Friday, September 21, 2007

'Mother****er, I want more iced tea!'

Bill O'Reilly and Al Sharpton walk into a restaurant in Harlem.

No, that's not the opening line of a joke. Okay, it is the opening line of a joke, but not an intentional joke. Bear with me.

Okay, so Bill O'Reilly and Al Sharpton go to a restaurant in Harlem. O'Reilly looks around and notices something that surprises him. Not only do restaurants in Harlem bear a remarkable resemblance to restaurants in other parts of New York City, but the diners in those restaurants actually behave like diners in other parts of the city. No, seriously.

Most astonishing to Bill-O is that black restaurant patrons aren't crazy, and don't use profanity when they order.

No, seriously.

You know, I was up in Harlem a few weeks ago, and I actually had dinner with Al Sharpton, who is a very, very interesting guy. And he comes on The Factor a lot, and then I treated him to dinner, because he's made himself available to us, and I felt that I wanted to take him up there. And we went to Sylvia's, a very famous restaurant in Harlem. I had a great time, and all the people up there are tremendously respectful. They all watch The Factor. You know, when Sharpton and I walked in, it was like a big commotion and everything, but everybody was very nice.

And I couldn't get over the fact that there was no difference between Sylvia's restaurant and any other restaurant in New York City. I mean, it was exactly the same, even though it's run by blacks, primarily black patronship. It was the same, and that's really what this society's all about now here in the U.S.A. There's no difference. There's no difference. There may be a cultural entertainment -- people may gravitate toward different cultural entertainment, but you go down to Little Italy, and you're gonna have that. It has nothing to do with the color of anybody's skin.

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O'REILLY: That's right. That's right. There wasn't one person in Sylvia's who was screaming, "M-Fer, I want more iced tea."

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O'REILLY: You know, I mean, everybody was -- it was like going into an Italian restaurant in an all-white suburb in the sense of people were sitting there, and they were ordering and having fun. And there wasn't any kind of craziness at all.
Isn't that a riot?

2 comments:

LaPopessa said...

We should give the guy a break. After all, it's not like he actually ever goes out and mingles with anyone other than his lily white hangers on and their neo-con masters. But it goes a long way in explaining where the man's brains located, way up his ass.

LeftLeaningLady said...

I find that I can still be dumbfounded and amazed by the stupidity of others. Does that make me a moron or just incredibly naive?