Irish Dancing

Irish dancing has to be the best dancing there is. It's like the Third Reich banging at your door to ask you if your name is Goldstein and then hauling you off to an oven while they skin you alive to get your flesh over to the lampshade factory just as fast as possible. You just want to go out and kill somebody when you are sitting in a theater watching an Irish dance troop banging their heels and toes and slamming their feet down flat, over and over and over, it's like an army of killer zombies on the march. It's a good thing they do not allow the audience to watch Irish dancing while holding fire axes, everyone would rush out of the theater and kill everyone on their hate list first and then march upon the innocent women and children after. I can't even believe Irish dancing is legal. Irish dancing has the same effect on me that summer has on niggers: I just want to tear-up the place. But unlike niggers I don't want to loot tv's I want to smash them. Even NIGGERS ain't THAT outa control. That's why niggers could never win a race war against whites: at some point the niggers would stop. Probably five minutes in. Then they'd take a break. White people would go for days, weeks, years on a killng rampage if they thought at the end of it things would be better. On the other hand, the rampage itself holds a lot of satisfaction for white people. And we would never take a break. Why take a break when you are doing the most wonderful thing a person could possibly do except fuck? In fact, in some ways it's BETTER than fuckin' because in a 24 hour period IT IS POSSIBLE to finally run out of boners and run out of sperm. But you can never run out of fury.