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Was riding at the motocross track with my brother on Saturday. He had a serious accident--not life threatening, but he badly broke a wrist and broke several bones in his face (yes he was wearing a good quality helmet). I took him to our local emergency room where service was quick and professional. But the local hospital referred us to The Med, also known as the Elvis Presley Trauma Center in Memphis due to his facial fractures. Brother got to ride the ambulance, and I followed with my wife in my own vehicle.
We got to EPTC at midnight and had to park in a parking garage 2 blocks away. I already knew the facility didn't allow guns or knives and had a metal detector at the entrance, so I reluctantly disarmed myself at my car. As soon as I opened the door, I heard 5 quick rounds of gunfire in the street--but I couldn't locate the direction due to being inside a concrete parking garage. We crossed our fingers and walked to the hospital entrance.
Inside, I was greeted with the biggest bongo party I've ever had the displeasure of seeing. Wall to wall niggers of every variety. Gang bangers, prostitutes, niggerpotomusses, snake heads, afro heads, weave heads... All the security and staff in the emergency room were niggers. Apparently, the "trauma center" also serves as a general purpose inner city emergency room, and we were there at midnight on Saturday night in the middle of Memphis. Four human beings (my wife, my mother, brother's other daughter and myself) were forced to sit in this hell-hole waiting room till after 3:00 am surrounded by shenanigans and nigger shines. Here are a few highlights.
1) A simian street bum kept getting past security into the waiting room, where it would wander around begging. I couldn't understand it's attempts at speech, but at one point it probably identified me as one of the few "haves" in a room full of "have nots", and started trying to get me to give it something--a cigarette I think (I'm not a smoker). I looked at it and in my most intimidating expression and voice loudly said "NO!" The nigger shrugged its shoulders like it was saying "dat be sum booshit". My mother asked "what was he wanting?" I told her I didn't know and didn't care, the answer was always going to be no. Security then came and escorted the animal outside. But it came back inside the waiting room at least twice more during the night. Great job security team.
2) We learned that brother had been put in the trauma unit, and we normally would have relocated to another trauma unit family waiting room deeper inside the building that would have been quieter. But the hospital had been put on lockdown due to the shooting that occurred in the street literally outside the door (which was the gunfire I heard when I exited my vehicle). We were therefore trapped inside the waiting room from hell, where apparently half of the occupants were related to the apes who were shooting at each other outside in the street. We could have left and waited outside, but of course that was no option.
3) At about 3:00 am, a pitiful nigger street creature staggered into the waiting room and sat down on the bench immediately next to us. I won't be able to adequately describe it. The nigger looked older, was bone thin and walked like it had a version of cerebral palsy. Clothes looked like it had been wallowing in a dusty hole. After nigger sat down, it pulled off its baseball cap and spent the next 20 minutes picking insects out of its head fur. It would bend over and scratch its head and watch the insects hit the ground. Then it pulled off its shoes... My wife caught herself from nearly vomiting. I've never seen anything like it. The nigger had toes that were facing backwards and every other direction. Some looked like they were fused together, and the toes were green and yellow. Then the creature started staggering around the waiting room on its bare hind paws. I observed that there were other nigger animals sleeping on the floors this thing was walking on. And of course, there were now either lice or fleas on the bench where it has been sitting. Security told the creature several times to put its shoes back on, and finally succeeded in getting it to do so.
4) I've got to give the nigger staff credit--they did recognize the potential biohazard of the broken down street creature, so after they got rid of the thing, they sent a little old nigger woman house keeper to come mop the floor where green toes had been sitting. (But they never did wipe down the bench it was sitting on). My mother tried to be nice and talk to the house keeper, but I couldn't understand a thing it was saying in return. It smiled and appeared to be pleasantly interacting with my mother, but then as it turned to presumably go back to work, it whacked my mom in the head with the end of its mop handle!
5) A mated pair of subhumans were escorted out of the emergency room. The pregnant female had been examined by a doctor and began cursing and abusing him, so it was escorted out to the sidewalk. The male partner had been inside the bathroom for a long time, which was immediately behind our bench. A security guard startled us by beating on the bathroom door, which produced the inside occupant. It was told to leave the hospital, that its pregnant mate was already outside on the sidewalk.
At this the male started cursing and threatening the security guard. Multiple guards got involved at this point. The snake headed security guard who initiated the contact was a skinny little nigger that couldn't have weighed over 120 pounds. But when other security guards started physically dragging the cursing, threatening male outside, the little security guard was running behind yelling "I'm here--watchu gonna do? I'm here, come on show me watchus got!" Very professional. Many more observations from ghetto hell that night, but we finally were allowed to enter the interior of the hospital to where brother was sometime between 3 and 4:00 am.
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Niggermania 4 Comments [9/19/2017 10:17:52 AM]
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