ToshA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
Boredom created this opportunity,
the opportunity to b***h-slap Daniel Tosh into oblivion before he has a chance to incite over a million people to secede and become the world's fifth-largest nuclear power. Five years ago, Tosh was ranting about how South Dakota was full of ugly girls because the state was trying to outlaw a woman's right to choose, even though the state held a vote and the will of the people wanted to be expressed. They wanted women to carry a fetus to term, they wanted to see all human life has a chance of existing even though a bunch of liberal activist judges felt otherwise. And yet, if he had the chance, Tosh will probably show shots of the Missouri floodwaters hitting Pierre and Yankton, drowning them into nothingness, on his Comedy Central show, and he'd take the full time calling the citizens of South Dakota ugly, regressive and malicious and this is what happens when a state violates the will of Tosh's liberal version of God. And then he would spread his vitriol to North Dakota and call us the New Orleans of the North. He would ask rhetorically, why the f**k would a bunch of demented lutefisk-and-lefse lovers want to live in a cold, boring place? Why the f**k would the media spend any time on North Dakota? He would answer, white bias, all because white people deserve what they get for keeping the other races down. Of course, this is a hypothetical piece but I could imagine Daniel Tosh saying something that would get him booted off of Comedy Central, but bashing the Midwest states doesn't seem to show up on the station's liberal-leaning radar. Yet, he can say what he wants and not get in trouble because people think he's funny, but when I open my mouth, I get in trouble because I'm not funny enough and liberal enough to be respected by mainstream media outlets. Double standards never seem to work both ways. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetAuthor's Note
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Added on June 2, 2011 Last Updated on June 2, 2011 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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