On the Atlanta news, whenever there is a crime involving black youth, their occupations are more often than not listed as ‘rapper’.
I’ve noticed, while stopped at city traffic lights, that it’s not just the negro populace that appears stupefied by this garbage. Whities, nailed and tattooed, play this crap at full volume.
These are the slobbering, knuckle-dragging Neanderthals that are unable to name the first president of the United States.
America rapidly descends into the mire of even less than mediocrity.
Whenever a black kid gets trayvonned (i.e., righteously gunned down while in the commission of a felony) certain 'tropes' are certain:
"He aspired to be a recording artist."
"He planned to marry one of the mothers of some of his children."
"He was turning his life around."
"He was an honor student." (Maybe. In the third grade. Maybe.)
"His many half brothers and sisters say they will miss him greatly."
"His mother and step-father are consulting an attorney."
"Community leaders question the use of force."