t is a miracle every time that I can keep my head from spontaneously cumbusting, too much open space in the world, its easy to get lost in.
sometimes I slide my hand into the front of my pants just to make sure, really, I hate to bring religion into all this, but you know...
This goes out to all of you mean fuckers who like to make me feel small, and this is for mrs. nelson a third grade teacher who only gives one hall pass a week, damn the boogy monster, and big bird,
hail Hitler in your sleep, and screw anyone who cringes or falters and falls behind, feel free to step on me mother fucker, cause I can take it.
Speaking of Hitler, I had a friend who one day shows up to political science 101 with his pants tucked into his knee high black boots, besides the fashion crime the startling thing about the boots was the bright and shiny swastikas, he came in late walking a crossed the front of class he says loudly, "like my jew stompers? Got them on Ebay." If you hadn't noticed earlier in the paragraph I used the word
-HAD- to describe the status of our friendship. All ties that he and I had ended there, but it was strange, we had known each other for years, and he never let on about his racest views. It all came 'out of the closet' on that fateful jew stomping morning in political science class. He got his ass beat, after a long day of raciest comments and a lot of white power propaganda, yeah beat down pretty good. The odd thing was, it was by five big white guys.
This whole thing with my friend being a closet case racist, got my mind moving on the idea of being politically correct. Now if he had said 'Hey everybody, I am gay,' I would have accepted him, I would have tolerated him telling me he thinks my male cousins or roomates are hot, and so would most of you, but not ten years ago.
But in this case, my good friend says to me, 'I hate blacks jews gooks and gays,' and I tell him to take a hike, and so would most of you. I think about my hateful friend sometimes, and I wonder, Shouldn't we tolerate his disgusting behavior?
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