Hypocrites, Part 3.

Stuff from Facebook #28.

A threequel to this little series.


Bigots demanding civility.

November 30, 2018

I'm getting sick of this plea for civility from bigots. 
"We can't just disagree, everything has to be 'you're a racist! You're homophobic!'". 
Well, stop saying racist and homophobic shit. Fuckface. 
What, I should let that shit slide? Why? 
Why is your impulse for piece and quiet, or to have an un-bruised self-image more important than me not having to be surrounded by bigoted assholes who want to get away with everything? 
I'm reminded of this Nazi that some reporters tracked down in Argentina, and they got all up in his face calling him by his real name, and asking if he was sorry for his crimes, and yadda, yadaa, and he was all like "please, you're not being gentlemen!". 
That always pops in my head when I hear this "can't we just respectfully disagree?", shit. 
No, motherfucker. No. 
You blew that wad way back at defending the pussy grabber tape. 
Time to eat your shit sandwiches.


Pussy sandwich.

November 20, 2019

So, here's some basic biology everyone intuitively understands. 
You can eat a ham sandwich, and then you can have ice cream for dessert. 
The ham doesn't "ruin", your mouth for the ice cream. 
You don't have to only have ham forever. 
Much less only have ham from that particular pig. 
Swap mouth for vagina, and suddenly that intuition goes away, and a lotta guys get confused. 
And by "a lotta", I don't mean a couple dozen, I mean large swaths of America, and the entire middle east.


Rush.

February 4th, 2020

I don't wish cancer on Limbaugh.

I wish Parkinsons on him.
And then to have a fat idiot that looks and sounds just like him mock his Parkinsons, and have a crowd of baying yahoos guffaw and honk with cruel joy at the impression.

And for him to gain empathy, and go "ohhh, that's what I do to people? I need to rethink life!".

Oh, wait, we've done this already.
He used to say all drug users should be locked up regardless of circumstances, and then he became an oxy addict, and then he never walked his old shit back, or apologized.
The whole empathy/realization thing was supposed to happen there, and he blew it.

Yeah, you had your chance, buddy.
Life threw all the tests at you , and you got Fs and D minuses, and skated by on the low grading curve of America.


There's that three.
Next time, the final three.


Previously with SFF-

Hypocrites, Part 2. (SFF #27)