POLES ARE NOT (very) STUPID (Not at all. Oh no.)

One of the corniest tricks is the old "spike in the paper bag" gimmick.

Leave it to a POLISH magician to fuck it up.

The only surprise is that this was printed at all.

In these "PC" times, we're not allowed to mention anything stereotypical about people. A cheap Jew playing Wall Street games shouldn't be photographed in his yarmulke. A 300 pound black homeless bastard flinging shit at white people can't be called "simian," and most certainly, Muslim terrorists can't ever be from "Radical Islam" or be called "religious fanatics."

And stupid Poles? I'm sure a LOT of newspaper websites passed on this, fearing that their violent, bullet-headed Polish readers (they can read?) would get on the phone and start screaming: "Not every Polish person is stupid! Hello? Is this the time? Can someone tell me the time? I can't read my sun dial, it's night time."

I tend to favor the notion that people can be shamed into assimilation, the same way they were in the 1920's and 1940's and even later. Show blacks, Jews or Italians or Irish or ANYONE in a stereotypical way, and the logical thing they'll do is to be the OPPOSITE of the caricature.

But today it's easier to either not run the "offensive" article about the black gorilla flinging his poo, or the Polish moron who can't do a magic trick, or to make sure to "monitor all comments" and not let anyone tell-a-laugh.

So we STILL have fat Mexicans with gold teeth, grinning Jamaicans and Scots babbling in accents so thick they need subtitles, and Poles unable to master Magician Cliche Tricks 101.

Speaking of bad tricks, this year the blog has offered no screen caps or derision about Britain's Got Talent 2016. Why? It was TOO fucking boring to bother complaining about.

Walliams was constantly doing his "I'm a faggot" routine and running over to Simon and holding his hand, the two twats were being twats, and the acts were all I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE garbage. I fast-forwarded the Japanese idiots in silver paint pretending to be robots, the tearfully wonderful ugly people singing nicely, and the endearingly off key older gentlemen getting indulgently put through to the next round despite inept dancing and jokes. I zipped past the niggas doing their stupid street "dancing," and the mimics getting roars for impersonating people I never heard of. It all SUCKED. There was NOBODY to care about. And Walliams didn't get called on stage to damage himself in a trick gone wrong. Or blowing a drag queen and acting like a trick gone wrong.