Angelina and the skinheads
by Power2comintern, power2comintern@yahoo.com
A Progressive woman deals with racist skinheads


Ok, here goes. I am a proud, educated African-American professional man. A few
weeks ago, I was harrassed by some skinheads because I was dating a white
woman. So I decided to write a story. This is my first story so please bear
with me, except for the practice stories I wrote in my creative writing class.
At STANFORD, that's right STANFORD. (Oh, shout out: GO CARDINALS!!) Anyway,
this story is dedicated to the skinheads who harassed me.

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"You're going to have to do better than that, you fuckheads," Angelina snapped
into the phone. Angelina was an attorney for a nonprofit organization that
fought for multiculturalist rights. Right now, she was on the phone with, and
also she was suing, a company that refused to hire undocumented Mexican
workers.

Her face contorts in anger as she listened to the voice on the other end.
"Don't you dare use the I-word again," she snarled. "No human being is
**illegal*. Call them 'undocumented.' Now I'm going to explain this one more
time, so get it through your racist skull! You can accept my settlement offer
and pay us $2 Million, plus the half-Million fine to the government for hiring
undocumented workers, or you can keep resisting and get a hit for $20 million
when we successfully sue your pasty white cracker asses! So what's it gonna
be?"

There came the familiar sigh of defeat and a dejected male voice agreeing to
her demands. Angelina smirked in triumph. One more of the good ol' boys club,
people who put glass cielings in the Business world, put in his place. Ha ha!

"Good," she said coldly. "Be at our office at nine sharp tomorow morning to
take care of the paperwork, BOY." She laughed as she hung up. It was so nice
too call white males BOY. Nothing could make up for centuries of humiliation
the noble Black race had suffered through slavery and been called BOY by
racist crackers, but this was a start.

As she stood up and prepared to leave the office for the day, she paused to
admire her reflection in the mirror. Angelina, was a strikingly beautiful
woman. She was thirty-five years old, but could pass for 25. Her long dark
brown hair, deep brown eyes, and high-cheekboned face, gave her model-like
beauty. At 5'7" and 120 pounds, she was tall and slim. Beneath her fashionable
business attire there was lurked a muscular and athletic but feminine body.
She was tone from years of kickboxing and gymnastics practice and tanned from
her many hours outdoors. She also liked getting tan as dark as possible
because it made her skin look close as possible to the beautiful caramel skin
of the Black race. Although she was a white woman, she exclusively dated Black
and Mexican men. No member of the white male Patriarchy, with all the
opression they had committed over the centuries, was worthy of her.

Angelina climbed into her Chevy volt and started on her way home, intending to
stop at the grocery store on the way. When she swung by the organic food
store, however it was dark. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 5
minutes after seven! "Fuck, forgot they close at seven! Guess I'll have to go
to the regular grocery store. Just as long as I can get my Fair-trade coffee."
she thought to herself.

Ten minutes later, she pulled into the parking lot in front of the
Albertson's. As she approached the front door, a young man with a shaved head,
dressed in a black jacket approached her, carrying a clipboard. She saw three
other similar-looking young men, also with clipboards, talking to someother
customers.

"Excuse me, ma'am," he said. "Would you like to sign this petition to reduce
welfare..."

As soon as she heard the words 'reduce' and 'welfare' together, Angelina
snapped into action. "Excuse me?" she growled loudly, causing all the others
to stare at her. "You want to reduce payments to historicly opressed Black and
Brown minorities? Sounds like we've got some RACIST FUCKING SKINHEADS here!!"

"Hey, if you don't want to sign it, just be on your way," said the young man.
"No need for name-calling or..."

"Fuck yeah there's a need for name-calling," Angelina hissed. "You bigoted
Nazi skinheads are the reason there's war, poverty, and opression in the
world." She turned to the other customers, which was a middle-aged couple, a
man in a dark suit, and a pimple-faced teenage boy. "None of you should sign
this racist hate petition."

