I have a middle name, too, and I am not pretentious enough to use it. I know, I know, bitching about MLK on this day is like bitching about hearing Santa Claus touted over and over on Christmas, but why even have the fucking day in the first place?
Honoring that plagiarizing, sexual reprobate of a Communist, who's two closest lieutenants were the idiot twins, Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton...and let's not forget that punk-ass bitch Andrew Young, just makes me crazy. Note: I have not said 'nigger' once, and if you do, you will disappear. Fucking racist bastard. Just like MLK and his crew were.
Yeah, it was way past time for the government to recognize and codify that black people are humans, too, but how long do we whites (hereafter referred to as: The Majority) need that cock shoved down our throats?
Oh, I know, I know, all of you out there who have been raised since kindergarten (isn't that a Nazi word?) to worship at the altar of Saint Martin, are clutching your chests and having the vapors about now. 'Why, I colored his portrait with Crayons many many times!' you say.
Well, fuck you.
Who has done more for humanity of all colors than the discoverer of Penicillin? Where's his day? And Columbus? Without whom I would not be alive and enjoying being a citizen in the greatest country in the world?
No, people protest on his day, so please allow me to unzip and unlimber my member and spray hot piss all over your fake-ass holiday.
This holiday exists because politicians wanted to pander to their corrals of black cattle that they feed and nurture and keep ignorant, fat, happy, and stupid, so they can come by every so often and harvest their votes. Prove me wrong. Try.
Like I always say, that scrawny cracker should have shot a few more of King's crew on that balcony. We could get the whole week off.
But then, the liquor stores here would be closed for a week, so there is that...