Man...John Gibson vs. Kenneth Eng. You can't root for anybody in that one, though Eng is ridiculously when it comes to bringing the crazy with a totally straight face.
Honestly, I feel bad for the guy; he's obviously troubled and probably not entirely with it. The real outrage is the editor who gave this the god of the universe the soapbox to expound on his solipsism. I could let the local whino write a column and he'd probably say some wonky things about dragons with swords as well, but I exercise judgement.
Honestly, I feel bad for the guy; he's obviously troubled and probably not entirely with it. The real outrage is the editor who gave this the god of the universe the soapbox to expound on his solipsism. I could let the local whino write a column and he'd probably say some wonky things about dragons with swords as well, but I exercise judgement.
The editor of the paper is part of the family that owns it. He's not going to take the fall.
Presenting -- NYU Tisch School of the Arts, The Movie!
FADE IN:
INT. NYU CLASSROOM
A comfortable room. White and black students chat with each other.
The PROFESSOR, a white "man" enters.
PROFESSOR: Let's pitch screenplays.
Enter a male Asian student. Everyone shudders at the sight of him.
PROFESSOR: Who will go first?
A white boy walks to the front of the room with a script written on a napkin.
WHITE BOY: I would like to write a movie about a guy who is coming of age. Responses?
WHITE BOY 2: Brilliant!
WHITE BOY 3: So original!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
Asian guy raises his hand.
ASIAN MAN: Well, to be honest, I think that's rather cliched. It has no creativity and I do not see any studio executive buying it. Just being truthful.
White boy cries.
WHITE BOY: Waaaaaa!!! He called me unoriginal! Waaaaaa!!!
PROFESSOR: How dare you insult him, Asian!
ASIAN MAN: Actually, I was not insulting him. I am merely offering my point of view.
WHITE BOY 2: Chinaman!
BLACK BOY: Chink!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
PROFESSOR: Who is next to pitch a script?
Italian boy takes the stage.
ITALIAN BOY: My story is about my dead sister and how she died of cancer and her death was very sad. Poohoo.
ASIAN MAN: No offense, but I just do not find that interesting. There are too many screenplays about people's family members and I find no reason to care if I do not know the person.
ITALIAN BOY: How-a could-a you-a say-a that-a?! I-a going-a to-a kill-a you-a!
PROFESSOR: This is unacceptable!
ASIAN MAN: I am allowed freedom of speech.
PROFESSOR: You are allowed freedom of speech so long as you do not mention anything about religion, politics, race, sex, venus flytraps, Garfield, scotch tape, knitting and the air-speed velocities of unladen swallows!
WHITE BOY: Yeah, this is a democracy, you stupid gook!
WHITE BOY 2: Don't be racist, you goddamn Chinaman!
WHITE BOY 3: What do you think, my african american friend who I love with all my base?
BLACK BOY: Slang, drugs, rap.
PROFESSOR: That does it, Kenneth. I am removing you from the class.
ASIAN MAN: Well all right, I mean, this class really isn't that big of a deal anyway.
Italian boy pulls out a pizza slicer and attacks.
ITALIAN BOY: Kill you! I kill you for my dead sister!
Asian Man slaps him away, sending him flying. The guinea crashes through a wall, leaving a human-shaped hole.
PROFESSOR: Out! Out!
Asian Man shrugs and walks out.
WHITE BOYS: Horray! Now we can finally live in peace with the dragon slain. We can go home to our crappy studio apartments, watch TV, make dumb jokes and do no work whatsoever. After all, conformity is all that matters!
PROFESSOR: That's the spirit! You'll be sure to get an NYU degree like that!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
I used to think I was the cause of race five pagers. Glad to see you can go six pages with out me. Perhaps I was the calming effect that kept things to just five pages.
Presenting -- NYU Tisch School of the Arts, The Movie!
FADE IN:
INT. NYU CLASSROOM
A comfortable room. White and black students chat with each other.
The PROFESSOR, a white "man" enters.
PROFESSOR: Let's pitch screenplays.
Enter a male Asian student. Everyone shudders at the sight of him.
PROFESSOR: Who will go first?
A white boy walks to the front of the room with a script written on a napkin.
WHITE BOY: I would like to write a movie about a guy who is coming of age. Responses?
WHITE BOY 2: Brilliant!
WHITE BOY 3: So original!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
Asian guy raises his hand.
ASIAN MAN: Well, to be honest, I think that's rather cliched. It has no creativity and I do not see any studio executive buying it. Just being truthful.
White boy cries.
