Some of you connoisseurs of great British comedy may remember a show called Goodness Gracious Me, which used to air on the Bolshevik Broadcasting Corporation’s radio and eventually television stations from 1996 to 2001 – about two years on the radio and another two on TV.

It was, in a word, hilarious.

If you’ve never seen it, consider the following basic premise:

A bunch of British Indians – what Indian Indians refer to as “coconuts” because they’re brown on the outside and white on the inside, and that by the way is not a term of endearment – create a long-running series of comedy sketches that involve making fun of Indians and Brits alike, using terms and slang and situations that would appear extraordinarily racist to modern Millennial sensibilities.

You see where I’m going with this. The show is very, very funny – precisely because it is so good at making fun of Indians.

Just take a look at the following episode, in which the authors poke fun at: Indian police, Indian “Christians”, Indian mothers, the TeleTubbies, and God only knows what other sacred cows which immediately get turned into cheeseburgers.

It pretty much goes without saying that if you showed this to any modern Millennial, xis head would immediately explode from all of the Badthink to which zhe is exposed.

Which means, of course, that you are bound by duty, honour, and God’s Own Truth to spread this around to the Faceborg/Twatter/Instaham pages of as many wimpish Millennial asshats as possible.

Well, then, get to work, my fellow shitlords. You cannot bathe in liberal tears and drink wine from the skulls of slain SJWs without actually working for it, after all.