The pimple boy immediately nodded in agreement and quickly scurried off into
the night, but the man in the suit and the couple they signed the petition
anyway. Angelina gave them the finger. "Fucking trailer-trash redneck hicks!,"
she snapped at the couple, who were both dressed in jeans and T-shirts. "And
you, you're a fucking fascist capitalist opressor!," she continued as she
turned on the man in the suit. She continue to glare at all three of them as
they headed to their cars.

When they were out of sight, she turned to the skinheads and gave each one the
finger, spat on the ground, and stalked into the store.

She was still muttring to herself, in anger, as she paid for her fair-trade
coffee. As she approached the exit, she saw that the four skinheads were still
outside She let out a curse. They shouldn't get away with spreading their
poisonous beliefs, she thought to herself.

And they didn't have to. A cold, hard look appeared on her face!

Instead of going back to her car, Angelina sneaked out the door and hid in the
bushes She waited, watching them.

An hour and a half later, her patience was rewarded when she saw the skinheads
leaving. She followed them through the parking lot, ducking behind the parked
cars. Watching as they got into their vehicle, she nodded knowingfully to
herself. "So typical," she muttred. It was a pickup truck with a 'Don't Tread
On Me' bumper sticker on one side of the back end and a Ron Paul sticker on
the other side.

She quickly made her way over to her Chevy Volt, got in, and began following
the pickup truck. It went about three miles, then turned into an apartment
complex. she pulled over and turned off her lights, watching the men as they
got out. she made sure to make herself a note of which unit they went into,
then drove home.

Angelina fixed herself a quick TV dinner in the microwave, then changed from
her business attire into what she termed her 'combat Outfit.' She wore,
skintight black pants, a tight black T-shirt, black leather gloves, and
knee-high black leather boots with razor-sharp four-inch stilletto heels. She
put her long, dark brown hair into a ponytail and put on a mask. She then
walked over to the closet, where her gun safe was. Punching in the code, she
swung it open and looked over her collection. Women like her needed guns for
their causes. She only wished there was some way to make laws that would take
guns away only from people with dangerous, redneck, racist opinions, the
people who kept waving their guns around while talking about the Constitution.
It figures that people who kept talking about a document written by dead
racist white males would be racist themselves! They were the ones who were a
threat to her as a Progressive, independent women, and a racist threat to the
Black and Brown lovers she took!

She selected a 12-gauge sawed-off shotgun and quickly, and expertly loaded it.
After re-locking the safe, she paused to admire herself in the mirror again.
Her hard 6-pack abs were visible between the bottom of her T-shirt and the top
of her low-cut pants, and the short-sleeved top showed off her slender but
muscular arms. She was braless, and the outline of her firm, round 34C's it
was clearly visible.

She drove back to the skinheads' apartment complex, parking a few blocks away.
She adjusted her mask and grabbed her shotgun, then made her way to the
aparments, making sure to stay out of sight of the security cameras. Although
she was masked, she didn't want to take any chances.

The gate was locked of course. Angelina strapped her shotgun onto her back and
gripped the top of the wall with her gloved hands, then used her
well-developed upper body strength to pull herself up and over. She dropped
down on the other side, landing elegantly on her feet despite her High heels!
She made her way to the skinheads' door. There was voices and laughter came
from inside.

With a single strike from her kickboxer's leg, she kicked in the door, causing
it to splinter into dozens of pieces. The four skinheads, who had been
watching TV, turned and stared in shock.

"Hey assholes, remember me?" smirked Angelina, removing her mask with her left
hand. Her right held the shotgun, aimed with perfect steadyness right at them.
Wow her arms must be strong, to hold it perfectly steady with one hand like
that!

"Why, you..." began one man. He dove for a Baseball bat in the corner, but
Angelina was much too quick for him. She pulled the trigger, blowing his head
off and splattering the remnants of his brains all over the carpet! Before any
of the others could move, she pumped her shotgun one-handed and shifted her
aim to them.

"You fascist scum, do as I say and I'll let you live. Don't, and you'll end up
just like him," she growled. The skinheads trembled in fear and nodded. She
laughed at her dominance over them!

