I safely returned from New Orleans last week, but I'm still very upset and disturbed by what I saw while I was there. I know many of you warned me, and I knew there was going to be a lot of niggers, but New Orleans was fuxated beyond even my wildest nigger nightmares. I think it's possible this is the most nigger fuxated city in the United States. I wanted to get out of it, but my husband would have went alone and he likes to drive straight through and I was worried he may fall asleep at the wheel.

We drove to New Orleans from New York, only stopping for a 4 or 5 hour nap in the parking lot of a truck stop in Alabama, so I was tired. We arrived about noon and check-in time at the hotel wasn't until 3pm. So we gave our minivan to a nigger to valet park and decided to take a little walk, until the hotel room was ready.

My husband is a fan of the movie JFK, so he wanted to see if that building they showed in the movie was still there. We walked by a lovely park and I was going to take a few pictures until we got closer and I saw dozens of homeless niggers lying all over the ground and under the statues and trees. One was injecting something into it's arm and making loud chimp noises. Of course, we were immediately harrassed for money.

A big nigger buck jumps out out of nowhere and says, "You are being given a ticket for not smiling in New Orleans." My husband reached out to take it, and I scream, "Don't take it, it's a scam!" The nigger gives me a dirty look and says, "It's for Meals on Wheels!" LOL, I bet. So we walk a little further, and don't find the building and I've already seen more niggers than I can take after 24 hours of driving and very little sleep. Plus I'm hungry, which is an issue because I'm diabetic. I just needed a little something to tide me over until we went to dinner that evening.

On the way back, I see the same nigger with the “ticket scam” harrassing a human for a donation so I slow up to see what’s going to happen and the human gives the nigger $10! I couldn’t believe it. We walk back towards Canal Street, which is one of the main touristy roads in New Orleans. I see a McDonald's, so I tell my husband that I'll just get a fish sandwich and we'll sit in McDonald's for a little bit until the hotel room is ready.

There is the slowest sheboon at the register. People are walking out left and right because there is only one cashier and a long line. But by then, I was getting dizzy so I decided to wait. Thankfully, 3 smart people in front of me said, "Screw this," and left. So I get up to the register and say, "I'd like a plain fish sandwich, no cheese." The sheboon looks at me like I just spoke in Swahili and says rudely, "You want a WHO?" I repeat my order and it rolls its eyes at me and makes a face. After I get my sandwich, we go to a booth by a wall.

Homeless niggers and beggars are lounging around in booths. The garbage cans were overflowing. The air smells like urine, pot, and liquor. Screaming unsupervised niglets are running all over.

My husband points out a group of nigger teenapers who are dealing drugs right in the open. When I see a nigger, I try not to interact with it. My goal is not to get killed or robbed by a nigger, especially when in a dangerous city. But unfortunately, my husband, who hates niggers too, will often make a comment that I feel puts us in danger. He grew up in the city, so he thinks he can handle them.

I look over and I see the niggers are not only dealing drugs, they have all their dope, right out in the open, lying on the table. One of them is rolling a big fat blunt. So, of course, my husband can’t resist commenting. He says loudly, “Is that a McDoobie?” Instantly, about 6 niggers surround our table. One says, “Don’t be judging us. This be how we be making our living.” Another nigger, it’s pants hanging down to its knees says, “We gots rent and bills to pay ‘cause our mothers not love us.”

I said, “It’s okay, we’re cool,” hoping to calm the situation. The niggers kept babbling at us and I was scared to death. We got up to go and 3 of the niggers went outside. I was scared they were going to jump us. After we checked in, I Google this McDonald’s and it turns out that a murder and stabbing had been committed there, a few months earlier, in broad daylight!