Decked out in his robes, Frustrated Inc., and WNWA World Champion, theLiberal Librarian stands and addresses his henchmen.
[Lib:] Hillary screwed my ass dude, but as they say, brother, life goes on. A man becomes preeminent, he's expected to have enthusiasms. Enthusiasms...Enthusiasms...What are mine?What draws my admiration? What is that which gives me joy?
[Da Crunk]: Hos?
[Rev. Curtis]: Likka?
[Lib]: Baseball! A man stands alone at the plate, jack! This is the time for what? Brother, What?For individual achievement. There he stands alone, dude. But in the field, what? Part of a team, you fucking idiots. Teamwork. Looks, throws, catches, hustles. Part of one big fuckin' team, dude. Bats himself the live-long day, Barry Bonds, Ramirez Cesar Chavez, and so on. If his team don't field...what is he? You follow me? He's no one, just a conservative Republican asshole, brother. Sunny day, the stands are full of fans. What does he have to say? I'm goin' out there for myself, jack.But... I get nowhere unless the team wins. So you assholes better take care of Capt. Redneck and his cronies at UnCivil War, brothers!!! Whatcha gonna do...?
[Joanie Saulright]: Team. Team.
[The Lib begins to bludgeon Joanie with the bat. Everyone around looks nervous. Kelly Millis soils himself and Fanuci sits in a brown puddle. The Turd looks aroused.]
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