Give me a fucking blow job from a tard or an untard! A mouth is a mouth is a mouth! If tard can give me a bj better than college girl I’m buying tards brand of bj. There. I said it!

Piously. Go fuck yourself. And Bono…don’t steal an image that ain’t yours. R U in the fucking group known as U2. Ha, ya retard?

http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/03/20/obama.special.olympics/index.html

I’d have to agree with the literalist posters here who say, yes, people who are retarded, with low IQs, are retarded. That’s what they are. Their brain growth, intellect, or what have you, was retarded at some point compared to the general populace.

And people with lower IQs do funny shit. They say funny things. Sometimes, brilliant things, by our standards.

The problem isn’t with the well-adjusted retard. The problem is with the politically correct San Franciscans and friends who put their own feelings and fears onto those with lesser IQs. YOU are the problem. What’s wrong with being honest? Why not say, “Hey, you are special because you aren’t as smart as other people. But you can be just as creative, happy, and productive.” What’s so wrong with that?

For god’s sake, they call it THE ‘SPECIAL’ OLYMPICS. That in itself is offensive, isn’t it? Why is it “special”? Because the people in it have lesser IQs.

I agree with the truth-tellers. The right road is to help people who are retarded be ok with it. And that starts with the label. Not by pretending that they aren’t retarded. They are.

That’s like being afraid to say cancer in front of someone who is dying of cancer. Um….sorry, the person is fully aware of what they have, and will probably resent you for being a P.C. tip-toe-around-it douchebag.

B.

San Franciscans, Californians, and east coast people are so f’d up. I’m glad I live in Montana.

You people should be ashamed! Ashamed!

Good one Fudgebuns! Hey, I wish I had a mom like that. Would she let you use a mag while she jerked you or did you have to look at her. Did she show a little tit or some beavage when she jerked your gherkin?

And for the eyeglass kid. Yeah, I see what you’re saying. We are totally programmed and socialized to become prejudicial and bigoted. Maybe Hilarious had a point. Stop using some of those nasty words regardless of context and maybe you can stave off some of the hatred. Remember, those words always started with an overt negativity. Do you really think they’ve been euphemized over time just become of usage of private context between friends? I don’t think so.

But, I still use slurs myself with friends as long as its not an earshot away from someone who may be offended. Not proud of it, but for shits n’ gigs I’m not going to be giving up my jocular persona overnight – especially when I’m bullshitting with my friends.

The only difference for me vs. you was racial. Where I grew up it was a total racial mix, but none of us kids knew it. One time my mom came to pick me up from school, and I said, “I made a new friend–he’s that kid with the glasses.” My mom looked and saw the kid with the glasses–and that he was black. I’d identified the kid first by his glasses, and hadn’t even mentioned his skin color — exactly the opposite of what most adults would probably do today. Kids are taught racism.

And oh, my mom sometimes pretended to catch me jacking off, but only for a second. We’d pause for a laugh. Then she’d get back to jerking me.

The 70s were better than now

The I have a dream speech

The saying: Can’t we all just get along

The Double Mint Twins and their easy going benign flirtations

Porn without the internet

Telephones (Landlines only) and without answering machines; voice mail; caller id; and call waiting

Comedians who didn’t pimp themselves through websites

People who had thoughts but didn’t feel that they had to express them every two seconds on a blog site

When the only mail that existed used postage

People wrote letters instead of using the telephone because their parents would scold them for long distance calls

When you could hit your kid and not get arrested

You could hit your wife and not get arrested

Be a man; rule your home; have a mistress; have a drink at lunch; and 2 when you got home before dinner – that your wife cooked without a Goddamn microwave; and having 2 more drinks during dinner

You could smoke in an elevator

You could smoke in hospitals

You could smoke while holding your new infant son in your arms while ashes gently sifted down upon on his new blanket and no one gave a shit

You could smoke in a car during the winter with the windows closed

While in that car you and your kids didn’t wear a seat belt and no one thought too much about it

Movie theaters would play x rated movies on Saturday nights and then a g rated movie the next afternoon after church. I would always wonder what that white stuff was

No one thought about condoms and the worst disease you got would be cured with a shot or you’d be able to live with it (herpes)

Parents screamed at each other and then closed their bedroom door and replaced screams when you were seven…sometimes they’d leave the door unlocked

Parents and best friends of parents did bot shoot each other if someone was caught doing something they shouldn’t have with the best friends wife

Dads played catch with their kids

Pinball was a treat if your dad or mom would give you the quarter to play

Station Wagons ruled the roads

Everyone was poor which meant everyone was middle class

The Government and Its citizens weren’t paranoid

Everyone was white and it was an exotic treat to have a black, latino, or asian student in your class – just one exotic treat

