June 9, 2006 § 3 Comments
By: Ryan Tate
Sikeston, MO – More than 50 signed a petition asking the Sikeston City Council to look into monkey attacks on their street. The petitioners claim the monkey is a danger to adults and children.Phyllis Gates thinks otherwise." He is usually pretty calm. People make him nervous," Gates said. Gates says she bought the monkey in
Kansas City five years ago for $5,000. The monkey's name is Alex."I wouldn't say he attacks people, but if he is provoked, he is like other exotic animals, they will attack," Gates said.Her neighbors say it does not matter if the monkey is provoked, he will attack anyway."She cannot control her monkey," Peggy Bearden said. "It attacked my grandson. Part of the material is gone in his shirt." Bearden lives across the street from Gates.Next door, Gayla Schearf says Alex attacked her."They came over to my yard, and the monkey got away. He attacked me after that," Schearf said.Sikeston City Manager Doug Friend tells Heartland News that it is illegal for someone to own a monkey in
Sikeston, but there is an exception in Gates' case, because she owned the monkey before the law was put in place. Friend says the city will look into recent allegations.
Photo Manipulation by: Intolerant
June 8, 2006 § 1 Comment
Welcome to the new crib of Fed Up, the place where you can disrespect niggers all you want and nobody will try to ruin your life for it. I'm not here to provide a place to actually wish them harm but rather make fun of them and their jungle behavior and question who exactly decided they were human. Someone said in a song, "…you got ten fingers, two legs, one nose like me. Just like me. And it's as simple as that you see…" Well it ain't quite so simple as that my friends. Monkeys have ten fingers two legs and a nose too. Most animals have at least the equivilent. So I would say it's as simple as THAT! And with that I kick off this new home for the best damn nigger bashing site on the web! Relax and dig in!
June 8, 2006 § 4 Comments
Just thought I'd toss in this white nigger boy picture I scarfed from funpics. Pretty much defines the youth of today and their affection for all things nigger. Can't really explain the mentality except to say TOO MUCH MTV. When white kids begin once again to have a little respect for their own heritage instead of following the nigger trends, maybe we'll grow a decent society some day. But until then, we're stuck with wanna-be nigger white trash punks with sideways ball caps and baggy pants. Where are the parents?!
June 6, 2006 § 1 Comment
When I was a little tyke, sitting on the floor with my big sister watching the Soul Train on Sunday afternoons after dinner, my first memories of making fun of niggers began with a performance by Billy Preston; Will it go round in circles? We quickly grabbed our sketch books and began drawing our own interpretations of the various "hair care" products associated with niggers back then. Afros were niggers with long hair; nigger hippies. "Fro Sheen"; "Fro Hard"; we were about as creative as a couple of nigger hating 12 year olds could be back in the early seventies. That picture above is what I remember; Billy pounding away "…will it fly high like a bird up in the sky?", afro flopping back and fourth as he danced on his piano stool. Niggers dancing like robots and spastic apes on the dance floor and Don Cornelius in his suit and tie coming out with his deep try- to-sound-white voice to say thank you to Billy. It was a blast from the past as I mourned the death today of a great example of early uppity nigger from the civil rights era of yesterday. But our affection for nigger ridicule was only just beginning. Each week, Soul Train would help us to generate more ideas and drawings until we finally had to collect them all and make a little book. We carried it with us when ever we traveled, something our father was somewhat opposed to, especially the time he got us lost in downtown Washington DC on a dark Saturday night. We innocently giggled in the back seat, drawing niggers, talking like niggers and making fun of niggers while unaware we were completely surrounded by the worst kind of niggers imaginable; DC niggers. But we were just kids. Dad seemed to forget where we developed this love for making fun of niggers in the first place. Today…he would be proud of me for continuing his legacy. Back then he feared for our lives as he zig-zagged our way back onto I-95 and back on the road to North Carolina and our vacation at the beach. Yes, today was a sad day for me with the loss of the great Billy Preston to hypertension and kidney failure at the young age of 59. He made quite an impression on me.
Interesting thing to note concerning the afro. Each strand of wire an afro is composed of is simply a curly-Q beginning very much like human hair in something very much like a hair follicle. It is an amazing creation of God how something so twisted and fine, yet strong and tempered could find its way to intermingle with thousands of others to create the afro. Truly amazing, especially to someone who has had to clean the tiny shavings of this substance from a bathroom sink. Nearly impossible is it to collect all the O-ring type scatterings of tiny nigger hairs clipped closely from the face and scalp over a bathroom sink. To think these could grow to proportions to create the afro pictured above is a previously undiscovered wonder of the world indeed.
June 2, 2006 § 8 Comments
June 1, 2006 § 6 Comments
After struggling to get pictures posted for days, this last ditch attempt has seemed to work. Don't ax me how. Perhaps the niggers knew I had nothing to say today so they stopped blocking my efforts. Who knows, and who knows if it will continue to be a problem in the future. If I have one more stretch where I am not allowed to post pictures, I will delete the entire blog and recreate it from scratch under a diferent name with a different web address. Fucken niggers can manage to screw things up they don't even know about!