"You there, lead the way to the back. You two, follow him and drag the body
with you.No funny stuff," she ordered.

As the men obeyed, Angelina dragged the coffee table with one hand to cover
the massive blood splatter on the floor, while keeping the shotgun, pointed at
the backs of the men, in her other hand.When the table had been moved enough
that none of the blood or brain matter was visible, she quickly huried after
them.

In one of the back rooms, she ordered one skinhead to tie the other 2 to
chairs. She checked their bonds, then smiled icily at the untied man. "And now
it's time for you fuckers to die. Your turn first."

"What?" all three growled.

"You said if we did as you said, you'd let us live!" said the untied man.

"I lied," said Angelina simply.

"This is murder!" said one of the men from his position was tied to his chair.

Angelina whacked him across the face with her shotgun, breaking his nose!
"Shut up," she commanded. "You skinheads deserve to die!"

The other tied man began, "But we're not skin..."

Angelina backhanded him across the face, the blow from her gloved fist landing
with enough force to break his nose, too! "I said shut the fuck up!" She said
again.

She turned back to the untied man and tossed her shotgun into a corner. "Come
on, BOY. Try to get to the gun. Try to get past me."

He tried faking to the left, then darting to the right But Angelina was much
too quick for him! She tripped him to the floor easily. She then jumped on top
of him and punched him in the face several times with her big, leather-gloved
fists. Her Relentless barage of blows broke his nose, blackened both of his
eyes, ripped open large, bloody cuts on both of his cheeks, and knocked 3 of
his teeth out.

"Strong aren't they?" she taunted him, looking admiringally at her tanned, and
toned arms. "My legs are strong too," she continued, standing up. "Let me show
you."

As the skinhead began getting up, Angelina savagely rammed her knee into the
underside of his chin. She had meant to toy with him for a little longer. but
her blow, powered by her kickboxer-trained quads, landed with such sheer
strength that it snapped his neck backwards, breaking it!

"Oops!" she giggled. She prodded the dead body with her boot, looking at the
two remaining men as she did so and taking sadistic pleasure in the looks of
fear on their faces.

"Who's next? How about you?" She loosened the bonds of the man nearest her,
motioning for him to finish freeing himself. She tauntngly shook her 34C's at
him as he stood up. "Come and get me...if you think you can, BOY. White BOY"

He charged straight at her. She calmly stood there and waited. Just before he
would have crashed into her, she suddenly moved with lightning speed,
pivoting, and stopping his charge by firing a brutal side kick into his gut!
Her razor-sharp four-inch stilleto heel was driven deep into his midsection
from the force of her kick, piercing his stomach and small intestine! As she
withdrew her high heel with a sqishing sound, he began howling in agony.

"What's the matter, did the pretty girl hurt your tummy?" she mocked him.
"Well, try and hurt mine."

He swung a punch at her stomach. Angeline tensed her rock-hard abs, making
them even more of a stone wall. The skinhead screamed in pain as the impact
broke several bones in his hand!

She turned to look at the last man. "I hope you put up a better fight than
this faggot," she said.

The wounded skinhead suddenly began running towards the shotgun, thinking that
he had the perfect oportunity. However, Angelina had set the whole thing up
just to mentally torment him and give him false hope, delibrately looking away
from him and knowing what he would try to do!

The man, crippled by the stileto wound in his gut, couldn't run very fast.
Angelina was of course once again much too quick for him. She elegantly
back-flipped to him, crashing into him before he had gotten even halfway to
the gun. Her high heels ripped two bloody wounds into his back as she kicked
him to the floor!

"How..." he groaned, not even having even seen her coming.

She laughed. "I can back-flip faster than you can run. Gymnastics isn't just
little girls dancing in pretty pink leotards." His only response was to groan
again.

"Oh, your no fun anymore," She sighed. She walked over to him and fired a
lethal palm strike into his face, driving the cartiladge from his nose into
his brain.

"Three down, 1 to go," she said, climbing up from the newly dead man. She
loosened the last man's bonds. (He was the one who had asked her to sign the
petition).

"Please," he begged as he freed himself. "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, but I want to," she sneered.

