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I Really Shouldn’t Laugh, Right?

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.

dolezal26n-2-webRemember 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.

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Yes, People are Stupid

shirtIf you haven’t heard, there’s another “The Walking Dead” controversy brewing. Because perpetually offended, howling snowflakes have apparently run out of things about which to be outraged, they are now screeching about a T-Shirt. Thankfully, the shrieking outragery is in the UK… for now. But there are almost certainly aggrieved social justice zealots in the United States who are standing in solidarity with their squealing comrades in the UK in their indignation. Hell, I’ve seen quite a few of them on social media!

The “offensive” language revolves around TWD baddie Negan’s use of the old rhyme “Eeny meeny miny moe, catch a tiger by the toe…” to select the victim he would violently bash over the head with his trusted, barbed-wire baseball bat Lucille..

Now, when I was a kid, we used that rhyme all the time. Most Americans, I would wager, are not and have never been aware of the rhyme’s history, which apparently used the N-bomb instead of “tiger.” I certainly had no idea. But apparently, that’s what it was, and because most of us didn’t know about the rhyme’s history, we’re obviously steeped in white privilege… or something.

Yeah, I know. I had black friends in school, and when we used the rhyme, none of them were insulted, probably because like most Americans, they had no idea about the rhyme’s history.

But in their search for things to get offended about the SJW howler monkeys have now decided to target the TWD t-shirt.

It doesn’t matter that the show is not even close to racist.

It doesn’t matter that Negan ever used the word, and has never, as a character, been shown to be racist in any way.

It doesn’t matter that the show’s and comic book’s creators almost certainly didn’t know the rhyme’s history and meant exactly zero connotations to be gleaned from Negan’s taunts.

And it certainly doesn’t matter that the alleged “insult” wasn’t aimed at anyone.

You see, intent doesn’t matter, because according to one zealot, “the people at the tail end of the insult are the ones who get to decide if it’s offensive.”

Which basically means that anything we do or say can be constituted as offensive to someone.

Which essentially surpasses “thought crime” and lands directly into “insensitivity crime.”

morganLiterally stupidest claim ever.

TWD’s Jeffrey Dean Morgan agrees, this is stupid, and I can’t blame him.

A rhyme that’s been used for decades, and apparently at some point (in the 1800s) contained a word that was common then, but we now  – after more than 100 fucking years – find unacceptable. A t-shirt that doesn’t even contain that line. A show that is in no way racist. A scene that in no way had racial connotations.

Imbeciles are literally getting offended at a t-shirt referring to a fictional character’s use of a rhyme that more than 100 years ago contained a word that was commonly-used then, but that is considered unacceptable now, that the t-shirt doesn’t even contain.

And apparently, it doesn’t matter if no insult was actually intended, that the rhyme wasn’t hurled at anyone, because the only thing that matters is pwecious feewings.

And if you disagree, you’re wrong.

If you refuse to bow down to the subjective snowflakery and confirm that what you say and what you mean doesn’t matter, but what the grievance mongers claim offends them does, you’re a racist… or privileged… or something.

The content of the rhyme doesn’t matter. The indisputable fact that the rhyme as said by a fictional character did not contain any racially charged language doesn’t matter. The fact that the majority of people involved with the show, with the manufacture of the shirt and its sale, and in the world writ large, were not aware of the rhyme’s history doesn’t matter.

What matters to these whining, sniveling fucktards is that their subjective feelings be accepted as fact, because apparently, their offense somehow gives them moral superiority over the rest of us.

Yeah. stupid.

Nope. I refuse to play these games. It’s an intellectual (or in this case, sub-intellectual) trap that marginalizes everyone except those seeking indignation and gives them license to accuse anyone and everyone of facism/racism/sexism/*insert ism here, regardless of whether their interlocutors really are guilty of fitting those descriptions. It allows the perpetually affronted to offend, denigrate, and demean anyone they don’t like merely by claiming offense. And yes, I find it insulting and and downright abusive to be called those things – especially since I’ve spent my life fighting them.

There’s no justice in this – social or otherwise. It’s a disgusting, biased, discriminatory retaliation tactic against those whom the snowflakes seek to marginalize – those evil, cis/het, white people, whom they believe to be deserving of retribution for the “crime” of being privileged. And while they treat the rest of us like something smelly that attached itself to the bottom of their shoes, they treat minorities like fragile morons, who have to be protected from anything that can even remotely be viewed as “offensive.” Dog forbid someone’s delicate labia get chafed – even unintentionally! MICROAGGRESSION!

Here’s an idea, snowflakes: go fuck yourselves. With a barbed-wire bat. There is no “right” not to be offended.

Here’s how NOT to treat a customer

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!

anne2And 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.”

Bullshit!

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.

Shut your foul maw while you still have teeth left. How bou dah!

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!

Today’s WTFuckery

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.

That’s right.

This tolerant, 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.”

Lobster porn.

O dog. What did I just see?

O dog. What did I just see?

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!

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