Yes you! You fools, all you fools. I pity these fools.
I pity the fools who:
At work listen to shitty music with headphones.
Spit when they talk.
Don't watch my movies or my TV show, arrrgh!
George W. Bush. I pity this foo'! Thinks he runs the world. And he wants to have The Man control The Brotha. Fuck him!
Radio. The white, aging, crusty, impotent, old crackers in suits at the ClearChannel running it.
The FCC. Again, aging crusty white crackers runnin' it, tryin' to censor the Brotha. The hands of the MAN must be contained!
Ahmed Johnson. I pity this Uncle Tom foo'. He talks with THE MAN! And he is no match for my muscular chocolate man-boobs.
I pity MISSISSIPPI, my home state! Nothin' but a bunch of Uncle Toms and racist, toothless white people.
I pity ALASKA, NEBRASKA and OKLAHOMA. The three states where all the counties voted for Bush.
I pity the GREAT PLAINS, foo'! Home to the shittiest/dullest parts of Canada and the western half of the midwest. Plus, it's cold, too many racist white people, and it's flat and full of wheat. I PITY THE FOO' WHO LIKES WHEAT! Nice women, though.
I pity the foo's who like the current state TV is in! You foo's! You're the reason TV is to entertainment as Somalia is to human civilization, you're the reason we are getting blammed with barely watchable reality shows and popularity contests on basic TV, AND YOU GOBBLE IT UP! I PITY YOU FOO'S!
I pity the foo's who run The Dictatorship of Luxembourg.
That is all the fools I hate,
Mr. T
I feel better now.
