Niggers and the Rose Parade

You never see niggers at the Rose Parade. It bothers them. They don't get it. It makes them feel uncomfortable. And if they are at the Rose Parade in minimum numbers, to maybe feel the tits of a white preteen in the press of humanity or maybe try to clumsily pick a pocket or snatch a purse, or hear the drums go by, you for SURE never see one at the post parade exhibition of floats which lasts three days at a public site. Whites, a few Hindus and lotsa japs and chinks, but nohhhhhhh niggers. It would not occur to one to even try to manufacture an EXCUSE to go. There would be no point. He or she would drop dead on the spot of sheer boredom. The whole thing is a leap of such aesthetically monstrous huge strenuous proportions it almost kills niggers just to even imagine attending the crush to walk around looking at Rose Parade floats. It is like trying to get a cat to be intruigued by the hyroglyphics on an Aztec's tomb. It just ain't in the cards.