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Last Night, I Went To A Birthday Party, And This Girl Brought A Cake And A Cheesecake. And The Other Girls That Lived In The Apartment, I Swear To God, All Night Long: 'you're Taking That Cake With You When You Go. That Cake's Not Staying In This House.' Like It's This Evil, Hope Diamond, Nuclear, Horrifying Cursed Thing.

You Know George W. Bush Is A War-time President, He Says - Proudly. Guess What. War Is Failure! When You Are At War, You Have Failed! When You Have Gone To A War Of Choice And Lied About It, You're A Double-triple, Triple-quadruple Failure! Or A Warlord. It's Called A Warlord In Other Countries. A War Time President Here. One Man's Ceiling I Guess Is Another Man's Floor. George Bush Is A Warlord. He's A Failure!

You Young People With Your Twittering And Your Creating Of Content. Or What Is It - Queefing? I Don't Know What You Young People Are Calling It.

First Of All, "redneck" Is A State Of Mind, Not A Person. So The "racist Redneck" Thing Is A State Of Mind, Not A Geographical Location. So I Don't Mean To Imply That It's Just Southerners. And If You Don't Recognize The Racist Underpinnings And The Emotional Reactive Response You're Getting From These Teabaggers Because We Have A Black President, Then You Are Either Being Dishonest, Or You've Never Seen The Teabaggers.

I Wound Up Getting A Lot Of Other Opportunities In The Nineties, And Then Sort Of As Quickly As It Started, It Just As Quickly Ended Around 2001. And So Yeah, I'd Love To Continue Acting But It's Just Not Up To Me.