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Greetings to all
my brothers and sisters. Welcome to where
a man of color, such as myself, is NOT afraid
to speak his mind. You see, the man may lock
my ass up but he cannot chain down my resolve.
He may weigh me down with the legislation
of evil, white lies but he can not facilitate
to negotiate the crimes commited against me
and my brothers!! You see, Ezekiel 25:17 states
"The path of the righteous man is beset
on all sides..." |
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Starks! What the
hell are you talking about? |
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Excuse me, brothers
and sisters, it seems that the evil white
devil wants to trample all over my God given
rights and liberalities. Ahem!! Yes, little
white devil man? What is it that you were
axing me? |
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"Liberalities"?
Hehehehehehe |
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Yes, you heard
me, cracker barrel. Now, will you leave now
so I can go on with my proclaimations? |
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Watch it, Starks.
You're here to tell a story. Don't make me
cut you short. |
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I'm just foolin'
wit'chu, blood. Just playin'. You're right.
I'll gets to my story right now. Which one
was I doin' again? |
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The Three Little
Pigs. |
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Oh, yeah. That's
right. The three little, white, devil, badge
wearin' pigs. |
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Sure. Whatever.
Just get on with it. |
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Okay then. So,
one day there were these three little, white,
smug pigs and they were hangin' out on the
farm and they decided, "Hey, let's build
us some houses to keep the black man....errr...the
big bad wolf out!"
So, they get their piggy asses to work and
build some houses. One for each of them. That's
right. The little white pigs didn't even want
to share with each other. That's prototypical
of the little white devils.
So, one day, along comes this tall, nubian
brother. |
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You mean the big
bad wolf? |
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Listen to the prejudice
in that voice!! No. Not the big bad wolf.
The big BLACK wolf. May I continue please? |
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Go ahead. |
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Thank you. Now...where
was I? Oh yeah....so, it's hot outside and
he's looking for a place to sit in the shade
and cool off for a spell. So, he spots these
three houses on the farm. He walks over to
the first place which is made out of grass
and weeds and shit. He knocks on the little
grass door and the little piggy opens up.
The big black wolf says "Excuse me, but
it sure is hot out here and I was wonderin'
if you might lend a brother some shade."
Check out what this fucking pig did. He just
up and shuts the door on our hero. He locks
it and holds it closed. As if the big black
wolf wanted to get into that little shithole
anyway.
So, the wolf actually gets a whiff of this
pig's grassy hut and it get all up in his
nose and shit and it makes the brother sneeze.
Well, since the house was made of grass, it
just up and blew away. So imagine this. The
wolf opens his eyes back up and what does
he see? He sees the little pig sittin' there
in a La Z Boy recliner, sippin' on some grape
soda watchin' his T.V. Now, why the fuck couldn't
he let the wolf in? I mean what's the deal
with that shit? So, this pig sees this shit
and instantly figures that the wolf blew his
house away on purpose. Ain't that a son of
a bitch? My brother is just walking down the
street asking for some shade and it just figures
it takes a little white pig to twist it all
around with his powers of prejudice. HOW MANY
YEARS DOES THE BLACK MAN HAVE TO SUFFER... |
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Starks! What the
hell are you talking about? Just finish the
story! |
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You want me to
finish it, honkey? Then here we go. So, while
the wolf tries to apologize for sneezing,
the little racist piggy goes and gets his
friends and they all go hang out in the house
made out of concrete and brick. And instead
of hearing the wolf out, guess what they do?
They call the mother fucking police!! |
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Starks! That's
not how the story goes! |
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That's how my story
goes, bitch!! |
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Starks! |
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He called Chon
Walsh a bitch. Hehehehehehe |
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Ortiz! |
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I see, you want
me to spread more of the white man's lies.
Well, fuck you, whitey! You want me to tell
a story? Then you get me a story called The
Three Little Black G's and The Big Bad White
Man!! That's a story I'll tell, but until
then....UNTIL THEN...you can talk with Jamal
Starks' lawyer!! Asa lama lackum and screw
a black man! I'm outta here. I'm going back
to my cell. Honkey bitch!! |
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Well, folks, that's
another edition of Fairy Tales from Cell Block
C. I apologize for Jamal's behavior but.... |
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Hehehehe. He called
you a "Honkey bitch", Chon Walsh. |
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You think that's
funny, dont'cha? |
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Uh huh. |
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You like things
that are funny, huh? |
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Sure. |
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Well, I got a joke
for you. Wanna hear it? |
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Okay. |
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Knock Knock! |
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Who's there? |
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Gonnacornhole. |
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Gonnacornole who? |
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Gonna Cornhole
you, BITCH!! Come here! |
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AHHHHHHH!!!!!!
No no no, I'm sorry, Chon Walsh! Please!!
Not again! |
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You wanna fuck
with me? You called down the thunder. Well,
now you got it. |
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Aiiiieeeeeee!!!!!! |
