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on fridays, sometimes my neighbor and i go to a buffet about 25 minutes away from where we live.  today we decided to go, so i walked over to his house and waited outside near his truck, which was running.  as i’m waiting for him to come outside i see two young black dudes walking across the street from my neighbor’s home.  one was walking in front of the other, but the pace they were walking at was eerily slow.  it’s cold as fuck up here, and all they had on were hoodies.  in my mind i’m thinking it’s too damn cold to be walking at a snails pace with no coat on.  something told me the situation wasn’t right.

and i’m psychic.

i watched them go on down the street, looking inside people’s houses.  my neighbor came outside and i told him what i saw, so we went down the street to see where they went.  we came upon them and one was peeing on the front side of someones home while the other looked inside the open windows and around the back of the place.  it looked like they were casing the fucking spot!  so we pulled in the driveway and my neighbor jumped out to ask them what they were doing when these fools turned and ran.  aww hell naw!  we ended up chasing down one of the guys and my neighbor talked to him for minute, explaining to him that what he was doing was the wrong shit; telling him he was gonna rob his own people instead of the people who had put him in the place where he felt he needed to rob people.  in the midst of telling the young brother that he knew he would attempt the shit again and to be prepared for the consequences, i was surprised at how open this guy was to the wisdom he was receiving.  he even thanked my neighbor for stopping him.  now i’m sure he was happy that the situation had a positive outcome, cuz if it had been someone else, especially one of the fed up men (or women) in this neighborhood where crime has risen lately, he would’ve had a pistol pulled on him and quite possibly fired.  these folks don’t play.

my neighborhood, although considered a suburb, is now overly populated with section 8 hoodrats who’ve brought their dust clouds and baggage with them from the slums of the hood.  homeowners saw the value of their homes shoot to shit, and instead of walking away, decided to lease their homes to the government.  the government, boosting guaranteed rent payments, started leasing these homes in suburban neighborhoods to bums, whores, drunks and addicts with millions of kids and no daddy, no cleanliness and no pride. now that they’ve been removed from cleveland’s inner cities into more prominent school districts (at a rate that is so incomprehensible that no wonder property values in this area have dropped, some more than 50% ), the uppity white folks are starting to build over-priced condos in fucked up neighborhoods, hence suburban Section 8. not all people on government assistance are like this, but the majority of them are just plain nasty.  these people have brought their pigsty-like tendencies onto the clean and manicured lawns of the suburbs, and crime and other ridiculousness has followed them.  now some ‘burbs look like they need to be disinfected.

with section 8 hoodlums has come a considerable amount of trash and bad habits. shit that proud homeowners don’t do like neglect “their” lawns and upkeep “their” homes.  cuz the shit ain’t theirs.  who cares if screens are missing and front doors swing open freely because of a missing latch that they’re too lazy to buy.  cuz it ain’t their shit.  you can usually tell which houses on the block belong to section 8 renters if the mini-blinds are dirty and/or broken.  and if food wrappers and other bullshit are just floating around like they belong there too.

so with these people came their crime.  crime has always existed, yes, but it didn’t exist in my neighborhood until they came.  they being lazy excuse-making lowlifes.  now their teenage kids are roaming around the area breaking into people’s homes while they’re at work, trying to stay afloat.  the last thing they need is to come home to a ramshacked home with missing shit.  especially at the hands of the jealous motherfucker next door, who can’t afford a flat-screen because they’re too lazy to get off their nasty ass and give up that check they get every month.  instead of making a living the correct way, they spread their legs and spit out ghetto-fucked-up bastard children who grow up wondering why their lives are so screwed.  why they don’t have nice things and brand new video game consoles.  why?  because their mother (and grandmother and great-grandmother) was too busy blaming everyone else but herself for why she never became anything.  when the government stepped in and told her she “didn’t”  have to do a damn thing but not have a man to get some $$ each month, she lost sight of whatever she wanted to be and started being nothing but a worthless stupid piece of shit.  a detriment to society.

now these people who’s homes were broken into, who are already paying for her to live next door to them, have to replace everything that was stolen from them, in addition to supplementing the people that took the shit!  what kind of sense does that make?

so are we gonna sit around the dinner table and keep raising our blood pressure over this shit, or are we gonna make some changes?  are we gonna take back our communities or wait for whitey to do it?  are we gonna follow the example of my courageous neighbor, who was willing to show the young boy the right way?

what’cha gon’ do willis?