Laslo Films presents "Donut!"

Laslo Films presents "Donut!"

"Donut!"

Man-Child learns an Important Thing About Life.

Tucker attempts to explain Heaven.

Heartwarming.

I am Laslo.

Laslo Films presents "The Girl On The Phone!"

Laslo Films presents "The Girl On The Phone!"

"The Girl On The Phone"

Tucker calls a girl he met at the bar.

Interpretive Dance.

Corn Dogs.

I am Laslo.

7:28. Woman at counter. Mid-twenties. Spring dress, yellow with flowers. I strongly believe no underwear.

Notebook of the Guy at the Coffee Shop Who Stares at Women's Asses...

7:17. Woman at counter. Mid-thirties, probably. Expensive hair. Black pants, not tight enough to discern details, but ass seems to be droopy. Orders green tea. Did not take photo.

7:18. Woman, second-in-line. Early twenties. Short hair, big earrings. Tight jeans. Narrow hips, slim ass, almost boy-ish. Taut. Orders Mocha. Took two photos.

7:21: Woman at counter. Forties? maybe looking pretty good for early Fifties. Capri pants. Too old for Capri pants. Ass past the age of evaluation. Did not take photo.

7:24. Woman at table, standing up from chair. Late teens, maybe? Blonde hair, big brown eyes. Stupendous ass. Full, firm, yoga pants. Bends over to put something in backpack: Yes! Took six photos.

7:28. Woman at counter. Mid-twenties. Spring dress, yellow with flowers. I strongly believe no underwear. Undulation. Orders latte. Took three photos.

7:30. Woman waiting at end of counter for beverage. Early thirties. White leggings, blouse only covers top third of ass. Nice ass, but she caught me staring at her. Angry look: probably best to leave for day. No photos.

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/06/at-barriques-cafe.html

Fuck, none of those are five letters, and they don't begin with an 'N', either...

Travis Bickle Does a Crossword...

Twenty-six down: Black Americans were once called this. Begins with an 'N'...

Hmmm, Ah, that's too easy. Wait. NIGGER is six letters, and there's only space for five. Damn, these crosswords are tricky...

What else were Black Americans called? Jigaboos? Tar babies? Jungle Bunnies? Fuck, none of those are five letters, and they don't begin with an 'N', either...

Damn. It's GOT to be NIGGER. Maybe they made the crossword wrong: there was supposed to be another square but they fucked it up. Nah, it's the New York Times: they don't screw up anything...

Shit. I can't think of another five-letter word for a fucking Negro beginning with an 'N'. I'll have to come back to this one...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/06/im-trying-really-hard-to-understand-how.html

I see the piss and shit in the alleys and the gutters...

Travis Bickle Does a Crossword...

Fourteen Across: another name for a politician. Four letters. Ah, that's easy. SCUM is four letters. The politicians here are fucking scum, letting the streets flow with the refuse of hookers and pimps, as long as they get paid by the right people...

Shit. PIMP is four letters, too. This is gonna be a harder than I thought. Are politicians more SCUM than a PIMP? I'm not even sure how to tell the difference on this one: Pimps are Scum, and politicians are scummy pimps. THEY are the ones that let the hookers walk the streets freely with the fucking diseases between their legs...

So: does Fourteen Down begin with an 'S' or a 'P'? Fourteen Down: What is found downtown, sometimes...

I drive through these downtown streets, I see the piss and shit in the alleys and the gutters... That's it! SHIT! SHIT begins with an 'S'. SHIT and SCUM: it works...!

Wait: PISS works, too. PIMP and PISS. Damn, they make these crosswords hard. I'm gonna have to figure out more letters...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/06/im-trying-really-hard-to-understand-how.html

It takes more than one hooker to make a river...

Travis Bickle Does a Crossword...

Seven Down: a river in New York. I drive these streets, I see the crime and decay and shit in the gutters, I know what's coming. River of BLOOD, that's it. The River of Blood is coming, and they know it, they know it's coming...

Ah Fuck. The answer is six letters. The river of 'Bloody' maybe? Nah, that can't be right. PEOPLE are bloody, the river is BLOOD. I fucking thought that was it, man, I fucking thought BLOOD was it...

River in New York. Hmmm. When I drive around I only see the scum of society floating down the sidewalks, the hookers and the pimps and the guys who'll snatch your wallet and run off like rabbits...

Hookers! That's it! HOOKERS! Wait. That's seven letters. A River of HOOKER, maybe? Nah, that ain't right. It takes more than one hooker to make a river...

