Great Aristocrats-like joke...
Talent agent Michael Shwartz is drinking his morning coffee in his office and reading the headlines in Variety. Suddenly a middle aged man walks in and asks for a moment of his time. Without putting down the paper the agent says "Sure, Sure kid tell me what you got."
Encourgaed the stranger stands tall:
"So me and my best friends we got this act and I think it would be perfect for you."
The agent, his face still hidden behind Variety gestures for the man to continue.
"Okay so first me and my friends, my dad, and my brothers we all go on stage. And we get a bunch of black guys, not smart rich black guys but you dumb ones that you see in cities, you know the ones that drink 40's. And we beat them up, take their money and shit on em. I mean we shit on them really good all over until they looks like Al Jolson in blackface. Then we give them guns and let them shoot the fuck out of eachother. Once that's done. We get a bunch of women on stage we make them scrub up the shit and blood the blacks left behind and then once their done with that, we shit on them and make them go fix us a snack."
At this point the man stopps talking, a hugh grin on his face, looking intently for a response in the direction of the agent who is still hidden behind his paper. There's an uncomfortable silence.
The man continues, "So once the women are gone we get a bunch of homosexuals and dykes and we shit all over them, and I mean LOADS of shit on those fags, and then we tell them they're gonna burn in hell and then we make them sing "I will survive" and Melissa Ethridge songs to the audience and then we applaud because-quite frankly those queers can sing-and kick them off the stage. THEN we take a bunch of MUSLIMS make them pray to Mecca shit and piss all over THEM, and interrogate them for hours without food, water or access to a lawyer. Finally we find the people in the audience who didn't like our act shove the rags the women used to clean our watery shit down their throats, duct tape their mouths closed and kick them in the side over and over again until they pass out. And then as an encoure we get a bunch of the cutest little kids on stage break their legs and pay off a bunch of doctors not to treat these kids with bones and shit coming out of their legs. Then we all bow."
The agent visibly shaken puts down his newspaper to get a good look at the sicko who had casually walked into his office and made such an unconscionable proposal. The agent was faced with a short man who bore distinctly simian features, cowboy boots, and a denim shirt.
Dumbfounded about what to say the agent could only ask "What do you call yourselves?"
The man replied with a smirk "The Bush Administration. Where do you sign me up Shwartz? You need a nick name can I you Jew-ie?"