Enjoying the race war, darling. You know we live in a communist country. People think I’m crazy when I say that. But we are being made to do everything we don’t want to do and have everything done to us by the people that are above the law. I was going to get back into teaching but they don’t want white teachers anymore, not even out in the county. Everything is going black. My grandchild is only one of eleven white children in the entire school and he gets attacked by these little shits every day. My baby goes to school to learn, because it’s the law, and these turds with arms and legs swarm him like flies swarm on them. Of course the teacher looks the other way. What’s she going to do, go against her own?

You know the Bel Loc Diner is closing. It’s going to be a Starbucks. Not in time though. Last year my niece was beaten to death in the alley by niցցers, right behind the diner. I’ll die by a niցցer hand too, because I’m not backing down from these fucking animals.

Last night, in the alley behind my daughter’s house—I live with my daughter now to help with the children—we have these so-called upscale middleclass blacks, four pretty cооns with their hooped earrings and fake braids all the way down to their asses, reciting a Zumba performance in the alley. I shit you not, baby. These bitches had a fucking PA system hooked up in the alley! I was gardening because it was still light out, had my shovel. But the baby was sleeping. There is no speaking to these people. So my daughter calls the police and a cop comes. He is standing their telling her he can’t do a thing even though it’s against the noise ordinance. If they don’t want to move he can’t move them. He’s not supposed to lock anybody up, just speak to them, mediation.

Now, the entire time the cop is talking to my daughter, these whores are threatening her for calling the cops, so I flip them the finger. Then they start complaining to the cop that I flipped them the finger. He asked me if I did, so I asked the leader bitch what finger I flipped her, and she said, “The middle finger.”

I said, “Congratulations, that’s the third finger. I didn’t think you could count that high.”

So she says, “Oh, you a smart bitch, huh? Well, you a fat bitch too. You oughta be taken our Zumba.”

Oh, I knew I had her then, thought maybe she’d come across the alley at me. I said, “No, Baby Girl, I get enough exercise riding your husband’s big black cock for eight hours a day while you’re at work. It’s awful nice of you to let him stay home to take care of Old Rosalie!”

Let me tell ya, baby, that tweety-bird bitch was ready to bring it, started across the alley swinging her braids so you could hear them slap on that hard monkey ass of hers. Well, the cop is holding her back and the other bitch is eye-balling me, so I tell her, “Come on, I’ll bury your ass with this shovel, bitch!”

She starts telling the cop, “She threaten me, officer, she threaten me!”

Of course, the cop is stupid, but he’s not a complete idiot, and did overhear me say something, so he turns to me and says, “What did I hear you say, Miss?”

I turned on the Rosalie charm, batted my eye lashes at him and said, “Oh, excuse me for interrupting, Officer Handsome, but I was just saying to my neighbor that “Burying this grass with this shovel is a bitch.”

Baby, I don’t say shit around a cop unless I have an alternate version. Those whores were fit to be tied. My daughter and girlfriend keep getting on me about back-talking the niցցers, but I like black people, so it’s pretty damned hard for me to put up with niցցers. I’m standing my ground. On my tombstone it ‘ill read, “Here lies Rosalie, killed for back-talking niցցers.”