What's another word for HOOKERS... yeah, what else do they call whores? Ah, that was too easy! WHORES! And THAT is six letters! The River of Whores, flooding the streets in their short skirts and sunglasses, smelling of desperation and menthol cigarettes. I'm gonna write that in...


I am Laslo.


https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/06/im-trying-really-hard-to-understand-how.html

White Van!

A new short piece from Laslo Films is posted on YouTube...

White Van!

Age Restricted because, well, it's Laslo.

Shafer and Tucker drink beer and discuss the ramifications of a White Van prowling their neighborhood.

A Man-Child with his beloved Pink Cake Donut has a terrifying encounter.

There is a drawing of a Kitty Kat.

I am Laslo.

See? There is far less Hate in what I am saying, and I think my message is stronger for it.

Woke Hate Speech Guy says..

I can admit it now: I realize that a lot of things I have said in the past could be considered Hate Speech. And I realize now that Hate Speech Hurts, and I feel bad about that. I'm still not quite sure why I feel bad, but I guess that is part of becoming more conscious of people's feelings...

In the past I might have said something like "All Jews should die." Then -- of course -- people would get upset and not listen to the nuances of my statement.. So now I say:

"I don't think that ALL Jews should die."

Or:

"There are SOME Jews who shouldn't be killed."

See? There is far less Hate in what I am saying, and I think my message is stronger for it.

I have learned that it is important to be reasonable. People want to be reasonable to a reasonable person, it makes them feel good about themselves. And I figure if you can get people to meet you half-way, then you're half-way there...

Like, I previously might have said:

"All Jews should've died in the ovens."

Now I would more likely say:

"It was inhumane to use the ovens to kill Jews."

See? Less Hate. I even used the word 'inhumane', which is a good thing to say about things that other people find bad.

Where I might have said:

"The Jewish Conspiracy is the biggest problem the World faces," I now say:

"The Jewish Conspiracy is a big problem the World faces,"

I'm still kinda working on that one: I realize my Growth is a work in progress...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/what-snowflakes-get-right-about-free.html

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Gwyneth Paltrow's people have already contacted me about her doing a tasting."

"Well: what do you think?"

"It certainly LOOKS like a delicious pastry, but it smells... funky."

"Oh, that: that's the cat shit."

"What? Why the hell are you putting cat shit in your pastries?"

"It's the New Thing. People love their cats."

"I understand liking cats, but putting their shit into food items…?"

"It's gonna be BIG, I tell you. People in Manhattan are already talking about it."

"But it smells like cat shit."

"Yeah: I'm working on that. I have infused it with olive oil and feta cheese, but the smell still comes right through."

"I'm afraid to ask what it tastes like…"

"Well, between the oils and the cheeses and the dark chocolate you can barely taste the cat shit."

"I'm not sure "barely taste it" is enough…"

"Yeah. It's easier to work with the product of cats that don't eat fish."

"Good to know."

"Actually, it's kind of a plus: I can advertise that the cat shit all comes from vegan cats."

"Does that make the cat shit vegan?"

"I'm not sure about that one. I'll probably need a lawyer to look that over. Vegans are a touchy lot."

"But doesn't cat shit have diseases?"

"Oh, you mean like Toxoplasma? Well, I have the cats dewormed before collecting their feces, but there's always going to be a risk involved in eating cat shit. People can make their own decisions on acceptable risk."

"I just don't see how this takes off…"

"Oh, you'd be surprised. Gwyneth Paltrow's people have already contacted me about her doing a tasting. Once she gives it her approval all the models and stars will jump on…"

"Well, good luck on improving the smell…"

"Yeah. I'm thinking some cinnamon might help: I put it in my Cat Urine drinks and it has been pretty successful…"


I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/i-want-to-call-this-new-yorker-article.html

"Stars will be named in their Honor! I am full of Semen!"

"Sorry, sir, but I can not let you on the bus dressed like that..."

"But I am Cocksauricus!"

"You're what?"

"I am Cocksauricus! I am an ancient Greek God with the Cock of a Dinosaur!"

"Sorry: I can't let you on the bus with that thing you got there in front, buddy."

"But I am Cocksauricus! And this is my Golden Dinosaur Cock! Behold my Scaly Golden Magnificence!"

"That thing isn't magnificent, that thing is a Public Danger..."

"But I must get five stops to the High School! I am Rutting!"

"I can't let that happen, sir. I need you to step away from the bus."

