Jews like spicy food. African Americans can run fast.
That's generalization.
Jews are greedy. African Americans are stupid.
That's discrimination.
African Americans are stupid.
That's racism.
Jews are greedy.
That's antisemitism.
I blame the jews; they're so damn smart they make us look stupid by comparison. Also I hate negros for making me look pale and gays for making me look dull. I also hate it when you get up in the morning, and the sun is shining, and there's only a couple of clouds in the distant, and you leave home wearing only shorts and a t-shirt, and then the clouds get denser, and you wonder if it'll rain, and you regret not bringing a jacket, and then you make it to where campus, and then you have a boring lecture, and then it's almost finished, and then it starts raining, and then you get pissed, and then it stops raining, and then you're relieved, and then it starts raining again just before you've got to leave for home, and then you're really pissed, and then you leave the hell-hole you've been stuck in, and you walk through the fucking rain, and you can almost smell God pissing on you, and you get to the buss stop, and there are so many people there you can't stand under the shelter, and you run for cover at the store nearby, and you fall on the way, and you get all wet, and you curse like shit, and a friend comes by laughing at you, and he reminds you that tomorrow is an early day, and the bus comes, and the buss is almost too full to get in, and your friend makes it inside with the crowd, and the bus leaves, and you are left on the sidewalk, and suddenly thunder breaks out, and you take shelter at the bus stop, and you wait two fucking hours for the next God damn bus, and you take the bus, and you drive for twenty minutes, and you realize the bus isn't going the right way, and the driver tells you it's the wrong bus, and you get off at the next stop, and it's gotten dark in the meantime, and you can't see shit, and you spend the next half hour walking to another bus stop, and you finally get on the right bus home, and you get home, and you remember you've forgotten your keys in your room this morning, and you shout out loudly, and you reach for your cellphone, and you remember putting it in your jacket, and the rain gets worse, and it's getting late, and you sit and wait for your dad to show up, and the hole shitty thing reminds you of a tuna fish you once ate.
That's satire.
