I was telling my boomer dad about an incident at my kid's school where I went to pick her up in the afternoon. A jeetnigger decided to stand right in front of me like put the back of his nigger head right against my nose just as my kid and I made eye contact and smiled. I whipped around him and used every bit of self control I had not to throw him to the ground and begin destroying his ugly shitnigger face. Instead I just said, "What the fuck is wrong with you?" and stood right in front of him. "I almost went to jail today," I told my old man and described the event. I was expecting him to emphasize how good it was that I restrained myself but he went a different route. Seems I might be getting through to him more than I thought. "Yeah, I'd probably kill the sonofabitch. I don't really have anything to lose anymore," is what my dad busted out. And it occurred to me that he's right. All of his friends are dead. His wife is dead. His body is holding up well but he keeps hinting at the fact that I'd be in better shape to support my family if he'd just die and leave me his boomerbucks rather than him trying to fill out his remaining years with Napa Valley trips and golf courses, etc etc etc. He can't go back to Vegas because it's become a relentless shakedown where the nigger casinos nickel and dime the ever loving shit out of you. He cannot have fun there anymore because he remembers how it used to be. Hawaii has lost appeal in a similar way and especially since it just makes him miss my mom. He hates the idea of having a stroke or breaking a hip or becoming a violent pants shitting dementia patient and becoming a burden on the rest of us. By golly, the old boy might just go out in a blaze of glory. I hope he makes it based af.