"For ages I, Cocksauricus, have mated with Young Girls in the Spring to produce a bountiful Harvest! Do you wish to bring Famine upon Your People?"

"I don't think you riding my bus is gonna have an effect on Taco Bell, my friend..."

"Swine! My Golden Dinosaur Cock aches for nubile young females!"

"Yeah. You see, that DOESN'T make me want to drive you to the High School, you know..."

"But the Young Girls who satiate my Golden Dinosaur Cock are looked upon in Favor in the Heavens! Stars will be named in their Honor! I am full of Semen!"

"Okay, buddy: do I need to call the Police?"

"No, no: that is not needed. I shall go forth to the maidens on foot."

"You do that. And I'd say to try to keep that thing in your pants, but you're not wearing any pants..."

"Of COURSE I do not wear pants! I am Cocksauricus!"

"Yeah: I got that. Good luck, Greek Dinosaur Cock-Dude..."

"Thank you, good sir. May you and your passengers not perish in the Famine!"

"Ah, I think I'm good: the wife packed me a sandwich, a sprinkled donut and an Orange Nehi..."


I am Laslo.


https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/at-early-garden-cafe.html

Devil: Old School: nice. What would you hang yourself with?

Late Night In a Prison Cell...

Aaron: Leaven me alone!

Devil: Oh, Aaron. You should be used to my visits by now...

Aaron: Fuck you. I was just keeping it Real...

Devil: Oh, I know about keeping it Real. I keep it Real with a LOT of people...

Aaron: Then go fuck with them for awhile.

Devil: But I LIKE hanging out with you, Aaron. It'd be more fun if we were still cruising in your Sweet Ride, but those days are over...

Aaron: No big deal. I'm good with the Thug Life. Shit happens.

Devil: I don't know. Is it me, or does this cell seem smaller? Like the walls are closing in, maybe...

Aaron: Don't start with that shit. I'm fine.

Devil: So: no regrets?

Aaron: Regrets are for fags. I'm cool.

Devil: All that money and nowhere to spend it. That would bother ME. Maybe you're different.

Aaron: I AM different. It's how I roll.

Devil: So I'm wasting my time, being here with you?

Aaron: Yes you are. Go fuck with someone else.

Devil: Sure. Maybe I'll go visit your daughter. We can have a nice chat about her Dad. Share some stories.

Aaron: Leave her out of this, you Fuck!

Devil: Too late. You already ruined her life, not me. Cute girl, too. I'm looking forward to spending time with her. I have a lot of time.

Aaron: Please: just leave...

Devil: So there IS a touch of humanity in you. If I were you, I'd kill myself before it totally went away. Just a suggestion.

Aaron: What do you want me to say? That I fucked up? Sure, okay: I fucked up! I fucked up bad! Is that what you want to hear?

Devil: You know, God may look at that as a confession of sin. Good time to kill yourself, before you fuck things up worse.

Aaron: I don't want to die...

Devil: Sure you do. You think about it all the time. You're just a coward, that's all. I meet a LOT of cowards....

Aaron: I'm no coward. if I wanted to kill myself I'd do it, no problem.

Devil: Then how would you do it, Aaron?

Aaron: I don't know...

Devil: Sure you do, Aaron: sure you do.

Aaron: I'd hang myself, I guess.

Devil: Old School: nice. What would you hang yourself with?

Aaron: Uh... the bedsheet?

Devil: That would do it, Aaron.

Aaron: I'm NOT a coward.

Devil: How about I come back in an hour? We'll see if you are still a coward or not...

Aaron: I'm not a coward.

Devil: No, you're a Big Man. Big Men know what they need to do.

Aaron: Just don't go visit my daughter, okay?

Devil: Don't worry, Aaron: I'll let someone else break the news to her...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/mr-hernandez-was-in-single-cell-in.html

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: Oh yeah? Maybe I WLL leave, and you all will be sorry...

Captain America: Friends, we must rally in the face of this new danger!

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: Yes! We must use ALL of our Powers!

Iron Man: Excuse me?

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: Is said we must use ALL of our Powers! Now!

Thor: OUR Powers?

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: Yes! Why are all of you laughing?

Iron Man: Dude Who Shoots Arrows Dude, what you got ain't much of a Power. You pretty much can just shoot arrows real good.

Thor: With my Hammer I can destroy City Blocks.

Iron Man: See? THAT'S a Power. And I can shoot lasers out of my suit. Power.

