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Imagine being a genuinely smart kid, giving up a lot of social events from your childhood because when the teacher asked what you wanted to be and you said astronaut you meant that shit. Stressing your mind as you study college level math and physics in junior high, missing parties because you had to study that weekend to ace the exams that would let you get into MIT, the missed keggers and socials when you're in university busting your ass to make the rigorous NASA exams. You finally get in after sacrificing so much, and you walk into that meeting room and you immediately see a bunch of black women, fat with their ugly clothes and and frizzy haired with 5 inch fingernails, couple already fighting and yanking on each others hair with their tight dresses rolled up over their fat exposing their disgusting bodies. One of the few non-black people in the room pulls you closer, whispers in your ear "It's not a prank-they're here for training too." and before you can even ask how the other guy behind is mouthing 'DIVERSITY HIRE'.
I personally can't wait to watch the first rocket full of pushed through fat sheboons to launch and immediately careen into the control tower.