"Why do you have to kill us just because we don't agree with your politics?"
he asked. Big mistake. The cracker just didn't get it!

"You're fucking racist Nazi skinheads! Hate speech doesn't count as free
speech!'

"Now wait a minute. We're not skinheads or Nazis. We're just..."

"Shut up!" shrilled Angelina. "You skinheads are always in denial! You want to
destroy welfare, you support Ron Paul, you don't have a lot of hair, you drive
a pickup truck, and you have that 'Don't Tread On Me' bumper sticker which
means you worship the old dead racist white guys who wrote the fucking racist
Constitution which says members of the noble Black race (who taught the Greeks
everything they knew like geometry and Mythology and astronomy and math, until
the ungrateful white Greeks stole knowlidge from them and took all the credit)
and still fucking racist slave owning Ben Franklin and fucking racist slave
owning John adams said that Blacks were only three-fifths of a person! That
means you're a fucking skinhead! And you're probably a militia members too!"
With that, Angeline launched herself at him in a flying kick. Her right boot
impacted his shoulder, the stiletto heel making a deep puncture wound. The
force the impact knocked him down. She stood over him, bouncing around lightly
on her feet (like the great Black boxer Muhammad Ali said 'float like a
butterfly sting like a bee") like the professional Kickboxer she was as she
waited for him to get up.

He staggred to his feet and tried swinging a punch at her face. She ducked
under it easily and nailed his jaw with a quick but strong jab! She followed
that up with a one-two combination of punches to his stomach and a high
crescent kick to his face. Her high heel ripped across his face as she kicked,
opening a long, deep, and bloody cut on his cheek!

Angelina put her hands on her victim's shoulders and looked straight into his
frightened eyes. then she kneed him in the groin. As he doubled over, hands
flying to his crushed nuts, she headbutted him, knocking him down. She kicked
him in the side, the toe of her boot smashing into one of his ribs and
breaking it!

"You think you're so big and tough and macho." she taunted him

"One of the Good ole boys, with your white privlige. But not so tough now, are
you? Now your going to feel what it's like to be killed by something feminine.
My high heels." With that, Angelina began stomping on his chest again and
again with her razor-sharp stilletto heel, making dozens of bloody holes, that
looked like bullet holes from a machine gun! When she finaly stopped, he was
clearly dead, but just to release the rest of her anger she raised her
blood-soaked high heel over his forehead, then, she drove it down through his
skull and into his brain! She withdrew it with a sqishing sound.

Angelina calmly collected her shotgun from the corner. Giving the dead bodies
only a casual glance, she headed for the front door, making sure on her way
out to pick up the empty shotgun shell from the round she had fired The TV was
still on, showing the hockey game the men had been watching. "typical
skinheads," she thought to herself. "Watch hockey which is 99% white because
their too insecure to watch sports like football or basketball that show
superior Black athletecism."

Peeking out through the remnants of the door she had kicked to make sure no
one was looking, she hurried out of the apartment, easily and athleticly
climbed back over the fence, and jogged back to her car. "That was fun," she
thought to herself as she drove away. "I should do something like that again
sometime."

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Well that's it. Send fan mail to power2comintern@yahoo.com. If people like it
I may write more Angelina stories.Oh, and if your a racist who didn't like
this story feel free to send hate mail. It'll just show how hateful you people
are. So come on all you Rethuglicans, Tea Partiers (or should I say TEA
BAGGERS), libertarians, Ron Paul supporters, Michelle Bachman supporters, Newt
Gingrich supporters, rick Perry supporters, Rick Santorum supporters, Sara
Palin supporters, BNP/EDL supporters, Boer supporters, Marina Le Pen/Front
National supporters, Vlaams Belang supporters, Geert Wilders supporters, and
all other racists, Sexists, homophobes, and Islamophobes. Send in that hate
mail. Oh and when you send in your hatemail try not to use the N word, which I
know you people love to do. If you can send me hate mail without using the N
word I'll give you a D+ for creativity instead of F. power2comintern@yahoo.com