In the same vein of my last post this morning, the predictability of human stupidity has once again reared its grade school dropout head. This of course being Strigiform, the overly sensitive vegan tranny anarchist. In an attempt to not bore you with the details please refer to the recent article I wrote about her inane ramblings about racism, sexism, and other derptitudes that have passed so far into insignificance I care not to bother bringing up… again. Mail Call Bitches! Continue Reading…
The reverse psychology of a closet racist.
I love the world some times ( rarely ), especially when it pulls me out of a lull of the literary genius that I happen to be. That’s right, I’m a genius, it’s a matter of fact and it would behoove the likes of you to accept it, and bask on the awesome alcohol driven glow that is me… I swear, it’s not vodka sweat. Well…. Maybe a little. Anyways, onward to mediocrity!
It seems that as the days grow on and I step closer and closer to liver failure and a shallow grave, people are becoming more and more sensitive to situations that not only don’t exist, but or are psychotically off the wall they are a stone’s throw from wearing foil on their head and screaming something about “thought stealing head lice” on the corner of “Methadone Street” in “Crack Head City” USA. ( Yay run on sentences! ) In this case the sensitivity would be base around racismsexismwhitesupremecyhomophobiatittesTittiesTITTIES! Wait… lost my point there at the end didn’t I? Shit, I think that makes me Sexist. Ah well, I do love the boobs… anywho. Let’s meet “Strigiform”
Lafonda Strikes Back!
I receive a good amount of comments between FaceBook, Google+, Voice Mail, etc. Most of them are a simple “fuck you” and really aren’t worth bringing to light. Once in a while though someone will decide to write me a novel for a response that just can’t be ignored, especially when the level of psychosis is this high. Seriously, this kid seems to think “The Matrix” was a true story, and that he is “Neo”, and that I am “Agent Smith”… it’s kind of cute in its own way. Scary… but cute. So let’s just jump right in to Mr Lafonda’s response to “That’s Racist!” shall we? I am going to go ahead and rip this apart to mainly just his responses, to read the full comment in its simian written confusion go here.
That’s Racist!
I have been accused on multiple occasions of being racist… which well, in all honesty I do in fact walk the line of that sentiment being true considering that “Humans” are considered a “Race” and nine times out of ten I personally think “Humans” are a blight upon this world due to their inherent stupidity. So yes, I’m racist, I hate people… pretty much all of them. I am a firm believer that stereotypes exist for a very simple reason; they’re true. You want me to stop judging you by the way you look? Stop acting stereotypical. I don’t care if you’re White, Black, Purple, or Martian… you’re all equally annoying and unreliable. What really gets on my nerves is the zealots that are marching around like it’s the days when women couldn’t vote, African Americans had to sit in the back of the bus ( which is the cool place to sit anyways so stop bitching ), and being gay wasn’t a everyday thing… yes, “you’re here, you’re queer” we got used to it years ago, no-one cares. ( Well, suppose some do, but they are non-factor rednecks anyways, why bother trying to change their mind? ) But when you add a solid case of psychosis to the mixture of “my race/religion/sexual preference isn’t being treated fair”, well it just gets entertaining from there.
Meet Wolf! ( Which is apparently his real name… his parents must have hated his guts. ) Who actually got to my G+ page by searching for the word “Racism”… which apparently the keyword on my page pegs me at the first spot… Momma’d be so proud.
15 cents fo’ water?! OH MY LAWD!!
For those of you that weren’t able to understand half of what this walking talking stereotype was losing her fetid mind about, allow me to re-cap some of the “troofs” she was laying down;

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