The Boondocks2005

Martin Luther King:
Is this it? This is what I got all those ass-whoopings for? I had a dream once. It was a dream that little black boys and little black girls would drink from the river of prosperity, freed from the thirst of oppression. But lo and behold, some four decades later, what have I found but a bunch of trifling, shiftless, good-for-nothing n*ggers? And I know some of you don't want to hear me say that word. It's the ugliest word in the English language, but that's what I see now: n*ggers. And you don't want to be a n*gger, 'cause n*ggers are living contradictions! N*ggers are full of unfulfilled ambitions! N*ggers wax and wane, n*ggers love to complain! N*ggers love to hear themselves talk but hate to explain! N*ggers love being another man's judge and jury! N*ggers procrastinate until it's time to worry! N*ggers love to be late, n*ggers hate to hurry! Black Entertainment Television is the worst thing I've ever seen in my life! Usher, "Michael Jackson" is *not* a genre of music! And now I'd like to talk about "Soul Plane". I've seen what's around the corner, I've seen what's over the horizon, and I promise you, you n*ggers won't have nothing to celebrate. And no, I won't get there with you. I'm going to Canada.