One more reason to hate humanity
Last weekend, me and a group of friends were wandering around downtown fairly late at night when we happened to stumble across a gang of neo-Nazi skinheads. These are the kind of people you don’t want to bump into in broad daylight, let alone on an empty street in the dark. They followed us for a few blocks, intending to beat up one member of our group that they determined to be a homosexual (actual quote: “Nice pants, faggot!”) After we convinced them that he was merely a snappy dresser, they continued to follow us, yakking on endlessly about how hard the white man has it nowadays. At one point, one of them made a comment about the President of the United States looking like a monkey. I was about to correct him that not only was that guy not the President any more, but that the joke had stopped being funny almost a decade ago, when I realized exactly what he meant. I really, really hate people sometimes.
The most surreal part of the experience was that the most aggresive member of the group had a Nazi SS logo tattooed right smack dab on his cheek. How in the hell do you expect to ever get a job with an SS logo on your face? You can’t even panhandle, since no one’s going to toss a couple of quarters to a Nazi. At what point did getting that tattoo seem like a good idea?