There were only 13 to 17 kids in your 3rd grade class. I still have those pictures

There were only 22 kids in a high school classroom – at most

Your parents sided with your teachers

Parents let you run wild while barely knowing if you were down town making mischief or in your backyard

If another adult took notice of your kids, you welcomed that behavior without suspicion

You wanted to win at every fucking game you played during the day

You were able to carry your books without a backpack to school everyday without a nap sack

You liked pop rocks

You liked pop rocks with soda even though your friends told you that you might die

You liked looking into your dads and grandfather’s dresser draws to steel their cash and take a look at their nudie magazines

When you stole money from your parents’ dresser draws they thought the maid took it, but never confronted them

You new the word nigger and said it with your white 2nd grade friends because their wasn’t a black kid in sight

Japs, Nips, and Gooks were used often as you played Army or GI Joe with your friends

You played ball in the spring and summer only.

In the winter time you did your homework

You played with yourself under the covers and felt secure that no one knew what you were doing because the covers hid your hands…you did this even though you were having a sleep over party…it actually made you feel more empowered

You punched people, got into fights during recess and no one was sent home or suspended

You bullied and got bullied

You were smart in some things and dumb in other things

You had friends and you had enemies but no one got stabbed or shot

You played with M-80′s and a plethora of fireworks…your parents knew but didn’t care or do much about it

You had your first 6pack with a bunch of friends when you were 15.

You kept your beer hidden at the side of the house…when you drank it sometimes it was cold and sometimes it was piss warm…but you didn’t care cuz it was beer and you were a minor

You didn’t know what a “Rainbow” was in the 7th grade and if you did no girl no matter how slutty would give you one

You were content with second base but pretended you knew what third base felt like

You masturbated to a borrowed porn mag that your friend lent you… it was dirty but you were so horny you didn’t give a shit

You almost got caught a few times by your moms jerking off…you realize 20 years later that she did catch you but was nice enough to pretend that you barely got “it” tucked back under the covers before she noticed. Thanks mom. I would have felt embarrassed otherwise.

You like trying the same trick that your mom pulled above on your own son now. It’s fun to know that your kid’s blood pressure went to def con seven knowing that he “almost” got caught jerking off

You didn’t have to worry about your 14 year old daughter telling a complete stranger online what her breast size is and how far she’s gone

You could actually sock a guy without worrying about getting sued

You could flip a guy off if he cut you off and wouldn’t have to worry about road rage reverberations

When parents got divorced the mom would have custody M – F afternoons and Dad would get custody from Friday Night through Sunday

Does anyone remember when Andy Rooney didn’t show up for the last 3 minutes of 60 minutes?

I’m tired.

You made some excellent points, but the reasoning (the proof behind the opinion of your points) are shotty and full of holes. You dug yourself into an untenable labyrinth that put your reasons into a field bombardment that could easily be attacked from the other side. To write and rebut your inexorable litany would take a fortnight – but trust me your ass would be ground by the white devil during a debate tournament – especially by some Ivy League Princeton types.

Jerome, since you are only 17 and graduating high school this June, I applaud your grammar, clarity and cogent writing along with your opinions, especially from a black youth who grew up with a crack head mother and gang bangers who you sat next to you during most of your K-12 educational career. And, you make a caravan of decent points – though they would be shot down by a formidable college debate team; you do, though, make some insightful, clear and cogent opinions for a 17 year old high school kid from the Bronx.

Kudos Jerome, you definitely deserve that scholarship to a 4 year university in New England. Over time, your debate teachers will teach you how to hone the reasoning behind your statements so that a 22 year old white senior raised on oatmeal, tutors, and erudite debate coaches since the age of 7 won’t tear your black ass into shreds as if you were just another poor negro serving time on Rikers Island.

Don’t worry my little Nubian prince, we’ll get you up to speed – my young brother – so Whitey won’t kick your ass during your debate tournaments when you get to college.

Hey, you’re right — now I DO feel more equal!

Ok nigger, now you do it to me. Call me a whitey mother-fucking ass-raper!

just like when we used to ban books….right? ha

it didn’t work then, and it dont work now.

cultural sensitivity needs to be taught to children and adults alike. i’m all for that.

but i have to say i agree that it’s all about understanding the appropriate social context. you don’t walk into a southern baptist church going nig nig nig, any more than you’d walk into ANY church and say fuck shit cunt.

there is an appropriate time for inappropriate language–and it’s about context.

hell, even nig has dual meanings. look at how blacks use it amongst themselves. sometimes you hear, “whuz up, my nig?” and it’s a fraternal label, a friendly, joking, self-effacing, and yes, historically rooted, greeting. but other times you hear racism between blacks. just last week on the bus i heard one black women say about another: “mmm mmm, that girl’s a nigger.” now what did that mean? what does that mean, when THAT word is used with venom today?

