4 weeks from Monday, Monica Foster will turn the big 4-0 with nothing to show for it. And today, we bring you entry #2 of her world famous manifesto. Enjoy!
I was stopped at a stoplight in Deerfield Beach when I saw two hot blonde boys waiting at the bus stop. I was dressed in one of my nice shirts, so I looked at them and smiled. They looked at me, but they didn’t even deign to smile back. They just looked away as if I was a fool. As I drove away I became very infuriated. It was such an insult. This was the way all white boys treated me, and I was sick and tired of it. In a rage, I made a U-turn, pulled up to their bus stop and splashed my Starbucks latte all over them. I felt a feeling a spiteful satisfaction as I saw it stain their jeans. I then quickly speeded away before they could catch my license plate number. How dare those boys snub me in such a fashion! How dare they insult me so! I raged to myself repeatedly. They deserved the punishment I gave them. It was such a pity that my latte wasn’t hot enough to burn them. Those boys deserved to be dumped in boiling water for the crime of not giving me the attention and adoration I so rightfully deserve!