Damn, I’d never heard the Aladdin thing before. I really didn’t believe that I could think less of this clown, but there you go. Making fun of a little kid at a music recital. There’s just no evil too petty for these people to indulge in.

We’re called Proud Boys because I went to one of my kids’ music recitals and some ponce got up there and while everyone’s playing the piano and the violin and doing stuff they tried, he gets up and he goes, “Proud of your boy, I’ll make you proud of your boy.” It’s some song from “Aladdin.” And I was looking around for the dad because I thought there’s no way this dad is proud of his boy, and of course, he was the child of a single mom…duh! His mother told him, yes sing a song, that’s a talent, and there was no dad to say no you’re not, play the piano for christ’s sakes.