A ventriloquist is touring the clubs and stops to entertain in a small town.
He's going through his usual run of off-color "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! What makes you
think you can stereotype women that way?
What connection can a person's hair color possibly have with their fundamental
worth as a human being?
It is morons like you that prevent women like myself from getting respect at work
and in our communities, and from reaching our full potential, because you and
your anachronistic kind continue perpetuating negative images, not only
against 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 civilized country, but deeply offensive to
people with modern sensibilities and basic respect for their fellow citizens.
Flustered, the ventriloquist begins to apologize, when the blonde yells:
"You stay out of this, Mister! I'm talking to that little bastard on your knee."