Black...101

Welcome to post number 101. I'll be your host today, Professor Angry Black Man. Today we're gonna talk about niglets.

Niglets--the offspring of Niggas--are getting on my damn nerves.
Editor's note: Niggas should not be confused with Black people

There is yet another video making its way around Youtube of niglets fighting on the subway. I'll save you 1:41 of your time and just tell you that they actually organized a brawl on the train. They waited until the doors closed at the station right before the train goes above ground and over the bridge and stopped fighting once it went back underground. That happens to be one of the largest distances between stations so it gave them the most time to fight before someone could intervene. While the pair fought, fifteen of there friends stood around cheering and videotaping like the background people on a Streetfighter game.

Normally, I'd say something like WHY!? At this point...I don't care why. I just want it to stop. It isn't that I care about them. It isn't even about them setting us back a few years. Thanks to Tyler Perry and BET...we're already back in the 1800's. So, I'm not asking why. I'm not going to appeal to their better nature. Instead...I'm going to do what no other Black person has the balls to do:

I'm authorizing the Klan. We need the Ku Klux to patrol the metro. I mean, hell, Metro police aren't doing shit. I'm calling 411 and I'm asking for the number to the closest Grand Wizard and I'm going to see if they're available. The one caveat is that they have to leave good upstanding Black people alone. Anyone else...go at it. Nine times out of ten they'll be wearing baggy jeans, a puffy coat and have dreads. Whoop their asses!