WHITE BOY: Waaaaaa!!! He called me unoriginal! Waaaaaa!!!
PROFESSOR: How dare you insult him, Asian!
ASIAN MAN: Actually, I was not insulting him. I am merely offering my point of view.
WHITE BOY 2: Chinaman!
BLACK BOY: Chink!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
PROFESSOR: Who is next to pitch a script?
Italian boy takes the stage.
ITALIAN BOY: My story is about my dead sister and how she died of cancer and her death was very sad. Poohoo.
ASIAN MAN: No offense, but I just do not find that interesting. There are too many screenplays about people's family members and I find no reason to care if I do not know the person.
ITALIAN BOY: How-a could-a you-a say-a that-a?! I-a going-a to-a kill-a you-a!
PROFESSOR: This is unacceptable!
ASIAN MAN: I am allowed freedom of speech.
PROFESSOR: You are allowed freedom of speech so long as you do not mention anything about religion, politics, race, sex, venus flytraps, Garfield, scotch tape, knitting and the air-speed velocities of unladen swallows!
WHITE BOY: Yeah, this is a democracy, you stupid gook!
WHITE BOY 2: Don't be racist, you goddamn Chinaman!
WHITE BOY 3: What do you think, my african american friend who I love with all my base?
BLACK BOY: Slang, drugs, rap.
PROFESSOR: That does it, Kenneth. I am removing you from the class.
ASIAN MAN: Well all right, I mean, this class really isn't that big of a deal anyway.
Italian boy pulls out a pizza slicer and attacks.
ITALIAN BOY: Kill you! I kill you for my dead sister!
Asian Man slaps him away, sending him flying. The guinea crashes through a wall, leaving a human-shaped hole.
PROFESSOR: Out! Out!
Asian Man shrugs and walks out.
WHITE BOYS: Horray! Now we can finally live in peace with the dragon slain. We can go home to our crappy studio apartments, watch TV, make dumb jokes and do no work whatsoever. After all, conformity is all that matters!
PROFESSOR: That's the spirit! You'll be sure to get an NYU degree like that!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
FADE OUT
So is the concensus that he's got some form of mental illness? It seems like he obviously understands the situation and can even joke (I use that word loosely) about it, yet shows no remorse whatsoever. I'm at a loss.
So I was on the train the other day. I hear a guy shouting at random folks. " what are you looking at!" . I look up its this douche bag, kenneth eng.
For a half hour I watched as he repeatedly looked up from his book, glared at everyone with hate and disgust, than hawked up a loogie, spit on the floor and look back down into his book. I knew who he was, but didnt say anything. I was kind of pussified by this man's intense hatred and psychotic mannerisms. I mean this f***ing guy Eng is a really a nutty shit bird, my friends. I just sat there with everyone else, tired from a long day , watching this asshole hawk loogies. staring at him thinking " I hope he doesnt pull out a gun and kill all our latino, asian, black and white asses" really thats was the vibe on the 7 that night.
You should have approached him and told him you were "sent from the Dragon Lord, and the High Court of Dragons is very disappointed with his divisive behavior - true dragons embrace all races and creeds, as the next evolutionary step beyond wielding metal."
Comments
Wash out your cur mouth--you are never again to invoke the blessings of your fictional god with respect to me or to refer to me as a "kid".
Now take me to your alpha-male.
This was my favorite part.
I do wish he had asked why dragons carry swords & machine
guns at the same time, though.
My imagination is working overtime...
Imagine no longer.
http://homepage.mac.com/mkoldys/iblog/C168863457/E20070305193023/index.html
schitt I ain't got no quicktime here at work I guess.
http://www.foxnews.com/bigstory/index.html
'As Seen on the Big Story'
Honestly, I feel bad for the guy; he's obviously troubled and probably not entirely with it. The real outrage is the editor who gave this the god of the universe the soapbox to expound on his solipsism. I could let the local whino write a column and he'd probably say some wonky things about dragons with swords as well, but I exercise judgement.
anybody see the "most watched" video "Save America, Make Babies"
Fox News is INSANE!
The editor of the paper is part of the family that owns it. He's not going to take the fall.
WELL IS IT? Keithvanhorn?
duh
my seed was smoking in the second trimester.
fucking hyphy tots
Seriously, Eng is hilarious.
What is his major malfunction?
"I am the only consciousness I am aware of."
Now can we PLEASE talk about dragons on this board? People!! Stop avoiding the real issues with weak covers like racism!!!
Wow... these people are more fascinated by rap music than me; every third item on there is about it.
Dude needs to masturbate more. I have it down to the point where I don't need a bath afterwards.
