I give up.
I was visiting angry blogger Aaron at Uppity-Negro, whose site name is almost as socially awkward as mine, and I must say I just don't know what to say.
He hates warbloggers and wants to kill one just to see 'em die.
Dawn Olsen, ladies and gentlemen.
And my exact words were, "At this point, I think I would shoot one of them just to watch him die."
I hear the train a comin'; it's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine since I don't know when.
I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on.
But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby, my mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy; don't ever play with guns."
But I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
When I hear that whistle blowin' I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folk eatin' in a fancy dining car.
They're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin', I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a movin', and that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison, if that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move on over a little farther down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison, that's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE WORDS THAT ARE COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH?
Chris Tucker, to Jackie Chan, Rush Hour.
To which the correct response is:
Don't nobody understand the words that are coming out of your mouth.
Chris Tucker, after Jackie Chan quotes the above line back at him, Rush Hour 2.