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Cavortin' Bastard
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Monday,
April 30, 2000
Miami Cubans --
Ain't It Typical
(Nobody
an animal like a Miami Cuban, yo... nobody)
That Cavortin'
Bastard ain't
one to defend the gov'ment, yo, so I won't. But goddamn, I gotta
say, they ain't no people I hate's more (as ya know, I's a righteous
hate machine) than them nucka Miami Cubans.
Some goddamn mothafuckin'
racists, they is. Fuck 'em. If you ain't a brotha that ain't
ever been down to South Florida, yo, then you don't even know
where I'm comin' from, y'all. But here's a flava:
Polls show that 92 percent
of Miami blacks supported Elian returning to his father. That
has infuriated some Cuban Americans.
"All we have to
say is, 'We shall remember,'" noted one letter sent to Robert
Steinback, a black Miami Herald columnist. "We own the majority
of businesses in South Florida. The next time you need a job,
don't bother applying."
-- San
Francisco Examiner
April 23, 2000
All's That Cavortin'
Bastard has gotta say is FUCK OFF YA MOTHAFUCKIN' BABY THIEFS!
Dirty Miami Cubans.
Now y'all see what
happens when some fresh-off-the-boat refugees from some banana
republic gets themdelfs a chance to set up shop in the US o'
A, yo. They's start battin' at windows an' firin' up tires an'
runnin' the streets, bellies a swingin' an' beer a spillin' as
they scream like yawpin' cavemen chasin' down that there pig
gettin' away cuz the cavemen's dumb as Whitey in Oakland after
dark.
Filthy animals,
them pigs. Cubans jonesin' on pig. Pigs jonesin' on dirt. Same
thang, if y'all ax me (an' I know you is).
"Freedom for
Elian!" they all cry like bayin' dogs, as if that damn kid
was gonna be free if he laid up with you criminals. Sheeeeeeit.
Y'all would have that there kid under a microscope, yo, yeah.
He'd have ta deal with you heathens treatin' him like he was
the Second Comin'... AN' HE AIN'T. He a KID.
With a daddy.
Anyone ever try
ta take any o' my five or so kids, I'll take ya down my dark
alley.
Mothafuckin' Miami
Cooban baby thiefs, that's what I'm talkin' about. Here's the
eight-step program for immigrant success, yeah:
1) Start yodelf
with 35 percent o' the people in South Florida an' 60 percent
of the Miami pop.
2) Mug ya way inta
the CEO chillios an' managerial coolios
3) Lace them politicos
with cash an' rum an' cervezas, yeah, an fire yer police chief
when he does his job cuz that there Miami mayor is in yer pocket
like the ho he is.
4) Take photos
o' power peeps with a Florida ho (they's plenty of 'em available
here) an' keep them pics tucked
'way in a safe place, yo
5) Kill yerself
a president when he dun go along with yo plans
6) Dun say a thang
when them poor-ass black Haitians who really have it bad in that hellpit island
get sent back, but go ape shit when a kid might get sent back
ta a country that can feed itdelf
7) Say "Jes"
(or "chyes", that works for nuckas too) insteada "yeah"
and "Cooba" insteada "Cuba" like a dirty
swine eater
8) Grow yodelf
a fatty pig belly ta swing back an' forth as ya'll stampede Miami
Boulevard squealing like the fatty pigs you is, BEEEATCH!
Them Gonzalezes...
America's most ass-fucked family from America's most ass-fucked
people in America's most ass-fucked city. Sheeit...
Marileysis Gonzalez...
First she plays it coolio, yo, cuz she's seein' herself (along
with them media types) as Motha Mary to Elian's Christ, but then
he's taken from her -- rightfully, yeah -- an' she goes tearin'
up the place, knowin' that without that kid she's hoin' out,
she ain't on no front page of some third-rate paper like the
Miami Herald.
An' she cain't
have that, no. No, instead, she draws herself mo' attention,
sayin' mucho lies, like "Elian need me, jes!" when
photos showin' he digs hangin' with daddy, yeah. Lyin' ho, that
Marisleysis, then starts screamin', "Jes, those photos are
doctored, jes!" (even though she said otherwise to that simpleton fisherman
who just be ridin' the fame train while it lasts, yeah.)
If ever
I sell yo ass out, you best not hold out on me when I need my
caish, cuz I'll bitch slap ya till ya wanna go back to "Cooba".
Ho.
Fuckin' lyin' Miami
Cuban baby thiefs.
Then ya got yo
Unca Lazaro Gonzalez, also known as The
Cuban Drunk
(okay, yeah, that ain't specific enough, since they's all drunks).
"El Jefe" wanna look after the kid? Ya right, you stupid
motha fucka. If yer gonna drink and drive, yo, don't get freakin'
caught -- an if you do, then recognize ya just certifiably stupid.
Foo.
Then you them politicos,
like that Cuban fuck, Miami Mayor Joe Carollo, who fired
his freaking city manager cuz the city manager wouldn't fire the
police chief cuz he was doin' his job by puttin' the wood to
them swine eatin' Cubans. Accordin' to my "sources"
on the inside, yo, that well-used politico ho was heard to yell:
"Goddamn joo!
What me gonna tell the Miami Mafia now?!? Chyes, I am gonna
get fucked in my ass by them bendejos, mother fucker! Hol'
on.... HEY, YOU WHITE BITCH SECRETARY! GET ME TEN TACO BELL CHALUPAS -- DON'T FORGET THE
FUCKIN' SAUCE BEATCH!"
Fuck them Miami
Cubans. They think just because they can come over from some
backwater country and take over a backwater state, they can make
the country do what they want it to do, even dough it goes 'gainst
God? Fuck them mothafuckin', swine-eatin', Haitian-hatin', president-killin',
politics-corruptin' racists.
Peace to the rests
of you,
--
That Cavortin' Bastard
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