Wednesday, November 22, 2006
WILLY-BOY NIGGER-BOY TAKES HIS NIGGER DICK HOME TO PLAY
I really can't understand what all the fuss concerning Michael Richard's recent comedy routine is. Certain homosexuals are bombarding the internet with reports of his "racism" and hatred of niggers. What's the big deal?
First of all if you watch the footage of Mr. Richard's routine and don't laugh then you probably have mental problems. He told some funny jokes about some of the audience members and he used the word nigger. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, comedians have been making fun of their audiences for years. As well, they've been using the word "nigger" since as long as I can remember. Fuck, Chris Rock uses it every second word. And how about Dave Chappelle? I don't think he is metally capable of constructing a sentence using the english language without employing the word "nigger". So why aren't the world's child molesting homos demanding contrition from them?
I know what you're probably thinking. You think that it's ok for Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle to say the word "nigger" because they're black and it's not ok for Michael Richards to use it because he's white. Well, that is total bullshit racist thinking. When you claim that it's ok for blacks to use the word "nigger" the subtext you imply is that they're too stupid to know that it's a racist term. Well, I have a higher opionion of black people than that. White people too. The Goyim (fuckin' Nip bastards) I'm not so hot on, but that's a whole 'nother story.
I think that Michael Richards should be celebrated for his brave and very funny routine. He's breaking new ground in our understanding of race relations. He is freeing us from our racist nigger hating thinking. Are Mr. Richards and I the only people who have matured enough to understand that we must place our negro friends on equal footing with the white man? I personally can't think of a better word to describe this equality than the word "nigger".
First of all if you watch the footage of Mr. Richard's routine and don't laugh then you probably have mental problems. He told some funny jokes about some of the audience members and he used the word nigger. Well, I'll let you in on a little secret, comedians have been making fun of their audiences for years. As well, they've been using the word "nigger" since as long as I can remember. Fuck, Chris Rock uses it every second word. And how about Dave Chappelle? I don't think he is metally capable of constructing a sentence using the english language without employing the word "nigger". So why aren't the world's child molesting homos demanding contrition from them?
I know what you're probably thinking. You think that it's ok for Chris Rock and Dave Chappelle to say the word "nigger" because they're black and it's not ok for Michael Richards to use it because he's white. Well, that is total bullshit racist thinking. When you claim that it's ok for blacks to use the word "nigger" the subtext you imply is that they're too stupid to know that it's a racist term. Well, I have a higher opionion of black people than that. White people too. The Goyim (fuckin' Nip bastards) I'm not so hot on, but that's a whole 'nother story.
I think that Michael Richards should be celebrated for his brave and very funny routine. He's breaking new ground in our understanding of race relations. He is freeing us from our racist nigger hating thinking. Are Mr. Richards and I the only people who have matured enough to understand that we must place our negro friends on equal footing with the white man? I personally can't think of a better word to describe this equality than the word "nigger".
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
WILLY-BOY NIGGER-BOY IS A GOOD OL' BOY
I've been frustrated the past several months.
"Well, I can see why, MrBloodyDiapers," you are saying, gesturing toward the Involuntary Date Rape Watch.
That's not what I mean. I've been frustrated because the weeks come and the weeks go, and what are the tangible results of the time dribbled through my fingers? The paltry financial rewards of my dull job, maintenance of my basic metabolic functions, and the occasional fleeting pleasure of self-induced ejaculation. Consult Ecclesiastes or Ernie Ford for further ruminations along these lines.
Earlier this month, I took two days off work to think about these things and to consider ways to use my time more effectively. Here's what I discovered:
1. There are only 168 hours in a week.
2.After working, commuting, eating lunch, and sleeping, I have only 64 hours left.
3.It is not possible for me to train for an ultramarathon, write for publication, write regularly on this blog, attend church, have my meager social life, and still take care of the myriad crap that goes into staying sane, like preparing salad and cleaning the toilet every two weeks.
That third one surprised me. I don't have a wife (or even a girlfriend), or children, or a demanding job, or a fast-paced social life. And yet, no matter how I juggled the hours and activities, I couldn't fit everything into a realistic schedule. Something had to go.
That something is My Diapers Are Bloody. This was not an easy decision. I have loved keeping this blog -- it has sharpened my writing skills, bolstered my confidence, and allowed me to meet wonderful and interesting people; that is, those of you who have read my posts and left comments and sent kind, thoughtful emails. I thank you for being a part of my life this past year and a half.
I wish I could continue to post here. But I can't. Writing for me is a slow, difficult labor -- a labor of love, to be sure, but still a time-sucking task that consumes an average of three hours for each post, including this one. Even blogging just twice a week wipes out my Wednesday and Sunday evenings, which is time I could better spend preparing pieces for publication.
So this is goodbye, for now. I'm going to give up the chaoticnotrandom.com domain in a week or two, although everything here will remain for posterity on mrbloodydiapers.blogspot.com. If you want to keep current on my writing career, drop me an email and I'll let you know if I get anything into print.My name, by the way, is Lawrence Pelo.
"Well, I can see why, MrBloodyDiapers," you are saying, gesturing toward the Involuntary Date Rape Watch.
That's not what I mean. I've been frustrated because the weeks come and the weeks go, and what are the tangible results of the time dribbled through my fingers? The paltry financial rewards of my dull job, maintenance of my basic metabolic functions, and the occasional fleeting pleasure of self-induced ejaculation. Consult Ecclesiastes or Ernie Ford for further ruminations along these lines.
Earlier this month, I took two days off work to think about these things and to consider ways to use my time more effectively. Here's what I discovered:
1. There are only 168 hours in a week.
2.After working, commuting, eating lunch, and sleeping, I have only 64 hours left.
3.It is not possible for me to train for an ultramarathon, write for publication, write regularly on this blog, attend church, have my meager social life, and still take care of the myriad crap that goes into staying sane, like preparing salad and cleaning the toilet every two weeks.
That third one surprised me. I don't have a wife (or even a girlfriend), or children, or a demanding job, or a fast-paced social life. And yet, no matter how I juggled the hours and activities, I couldn't fit everything into a realistic schedule. Something had to go.
That something is My Diapers Are Bloody. This was not an easy decision. I have loved keeping this blog -- it has sharpened my writing skills, bolstered my confidence, and allowed me to meet wonderful and interesting people; that is, those of you who have read my posts and left comments and sent kind, thoughtful emails. I thank you for being a part of my life this past year and a half.
I wish I could continue to post here. But I can't. Writing for me is a slow, difficult labor -- a labor of love, to be sure, but still a time-sucking task that consumes an average of three hours for each post, including this one. Even blogging just twice a week wipes out my Wednesday and Sunday evenings, which is time I could better spend preparing pieces for publication.
So this is goodbye, for now. I'm going to give up the chaoticnotrandom.com domain in a week or two, although everything here will remain for posterity on mrbloodydiapers.blogspot.com. If you want to keep current on my writing career, drop me an email and I'll let you know if I get anything into print.My name, by the way, is Lawrence Pelo.
