Thursday, June 30, 2016

"Letters to My Future White Sons" I Wouldn't Count On It, Cunts

Holy fuck, I think I found the worst video on youtube.


I love the deep breath the one on the right takes before they go into their self-hating, anti-white (despite the fact they are white) diatribe. You can tell how important they feel their opinion is, how smugly they try to express the oppression they don't even understand. At 46 seconds in, that old black dude is just sitting there with a facial expression that screams he wants to put a bullet in his brain so he can stop listening to these uppity cunts and their hysterical ranting.

One good thing about people like this existing, is that they are shouldering ALL the white guilt for the rest of us who don't base our entire lives around feeling offended for other people. Look how intense they get, how much passion they put into this trivial bullshit. I was half expecting (and fully hoping) one or both of them would have a stroke and die at the end of the video. Let me go search Documenting Reality, hopefully that footage is already uploaded. My pants are already half down.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I hate myself just like every other person in the world. But it certainly isn't hatred over my skin color, or misplaced guilt over what my forefathers might have done to oppress another race. I tend to judge others based on how they personally interact with me. And how would I judge these two jackasses? They're fascists.

The whole political correctness movement is literally fascism. The people involved in the politically correct social justice warrior Tumblr Oppression Olympics movement are so short-sighted they don't even realize this. Shoehorning buzzwords you learned from your hipster liberal arts college professor into self-hating slam poetry isn't making a positive change, it's basically supporting a modern day remix of fascism. Clearly they're too self-involved too realize this, too indoctrinated by the yarn mainstream media spins to keep racial division alive.

 
Also, despite the fact they are verbally attacking their own unborn children, something tells me they're gonna have a real hard time conceiving considering how much hatred they have. Who would want to put their dick anywhere NEAR these two? Their personalities are hollow fabrications, they clearly try as hard as they can to remove any femininity from their appearance and behavior, and even if, for some reason, someone was drunk enough to get it up for either of these flannel cunts, there's a good chance they don't even enjoy sex unless they're ramming a strap on dildo up their cuckold husbands assholes while they both suck off black cock. And they lube the dildos up with his "male tears." They'd probably squirt just reading that if it was a fan fiction piece about Girls on Tumblr.
 Basically, it seems like the only way these two would enjoy sex is to utilize it as a weapon. I'd bet 20 bucks the only reason they'd want to have sex is to turn it into a rape charge and another 4 minute slam poetry piece they can shriek in their shrill voices at Vice reading hipster crowds that applaud by literally snapping their fingers.

Monday, June 27, 2016

I Stopped A Fight Outside the Bar Last Night

Being amped up after the season finale of Game of Thrones and being only two 40 oz's of cheap beer deep, I decided to hit the bar for $1 drafts accordingly. After a few additional hours of drinking, the patrons in the bar spilled outside to have a cigarette and the bartender locked up the establishment for the night. Left to our own devices, we all stood around talking about politics, race, and other random issues like some bizarro universe edition of Horace and Pete. At some point a freestyle cipher started.
So in the circle is me, a chill Spanish dude, and three white kids aged roughly around 21 - 24. I've talked to everyone involved in this scenario at the bar on numerous occasions, although they usually need to remind me of this the next time I go to the bar pre-buzzed. One of the kids clearly has a chip on his shoulder, I can tell he does not enjoy my random drunken ramblings but can't find a hole in my logic big enough to start a fight over. No matter. The freestyle cipher (and I use that term with all due respect to people that can actually rap) is going, and some 40+ year old man stumbles by. The kid freestyling works it into his rhyme, offering the guy to join the freestyle. The guy keeps stumbling on, ignoring the request, probably not even paying attention. This riles up the young kids.

They basically challenge this old dude to a fight. One of the kids is standing there with a bag of bar peanuts, throwing them at the guy. The guy goes to cross the intersection, but turns around and starts to stumble back. I immediately jump in with my two cents.

"What is the point of starting an altercation with this guy?"
"He was disrespectful, he didn't join the cipher!"
"Dude, he probably doesn't even listen to hip hop. Who gives a fuck? He's probably in his 40's or 50's, getting drunk to forget about his ex-wife who fucked his best friend before taking sole custody of his three kids. The kids probably blame him for it, too."

The guy is also getting riled up, but smart enough not to throw the first swing. I think my little comment about losing his kids or wife might have struck a chord, because he turned around angrily but then realized I was trying to deescalate the situation. Me attempting to deflate the tension might have also given him a bit more confidence to walk back and say to the kids "Who's the one throwing sh!t at me?" Now all three kids are talking sh!t, me and the Spanish dude are looking at each other like "What a bunch of retards," and the older dude is swaying and stumbling around like the town drunk, most likely looking for a lawsuit out of this ordeal. Eventually the kid with the chip on his shoulder throwing the peanuts goes to square up, but the old dude turns around again. Then turns back around towards us. At this point I relocate to my car, and everyone crosses the street.

There's literally a police officer at a gas station within earshot of this entire altercation. They're all now squaring up, the old dude is filming it on his phone to put on Youtube, the young kids are getting ready to jump him, when I end the situation with one sentence. "There isn't any pussy here!" Everyone stops and looks at me. "Who are you guys trying to impress right now? You ain't getting any pussy outta this, just potential law suits and jail time." This sort of sobers up everyone involved. The kids are like "What the fuck, man? You're still cool but why don't you have our back?" Because you guys are acting fucking retarded, that's why. Everyone hops in their car and leaves.