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: But sometimes there are situations where a well=placed arrow is needed!

Iron Man: Really? Like I couldn't just blast it with my lasers?

Thor: I could hit it with a throw of my Might Hammer. And my Hammer comes back.

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: So what are you guys saying?

Iron Man: We're saying that we pretty much let you hang around because you have a costume and all...

Hulk: Puny arrows!

Iron Man: But you're a minor character. If you were funnier you'd be comic relief.

Thor: But you are not funny. Iron Man is funny.

Iron Man: Yes. I have Power, and I'm funny. You're kinda... redundant.

Thor: And small.

Hulk: Small is puny!

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: What about Captain America? What Power does HE have?

Iron Man: Well, he kinda represents the American Ideal. He is Good PR.

Captain America: I am the Embodiment of the American Spirt.

Iron Man: Yeah: that. Meanwhile, you -- you shoot.... arrows.

Thor: If you were a Villain I would crush you instantaneously.

Iron Man: Yeah. Pretty Much what Thor said.

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: I don't have to take this from you!

Iron Man: Sure, leave if you want. Maybe you can form a Team of Third-Rate Heroes.

Hulk: Puny heroes!

Iron Man: Maybe get, like, a Postman who can deliver Mail with uncanny accuracy. Something like that.

Hulk: Puny Mailman!

Dude Who Shoots Arrows: Oh yeah? Maybe I WLL leave, and you all will be sorry...

Captain America: Friends, we must rally together, not fight amongst ourselves!

Iron man: Shove it, Captain. With the Dude Who Shoots Arrows leaving you're next up on the Expendable List...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/somehow-word-comes-to-mind-is-nothing.html

He's carrying a six-pack of cheap beer and I ask him "OJ - what are YOU doing here?"

People say to me, Jimmy, don't you ever feel bad for being The Real Killer and letting OJ take all the blame...?

People don't understand what is was like back then in LA. All the Gangs, the Fuck Tha Police Shit, White Women having the sex with the Black Man: it was out of control. It ain't like it is now, when Samuel L. Jackson is all friendly on Credit Card ads: no, your Samuel L. Jackson types were hardcore crackheads that'd hit you over the head with a pipe to grab what's in YOUR wallet...

I was in a Bad Space, Man: I admit it. My wife up and left me for a Black Man that drove a real nice Buick, just because he could, you know? I mean, I pay for her to go through Beauty College and now she's sucking some black guy's cock in Reseda? It HURT...

I mean, why couldn't the Black Brothers just leave the White Girls alone? And then it dawned on me: it was because of White Women like Nicole Simpson giving it away...

So I drive over to Brentwood, but I didn't mean to harm anyone: I just wanted to leave at her door a respectful letter I wrote, a letter explaining to her how HER FUCKING A BLACK MAN RUINED AMERICA. It turns out that she was home, though, and she came out to see who was on her doorstep. Long story short: I ended up almost cutting her head off...

I'm not proud of it: in retrospect I should've just given her the letter and walked away, but as I'm leaving this white dude shows up, and -- great -- now I got to kill HIM, too...

I finally think the worst is over, but as I begin to leave who comes up through the bushes? O.J. Simpson! He's carrying a six-pack of cheap beer and I ask him "OJ - what are YOU doing here?" He's all dressed up like a Ninja, and he kinda stammers and says he was going to sit in front of Nicole's house, drink a few beers, reminisce about the Good Times, then maybe kill her or something. I tell him he's too late, I just saw some Colombian Drug Cartel Dudes kill Nicole. OJ just shook his head: "I KNEW the Colombian Drug Cartel was after her," he said sadly...

We ended up having a few beers. It was funny, watching OJ try to open the cans with those tight gloves he was wearing: I made a comment about it, then OJ just chuckled and said you should see how hard it is for him to find a condom that fits, too. Because Black Men Have Big Cocks. He then said it was always the White Women who seemed to make a fuss about using a condom: he chuckled again and said "Like White Girl's going to get pregnant from me fucking her in the ass...?"

After I finished my beer I told OJ I had to go, and he said he had to leave, too -- he had a plane to catch. His last words he said to me as he was leaving were "you never saw me here, right?" and I said "Sure, OJ, OK..."

Man, this was so long ago it feels like a Different Lifetime. Over the years I have worked out a lot of my personal issues. I still don't like the idea of Black Men Sleeping With White Women, but it ain't worth me getting myself worked up over it. And my wife eventually left the Black Guy in Reseda. I thought we might actually get back together, but then she started fucking a Chinese Guy out in Glendale. Yeah: Chinese. Like I can even begin to understand THAT shit...


