w00t for Dr. King

Yes, it's true. I am a little racist. We're all a little racist. But that doesn't mean I don't know a good man when I hear about him all day once a year. Martin Luther King (he may be referred to as Dr, MLK, Martin, Marty or Dr. K in this because Martin Luthor King is rather difficult to type and I don't have the patience, so try and follow along) was a great guy. He said all this stuff about how we shouldn't judge on color of skin but color of personality or something or the sort. I totally agree with him, and that is why I usually hate everyone with equality. And, following his words, I have a special loathing for the Nazi-hicks that freak out and cry when their boy named Adolf Hitler doesn't get his name on a cake from a local grocer. These guys were freaks. The father had swastikas and Nazi symbol thingies all over his hands, and when the news camera scrolled up to his arm, it showed pictures of micky mouse and winny the poo. So you know that these people not only demand your hatred, but they also demand that society treat them like children. Here's my solution to these people. Treat them like children. Have them aborted. Buy them an inflatable raft, give them a placenta each and just ship them out. If anything, we should give them a rocket boost first, so if they make it back, they will either have some sort of epiphany or just have gone through so much they just wanted a faster way to die. But anyways, I seem to have blathered on a bit about my dislike for everything and not about the people I do like. Here's a general list: MLK, Jesus, Lion-O, pirates (all kinds), Mr. Dawson, Carla, Dr. Cox, Canadians (not Alaskans), Arthur Dent, Andrew Jackson, Bill Clinton, Chuck Norris, Luigi (you know the one), Mr. Colo, Mr. Triozzi and Odin- the patron saint of rearranging your face. If you feel left out, it only means that you've realized the obvious. There. You see what I did there? Get out your notebooks and pencils, kids, because that is how I even out a blog before it begins to sound a bit on the brighter side. Your life sucks and so does everyone else's, but that doesn't mean they give a crap. Have a wonderful existence.