I’m a bad person; I can’t help it. I shouldn’t laugh at others’ misery. But when the misery is brought on by one’s own lies and refusal to admit wrongdoing, then I can’t help it. I giggle.
Remember Rachel Dolezal? She’s the former college professor and NAACP official who was exposed by her own parents to be pure, unadulterated white, and who had been lying about her race.
In the aftermath of the scandal, Dolezal lost her job and her position at NAACP. She claimed – spitting in the face of biology and common sense – that race is just a “construct,” and that she’s “transracial,” because she identifies as black, even though the bug shit crazy bitch is whiter than I am.
And now, poor little lying Rachel is having a tough time finding a job.
The former professor and columnist told the Guardian she’s applied for more than 100 jobs, but not a single place will hire her. The only offers that have come her way have been for reality television and porn.
Dolezal now relies on food stamps to feed her family and has been receiving help from a friend to cover her — next month she expects to be homeless, the Guardian reported.
You know, I just can’t find it in my heart to feel any sympathy for her. She lied. She lied to everyone about who she was. She used those lies to get a position with a civil rights organization and a college. And when she was discovered to have lied, she decided to pull the victim card and claim how she’s always felt wrong, how she FEELS black, and she made a mockery of black people’s experiences.
So, no. I don’t feel sorry for her, especially since she refuses to even acknowledge she did anything wrong.
Oh, and she has a memoir coming out, discussing how she “suffered” as a black person. This, after more than 30 publishing houses turned her down.
I really want to give her a high five. In the face. With a chair.
There’s this woman named Anne Mahlum, who runs a Solidcore gym in DC. When Ivanka Trump signed up for a class in one of her gyms under an alias, Mahlum went public, calling out the young mother, castigating her on social media for the world to see, and claiming that Ivanka Trump’s father is somehow “threatening the rights of many” of her “beloved” clients and coaches.
Just how many illegal aliens does Anne Mahlum employ? What rights are getting violated?
Oh, she didn’t elaborate on that part. She simply publicly called out Ivanka Trump for having the unmitigated gall to enter a place of business and pay for a service!
And for this – because the President’s daughter dared to take a fitness class in her studio – she was publicly harassed by this Muppet on meth lookalike!
Is it any wonder Ivanka Trump used an alias? Good lord! The woman wanted to take a fitness class. She wanted some anonymity, for a damn change, after being harassed by hysterical, virtue signaling leftist shit swizzles. And instead of affording the young woman some respect as a customer and understanding as a human being, Mahlum decided to call her out.
In a follow-up email, Mahlum, ostensibly after being slammed not just on her social media page, but also in the media, tried to mitigate the situation.
“…Solidcore is an organization founded on inclusivity” and apologized if her Facebook post didn’t make that clear. She stressed that Ivanka was not denied services, and she had not said the First Daughter could not attend Solidcore. She says she wanted to meet with Ivanka to suggest private classes and “in hopes of having a discussion about our community.”
The woman paid you to work out. She has zero obligation to discuss anything with you! She’s not her father. She wasn’t elected to anything. She’s not living on the taxpayer dime, and like you, she is an accomplished businesswoman, who is successful in her own right, and is and should be a role model to women. As Piers Morgan reminds us (HOLY SHIT I’M QUOTING PIERS MORGAN IN A BLOG POST IN A POSITIVE WAY!):
She graduated cum laude with a bachelor’s degree in economics from the Wharton Business School at the University of Pennsylvania.
In 2007, she launched Trump Fine Jewelry and the brand sells available throughout the US and Canada, as well as the Middle East.
She then launched her own fashion line that sells in major US department stores.
She was also, until recently, Executive Vice President of Development and Acquisitions at the Trump Organisation, and served on the board of 100 Women in Hedge Funds, an industry organisation that provides support to women professionals in finance.
As I wrote recently, Ivanka Trump is involved in multiple charities and has been a rock of support for women worldwide.
Some of the charities she supports are Habitat for Humanity, AIDS Life, the Children’s Aid Society, United Cerebral Palsy, and the Walkabout Foundation. And in 2010, Ivanka designed and sold a bracelet specifically to benefit the United Nations Foundation’s Girl Up campaign, which “aims to raise money and awareness to educate and propel adolescent girls in need to the next generation of leadership.”
And yet, she has been harassed, her business has been the target of boycotts, and she has been denigrated by the “tolerant” compatriots of Anne Mahlum for something as innocent as tweeting a photo of herself holding her baby – merely because they don’t like her dad.
