Jackass sey di worl' no level. Jackass sey owing to sitihashan han sitihashan more time you woulda love tell smaddy sittin, but owing to sey yu ave de blade an' dem ave de angle an naa ramp fi draw it yu haffi cool.
Jackass was watching 'Rising Stars' on television the other day and saw some rough comments being dished out to a couple contestants by you know who. Not that you know who is trying to be rude, simply giving his very expert opinion.
But Jackass looks at the people on the receiving end of that sharp tongue and knows that a lot of the time they do not want to smile. They want to wince, they want to frown, they want to wrinch and, above all, they want to answer back (not fill in a number after the lady says 'send your text to whatever whatever whatever). They want to say "hey bway, yu tink dis easy? Yu know how long me a try? Yu cyaan do nutten, jus' siddung deh an. Yow, go tex' yusself!"
And they can't. They just have to go home and listen to their friends repeat the facety comment for the rest of their lives.
The world is not level at all, because this is not the only situation Jackass sees people not able to say what is on their mind. Imagine someone gets all their documents together, pays the required fee (non-refundable), presents themselves at the embassy in their best clothes, brush teeth and borrow cologne and everything. They step up to the interview booth, answer all the questions properly and this little white somebody that is not qualified to hold the job below the one you hold says 'no'.
You want to draw them through the glass, as Perfect said in that 'Merimaka' song. You want to tell them to go into a time machine and go into one of the World Trade Centre buildings just before the planes hit (on a floor far up, too). You want to tell them that ... that ... that ... And you think about coming back a next time as well as the security on your case like the Taliban and you just draw a breath and smile. Barelsy.
Or when police stop you, catch you redhanded with some paper or the other up, start to fasety them little basic school education self with you and then ask, "So whe yu can do fi yusself?" You want to say "wash, cook, clean and sex, but I don't work for police or ba%%@@!!ay". But you think about Braeton and losing the little driver's licence, take a deep breath and say, "No much".
Hell, it is worse if you go to court for the little traffic offence and the judge decides to take out frustration on you. What can you do? Not a darned thing, not with the police standing there holding back the laughter, ready to cart you off to jail for contempt of court. So it is straight "yes y'hana, no y'hana".
Remember in school when the teacher used to say, "So are you saying that I am lying?" You wanted to say 'yes'. You are a damned liad since you were born and you will be till yu dead, but what did you say when you thought about the licks, the suspension, your parents licks on top of it and having to say sorry in the long run anyway? "No sir".
Jackass sey di worl' no level. Jackass sey if men an' people coulda read jus' whe eena yu min' dem woulda run whey more time.
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