I was in a роrnо cinema the other night. I hadn’t been there five minutes when some guy started yelling at me:
“Oh, you’re a beast, you’re despicable!”
So I said to him:
“Listen mate, we’re all here together, you’re just as despicable as I am.” But then other people started chipping in, shouting stuff like “How do you sleep at night?” and “You’re a total disgrace.”
Next thing I knew the manager was standing right beside me, throwing in his two pence worth as well. I remember what he said to the letter. He said:
“In 25 years I’ve never seen anything like this.”
So I said:
“I know I’m not much to look at but that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?” But he wasn’t listening, he was just waving his arms saying he was going to “throw me out” and that security was “on its way.”
At that point I just thought “Oh, I don’t need this”.
So I stood up and said:
“Fuск it, come on kids we’re leaving.”
Here is an exchange between a mother and son in a Section 8 household. (There are never any father - son exchanges in a Section 8 household because the fathers have long since disappeared.)
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“Momma, what be ‘Socialism’?”
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“Well, son, Socialism is when white folks go to work every day so we can get all our benefits, like free cell phones for each family member, rent subsidy, food stamps, EMC, free healthcare, utility subsidy, free computers and Internet connection, free food, free clothing, free gifts at Christmas, and on and on.
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That be Socialism”.
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“But Mama, don’t the white people get upset about that?”
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“Sure they do son; that be called Racism!”