the speaker on the bus was implying that her black target was literally one or more of the following: a criminal; she may have been in jail; she’s a loud-talking bitch; she’s pregnant, or has too many kids with different fathers; she’s a slut; she’ll do what anyone says; or, she picks cotton.

the last paragraph is inflammatory, because it’s a stereotype. but, hey: there ARE some blacks who are criminals. and some who may even pick cotton….just like there are a lot of whites who are like that, and mexicans, and chinese, and everyone else. and we have names for the undesirables in those other races too, as well as for whites: honkey, white trash, trailer trash, white devil, aryan, albino, the man, cracker, goy, lynch-monger, whitebread, whitey….

so if someone’s called a nigger, you gotta ask, is the target really the stereotypical fit? if not, THEN WHAT IS THE PROBLEM??? and if so, then a truth’s just been told!

the point: people need to learn to be ok in their own skin, on their own terms, no matter what color their skin is. if someone calls me a honkey, i’m secure enough to say, whatever, dude. i ain’t no trailer trash, i ain’t no racist, let each man do what he wants, we’re all blood and bone.

if people could get that comfortable with themselves, with that much self-worth and self-respect and confidence, i think it’d solve a lot of the problems between the races. because you could call anyone anything.

but we won’t get there by banning words, or saying that certain words should never be uttered. they SHOULD be uttered. because that’s the only way to use up their power: by making them common.

we should be going to the roots of self-esteem and self-worth. banning language is just a superficial gloss. you can ban ‘nig’ til you’re blue in the face, but it’s not gonna change the fact that everytime you turn on the TV news, you SEE with your OWN EYES that blacks are portrayed differently than whites by the media/entertainment giants. racism is in our pores, it’s in the air we breathe, the images we see all around us. superficial utterances are the least of our problems. shit. at least words are one thing we can control and play with for effect and own one way or another.

the “sensitivity” of language ban has gotten so ridiculous that the san francisco chronicle has taken to omitting the race of perps in news stories if the perp isn’t white. click around and see for yourself — lots of people have commented on this fact.

we got problems, dude, and name-calling should be the LEAST of them.

since obama, according to the WSJ,

* Stormfront.org, which “drew a few thousand visitors per day in 2002,” now attracts “more than 40,000 unique users each day.”

* David Duke “said hits to his Web site have doubled.”

* “Roper says White Revolution receives about 10 new applicants each week, more than double the norm.”

* “White supremacy groups have increased by nearly half since 2000, according to the Southern Poverty Law Center.”

normalizing relations — equality — means being able to say the SAME shit to a black man you’d say to a white, and vice-versa, which requires FEELINGS of equality and self-worth. you can’t fiat that feeling into being by banning shit — that just builds up more resentment. what’s that?? you wanna censor me?? FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHAT. that’s the reaction i have, anyway. no, that feeling of equality and respect and context has to be there, it has to be taught, and it has to be mutual on all sides. if blacks can say it, i can say it. if i can say it, blacks can say it.

i should be able to say, “whuz up my negro?” to a black man. and he should be able to say to me, “whuz up, you white supremacist honkey?” and we should both be able to laugh. because we’re both secure in who we are, and what we are.

let the richness of language — and the appropriatness and ironies of context — stand.

multicultural theorists will scream and say, no no no, you can’t have it like that, it’ll never be like that, because, whitey, you’re writing and speaking from a position of power. and to that i say: that’s a very self-defeating way of viewing the world.

look, i just read about a guy who lost both legs in the gulf war, yet he decided to attempt a cross-country bike ride, pedaling with his hands, to spread patriotism and share a new flag that’s been introduced to bring attention to vets who’ve given themselves to defend the u.s. halfway across the country, the guy died in a seizure from complications related to cancer and epilepsy.

this guy’s done more than most of us, and with less.

call him a cripple. i dare you. if were alive, he’d just laugh in your face, assuming it was a joke. or he’d tell you that you were so wrong. because the label doesn’t apply.

say what you want. if there’s truth there, then amen. and if there isn’t, then what’s the harm? correct the speaker and buck the fuck up.

this is Jerome. haha

Next time I’m at your house I will not wash my hands after I take a shit, and then I will start blogging with my fecal fingers on your key board.

However, you did make a good point. Onstage Comics do only get one shot to nail it on stage.

But, I can’t wait to take a shit while I’m at your house. I will not wash my hands and not only touch your keyboard – but touch the food in your fridge, your clothes, your mom’s clothes, and your dad’s clothes. If I didn’t mention it, Mr. “Friend of Out Takes” lives with his parents. Way to go there Mr. Thirty Something!