I just wanted to say that it really irritates me when South Park would say that red hair people don’t have souls. Okay, because, we do, we do have souls, alright, and lately I’ve been called a Ginger, a fat Ginger! By everybody at school. And it really hurts my feelings.
GINGERS HAVE SOULS! I go to church! I’m a Christian! You don’t know me! You are not God! WhoOoOo~o whoOOo~~~ You’re not God! You don’t know who has a soul and who doesn’t, alright! I’m a Christian so if you think I don’t have a soul, you tell me, otherwise fu%% you, bitc#es you ~ for real, I’m getting sick and tired of everyone making fun of red haired people. Ha, ha, ha, he’s a Ginger! Ha-Ha He’s a Ginger! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha really that’s funny, ya. Ha, ha, okay, ha, ha. Ha, ha, I’m being called a Ginger every single day at school. Everyday of my life.
I’ve contemplated suicide all sorts of things. It pisses me off – Ginger people do have souls! Alright! I’m red hair! I have red hair. I got red hair! I’m proud of it, alright. I consider Ginger a very slanderous word, demeaning word, and I’m tired of it, tired of it. You know everyone else gets respect, I mean, blind people, white people, Mexicans everyone, Gingers, why, why do Gingers have to be put down so much like really, what’s so different about us, besides our hair color? Huh? Really, what is so friggin different tell me? God! Cause I don’t really see much of a difference, okay, I’m red head – I’m red headed and I’m proud of it. Alright! Everyone else I’m sorry, I don’t mean to insult you! But you know, I mean, I’m proud of me. I’m proud of myself, you know, I’m proud I got freckles, you know, its how I am, God made me that way, and I have a soul, so ya, don’t friggin be like that, okay! I have a soul, Ginger and proud of it.