
Jason Voorhees
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As a child it always made me immensely happy to see a dead nigger. I used to live in the inner city areas of chicago, growing up in the 70s in a poor neighborhood, I must have been the only white kid around since I barely saw any whites but gang violence was at it's peak in Chicago at the time and crimes were common in improvised areas like mine so I had the pleasure of waking up to the smell of incinerated dead niggers in the morning that lay by the side of the pavement after the gang encounters that happened almost everyday. I still remember the intoxicating smell of their decaying flesh, their naked bloodied bodies full of open wounds and for some reason it made me happy. I was happy to see an inferior monkey being shown it's place. I wonder how Chicago looks like now.