I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/at-singletrack-cafe.html

"Over three-hundred dollars for a forty dollar blow-job? This is insane..."

"That was an amazing blow-job, thank you. I really like the part where you ticked my balls."

"I'm a Professional: I take Pride in my work."

"Here's the Forty Dollars we agreed upon..."

"Actually, it is one-hundred-and-twenty-seven dollars..."

"What? I thought we agreed on forty..."

"We did agree on forty. The rest is Government taxes...."

"Eighty-seven dollars of taxes on a forty-dollar blow-job?"

"Well, there's Federal Tax, State Tax, City Tax and assorted fees."

"Shit: I don't have that much money on me..."

"That IS a problem."

"Is your Pimp going to beat me up?"

"They're not called Pimps anymore. They are Tax Collectors."

"Oh man, this is bad..."

"Don't worry. You'll just need to sign an Admission of Tax Non-Compliance and have a week to make up the rest. Plus the Two-hundred dollar Non-Compliance Penalty, of course."

"Over three-hundred dollars for a forty dollar blow-job? This is insane..."

"Write your Congressman, I guess..."

"How about we just say I couldn't get it up, so there was no transaction. And then I let you keep the forty dollars."

"That doesn't work. There is a Three=Hundred Dollar fine for failing to achieve an erection with a prostitute."

"You got to be kidding me."

"Oh yeah: it's also a misdemeanor...

I am Laslo.

I asked one of the Saints why God made some men black: was there some great Purpose?

Martin Luther King Jr in Heaven...

Heaven is nice: it doesn't matter what color you were, because here in Heaven we're all White. I have to admit: that bothered me a bit at first, but then I figured who am I to argue with God...?

Still: what a kick it would've been if God was a Brother: imagine all the White Folks getting up to Heaven and going "Awwwww Shit...."

I watch what happens down on Earth from time to time, but only for brief moments: man, it is depressing down there. People say my words, then do the damn opposite with their actions. Jesus, he tells me it happens to Him all the time, so I feel a little better: I tell you, that Jesus is one patient White Dude...

Know what IS a surprise up Here? I hang out a lot with James Earl Ray: who woulda thought? At least James took my words seriously enough to shoot me, you know? Everyone else, they just acted like I wrote fucking Hallmark cards or something...

James, he has cleaned up his act a lot up Here: he only says 'nigger' now when he is telling 'nigger' jokes. Now that I'm not black no more I have to say: some of them ARE pretty funny...

I asked one of the Saints why God made some men black: was there some great Purpose? Turns out God wanted to Create the Blues, and there was no way some White Man was going to pull THAT off...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/nicholas-kristof-uses-phrase-free-at.html

Eventually they will give up and move on: chalk another one up for The King of Inertia...

Gilbert Frank, Passive-Aggressive Government Bureaucrat...

There was a new memorandum emailed to us today, outlining a change in one of our policies. So I did what I always do: I sent an email reply asking for further clarification. It will take weeks before i get a response, and when I DO get a response? You got it: I email back that I need further clarification on the clarification. I can do this for months, even years. Eventually they will give up and move on: chalk another one up for The King of Inertia...

Sometimes, though, I like to shake it up a bit, just to keep things fresh. In these cases I will purposely misunderstand the memorandum, and then send out one email after another misdirecting my fellow employees. You send enough emails, no one can keep up: the People Above respond to the first one, but that was now already six emails ago: I don't have time to look back, there are more emails to send...

For fun, I will occasionally omit people on a Reply on an email chain. Then, a few emails later, I will add them back on. Now they are confused, and the email chain devolves into people trying to figure out what is going on...

A variation on this is to 'cc' someone who has nothing to do with the subject. Now that person gets involved, and sidetracks the entire conversation, trying to figure out why they are now included. I always 'cc' the nervous types: they panic, thinking they are being set up for failure, and -- you got it -- they then send a LOT of emails....

It's funny, watching the nervous ones who fear failure. They haven't learned that there is no such thing as Failure for a Government Employee. You simply say I must have missed that memorandum and today is a New Day...

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/thats-just-somebody-in-blm-sabotaging.html

"I'd cut off her panties with those little children's scissors. You remember the ones?"

Sorry for the lack of posting. Brutal ongoing health issue, and yesterday lost a good friend: died in his sleep, age forty. Great guy, a Native American Gentle Giant. Sorely missed doesn't even begin to begin.

