COMEDY REVIEW : Comic Takes Aim at Everyone : Humor: Bobby Slayton’s fast-paced routine doesn’t play favorites.

Bobby Slayton isn’t for the meek or the mild. Or males. Or females. Or minorities. To Slayton, we’re all fools. And the former New Yorker does not suffer fools gladly.

Using a crisp, rat-a-tat-tat delivery and a raspy voice that sounds like rocker Joe Cocker wound up to 78 r.p.m., Slayton does not play favorites. He treated everyone with equal disrespect Tuesday at The Improv in Pacific Beach. It seems everybody and everything on the planet is in Slayton’s doghouse:

“I got no problem with women being on the fire department. Although I don’t know how they get ready in time.”

He later suggested that men put a five-minute timer on sex and let the women finish in their spare time.

And when Slayton diverted his attention to Mexicans, one person in the crowd shouted out that the proper term is Hispanics. Slayton retorted: “Yeah, yeah. You’re Hispanics when you want a job.”

So much for sensitivity training.

Slayton is not constantly funny, but he gets his audience caught up in his hell-bent patter against what he sees as society’s inequities, and somewhere along that ride something funny emerges. To appreciate Slayton is to buy into his rantings, which most of the crowd of 289 did.

Mixed into his routine is one interesting idea. He suggested that people should carry IQ cards instead of ID cards. This, he said, would keep morons from voting.

“If your IQ is under 100, you keep the shake machine clean, Zippy, and shut up!” ranted the winner of the 1989 American Comedy Award for funniest male stand-up. “Let’s say you went into a bar. The bouncer asks for your IQ card. ‘Your IQ is only 30. Well, it is a country/Western bar. Come on in!’ ”

What Slayton--who started in stand-up comedy about 13 years ago in San Francisco--lacks in warmth and compassion, he makes up for with quantity. He probably tells more jokes and stories in his 70-minute set than any comic on the circuit. He spits out stories, one-liners and base observations nonstop. An auctioneer shopping his jokes.

Slayton is fun to watch. He paces the stage, kicks the wall behind him, and raises and lowers his voice to punctuate his tales in an excited delivery that makes the act seem as if it’s all new to him. He’s sort of a miniature Sam Kinison.

About five years ago, Slayton picked up the moniker, “The Pit Bull of Comedy,” a nickname he likes. “It’s better than ‘The French Poodle of Comedy,’ ” he told The Times earlier this year.

“I guess ‘the pit bull’ is good. He goes for the throat. He’s unpredictable. He’s volatile. One minute he’s wagging his tail, the next minute he bites your hand off. . . . I like that.”

That pretty much describes Slayton’s act, though the tail-wagging is definitely secondary. Most of his material is negative and often includes a victim.

“I shoulda been a shrink,” the married father of a 3-year-old girl said at one point. “I got it all figured out.”

What he has figured out is how to make people laugh without taxing anyone’s intelligence. Even a person with a 30 IQ can appreciate him.

Bobby Slayton continues at The Improv, 832 Garnet Ave., through Sunday. Opening the show is George Kanter. For ticket information or reservations, call 483-4522.