Blazing Saddles if "socialist" was the the "N-word"

When it was reported last week that MSNBC's Carlos Watson start(ed) to wonder if socialist is the new N-Word, I was at a loss for words. Until today.

I read some tweets by Peter Schmugge directly addressed that. I told him I was stealing it.

With that said, I'm updating an old post.

Here is Blazing Saddles if "socialist" was the the "N-word"...
"He rode a Blazing Saddle, He wore a shining star, His job to offer battle ..."


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"C'mon boys. The way you's lollygaggin' 'round here with them picks and them shovels ... you'd think it was a hunnert and twenny degrees..."


"Cain't be more'n a hunnert 'n fourteen!"


"Ohhh!"


"Dock that C***k a day's pay for nappin' on the job."


"How come I don't hear no singin'? When you wuz slaves ... you sung like birds..."


"How 'bout a good ol' socialist work song."


"I get no kick from champagne. Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. So tell me why should it be true, that I get a belt out of you? Some get their kicks from cocaine..."


"Hold it! Hold it! What the hell is that shi*?! I meant a song. A real song. Like ... Swing Low, Sweet Chaaaaaaarioooooottttttt...."


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"What in the Wide, Wide World of Sports is a-goin' on here?! I hired you people to try to get a little track laid, not to jump around like a bunch of Kansas City f*****s."


"Sorry Mr. Taggert. I -- I guess we kinda got caught up."


"Listen dummy. The surveyors say they may 've run into some quicksand up ahead. Better check it out."


"Okay. I'll send down a team of horses t' check out th' ground."


"Horses! Why we cain't afford to lose no horses you dummy!"


"Send over a couple of socialists."

"Okay, Mr. Taggert."


"You. And you."


"Sir? Sir, he, uh, specifically requested two socialists. Well, to tell a family secret: my grandmother was a Dutch."


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"Send a wire to the main office and tell them that I said -- OW!"


"Send wire, main office, tell them I said 'ow.' Gotcha!"


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"OW!"

"Why Taggert! You've been hurt!"


"Oh, that uppity socialist went and hit me on the head with a shovel."


"I'd sure appreciate it sir if you could find it in your heart to hang him up by his neck until he was dead."


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"As per your instructions, I'd like you to meet the new sheriff of Rock Ridge."

"I'd be delight... WOW! I gotta talk to you, c'mere!"


"Have you gone berserk? Can't you see that that man is an socia..."


"Ha-ha-ha-ha. Wrong person. Forgive me. No offense intended. Ha-ha-ha."


"Have you gone berserk? Can't you see that that man is an socia?"


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"The sheriff's comin'!"


"Ring out the church bells!"

"Strike up the band."


*CLANG!*


*CLANG!*


"Hey! The sheriff is a so..." *CLANG!* "...st!"


"What'd he say?"


"The sheriff is so close."


"No, Gol-blame it dang blammit. The sheriff is a so..." *CLANG!* "...st!"


"Hooray!"


"Hooray! Hooray! Hoo--"


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"As chairman of the welcoming committee, it is my privilege to extend a laurel ... and hearty handshake to our new..."


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"... socialist."


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"Gentlemen, gentlemen! Let us not allow anger to rule the day! As your spiritual leader, I implore you to pay heed to this Good Book and what it has to say!"


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"Son, you're on your own."


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"Hold it!"


"The next man makes a move the socialist gets it."


"Hold it, men. He's not bluffing."


"Listen to him men! He's just crazy enough to do it."


"Drop it, or I swear I'll blow this socialist's head all over this town."


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Oh, yeah. Makes perfect sense, Mr. Watson. You've convinced me.