Rolling Gangsta With Aunt Christy, Part II

For the first part of this story, see my earlier post.

As it turns out, keeping my eye on the greasy-haired men was not where my eyes should have been. After mindlessly dancing the night away to the bad hip-hop music in an effort to make the most out of the sultry joint at which we had ended up, I noticed my niece had disappeared. As I dashed off the stage in a panic to find her, there she was surrounded by the bouncers and security. When I got a little closer I saw her wipe a tear from her eye, which was red and beginning to swell. "Mona," I said with a gasp. "What happened?" As she began to tell me her horrible ordeal in the lady's room, (where apparently the only lady in there was my niece), her tears turned into streams of terror, falling like Niagara Falls on her beautiful blouse.

Two Neanderthal women had for no apparent reason viciously attacked her -- throwing her up against the wall, pulling her hair back to hold her while the other slugged her in the face, and all the while trying to demean her with their filthy jabs in an effort to get her to hit back. My niece knew if she threw even one blow it would result in an all out brawl with the crowd at this sleazy joint. With her training in mind control she knew it was best to just ignore these obviously uneducated tramps as if she didn't even feel the fist in her face or hear the venom they were spewing.

As fate would have it one of the cocktail waitresses was in the lady's room at the time and ran to get security. Upon realizing an employee of the joint had witnessed their attack on my niece, the Neanderthal women fled from the lady's room in a flash. Not a moment too soon as they were just about to throw poor Mona to the floor. Thinking they had gotten away with their seedy attack, the Neanderthal women slunk back to their seats in none other than the VIP room, which as it turns out was right behind the stage where my niece and I had been dancing to the tunes of the bad hip-hop music. An even bigger surprise -- they had dates! What kind of a woman goes into the lady's room, attacks someone she doesn't even know, then slinks innocently back to her date as if she had done nothing other than powder her nose? I'll tell you what kind of a woman. A jealous, evil, white trash, (I can say that because I'm technically white) ignorant one -- with a bad hairdo.

It would appear that the reason for their attack was their jealous rage at their boyfriends' roaming eyes looking at my niece as she danced. Is it Mona's fault that their greasy dates have eyes for beauty, class, and brains? I should say not. With Security now in charge of the situation they were able to find the tramps and throw them out of the joint. However as I realized what had happened, and saw these tramps seizing at the fact they had been thrown out of the joint, my dark side began to rise up and take control. While the bouncers were scouting out the joint for these Neanderthals dates, they were still at the door where I could see them. As I approached the door, I was ready to fight, lay down my life for my niece. As I said to them, "Come on white trash, you think you're so tough, let's go at it. Let's see how tough you are now that it's on a level playing field," as security held the large women back, keeping what could have been an all out brawl to a low simmer. I could see her now frothing at the mouth like a crazed animal, trying to get at me as I sneered, "come on white trash." But it was of no use, by now several of the security had gathered around to shield Mona and I from these Neanderthals. Time to let it go and get out of this Hell Hole this town calls a night club.

Sad thing is, this is the town I grew up in, which is how we ended up there in the first place --visiting family that still lives there for the holidays. A town where years ago you could ride your horse to the local burger place and tie it up to the hitching post outside. A town where kids could play "kick the can" late into the evening with no fear of getting shot at or abducted. A town where everybody knew everybody and the high school didn't have a chain length fence around it. Not anymore. I don't recognize this town anymore. It's now like any other gang invested city where you're afraid to look a stranger in the eye for fear they'll shoot you. A town that's grown beyond it's capacity of streets due to the local city officials bad planning and greed.

This once small desert town where you came to get out of the crime and the hustle of the city. Where you came to relax, ride your horse in the open country, and breathe fresh air, is now gone and with it most of its rich history. Only to be replaced with another cookie cutter city. It's become almost a blur anymore as you drive from town to town; they all seem the same. How sad we live in a time where we throw away memories only to replace them with mindless nothingness. No culture, no uniqueness, no American heritage or history. How sad for the children being born today that they will never know the innocence of the time gone by.

The Roman Empire was destroyed from the inside out. They did it to themselves. Are we to become another nation destroyed from within? Seems so, how sad, how sad...........................