whole thing was the way they communicated the entire time. I know folks here make fun of nigger babble and all that, but these bucks literally spoke no words during all of this (except “damnnnn” or “shieeeet,” you know, the pinnacle of the English language). They communicated with literal guttural sounds. “Ay. Hehehehe. Huh.” “Aw. Hehehehe. Unf. Blaoww. Blaowww. Uh huh huh.”
Fucking niggers. Anyway, rant over. Anyone got similar experiences or what?