I miss The Reverend Jackson. You could always depend on that bug eyed fruitcake for a good rip or two, perhaps just a little old 'poke chop'...but he's nowhere to be found, after The Texas Faction told him he'd better shut his flan hole or wind up dead or worse.
And Al Sharpton is the same. That fat bastard could always be depended upon to make some idiotic slogan with made up words, and no one looked better in a James Brown Wig.
Its sad that all our National Fruitcakes were scared off by the robe and bonfire faction, but after all, we knew it had to end sometime. You just don't poke the inbred spawn of a thousand maniacs so many times and walk away a winner. Its probably better just to retire to the country and try growing crack in your garden while drinking Colt 45 (don't let the smooth taste fool ya!) out of the can and chasing fat coeds around in your open bathrobe.
Dammit, Jesse and Al, get your crazy asses back on tv and give us all a big pipe full of that nutty ass hopium you fuckers smoke.
That is all.
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