You only hear about it when blacks successfully riot. And the only place where blacks successfully riot in where they are in the overwhelming majority.   Let me tell you a story about a failed black riot:  Where: Waynesboro, Mississippi When: Right after the Rodney King verdict Why: Cause they is black and the big White-lookin' jew dude on d' Jew tube told Tyrone that black folks eberwhere wuz givin crackers fits. What: Right after the Rodney King verdict was announced, the Mississippi Negro thought he would act like those negroes out in LA and burn some stuff down and beat a few innocent, random white people. This one negro in particular quickly assembled a Malatov cocktail and ran up to a lady's house and was about to hurl his concoction onto her wooden house. Just so happens that this young lady lived in a house right next door to her father.   (Let me digress here for a moment to tell you why you should avoid the temptation to move to the other side of the country from where you were born to seek out your fortune in the big city, thereby foresaking your roots. You see, had this young lady's next door neighbor been a perfect stranger, odds are that this story would have had a very different ending for how many among us would be willing to face the gallows for a perfect stranger? Now compare that to those that would be willing to face the gallows for a daughter.)  Well, as the negro was making his final dash towards this young lady's house, using that super human speed that all blacks are blessed with, the young lady's father stepped onto his porch and started busting caps and while missing the negroes infantile brain (which only an expert marksman could be expected to hit anyway so his miss was entirely forgivable) he did manage to strike the negro squarely in the grotesquely over-sized buttocks thereby reducing his superhuman speed to only 37 times that of the maximum speed attainable by a superbly athletic example of a white man. All of this remarkable speed was then called upon in said negroes extrication of his person from said property.  The strike of the bullet had repercutions far beyond the education of this young negro: There was no Rodney King Rioting in Waynesboro Mississippi. Nada. Nun. Didn't happen. Fini. Over. Down. Out for the count. Non-Event.   And I bet you never heard a friggin word about this on your Jew-tube.  BTW, Wayne County Mississippi is Chock-friggin-full of my kin. Gets me all warm and fuzzy all up in my insides every time I think about it.   Here's to y'all, my riot suppressing, cap busting, mediocre maksmen kinsman. :clink  Now learn a lesson. That's a great story! Would have been even better if the bullet would have struck the bottle and incinerated the darky on the spot.