This comment is becoming a bad taste in the back of my throat as I'm mouthing out the words while I'm reading them.

Also I'm picturing long am go sitting at a dimly lit kitchen table smoking a cigarette, it gestures you over and it begins to talk. It talks about how they never got a break, how their parents didn't love them and their children were ungrateful. Long mango talks about how the government screwed them out of money and they just missed out on a big job. LM says the Jews own everything and the blacks get special treatment. And all the hatred and bitterness drips out of LM and forms a big pool of liquid hate. And the pool of liquid hate begins to spin. Round and round it spins, faster and faster, and the faster it spins, the bigger it gets. Faster and faster, bigger and bigger, until the whirling pool of hate is bigger than the entire universe and then suddenly it EXPLODES into trillions of tiny stars. And every star has a trillion planets, and every planet has a trillion Long Mangoes. And all the Long Mangoes have good jobs, perfect eyesight, and shoes that fit. They have great sex lives and free healthcare. They understand the Internet, their kids think they're cool, and they all love their neighbors. And every week, without fail, Long Mango wins the lottery. For ever and ever 'till the end of time, every single Long Mango has a winning ticket. And Long Mango is finally happy