A few days ago, some libtard asswipe dickweed named, Saladin Ahmed — a Hugo Award winner — got his shit-filled snow-flakey panties all tied up in knots because of racist …………….. Corn Pops cereal! Yup. He tweeted;
“Hey @KelloggsUS why is literally the only brown corn pop on the whole cereal box the janitor? this is teaching kids racism. Yes its a tiny thing, but when you see your kid staring at this over breakfast and realize millions of other kids are doing the same…”
Here is the supposed kneegrow cereal janitor;
The spineless pussified faggots at Kellogg — inventors of “food” that makes kids fat, sick, and stupid — were quick to respond:
“Kellogg is committed to diversity & inclusion. We did not intend to offend – we apologize. The artwork is updated & will be in stores soon.”
In order to help this worthless eater and breather of my air, Saladin Ahmed, find more nasty-ass raaayyccissss companies to tweet, I bring to you (and him) the following actual ads (at one time) fer yer considuraashun.
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KNEEGROW shit.
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INJUN shit
[Note: One of the below ads is ACTUALLY a picture of Llpoh!! But, he made me swear oath to not speak’um a word. But, I think it’s the last one.]
Above pic dedicated to YOJIMBO
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CHINESE shit
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ANTI WOMENZ shit
I hope you TBP WOMENZ are cleaning your hoo-hoos with Lysol!!
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And MY favorite …. naturally.
“YEAH! THAT’S RIGHT, SWEETIE … PULL IT CLEAN!”
Did you see this morning’s nfl outrage? Some nitwit owner said, in response to the kneelers “We can’t let the inmates run the prison”. Obviously a general sarcasm used to imply keeping order within a group. Only the bro’s on the field took it literally. I wonder why? Hilarious.
After election the Kellog brain trust began to denigrate the President elect. I switchef to Post and General Mills, hope they were less politicaly oriented.
Except, the owner is not a nitwit; the only mistake he made was apologizing for the remark.
On NFL Channel, Terrell Davis was, of course, taking the comment as a literal insult.
I disagree. If you want to own a nfl franchise you got to play the game. He apologized because he had to apologize otherwise they would have tortured him. And if the nitwit didn’t know it before he does now.
Or forced him to sell his team like the NBA did to the Clippers owner……
He broke pc ranks and now he has to do his penance. And he will. He’ll lay on his belly in a supine position and beg the inmates for forgiveness, not that I’ll watch a second of it. I’m rooting for the inmates to actually take over and grind this bread and circus game into dust.
I gotta tell you I am in a cosy corner of a deer blind with something smeared on my face that makes me want chili for dinner. I do not bow hunt but I wish I could. Damage to a tendon on my wrist makes that unlikely, even if I could get a waiver for a powered bow. My left grip is too weak.
My right grip is fine. That is where I will hold my big Buck knife to take care of any lingering pain should my cousin’s arrow find a mark that kills too slowly. There is nothing sadder than watching an animal die slowly, in pain.
I am not a murderer Stucky, but an angel of mercy waiting to do Artemis’s bidding. Then we shall hang the body to drain…
So here I huddle in a sleeping bag in a deer blind in a hidden meadow on my little piece of borrowed ground that the Good Lord has brought me onto for His purpose. Born poor country white in a world about to go mad with power and excess where we were expecting the Return of a King but instead we welcomed a Beast.
Shit. Artemis is calling.
Edit…false alarm. In a nutshell:
I could not stop laughing at these ads I can remember from childhood. Artemis and I share a maternal hillbilly granny who kept old magazines for outhouse purposes. Her name and I can prove it in court was Granny Fanny. Artemis and I used to sit in the outhouse together as kids and laugh at the cartoons which I realize were advertisements.but Why don’t the supposedly sexist ads offend me? why don’t I feel racist? Why do I wish she’d come tell me she’s giving up so I can go make chili?
http://buckknives.com/
You are awesome!
Here you go again, making another one of your artful lines of comedy…………..”And MY favorite …. naturally.”
‘Shipwrecked’, using Lysol.
Hard to believe, but it could have been worse advertising cleanliness with bleach or gasoline.
