Recently, the apartment next to mine came available, and that means I've been within earshot as the landlord has shown it to prospective tenants. I've made a bit of an event out of timing stuff like doing laundry (in a common laundry room for tenants on my floor) so I can see and hear who's looking at the place and who my next neighbors might be, all while hoping and praying that no niggers move in.

Luckily, my landlord has me and the other existing tenants covered.

Yesterday, one of those scrawny niggers you just know is cracked out to hell and back came in with two filthy little sprogs, and the landlord (Lebanese, FWIW) gave it a walkthrough that was punctuated by the sheboon yelling something in niggerese at the niglets (whatever it was, they were quiet in the way that terrified children are when they know they'll be beaten nearly to death if they step out of line.)

At the end of the tour, the landlord started talking details, mentioning rent and security deposit and asking basic questions about outstanding collections, evictions, bankruptcies...

Sheboon cut him off and said "you takes Section 8?"

The landlord, equal parts annoyed and unsurprised, deadpanned in canned-speech fashion, "No ma'am, we don't take any federal or county housing assistance. Market-qualified tenants only, proof of three times income (and these apartments are very affordable; anyone with any sort of gainful employment clears the bar easily) required."

Sheboon: "Why you don't takes Section 8?"

The landlord was as blunt as you can be without outright calling this sheboon a nigger to her face: "Because when my company took over this building, most of the problems came from subsidized tenants, so we worked with the Downtown Partnership..."

(any nigger knows what that means in Kent. A group of downtown merchants basically organized about five years ago to clean up the city and position it as a commuter destination for working people getting priced out of Seattle. The city kicked in by building a new police station and the county's built a couple of jails. Scared most of the nogs up East Hill, and a slew of new human-owned and human-frequented businesses have cropped up in mixed-use historic buildings like the one I live in. Shops on the first floor, apartments upstairs. Rumors flying around about future plans for condo conversions. It's a rare success story of humans taking back a fuxated hole from the nigs and making it stick.)

Anyway, as soon as the nigger heard "Downtown Partnership", it knew where this conversation was going, ooked "rayciss muthafukka", then gathered its sprogs and left.

And just to put the straw in the Slurpee on 7/11, the landlord had one more showing...white couple. I think they were Mormons; the guy had that look about him, and the girl, conservatively dressed, was quiet as a churchmouse. They were polite to the landlord and sweet to each other. Wouldn't mind having them as neighbors, honestly.

It's nice to live in a place where the property owners give no fucks about "diversity". Sounds like this was a fuxated building that the owners played the long game on when they bought it. I should suggest to the landlord that he run for City Council. He'd have my vote.