Racism'o'clock in The Sticks

Racism in all it's forms is hilarious, but there's nothing quite like the freshly-clipped lawn smell of the kind of racism that says, "I'm proud to be on the losing team!" Fucking idiots. "I'd rather be stupid than wrong!" They've got no end of
senseless upside-down shit to spout and they'll hit you with it like a big firehose
of wrong. I'm talking about your pig-ignorant motherfuckers who cannot sleep until they've ruined a sensitive person's day. Assholes.

Phew! Don't these pinheads ever get tired? Or does being the brick wall I'm trying to talk to give you some kind of brick-superpowers? Thank god you're breeding! I'd miss our little chats with your bad and edgy self. Remember the time you told me you "Don't trust Arabs"? That was funny. So funny it stuck in my mind like a piece of hilarious shrapnel.

Nothing turns me into an armchair warrior faster than a deadset bigot mewling lies on a screen. "Why won't the cameraman brain this fuck with his Sony miniDVD handheld? Did he get tangled up in his boom mike and miss the moment?"

Anyway, here's a video: