I grew up in the middle of the woods in Ohio and graduated in a class of 70 with like 3 niggers max. I had a large yard and a huge swathe of woods less than a stone's throw from my home. I could stand on my porch and piss on the grass and not a soul would see me. It took me twenty minutes to get to work in a shop by people who put as much effort in as I did. Then I joined the navy and ever since then my life has been drowning in niggers and mexicans. I was stationed on a ship that made port in fucking Norfolk, Virginia. Trying to get fucking two miles anywhere took fucking half an hour, my ship was filled with lazy niggers with no responsibility or skills who put more work into avoiding responsibility than I had ever seen in my life. When I got out the only work I could get was coming back to this godforsaken sprawl to do IT contracting on the naval base. I rent an 11x11 room for $600 a month in a neighborhood where I have to wake up at night to the gunshots of niggers shooting eachother and everytime I step out for groceries I'm hounded by a dozen scam artists and beggars looking for a fucking handout. Living in the country is almost completely nonviable at this point because anything worth a damn costs nearly my entire paycheck, so I'm fucking stuck here. Every day I fucking contemplate ramming my car into one of the suburban homes I drive past every day that have replaced their American flag with the rainbow mental illness flag in the hope that would kill me and at least one democrat voter. Fuck cities.