But I can't get wood with my plushies watching.
I love it when John Gibson says, "I don't have to go very far into my hip-hop collection to find guys talking about these BLUNTS!"
Kenneth Eng's Amazon blog gets a new entry
http://www.amazon.com/gp/pdp/profile/ATCXMPPVKTNTU
NYU Tisch School of the Arts -- The Movie!
8:17 PM, March 6, 2007
Before this blog goes down, I figure I may as well put it to use.
Presenting -- NYU Tisch School of the Arts, The Movie!
FADE IN:
INT. NYU CLASSROOM
A comfortable room. White and black students chat with each other.
The PROFESSOR, a white "man" enters.
PROFESSOR: Let's pitch screenplays.
Enter a male Asian student. Everyone shudders at the sight of him.
PROFESSOR: Who will go first?
A white boy walks to the front of the room with a script written on a napkin.
WHITE BOY: I would like to write a movie about a guy who is coming of age. Responses?
WHITE BOY 2: Brilliant!
WHITE BOY 3: So original!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
Asian guy raises his hand.
ASIAN MAN: Well, to be honest, I think that's rather cliched. It has no creativity and I do not see any studio executive buying it. Just being truthful.
White boy cries.
WHITE BOY: Waaaaaa!!! He called me unoriginal! Waaaaaa!!!
PROFESSOR: How dare you insult him, Asian!
ASIAN MAN: Actually, I was not insulting him. I am merely offering my point of view.
WHITE BOY 2: Chinaman!
BLACK BOY: Chink!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
PROFESSOR: Who is next to pitch a script?
Italian boy takes the stage.
ITALIAN BOY: My story is about my dead sister and how she died of cancer and her death was very sad. Poohoo.
ASIAN MAN: No offense, but I just do not find that interesting. There are too many screenplays about people's family members and I find no reason to care if I do not know the person.
ITALIAN BOY: How-a could-a you-a say-a that-a?! I-a going-a to-a kill-a you-a!
PROFESSOR: This is unacceptable!
ASIAN MAN: I am allowed freedom of speech.
PROFESSOR: You are allowed freedom of speech so long as you do not mention anything about religion, politics, race, sex, venus flytraps, Garfield, scotch tape, knitting and the air-speed velocities of unladen swallows!
WHITE BOY: Yeah, this is a democracy, you stupid gook!
WHITE BOY 2: Don't be racist, you goddamn Chinaman!
WHITE BOY 3: What do you think, my african american friend who I love with all my base?
BLACK BOY: Slang, drugs, rap.
PROFESSOR: That does it, Kenneth. I am removing you from the class.
ASIAN MAN: Well all right, I mean, this class really isn't that big of a deal anyway.
Italian boy pulls out a pizza slicer and attacks.
ITALIAN BOY: Kill you! I kill you for my dead sister!
Asian Man slaps him away, sending him flying. The guinea crashes through a wall, leaving a human-shaped hole.
PROFESSOR: Out! Out!
Asian Man shrugs and walks out.
WHITE BOYS: Horray! Now we can finally live in peace with the dragon slain. We can go home to our crappy studio apartments, watch TV, make dumb jokes and do no work whatsoever. After all, conformity is all that matters!
PROFESSOR: That's the spirit! You'll be sure to get an NYU degree like that!
WHITE GIRL: Friends and sex and parties and makeup!
FADE OUT
I can't front, that's actually kinda funny. Which I believe is the first time K-Eng has been funny on purpose.
So is the concensus that he's got some form of mental illness?
It seems like he obviously understands the situation and can even joke (I use that word loosely) about it, yet shows no remorse whatsoever. I'm at a loss.
Kenneth Eng, you loveable little conundrum you!
Trouble relating to other points of view.
Very specific interests out of his age range.
etc.
For a half hour I watched as he repeatedly looked up from his book, glared at everyone with hate and disgust, than hawked up a loogie, spit on the floor and look back down into his book.
I knew who he was, but didnt say anything. I was kind of pussified by this man's intense hatred and psychotic mannerisms. I mean this f***ing guy Eng is a really a nutty shit bird, my friends. I just sat there with everyone else, tired from a long day , watching this asshole hawk loogies. staring at him thinking " I hope he doesnt pull out a gun and kill all our latino, asian, black and white asses"
really thats was the vibe on the 7 that night.
anyone else run into this guy?
were "sent from the Dragon Lord, and the High Court
of Dragons is very disappointed with his divisive
behavior - true dragons embrace all races and creeds,
as the next evolutionary step beyond wielding metal."
You could have changed his life forever.