I'm plotting to kill Sasha Baron

Every magazine cover I see with that fucking Borat, with his '70s porn stache, and his stupid thumbs-up & shit-eater grin, it's like, "The Manchurian Candidate," man, I'm all about wanting to kill some motherfuckers. The plus side is, the schtick is a one-trick pony, so if I can ride out the next, say, month or so, I might be in the clear, and no one will have to die.

(Now, there, I've typed all that, now watch me get reported to the authorities by some asshole unable to recognize sarcasm/satire/parody when they see it. I'll be getting in touch with one of you using my one phone call from jail. Maybe if I tell them I'm mentally ill ...)