And now, she can’t even take a fitness class in peace without being harassed by this rude harpy.
Anne Mahlum doesn’t just not comprehend the concept of fair treatment of her customers, she also doesn’t seem to understand what it means to be a decent human being and business owner.
She outed a client, who was obviously looking for some privacy and paid her to provide a service: fitness training.
She harassed her customer on social media, for no other reason than who her father is, and because apparently she had the gall to come into her place of business thinking she would… you know… pay for a service.
She virtue signaled her disdain for the President by publicly abusing his daughter, and when called out on her shitbaggery, backpedaled and fell back on the “inclusivity” damage control trope. Did she not think her jerkery would have consequences?
Inclusivity, my aching ass! She’s “inclusive,” as long as her clients toe her ideological line. And if they don’t, she compromises their privacy, calls them out publicly, and makes it difficult for them to do something as simple as take an exercise class!
You don’t have to agree with 45’s policies. You don’t have to like him personally. But there’s a way to do so without being a shit human being.
Maybe Anne Mahlum missed that memo.
I intentionally try not to know the latest fads, not to follow pop culture, and not to pay attention to street slang.
Daniel had to explain to me what “bae” was, and I felt dumber just having understood that particular term.
I always insisted that my kids use proper grammar – even in text messages. Yes, I was that mom. And even now I crack up when Danny corrects others’ grammar! Yeah, I taught him well.
So when this latest “How bow dah!” slang thing came out, I really just ignored it. I didn’t understand it. It was like a foreign language. I had no time to decipher it. I suppose I could have asked one of the kids, but they’re busy being a full time Marine and being a Soldier and student. I figured it would just go away.
But it didn’t. It was everywhere. It was even in my Bitmoji menu (it’s a comic strip you that you design and use, that supposedly looks like you, instead of the usual emojis available on your phone)!
Literally this thing was everydamnwhere, and for some reason people were either angry, incensed, or just down right outraged about it. So of course, it piqued my curiosity, because otherwise normal adults were using this phrase, and not in a flattering or positive way.
So on went my Google machine, and I pulled up this.
Back in September 2016, 13-year-old Danielle Peskowitz Bregoli and her mother appeared on Dr. Phil to discuss the teen’s “out-of-control” behavior. If you’re a regular viewer of The Dr. Phil Show, the two women’s segment was nothing out of the ordinary. One teen with attitude and a mouth to match + one anxious mother = some solid television (it always does). “I Want To Give Up My Car-Stealing, Knife-Wielding, Twerking 13-Year-Old Daughter Who Tried To Frame Me For A Crime,” proclaims the The Dr. Phil Show website entry about them. Are you hooked? I am.
[No, I’m not. Because I’m not a chip chomping culture fad whore. I have a job I work 10-12 hours per day, and no time for daytime trash TV.]
The segment likely would have faded into daytime-television obscurity had it not been for one perfect moment. “All these hos laughin’ like there’s something funny,” Bregoli says, gesturing to the audience. “Did you say,” Dr. Phil responds, judiciously pausing and moving his hands as though attempting to sort through Bregoli’s meaning, “the hos are laughing?” The audience begins to applaud. At which point Bregoli unleashes the line that would soon make her an internet star: “Cash me outside, howbow dah?”
So this trash bit whore, who commits petty crimes, dresses like a savage, and talks like she’s got a mouth full of shit becomes an internet sensation, instead of getting her ass beat and being sent to juice for a spell, right?
What’s the message here? The message is: if you’re outrageous enough, disrespectful enough, and ballsy enough to be exactly that on national television, you will be a star. With impunity.
You don’t have to study and get good grades. You don’t have to respect others. You don’t have to work and achieve. You just have to be a pernicious little shit in public, and you will be rewarded.
Of course, the sudden popularity of the meme has also thrust the teen who started it all back into the spotlight. Earlier this week, a story claimed that Peskowitz Bregoli had committed suicide after she was bullied by classmates for her appearance on the show. The story was later debunked by Snopes, which notes it ran on fake news site “NBC-News.net” which, unsurprisingly, isn’t related to the real NBC. Peskowitz Bregoli is alive and well and keeping her fans updated via Facebook, where just yesterday she streamed a live video consisting largely of her counting dollar bills to the camera for nearly an hour. It has since been viewed over 45,000 times. “CASH ME LIVE!” Well … how bow dah.
