A ventriloquist is touring the clubs and stops to entertain in a  small
town. He's going through his usual run of off-colour and  "dumb blonde"
jokes, when a well-presented blonde woman in the  fourth row stands on her
chair and shouts:
	
"I've heard just about enough of your stupid blonde jokes,  DICKHEAD! What
makes you think that you can stereotype women that  way? What connection
can a person's hair colour possibly have  with their fundamental worth as a
human being? 

It is morons like you that prevent women like myself from being  respected
at work and in our communities and from reaching our  full potential,
because you and you anachronistic kind continue  to perpetuate negative
images against not only blondes, but  women in general, for the sake of
cheap laughs. 

 You are a pathetic relic of the past and what you do is not only 
contrary to  discrimination laws in every civilised country, it is  deeply
offensive to people with modern sensibilities and basic  respect for their
fellow citizens. You should hang your head in  shame, you pusillanimous
little maggot."
	
 Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to apologise, when the blonde  yells:
	
 "You stay out of this Mister! I'm talking to the little bastard  on your
knee!"

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