There was a man. By most standards, he was a well rounded, responsible individual. However, he hated cats. He seriously hated cats. He hated cats so much that he if, when driving down the road, a cat ran in front of him, he would go out of his way to hit and kill said cat.
Well, one day on his way home from work a cat runs out in front of him. He serves his car, and kills the cat. On the side of the road, a little girl starts screaming, running into the road after her cat. Looking in his rear-view mirror and seeing the girl sob, the man realizes he needs help. So the next day he goes to see a psychologist.
The man talks to the psychologist, explain his deep, inert hated for cats. He does not know where this hatred comes from, but he knows he want to get rid of it. After several days the psychologist comes to a conclusion.
"I believe that the only way to get rid of this hatred for cats is for you to kill the largest and most fearsome of them all. I have planned an African safari. Tomorrow, you and I will leave for Africa and you will hunt the biggest of the cats, an African lion."
So, the next day the duo head for Africa. Once they arrive there, they meet up with Safari guides, dark-skinned natives. The group packs up some gear and begin their hunt.
A little while into the hunt, one of the guides decides to climb a tall tree, in order to get a better visual. He takes a walkie-talkie with him so he can communicate with the group.
Several minutes pass when the guide's voice comes over the walkie-talkie. He has spotted a lion a mile north. The group changes position, and then they spot it: the biggest, most majestic lion any of the natives have ever seen.
As the man prepares his rifle, he asks the physiologist, "You sure this'll work?"
"Of course. After killing the biggest of cats, you'll never be bother by petty small cats again."
So, the man creeps closer. He aims his rifle. His heart is beating. Faster. Faster. Faster. He feels a chill creep up from his feet. The man looks down his sights, and takes a deep breath as he puts his finger on the trigger. Then, with a sudden shift, the man turns and shoots the guide right out of the tree!
"What the fuck?!?," the physiologist yells. "What is your fucking problem? I did all of this to help you! I paid for this trip, I took a lot of time out of my schedule! I've missed seeing a dozen patients this week! We get all the way down here, the lion is less than a fucking mile away and you shoot the guide?!? What the hell is wrong with you?"
The man takes a beat, then responds, "if there's anything I hate more than cats, it's a damned loudmouth fucking nigger!"