Know what? “How bow dah” smells like bad fucking parenting to me.
It smells like instead of applying some discipline and teaching this mouthy little harlot some values, mommy dearest decided to appeal to the public in the worst possible way – on national television.
It smells like parenting FAIL.
Mommy decided to garner some attention and maybe some sympathy from the stupid by parading her rude, repulsive jackass of a kid in front of an audience of millions. She didn’t really want help. If she did, she would have taken this pathetic little hood rat either to a good shrink, or to a juvenile facility, instead of a talk show hosted by someone who could have dedicated his life to helping people, given his education and background, but chose instead to exploit trash and make millions doing it.
Instead of parenting, she decided to give the little rat exactly what she wanted – attention and notoriety.
And the stupid public ate it up, falling right into that trap.
I get the feeling the brat learned that behavior from mommy dearest, in which case, mommy dearest deserves a good, swift kick in the ass for wasting society’s time with her classless, ornery spawn.
Like mother, like daughter.
The only cure for that stupid is to stop giving it time!
Stop making memes, videos, and gifs glorifying classless, loutish assclowns.
Stop making them famous!
They’re not funny. They’re embarrassing.
If that were my kid, she’d get a kick in the teeth and some military school therapy. She’d be doing push-ups on my kitchen floor until she had no more energy to be a rude shit clown. And if she decided to commit a crime, she’d be sitting in the back of a police car on her way to a juvenile facility.
Don’t like that, little girl? Too fucking bad.
How bow dah!
Honestly, I could have spent a billion happy lifetimes not knowing about this, but if I have to find out about it, you will know about it too!
Because I’m a giver that way, and frankly, you need to share my misery.
But first, a little bit of background.
Apparently, there’s some Brit named Gavin McInnes, who the left claims is a “Holocaust-denying Nazi,” whose scheduled lecture at NYU was canceled because
screeching leftist banshees tolerant progressives rioted and demanded violence. Now, knowing the tolerant progtards, McInnes probably said something shockingly outrageous like “I disagree with leftist politics,” and for that, he needs to be physically assaulted and prevented from speaking, natch.
Among the most strident voices demanding McInnes be subdued via government force was some psychotic cunt monkey claiming to be a “professor,” who cursed at the NYPD for not kicking McInnes’ ass.
shrieking harpy peaceful progressive lady demanded the police assault a man who was invited to speak to a group of students, because apparently she did not like what he was going to say.
Now, I don’t know McInnes, but apparently he has a history of making inflammatory statements. And once again, the
tolerant toddler left – much like they did in Bezerkeley last week when Milo Yiannopoulos was scheduled to speak there – wreaked havoc, set fires, and destroyed property in an effort to silence someone with whom they disagree.
But back to psycho twat.
After her squealing viral tirade, the Internet decided to do a little research into Rebecca Goyette.
And this is where I wish I’d never met the Internet.
Two words: lobster porn.
That’s right. Let that sink in for a moment. The alleged “professor” who screeched at police to attack a man for exercising his right to free speech is a lobster porn “artist.”
I made the grave error of clicking on this link today, which also features a photo of Rebecca sporting a gigantic set of claws. Apparently, this… uh… hobby involves wearing large lobster claws and writhing around on the ground pretending to have sex with men wearing giant cloth penises.
I got about halfway into the article, gagged on my own bile, managed to hold down my breakfast, closed the link, and tried to unsee what I saw.
It was impossible. It burned itself into my eyelids, and no matter how much I rubbed my eyes, I couldn’t get rid of the sight of this grotesque, repellent sea sow, sporting lobster claws and baring her sagging udders for the world to see.
I didn’t want to Google “lobster porn,” because then I would have found “lobster porn.”
I was informed that Goyette also apparently has a website, which I refuse to look up, and refuse to link to or click on. According to her resume, she’s an adjunct professor at Montclair State University in New Jersey. Someone pays her to expose impressionable young minds to her version of “art,” which apparently involves intercourse with pretend penises, while wearing pseudo bondage bands on sagging teats and gigantic lobster claws on her hands.
Please know crustacean coitus – no matter how “artistic” – is just not something I ever want to see. It’s bad enough I was subjected to Crusty McZucchini-Tits over here. Anthropod on human action is not my thing. Not even remotely curious!
But now I’ll never look at seafood the same way again, and you’ve joined me in visual hell!
The left ruins everything!