And why are my hands so cold???
Luxuriating in too much free time – & wasting it. Except that somehow, some way, it prolly translates to bank. Chattering classes…prolly have warm hands.
FUNNY stuff Stucky! OMG, it’s true…….ads are/have been rayciss but Mr. Towelhead can shove the cereal box up his ass.
To think, all these years you have struggled with this “hand problem” and all you needed was some SEGA game gear to keep you busy.
First I have heard of Niggerhead oysters. Down south, everyone called Brazil Nuts niggertoes. What do Yankees call them?
Lordy, lordy, you literally brought back a 30 year old memory I thought, till now, that I’d forgotten.
Ex-wife invites me to her parent’s house. Long time ago, we weren’t even engaged yet. A staunch Mennonite family. Her dad was even involved in a Prison Ministry … witnessing every Saturday to, you know, kneegrow folk behind bars.
So, we’re sitting at the table, her mom laying out some snacks, and then she asks — “Do you want some Nigger Toes?”
WTF??? This was back in the days when I was a religious Fundy. So, I nicely called her out on it. Now it was her turn to be flabbergasted. She asks, “What else would I call it??”.
She truly had no clue. This was in Indiana. Yankeeland, I guess. But, I’m a damned Yank also, and I never heard that before, or since. Until today, again.
Brazil nuts. That’s the legit name.
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Some quick searching …
It’s not a nut. It’s a seed.
Related closer to blueberries than to a pecan.
in Brazil, these seeds are called “castanhas-do-Pará” or “chestnuts from Pará,” after a state in Northern Brazil where the trees grow abundantly.
More than half of Brazil nuts come from Bolivia.
Even the way in which the trees are pollinated is a bit odd. There’s only one insect for job, the orchid bee, which is big enough, strong enough, and has a long-enough tongue to pry the flower’s hood open and lap up the nectar within
Stuck, all I know is that no matter what you calls them……I love them. Most people won’t eat them which leaves more for me! Great story and info, thanks.
The cashew is also a very strange nut.
The cashew tree produces a type of apple–oddly the seed does not grow inside the apple but is attached on top between the stem and fruit. The cashew fruit itself is edible but cashew shells can actually be deadly as the oil has a concentrated level of the same chemical found in poison ivy & sumac.
The nuts must be removed from the shell and then roasted at high temps to burn away the shell oil or else the allergic reaction from consumption could cause an anaphylactic reaction.
PS: my dad also called them nigger toes or “sloth toes”
Speaking of Kellogg’s, I once had a book, Plain Facts for Both Sexes, by the original Dr. Kellogg of Battle Creek, Michigan. Besides being a dietary fanatic, Dr. Kellogg was also an expert on masturbation and its dangers.
Published in the 1880’s Dr. K’s book had chapters entitled What Makes Idiots, What makes dwarfs, What causes poor eyesight and he also discovered the problem of ‘hairy palms’. In every case it was self abuse. He had remedies too.
For mild cases he recommended tying a towel around the childs waist with the knot in the small of the back. This would encourage the child to sleep on his stomach and keep his/her hands where they belonged. In more severe cases a board could be attached to the child’s back or even a chicken wire enclosure fashioned to allow for urination but prevent hand to genital contact.
For young girls he recommended a borax douche to treat ‘vaginal erosion’ a real problem for young women in the late 19th century.
Like the climate change mountbanks of today it is scary to think of how much damage the well respected Dr. Kellogg did to children whose parents read his book and believed it to be the work of a man of science instead of the beliefs of a crank.
Vaginal EROSION???
Hilarious!!
Got pics?
so true
mountebanks
Kellogg’s went over to the dark side years ago and I quit using their products when they did. The only thing I used of theirs was pop tarts and I shouldn’t have been eating those things anyway.
They don’t make anything its actually safe to eat IMO so I probably came out ahead by avoiding them.
https://www.kelloggs.com/en_US/our-brands.html
Pop tarts? The only way I can eat those is when I am really mad at myself.
They also own FritoLays—I am an Utz man for my potato chips ( when I don’t make my own on a cookie sheet in the oven)– but I do miss the Fritos Scoops I used to enjoy with a 7-layer dip.
