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titmowse · 03-27-2002, 02:58 PM

to quote Lenny Bruce:

" By the way, are there any ******s here tonight?

(Outraged whisper) "What did he say? Are there any ******s here tonight?' Jesus Christ! Does he have to get that low for laughs? Wow! Have I ever talked about the schwarzes when the schwarzes had gone home? Or spoken about the Moulonjohns when they'd left? Or placated some Southerner by absence of voice when he ranted and raved about ****** ****** ******?"

Are there any ******s here tonight? I know that one ****** who works here, I see him back there. Oh, there's two ******s, customers, and, ah, aha! Between those two ******s sits one kike-- man, thank God for the kike! Uh, two kikes. That's two kikes, and three ******s, and one spic. One spic-- two, three spics. One mick. One mick, one spic, one hick, thick, funcky, spunky boogey. And there's another kike. Three kikes. Three kikes, one guinea, one greaseball. Three greaseballs, two guineas. Two guineas, one hunky funky lace-curtain Irish mick. That mick spic hunky funky boogey. Two guineas plus three greaseballs and four boogies makes usually three spics. Minus two Yid spic Polack funky spunky Polacks.

AUCTIONEER: Five more ******s! Five more ******s!

GAMBLER: I pass with six ******s and eight micks and four spics.

The point? That the word's suppression gives it the power, the violence, the viciousness. If President Kennedy got on television and said, "Tonight I'd like to introduce the ******s in my cabinet,: and he yelled "nig- ger******************************gigger" at every ****** he saw, "boogeyboogeyboogeyboogeyboogey,nig-ger******************" till ****** didn't mean anything any more, till ****** lost its meaning-- you'd never make any four-year-old "******" cry when he came home from school.

Screw "Negro!" Oh, it's so good to say, "******!" Boy!

"Hello, Mr. ******, how're you?"

03-27-2002, 02:58 PM
titmowse Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: Jan 2001 Location: TEXAS Posts: 5,320	to quote Lenny Bruce: " By the way, are there any ****s here tonight? (Outraged whisper) "What did he say? Are there any **s here tonight?' Jesus Christ! Does he have to get that low for laughs? Wow! Have I ever talked about the schwarzes when the schwarzes had gone home? Or spoken about the Moulonjohns when they'd left? Or placated some Southerner by absence of voice when he ranted and raved about ** ** **?" Are there any **s here tonight? I know that one ** who works here, I see him back there. Oh, there's two **s, customers, and, ah, aha! Between those two **s sits one kike-- man, thank God for the kike! Uh, two kikes. That's two kikes, and three **s, and one spic. One spic-- two, three spics. One mick. One mick, one spic, one hick, thick, funcky, spunky boogey. And there's another kike. Three kikes. Three kikes, one guinea, one greaseball. Three greaseballs, two guineas. Two guineas, one hunky funky lace-curtain Irish mick. That mick spic hunky funky boogey. Two guineas plus three greaseballs and four boogies makes usually three spics. Minus two Yid spic Polack funky spunky Polacks. AUCTIONEER: Five more **s! Five more **s! GAMBLER: I pass with six **s and eight micks and four spics. The point? That the word's suppression gives it the power, the violence, the viciousness. If President Kennedy got on television and said, "Tonight I'd like to introduce the **s in my cabinet,: and he yelled "nig- ger**************************gigger" at every ** he saw, "boogeyboogeyboogeyboogeyboogey,nig-ger**************" till ** didn't mean anything any more, till ** lost its meaning-- you'd never make any four-year-old "**" cry when he came home from school. Screw "Negro!" Oh, it's so good to say, "**!" Boy! "Hello, Mr. ****, how're you?" __________________ I still love everybody