/r9k/ - ROBOT9999

I just got home from the city, and it was one of the most detestable experiences I've ever had to endure in recent years. I initially went out with the plan to purchase my family their Christmas presents today so that I wouldn't have to do it nearer to Christmas, when the shops would be busier, which i thought would be a good idea. When I entered the city center, I was absolutely disgusted by the vulgar display of putridity around me. There were old gypsies without a single word of english begging on street corners, battling for free real estate with the similarly minded homeless crackhead natives of the city. There were packs of niggers and brown rapefugees fresh off the boat, roaming around, smoking cigarettes and weed outside of shopfronts and staring at people with their inhuman, sub-65IQ charcoal black eyes. Most of the whites aged under 35 were either dressed in the globohomo wannabe-amerimutt hipster uniform (carhartt, mustaches, mullets, light wash denim, etc.) or the government housing estate special (branded black/grey/ blue matching tracksuit, faded haircut and expensive running shoes). I unfortunately had to spend a lot of time observing this fluctuating crowd of subhumans because every single one of my family members asked for items that were unavailable for in person purchase or spent half an hour responding to my texts. I only managed to get one present before giving up out of frustration and going home.
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The bus ride was undoubtedly the worst part of today, however. I was pleasantly surprised with the fact that there were only about 10 people on the bus, which is highly unusual for a route that's usually quite popular. I sat around the middle of the bus, as I usually do, and nothing happened for the first 10ish minutes of the ride. That was, until 2 (or 3, I think there was a third but I wasn't looking up at the moment they were getting on the bus) "people" got on, the purest, most repulsive embodiments of the Council Housed And Violent archetype.
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I'm used to seeing people like this, as the bus I take goes through a few traditionally working class areas, which have their fair share of abrasive undesirables. Given that the bus was almost empty, they felt they had free reign. I saw something hit the front of my seat, but I decided to give it the benefit of the doubt and assumed it was just the product of an open window and a breeze bringing in small objects from the outside. Next, I felt something small hit off of my back. A minute later, my hair, then the back of my neck. I had my earphones in, listening to Skinny Puppy (gemmy band btw) and pretending that nothing was happening. They would begin to jeer at me, but I didn't turn around once, hoping they would stop. The only sentence worth remembering & paraphrasing that came out of one of their mouths was "I know you won't do anything mate because you'll have to talk(?) to my blade(?). RIO DE JANEIROOO". I'm not sure if "blade" was the exact word they said, because it seems very uncharacteristic for somebody like them to use. I endured one more potshot to the back of my neck before I decided to cut my losses and got off at the next stop, tuning out their continued insults and ending the 3 minute debacle that inspired this faggy blogpost. When I got up, my face had already turned bright red and I could feel my heart pounding. Its very embarrassing to admit that something as trivial as a group of 15/16 year old kids taking the piss out of me was enough to activate my fight or flight instincts, but such is life.
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The thing is, I'm not sure if what I did was right. I have always been a coward, always meek and unwilling to engage in any confrontation that I am not absolutely sure that I will win. When I was in that seat I was reminded of when I was 14-15 and of the subhumans who used to constantly throw objects, water and insults at me, and how I almost always just took it and prayed to God, both in school and at home, for them to stop. Eventually they did, because they all dropped out of education or moved to a different school, which was a win in my book, but not a win that I earned.