Friday, April 3, 2026

yesterday... all my troubles seemed so warm & gay, like a cashmere sweater drenched in mambo by liz claiborne... oh, i believe in yesterday

Yesterday a stranger said to me:


Which I wouldn't have reported, except when I checked their feed they had a slew of racepilled content.  So I did that internet narc thing and went to the principal.  I dunno if YoofTube will actually do anything about him.  The internet is full of this kinda crap.  I hope it keeps Steve-o from ruining the good times of people who actually Do Care when people talk trash.

Anyway.  I went to bed early, just before midnight, when this wizard appeared in my mentions:

It's my fault for posting snarky snippets on the interwebs, 100%!  What kind of fool voices political dissent on Youtube?  The contrary girl strikes and gutters yet again, because I keep inviting the skinheads to bowl.  Apparently.

Maybe I am looking for a fight.  Yet...  If I were, it's no further than the nearest, extremely homophobic, cop bar.  Two blocks!  There the dingleberries would have the chutzpah to call me fag to my face.

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