Friday, June 24, 2016

The Slaps Heard Around the World: Rich Piani and Jason Genova

After finishing their pose for the photograph, Rich Piani and Jason Genova both relaxed. Before either of them return to a normal stance, however, Jason Genova's smug smirk deepens as he proudly informs the hulking, demonic looking synthol tub next to him "I'm the king of Order 66." Rich Piani brings his hand to his brow in frustration, muttering out a "You're what?" that seems even more impatient than his usual demeanor. "I'm the king of Order 66," Jason Genova repeats the statementin his lispy, mentally challenged drawl, nodding his head matter-of-factually to emphasize his pride. "So....you ordered a 66 on me, didn't you, right? Didn't you do that once?" Rich's question penetrates Jason Genova's ears like an eager girl on prom night. But Mr. Genova, being socially inept and borderline retarded, doesn't notice the anger boiling under the surface of Rich Piani's fake smile. He feels the two are bonding over an inside joke, and continues the conversation undeterred, like a child with a fork at an electrical socket. "Noooo!" Jason says, as if he's a young school boy teasing the pig-tailed, timid blonde in class he has a crush on. "You never did?!" Rich says, barely able to contain his seething rage, his fake smile causing him to speak through gritted teeth. "I DID, actually!" Jason laughs, his smile getting even broader. "Why would you do that?" Rich smiles back at Jason - he had him right where he wanted him. "Cuz I'm....I was just joking." Jason still doesn't seem to realize the severity of the situation. The situation quickly spirals downwards, with Rich growing increasingly angrier and Jason quivering in fear.
 
 
Finally, Rich agrees (for the both of them) to a slap boxing bout of 5 seconds to settle the score. "You ready?" Rich starts with a quick right, and Jason giggles nervously. He slowly raises his right hand to slap Rich back, but hesitates, and Rich hits him with a dizzying left. This stuns Jason, and he stumbles forward not unlike a baby who has just learned how to walk. Rich's forced smile gets more intense and sinister as he gets another quick left and right combo in. Jason stumbles  backwards. "You ready?! You ready?!" Rich taunts the retard menacingly, as people gather in the background. The crowd is both uncomfortable but enthralled, some of the scummier among them recording the event from their devices. No one intervenes to save the retarded man. Rich continues his assault. "You ready?! YOU READY?!" Another quick two-hit combo. "You ready, YOU READY?! YOU READY?!" Another two slaps. "Are we good?" Rich asks Jason, as if he was the one who should be asking the
question. The two shake hands for the 74th time that day.

Monday, June 20, 2016

Someone Told Me My Dreads Are Cultural Appropriation

It finally happened. Someone finally called me out for "cultural appropriation," and of all places it occurred on good ol' Plenty of Fish / Plenty of Whales / Plenty of Single Moms / Bottom of the Barrel dot com. (Yea, I know, pretty pitiful to be on such an app, but at this point I'm content banging randoms off internet apps because loyalty and commitment are dead. Fuck off.)

Last night I was getting smashed off $1 PBRs when I got a message from the POF app.

"White guy with dreads? Culture appropriation much."

Now right off the bat, PC rhetoric aside, saying anything in the form of "______ ________ much" is cunty. So not only is this cunt PC, but also uses annoying internet slang and improper grammatical structure in an ironic fashion. How cute. Let me school you right quick though.









The fact this sort of mindset is so prevalent is a testament to how badly the dark cabal has everyone by the balls and ovaries. This girl messaged me out of the blue with that cultural appropriation bullshit, I didn't even view her profile, shoot a message, or initiate any sort of contact. The app is lying dormant on my phone, unused and this cunt goes out of her way to send me that message. 

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Celebrity Shows Up At Wedding...Steals Focus of Event

I bet if Jesus existed (at least in the way religion portrays him) he'd be pissed off sitting in heaven, watching the meaning of Christmas go from being about his birth to a pudgy dude in a strange outfit traveling the globe, sneaking into millions of homes, and delivering presents to children.

It's like having a celebrity at your wedding. Like these jackasses. According to Yahoo! news (who make sure I'm up-to-date on the most pointless crap every time I go check and see how little albums I've sold), the bride invited Taylor Swift to her wedding. If I was a celebrity, I sure as fuck wouldn't want to go to a complete strangers wedding. What a selfish thing to do.
 


 Good going, shithead, now your wedding day is all about this terrible celebrity. The day you and your husband tied the knot is now overshadowed by Taylor Swift's appearance, attention whoring for cameras and strutting her skanky ass around the wedding.

Where does she get off going to a wedding, anyway? She runs through 3 dozen dick in a years time. Every album she has just consists of songs bitching about each of her ex's from that given time period. At this point, either go celibate or go lesbian. And film it. Better yet, come date me, Tay Tay. Then we can break up, and both write our own breakup songs. Guarantee mine will have more substance. It'll be the debut of my comedy music.

Just look at this limp wristed husband.




Brah, you're really gonna pose for a photo like that at your wedding? With that kind of behavior, one can only imagine how much side-cock she takes whenever you're on leave, serving your country. It's safe to assume she's got a whole buffet of cock waiting for her when you head overseas. She is a Taylor Swift fan, after all.