Awww
come on you bunch of goatsucking fucks (apart from you,
obviously), I expected less of you. Not one unsubscription or
email of complaint at my apparent hatred of the disabled? I guess
you either can tell when I'm testing you, you hate disabled
people (naughty), or you just don't care. I feel so rejected; I
felt sure you'd be upset by what I said, or at the very least one
of the near 200 of you would hit the reply button and say
"You ARE joking, aren't you?" Ok, here's my admission:
I wasn't brutally beaten by a bunch of deaf, dumb and blind kids,
I don't hate disabled people any more than able-bodied people, I
haven't played pinball in too long, I once downloaded an mpeg of
a woman blowing a horse, and I don't have enough courage in my
convictions to say "I hate disabled people" without
saying that I don't soon after.
I
thought I could say anything without my own warped guilt
mechanisms kicking in. I can say Michael Jackson is a nigger, I
can say I am Jesus, I can say I like stamping on small kittens,
but, perhaps offensively, I can't say that I hate disabled people
without an e-apologia bringing up the rear. Prejudice: I am
differentiating disabled people because they are disabled. I feel
bad when calling disabled people a bunch of retarded cripples,
and now when I say I was only joking I feel bad for having to say
I was joking. I just can't do anything right, can I? This is so
not what I need right now. I don't need all of you judging me and
not telling me that I shouldn't say nasty things about disabled
people, and then also not telling me that I shouldn't say I'm
joking solely about disabled people. Andy Conrad had the right
idea: don't tell anyone what you think about people, don't let
them know about your prejudices, don't let them judge you. Andy
Conrad had the right idea: be anonymous. How many of you have
heard of Andy Conrad (apart from you obviously)? For all
you know he could be a nominal amalgam of Handy Andy from
Changing Rooms and Joseph Conrad. For all you know, there may not
be a single person in this world called Andy Conrad. See? See how
anonymous he is? In this twisted world where children are older
that their parents, and the real Eurodisney can only be reached
through a secret passage in the Channel Tunnel, the true heroes
are unsung like Andy (he lost his voice box to cancer).
So
do we have any disabled people on this list? (Yeah yeah, I know:
we're all disabled in some way, either mentally, physically,
spiritually, economically or mccoistally). HELLLOOOOOOO? Speak
up. I said ARE THERE ANY RETARDED CRIPPLES OUT THERE? CAN YOU
HEAR ME? No? Yes? Any dykey niggers? Anyone? Or are you all
upper-middle class white boys who spend all day working on your
baseball swing and spend all night dryfucking cheerleaders?
Where's the real hatred? Not in the so-called offensive language,
as far as I can see. So who's offended yet? What could I say to
offend you? I'd like to know, really. What sentence could I say
to you, or just in general that would cause you offence? Which
collection of words are going to drive you screaming to the
nearest mother-substitute? And if there truly is nothing that I
could say to offend you, why not? Have you thought about that?
Can't you feel the hatred oozing out here? Can't you feel the
desire to hurt you all, and drive you to tears? Don't you realise
that the only way I can feel better about what has happened to me
is to lash out at you? I need answers. What could I say to offend
you? Just hit reply and type one fucking sentence.