I honestly don't appreciate Randall making fun of Retards. Retards are people too, they just can't walk and talk or do math!
Listen, guys. I know that with the degradation of society we have to make some choices. WE do not know what's right, what's wrong, what we can say, and what we can't say. Po-mo and feminazism is on the rise, and the Yellow Menace is staring at us across the ocean, with their squinty little eyes. The world is a horrid and terrifying place, with no shelter to seek. To escape we turn to the bright light and grating sounds of television, and numb ourselves stupid with the likes of reality shows like Flavor of Love and The Office, and the rest of that tripe. We can't handle the complicated world as it is, so we seek a simpler, pasteler universe in a box, soothing us, comforting us, feeding us information which is not true. Giving us characatures that are nothing like how people are. The nerd. The Prom Queen. The Jock. The bully. The Retard. I have nothing against prm queens, nerds, jocks, bullies, or Retards; they are all people! What I have a problem with is exploiting them, using them as insults for others, making them seem like nothing more than animals that can't tie their shoes.
Listen. I once met a Retard. I know they are not very common in society, but when I was out at MIT I ran across a man in a wheel chair. He was a most pathetic sight, truly. His head was tilted to one side and he couldn't even talk! He needed a computer, to analyze his cheek twitches. They put the poor soul up on the stage, making him talk very slowly. It was so cruel, really. HE didn't even make any sense, just spouting out random nonsense about blackholes. I can tell that before the Retardining for out of hand and cripplified him he was a very inquisitive child, with his little space book, all fasicinated by planets with aliens and such. But then he got dropped on his head again or something, and got Dawn's Syndrome, and because Retard, and now these .. these . .animals were putting him up for show, laughing at him, making him speak when in actuality he can't even form a single thought. I bet the poor Retard didn't even know his own name!
I was furious. More furious than I have ever been in my life. What injustice! Those nerds! Those geeks! Belittling a poor Retard just to make themselves feel better by comparison! I did the only thing I could do. I stood up and spoke against this injustice, just like my hero Tupac would. I said "Hey! Don't laugh at the Retard! The Retard is a person too! You charlatans are monsters, taking him out of his cage, probably promising him tooth-decaying candy none-the-less, and parading him about like an animal! Well, an animal he may be, poindexters, but at least he has a heart! A heart full of science, an even though he doesn't know what he was talking about, I'm sure his little head is full of giant dreams! Of going to distant moons and making aliens friends! So shame on you! Monsters!"
They tasered me, and dragged me out. What could I do? I, one man, could not do a thing to improve the standing of legless REtards in the world.
So I ask you Randall. Don't do this. Don't call us "slow" or "Retards"like that. Retards are people too!
I mean, who is the real retard here?
Not cool, not funny, not a good comic.
Lol.