Slick "Stick"

Slick was "discovered" and notarized in notoriety when he was 12-years-old and arrested for shooting dice with men and women in an alley next to a poolhall in New York City.  Adulthood crowned him convincing several free-wheeling white entrepreneurs to squeeze out a crunch of movies about "po' blacks in slavery" that ended in the United States over a hundred years before he and any other blacks and whites in the United States were born.  Enough with the slavery-bit of over a century ago.  It's these ignorant, violent punks in the streets and schools of this 21st century who need to be focused on.

"Hell, Slick, with this Stick you're offering, we won't have to work another day in our life," the entrepreneurs had said.
"Yeah, and we know that some empty-headed nuts are gonna leave the movies wanting to tear up something and blame whites for all our faults, but that'll bring in more meek, weak, bleeding-hearts with more money to calm down the nuts -- who'll just act worse to get more money coming their way," Slick had replied.  He knew that bleeding-heart whites felt some strange slavery-"guilt" that they had excavated from even God didn't know where.  So they poured thousands of dollars into the entrepreneurs' and Slick's guiltburn (super heartburn), heartbreak-hotel, sucker-punch, mopish movies to atone for that strange slavery-guilt about dead slaves who in their over-a-hundred-year restfull dead-sleep neither knew nor cared about some strange slavery-"guilt" or anything else.  And Slick and the entrepreneurs, dressed in thousand-dollar suits, giving $100 dollar tips, cruised about New York City in chauffered limousines, laughing.