Tommy Wiseau wants to make a movie about slavery

[bob]

Fusion had an in depth conversation with Wiseau, which highlighted the writer/director's hope of winning an Emmy out of his new sitcom. Apparently, though he didn't say it in as many words, an Oscar might be on his mind too, as he not only wishes he could play Abraham Lincoln in a future movie role, but he also wants to make a full film about slavery. The extent of his plans so far are as follows:

 I want to actually do a movie about slavery, in New Orleans. To go back to the history and present the way it was.

http://www.cinemablend.com/new/Room-Tommy-Wiseau-Wants-Make-Movie-About-Slavery-71740.html

[RCMerchant]

Jebus-that will put race relations back a hundred years.

[Bushma]

Crowd funding?  How can we make this happen?

[zombie no.one]

..anyway, how is your sex-slave life?

[bob]

I did not do it, I did not fire on Fort Sumter.. I DID NAAAHHHT, Oh Hai Stonewall.

[ChaosTheory]

“The more I read, the more I was led to abhor and detest my enslavers. I could regard them in no other light than a band of successful robbers, who had left their homes, and gone to Africa, and stolen us from our homes, and in a strange land reduced us to slavery. I loathed them as being the meanest as well as the most wicked of men. As I read and contemplated the subject, behold! that very discontentment which Master Hugh had predicted would follow my learning to read had already come, to torment and sting my soul to unutterable anguish. As I writhed under it, I would at times feel that learning to read had been a curse rather than a blessing. It had given me a view of my wretched condition, without the remedy. it opened my eyes to the horrible pit, but to no ladder upon which to get out. in moments of agony, I envied my fellow-slaves for their stupidity. I have often wished myself a beast. I preferred the condition of the meanest reptile to my own. Any thing, no matter what, to get rid of thinking! It was this everlasting thinking of my condition that tormented me. There was no getting rid of it. It was pressed upon me by every object within sight or hearing, animate or inanimate. The silver trump of freedom had roused my soul to eternal wakefulness. Freedom now appeared, to disappear no more forever. It was heard in every sound and seen in every thing. It was ever present to torment me with a sense of my wretched condition. I saw nothing without seeing it, I heard nothing without hearing it, and felt nothing without feeling it. It looked from every star, it smiled in every calm, breathed in every wind, and moved in every storm.”


"Hahaha, what a story, Frederick Douglass."

[bob]

Yer all just Yankee chickens Cheep Cheep Cheep Cheep.

[Torgo]

[bob]

Everybody betray me! I fed up with this plantation!

[JoeTheDestroyer]

You're tearing me apart, abolitionists!

[bob]

That son of a b***h general told me I'd get my promotion in three months. I do not think I will ever get it. I save them bundles in bullets and wool uni-forhms; and I don't think I will ever get it. They betray me. Everyone betray me. They did naht keep their promise. They tricked me. And I don't care about this army anymohr.

[Trevor]

That son of a b***h general told me I'd get my promotion in three months. I do not think I will ever get it. I save them bundles in bullets and wool uni-forhms; and I don't think I will ever get it. They betray me. Everyone betray me. They did naht keep their promise. They tricked me. And I don't care about this army anymohr.

 

[Trevor]

What always makes me  about that scene is how damn unimpressed that dog looks. 

[bob]

Where'd you get the tobacco Denny?!