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Happy MLK Whats Up Day
Monday, January 21st, 2008As some of you may know, I haven’t been online a lot recently because I’m currently on the road with fellow comedian John Mulaney. We’re performing at a bunch of Midwestern colleges; places like St. Joseph’s College in beautiful downtown Rensselaer, Indiana (funny aside: didja know “Rensselaer” is the German word for “methlab?”). But I have to admit, The Road is fucking hard, you guys. It’s seriously so cold outside. Like, it hasn’t gotten above single digits. Plus, everything is covered in ash and all we have to eat is canned peaches. John has done a great job this trip keeping my spirits up while he struggles to push our grocery cart through the muck towards the sea, but sometimes in the mornings I hear him coughing up blood, and it makes me scared. I can’t face these cannibals by myself.
JK! It’s been a lot fun. For me, the highlight of the trip thus far was two nights ago, when we walked into North Central College’s Student Activities Center in Napersville, Illinois. The doors of the facility were decorated with drawings celebrating Martin Luther King Jr’s “I Have A Dream” speech. Adorably racist drawings. It said they were made by third graders asked to summarize MLK’s famous “I Have a Dream” speech, but a part of me thinks that maybe they were actually done by the students of NCC. We’ll never know for sure. No matter what, Dr. King’s dream will live on through these pictures, dissolving in and out as my computer’s screen saver until the end of time.
What’s up, indeed.
Well, no one likes sitting in the back of a roller coaster.
His real dream is white superman? What? Was he having a nightmare?
I don’t think he saw the world in terms of olives OR anchovies. I think MLK saw the world as one big, delicious supreme pizza.
Kids draw the darndest things. (Darndest means insensitive, right? For reals though, how the fuck did those pictures make it out of a classroom? Who is teaching American History to these little monsters, and is like “Olives or Anchovies? That’s an interesting interpretation, Bobby. Very good! I’m sending that one over to the college.” A Nazi-lady, that’s who.)
PS: If you’re in New York, you should go to this tonight. It’s our one-year anniversary.
I hate getting spam. It goes straight to my Fat Black Pussy.
Monday, January 14th, 2008As many of you (my fans) might imagine, having and maintaining an important and popular weblog such as joemande.com can sometimes feel like a full time job. Every morning, before I watch TV and read the Drudge Report for inspiration, I have to log on to my website and sift through literally thousands of reader comments. I do this despite the fact I could totally get a robot do it for me. Easily. But I don’t; I insist on doing it myself. I believe the major reason I emerged as a true comedic force in New York City in 2007 was because my fans (who are the BEST, by the way) were able to sense my influence, and personally connect with me as a genius, as they read and responded to my website.
Sadly, I’ve come to suspect that many of my “readers” are frauds. Phonies. A bunch of fake-ass posers. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little devastated by this realization.
You may have to look closely, but see if you can tell what’s wrong with the comments I got this morning:

That’s right. Not only are they needlessly repetitive, but they also all have the same IP Address! Can you believe that? Here I am thinking I’m making this personal connection with a slew of new fans–people like Black Pussy Black Lesbian Porn Fat Black Pussy and Anal Sex Anal Bleaching Black Anal–only to discover that they’re all probably written by the same person. A very fat lesbian with a beautifully bleached black ass.
I’m worried that a few of my more dedicated commenters–people like: Big Asian Lactating Tit Boobs, super bowl party decorations, Granny MILF Mom and Son Sex, Impressive grease broadway tickets, and Gay Horse Fuck, might all be pretenders as well. I pray that my worries are eventually proven to be in vain, but let’s just say I’m not optimistic.
Sometimes I wish all of my fans could act like antonio banderas biography? Talk about a classy commenter.

Textbook form: short, positive, complimentary. You can really tell that that book loves reading my blog, not to mention enjoyes hit films.
Hillary KKKlinton
Wednesday, January 9th, 2008Proving racism still exists in America, New Hampshire voters made Hillary Clinton the surprise winner of last night’s primary, over Barack the Black Abe Lincoln. Pollsters and pundits had assumed all day long that Obama would carry the state because of the record turnout. But, it turns out the turnout preferred the more experienced Democratic candidate, who campaigns on a promise to use her barfy witch face to bring about certain doom and damnation upon the entire world.
Sorry, was “barfy witch face” too harsh? Explain this, then:
If she’s really the candidate of change, maybe she should change her FAAAACE!

Seriously though, I wonder if New Hampshirers were told they were voting in a Presidential EEEEEK-lection.

Whatever. I suppose it is exciting to see democracy in action, not matter what the results may be. At least the young Clinton supporters seem like an intelligent and caring bunch. It’s not like they’re the type of people who would emphatically cheer for poor Americans trying, and failing, to go to college and failing to achieve their dreams.
A vote for Clinton is a vote for PLIPPS.
Jet needs its eyes checked
Wednesday, December 12th, 2007…because Connie Chung looks terrible!!!

Henceforth I shall refuse any form of hangin’ with Mr. Copper.
Monday, December 10th, 2007Did you guys see 60 Minutes last night? Jeez Louise! Who knew Anderson Cooper was such a racist?
Eeeek. What a creep. More like Anderson KKKooper! Ammiright???
Next time I see Martin Luther King speak at The Learning Annex, I want to smoke three blunts with him. Just three.
Thursday, December 6th, 2007For the past few months, I’ve been getting free issues of Complex Magazine in the mail. I have no idea why or how they started showing up, but I know for a fact I’m not paying for them. So weird. The first time it came, I actually tried reading it while I was on the toilet. But I had to stop because it made me so stupid I forgot how to poop. Since then, I’ve promptly thrown the magazine in the garbage as soon as I took it out of my mailbox. The end.
…or is it?
When I got the December/January issue yesterday, something about the cover story intrigued me…

Hmmm…let’s see…is Lil’ Wayne crazy? I don’t know. But, considering your pull quote is “I’m a Martian, and if you understand me then you’re Jesus Christ,” I’m going to go ahead and say YES. Yes, Lil Wayne is crazy.
Want more proof? Read the following quotes from Lil’ Wayne’s retarded extensive interview with Complex Magazine (note: they’re unbelievable):
You can’t secure the borders…of my heart.
Thursday, December 6th, 2007I know I keep changing my mind, but I really think I mean it this time. I’ve decided I’m voting for Tom Tancredo (R-CO) for President of the United States. Why? Because he is strong on the issues I care about.
Uhm…more like: Tancredope.as.fuck. Am I right? What a beast.
He should seriously start calling himself “The Perfect Storm” Tancredo. Dude is the ideal candidate. Not only is he drop dead gorge, but also intimidatingly intelligent. He seems to know exactly what real Americans worry about. I mean, look at the latest authentic news poll I found:

PS: (R-CO) = (Retarded-Cookoo)
Honestly, couldn’t they have just combined these into one movie?
Monday, December 3rd, 2007Or at least made one of them about Kwanzaa?
Bad Dog!
Thursday, November 1st, 2007If there’s one thing I hate, it’s racism.
However, if there’s one thing I love, it’s meta-racism.
If you haven’t heard it yet, this is the phone call that’s gotten Dog the Bounty Hunter kicked of his hit television show, Dog the Bounty Hunter. To be honest, the phone call is more psychic than it is racist. And it’s sooo racist.
(Warning: the audio is NSFW. Unless you work at the Ku Klux Klan.)
Priceless. Also, EEK2.
That shit is like a Mr. Show sketch. (Peace be upon it.) It’s the “Pre-Taped Call In Show” of racist celebrity meltdowns.








