Ah.  So Zak wants to toss me back.....back into the swamps of
America.... 'cause I'm a stomach scratchin' shot-gun totin' redneck
hill-billy, sittin' on my porch, just waitin' to shoot a possum or
some black folk that come walkin' by, chewin' and spittin' my tabacco,
while my old hound dog barks at a squirrel in the big oak tree out
front.

Uh oh...Zak's right, I am a bigot.  I can no longer help myself.  I'm
a bigot!  Everything that come's outta me lately is just pure hatred.
Hatred I tell you, hatred!  Because of those damn Jews, that's right,
they started all this, them along with the Mexicans, comin' into my
country and taking all the landscaping jobs.  Friggin Cinton and his
NAFTA, was he asleep at the wheel all what? 'Cause of all that sex he
was having with those interns.  And damn, he used cubans on that
Monica, only thing Castro and company are good for are those damn
cigars.  Why can't we buy them in the US, gotta go up to Canada to get
them, but who want's to do that, Aye?  Nothing good up in Canada but
the snow.  Speaking of snow, why don't those Eskimos have to pay
taxes, why do they get to keep 100% of their income when half of mine
goes to keeping all the crack mothers in the homeless shelters?  Damn
shelters run by liberals, these liberals are ruining the nation.  Half
of them shelters are falling apart anyway, cause of shoddy
construction by those damn Italians, afterall, damn Mafia has to get a
cut of everything in the construction business, just enough to "wet
their beak" they say, and why do they have to open a pizzeria on every
friggin corner, no wonder there are so many fat bastards in this
country.  Except them chinks, they're still skinny, maybe it's all
that karate they practice, or all that rice they eat.  Speakin' of
rice, I hate those people that drive Hondas, none of them know how to
drive, they make me so mad, there are so many of them, stupid Hondas,
they put these big wings on them and all.  How'd you like to come from
Buffalo, be known for inventing hot wings, oh that's a laugh, nothing
to do up there but kill little birds and fry their wings in bar-b-q
sauce, yeah, real original, real good food, as good as French food.
Friggin wimpy French, they only know us when Germany is attacking
them.  That's the real problem in this world, the Germans.  They don't
wear glasses, they wear monacles.  What's up with that.  Guess they
don't want to be called "four eyes", like the rest of these blind
wimpy four eyed bastards.  They wear glasses 'cause they want to look
smart, yeah, real smart, real smart.  I'll show you smart, let's see
how well they can shoot a possum at 25 yards, dang, I'll show them
smart.

Sorry if I left anyone out.....there's always next week!

;-)

Phil

Hmm......

we have a slightly different interpretation of the word over here old boy!

I.