Before Turning the Gun on Himself

I use the word “faggot” very liberally and I never attach sexuality to it. It’s just a fun word of weakness, and it’s happy. I love homosexuality. I promote it. You fuck and you don’t leave fucking garbage on the earth because of it. I don’t have to look at pictures of the results. Yeah, homosexuality. I support wholeheartedly, and I use the word “nigger” when nigger’s the appropriate word, or if I’m just quoting Mel Gibson. I’m not gonna say, “oh, and then he said I hope you get raped by a pack of n-words.” No, it’s fucking "nigger". It’s a sound you can make with your mouth and fucking get over it. If you’re offended by any word in any language, it’s probably because your parents were unfit to raise a child. They were too stupid. They should have been neutered because all it is a sound you can make with your mouth that you shouldn’t be–it’s not a weakness that you have naturally. When you come out of that pink ugly hole onto this planet, you’re nothing but a gooey shrieking wrinkled ball of weakness. That’s all you are. You’re just weak. You’re nothing but weak, and your parents look at that, and they think: "not weak enough". We can make this thing even weaker by training it pavlovian to react poorly to different sounds that you can make with your mouth. We’ll list them up. This is the worst thing. If anyone ever says this sound, "Blah la, la la la", that’s the worst thing they can call you, so make sure to recoil and cry and be hurt and devastated and eat ice cream on a couch for days and then write a song about it. You wouldn’t do that otherwise. You’d just be happier if your parents didn’t fuck it up... You’d just be a happier person. I could just walk right up to you and go, “hey, cunt!” and you’d go, “no, I’m Rebeca, but I guess I have a face that looks like a lot of different people. What’s your name? Welcome to Salt Lake.” But your parents ruined that.