When I did the premiere of 'Uncle Bennie Is Coming Home From Prison' in February he ended up with the Blue-Ray from the theater (fitting: he used to work as a theatre projectionist). And he kept it. And watched it at home, over and over; it is still in his player. R.I.P. Morris....

Uncle Bennie Is Coming Home From Prison Limited Run Private Show. So: thinking of Morris, here it is. 

It is entered in several 'fun' Film Festivals -- hoping for the 'future Cult Classic vote -- but many of those decisions are not made until October. Don't feel like waiting that long for a Sneak Peak.

So: Independent Film. This is TRULY an Independent Film. No crew, no time, no budget (except for about $600 in props and bar tabs). Not what gets called an 'Independent Film' now, where you have half-a-million dollars from a Studio or Producer that wants a 'small film'. Closer in spirit to Seventies John Waters: just point the only camera and do it...

Flawed? Hell yeah. All kinds of decisions based on the limitations. But the important question to me is: Is It Funny?

I was very lucky to have talented friends who sacrificed their Time and Effort to make this happen. But: rather than just drink and talk about it, WE DID IT...

Is it 'obscene'? It depends. Explicit dialog, surely. But there is no nudity, and -- more Important -- there is no Meanness. So many films have the stock character you're meant to dislike, who serves to prevent the Protagonist from getting success: the standard device of the Romantic Comedy, basically. I find that trope artificial and boring, so I simply did away with it. Just follow the characters: the only things tripping themselves up is themselves...

For those who are not interested in seeing it, here are a few lines people will soon be quoting in everyday situations, just so you are in the loop:

"I'd cut off her panties with those little children's scissors. You remember the ones?"

"Yeah, I thought she was in there a long time. I just thought she had a bad case of the shits. It happens to women, too, you know."

"Does baby like the bubbles?"

"I already thought of that. That's why I shave my junk." 

"He wears the brim low to disguise the beady rapist eyes."

"I got a fucking swastika tattoo on my shoulder!"

"You want to hot-wire a car tonight, Uncle Bennie? We could shoplift beer and candy from the Seven-Eleven just like old times, then drive around and look at girls."

"You 'dry' boys NEVER get it!"

"Daddy loves the peanut butter..."

"Two limes, bro!"

"Sometimes I think we are kinda gay, we just don't sleep with each other. And we like to have sex with women. Rather than sucking men's cocks."

"I don't know: it smells a little funky to me."

"Because chicks dig candles and shit."

"Prison Sex. I want good hard Prison Sex."

Stuff like that. If that scares you off, then it is probably good to be scared off. Otherwise: that's what you're getting into...

I am Laslo.

"Where I come from they sell you to tourists as Ladyboy for the butt-sex..."

"Welcome to our first session of "Transgender Immigrants in America." Being new to this country, I need to make you aware of the prejudice and hardships your gender status may cause you to face..."

"Hardships?"

"Yes: many people will look at you funny, to begin..."

"That is hardship?'

"It gets worse: a lot of people will even question which bathroom you can use..."

"Bathrooms in America -- they is indoors, right?"

"Ahhh... yes"

"With the running water and the toilet paper...?"

"Yes, bathrooms here are usually supplied with toilet paper..."

"What is this hardship? In my home country we shit outdoors and use our hands to complete the poopy business. It be good to shit indoors. With the toilet paper."

"Yes, America has many luxuries, but these do not negate the negative experiences many of you will suffer because of your transgender identity..."

"In my homeland they drop wall on you if you man who thinks you woman. Do they drop wall on you in America...?"

"No, it is more subtle than that -- subtle yet pervasive..."

"In MY home country they put burning rubber tire around you."

"Where I come from they sell you to tourists as Ladyboy for the butt-sex..."

"Where I came from they put big tree stick in my rectum. It hurt."

"Class, many Americans here WISH they could do such things, if only the Law didn't prevent them..."

"The Law here protect the Ladyboys? That is good law..."

"Yes: in my homeland the Law say they drop wall on you..."

"In MY home country the Law say we have no rights, so they put burning tires around us..."

"Where I came from the Law put big tree stick in my rectum. It hurt."

"Class, I understand you have experience hardships in your native lands. I just want to make sure you understand that America can be a cruel place, too...."

"Cruel, but with toilet paper...?"

"Yes..."

"I LIKE the American Cruelty..."

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2017/04/when-i-started-i-was-thinking-of-how.html