Монолог Монти (исполнитель: 25-й час)

Well, [bad word] you, too. [bad word] me, [bad word] you, [bad word] this whole city and everyone in it. [bad word] the panhandlers, [bad word] for money, and smiling at me behind my back. [bad word] the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a [bad word] job! [bad word] the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in [bad word] training. SLOW THE [bad word] DOWN! [bad word] the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their [bad word] on my Channel 35. [bad word] the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced [bad word] and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? [bad word] [bad word] in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you [bad word] came from! [bad word] the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their [bad word]  Selling South African apartheid diamonds! [bad word] the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother [bad word]  figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron [bad word] to jail for [bad word] LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that [bad word]  Give me a [bad word] break! Tyco! [bad word]  [bad word] the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst [bad word]  parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. [bad word] the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. [bad word] the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! [bad word] the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the [bad word] on! [bad word] the [bad word] cops with their [bad word] violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our [bad word]  [bad word] the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. [bad word] the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, [bad word] JC! He got off easy! day on the cross, a weekend in [bad word]  and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in [bad word]  Otisville, J! [bad word] Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward [bad word]  cave-dwelling, fundamentalist [bad word] everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in [bad word]  You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish [bad word]  [bad word] Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. [bad word] Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's [bad word]  [bad word] Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my [bad word] and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, [bad word] [bad word]  [bad word] my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. [bad word] this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake [bad word] it, let the fires rage, let it burn to [bad word] ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.
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