Imagine for a moment that I went on stage in a comedy club and said: ‘There’s still two rules in the f****** Morgan family: Don’t marry somebody black and don’t park in front of our house.’
Then imagine that a black female member of the audience sitting in the front took exception to my horribly racist remark, stood up and flipped me her middle finger.
Then imagine me turning on that black woman and sneering: ‘Sit your f****** a** down. I’m talking, b****. You paid to see a show, sit your a** down. [If] you can’t take a joke, you’re at the wrong motherf****** place. You got two choices…sit your f****** a** down or get the f*** out of here.’
Then imagine me continuing to rant ‘I’m going to make that choice for you – get the f*** out of here. Bye. Bye. Bye’, at which point the black woman and her friends get up and leave the venue.
Then imagine me, two days later, doubling down on the incident when it provoked public uproar and tweeting: ‘You have 2 choices, have a good day or get the f*** out.’