"N" bomb, "n" word, please: simply refer to it as saying the word "nigger", and watch your poser friends bereft of knowledge of semantics and full of themselves, blush. Unless they are black, then it's harder to tell.

The only time the word is used with any effect is usually when spoken to deride someone else, to agree with someone else or otherwise engage in accepted, colloquial social banter, or to shock imbeciles out of their self-righteous foxhole. Its a word, in the lexicon, use it wisely or have your ass kicked.

Live at the Hollywood Bowl, epic event from 1982 from seasoned masters of irreverent comedy. Fast-forward 27 years children-Those who fancy themselves progressive, sensitive, and politically correct, would add convenient labels ("hate speech" "bigotry")because of course, it's much more convenient to avoid a topic altogether with a mind conditioned to react to certain words, regardless of the context, than to respond with a thoughtful, intelligent observation.

The same children see no harm in the comedy of Trey Parker and Matt Stone, use expletives online in their editorials and opinions regardless of the mores they adhere to that keep them from coloring a conversation at their job or in public with the same, and are the first to cry foul when a complete stranger's so-called "rights", civil or otherwise, are violated.

What to do with a world full of spineless pussies, hmmm?

Teach them Chinese?
The world today seems absolutely crackers,
With nuclear bombs to blow us all sky high.
There's fools and idiots sitting on the trigger.
It's depressing and it's senseless, and that's why...
I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
They only come up to your knees,
Yet they're always friendly, and they're ready to please.

I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
There's nine hundred million of them in the world today.
You'd better learn to like them; that's what I say.

I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
They come from a long way overseas,
But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please.

I like Chinese food.
The waiters never are rude.
Think of the many things they've done to impress.
There's Maoism, Taoism, I Ching, and Chess.

So I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
I like their tiny little trees,
Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin, and yang-ese.

I like Chinese thought,
The wisdom that Confucious taught.
If Darwin is anything to shout about,
The Chinese will survive us all without any doubt.

So, I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
They only come up to your knees,
Yet they're wise and they're witty, and they're ready to please.

All together.

[verse in Chinese]
Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.)
Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.)
Wo ai zhongguo ren. (I like Chinese.)
Ni hao ma; ni hao ma; ni hao ma; zaijien! (How are you; how are you; how are you; goodbye!)

I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
Their food is guaranteed to please,
A fourteen, a seven, a nine, and lychees.

I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
I like their tiny little trees,
Their Zen, their ping-pong, their yin, and yang-ese.

I like Chinese.
I like Chinese.
They only come up to your knees...

Maybe you can add your time wasted throwing newscasts in the face of the unwilling to your resume-Every dying regime needs her familiars, finger-pointers, and informers. Congratulations. You have found a comfortable niche in rousing the mob. A thousand monkeys and a thousand typerwriter.

Against better judgment, sallyjune=in.

*promote

I'd freeze me.-"Off to the mystical island of freak/tweak celebs with him, Yarrrrr!" Now he can't fuck up any more kids!

Looks like a pretty hip place to work.

A no-brainer. Press the button, spend the cash, take a picture of yourself sticking your finger in the hole in Langella's face, end of film.

That's right, give the insects something to do-pour through tomes of data for I told you sos'-If you look hard enough, there is never an end to all manner of diversion and mind-wasting endeavor.

This is nothing but a plug for shit-bird flash fluff from the jib-jab stoners- Bobble head dolls of the human scum who force politicians down the throat of the common man! There's Got to be a list somewhere!!

*kill

What if, NetRunner didn't care but continued the wholesale spam crusade of band-aid solutions to fundamentally flawed systems of control?

many folks have called ol' Pablo an asshole-he was Italian, male, wealthy, and got more young poontang than Wilt Chamberlain

Up vote for annoying add at the end!

Hiphoprisy, baby, Frantis' the shit!