Permit me, if you will, to exhibit an absolutely squirrelly sense
of delight to know you’ve decided to enter my world and feast
upon my thoughts as if they were a piping-hot plate of Christmas
turkey!
All I’ve ever wanted in my life was to be liked by you. My
self-esteem and my very will to live are entirely contingent upon
your ceaseless and unmitigated approval of everything I do.
"JENA 6" DEFENDANT BUNGLES DRAMATIC OPPORTUNITY
TO MAKE IT "JENA 5"
Meet Mychal Bell. In 2006, he and
five other black Louisiana teens beat up the white teen pictured
below. I don't know the victim's name, and I don't really think
it's important. The only important thing is that he's white.
Mychal Bell was sixteen when he and his Gang O' Merry Wildin'
Negroes stomped that Louisiana white boy's mildly unkempt face.
In the year leading up to the gang assault, Bell had been convicted
in juvenile court of punching a girl and hitting a man, not to mention
two acts of vandalism. OK, so I mentioned them. Over the
course of a single year in his mid-teens, he was convicted
of assaulting two others, PLUS two acts of vandalism. Lawdy knows
how many acts the young brown sprout got away with committing.
Bell
was also convicted by an all-white jury for the beatdown pictured
at right. The 50 or so local blacks who'd been summoned to jury
duty had failed to appear because they were scratching their genitals
and eating potato chips.
Although the guy that Bell and his five friends bravely whomped
the fuck out of had absolutely nothing to do with a noose that was
allegedly hung somewhere on the local high school's premises by
an unknown person, an insanely race-paranoid nation was able to
make the 6-on-1 ratpackers into victims of racism. The gang of assailants
were dubbed The Jena 6, leading to an outpouring of evangelical
(yet entirely hypocritical and illogical) race-baiting among huge
swaths of America's black and guilty-white populations, culminating
in impassioned scenes of public bawling such as the whoop-dee-dooing
on display below by Mychal Bell's mother. I don't know her
name and absolutely refuse to check what it is. I will, instead,
insist on calling her Fantasia Bell.
Word has it that he tried to take his life because he was upset
about how a racist society viewed him because he and five other
dudes beat the fuck out of a white kid because he was white.
Get in line, ye billion-plus Muslims of the world. Open your mouths.
One by one, gently yet firmly, I’m going to poop in them.
Chew on my poop, swallow it, and digest it. Then get the FUCK out
of my face and quit talking all that nonsense. Your God doesn’t
exist, and you’re starting to get on my last nerve.