What’s with all the N-words?

MIKE. “Why do they keep saying that word?”

ME. “What word?”

MIKE. “The N-word. The N-bomb. N----r.”

ME. “I don't know. But I’d like to get some angry militant black man into this hall at some point and have him beat the crap out of them every time they say it.”

There is only one black man living in my hall. Most of us are of Mexican ancestry; I’m one of the few exceptions. Yet for some reason, the brown people insist on using the N-word as a form of endearment.

My ancestors fought in the Civil War in order to free the slaves and bring them up from that evil condition; yet for some reason these idiots think it's okay to keep using a word that puts them back down. Because it makes them “cool.” When in fact it makes them look like the biggest racists outside of a Klan meeting.

So if any angry militant pipe-wielding black men wish to volunteer to hang out in my hall for a while and teach these ignorant fools a thing or two about American history, race relations, and the consequences of too much free speech, feel free. I’ll unlock the outside doors for you.