A Black part of Tallahassee is called French Town; I thought people were just being coy until I learned it was founded by Frenchmen and then the neighborhood went to hell. I remember machines at the beach that had Negro Puppets that would dance when you put in a coin; probable not racist because I suppose Indians or Cossacks would have worked too; when a Black female singer is performing, is that racist?
In 1971, I was stationed in Biloxi and saw some heavy paper feed sacks with Folk Art on them like the General Store and Keen Blade shown above, a Negro playing a banjo, so I bought one. I gave it later to the FAMU Museum. When people paint scenes of Rednecks with banjos and corncob pipes, I don’t automatically want to fight. When they tear down statues of Gen Lee, that’s different; may New Orleans sleep with the fishes.
Is it ever illegal to kill a woman.
Blow up that ad if you can. The boss wants to kill his secretary because she’s a bimbo!
This was funny … even back then??
I think the tragedy of changeable history is you eventually live long enough everything you said or did as a youth is now evil/racist/sexist/bigoted etc.
Here we thought we were so progressive in our youth, we were outraged at so much. Then we grow up to find we are the living anachronisms.
We still call homosexuals ‘queers’. We secretly loath Caitlyn Jenner. We have barely crawled out of the muck our wife-beating fathers snoggled in.
loathe
In a stunning reversal, the bandit burns me with my own spelling nazi stunt.
Ah, Karma, your a bitch!
Karma, you are also a bitch.
you’re j/k
Ai Yi Yi Yi I am the Frito Bandito
Pity so many do not know this song. It is Cielito Lindo.
“Ay, ay, ay, ay, Sing and don’t cry, Because singing, they brighten up, Lovely sky, the hearts.”
The song is equivalent to American’s favorite – O Suzanna, which is why you could expect any Mexican to know the lyrics. This is my translation which is closer to the intent rather than the literal but inadequate translation in the video above. The title is Lovely Little Heaven but it doesn’t fit in the lyrics so I dropped the word lovely, sue me.
Cielito Lindo
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Sing and don’t cry
because with singing, hearts gladden
(my) little Heaven
From the bronze sierra
(my) little Heaven they are descending
A pair of dark eyes (my) little Heaven
in stealthy fashion
From the bronze sierra
(my) little Heaven they are descending
A pair of dark eyes (my) little Heaven
in stealthy fashion
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Sing, don’t cry
because with singing, hearts gladden
(my) little Heaven
Sing and don’t cry
because with singing, hearts gladden
(my) little Heaven
That beauty mark that you’ve got
(my) little Heaven near your lips
don’t give to anyone else, (my) little Heaven
I’m waiting for it.
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My Granny Fanny called pecans dipped in chocolate Nigger Toes. I didn’t think a thing about it. Neither did my black friend who visited her house with me. They were delicious.
The snowflakes are the dregs of the liberal movement. They have no frontier to go to that man has not been to before. These corn nuts are ridiculous. Who gives a flying fuck about cornflakes except the snowflakes. The liberals will never succeed in making the world inoffensive.
I piss off a few people but most laugh when I show them the little bags of Conguitos Candy (choc covered peanuts) I get from Spain.
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This ridiculous complaint reminds me of my soccer coaching days of young girls . I had a great time working with the team on fundamentals and put quite a few wins in their memories . I had a mixed race team and only one issue in 4 years of coaching , one rather large black girl could not run very fast but wow could she clear that ball when she connected so I placed her on defense as the sweeper and thought nothing of it she was a strong player but heavy and slow but this position with her size and ability she intimadated the fast smaller girls attacking her goalie . Her parents were into the Afro- Centric stuff and wore the garb to the games and their daughter had an African name . It was brought to my attention my top notch sweeper and her parents were unhappy with their daughter being designated sweeper . I was puzzled for a second and then realized they saw the title or tag as racist WTF . She saved the day many times with her strong kicking ability so I explained that sweeper is just a nickname for the teams Supreme Defender . Again WTF you got to be really looking for a reason to be offended but some tender snowflake in all colors seems to find it !
This song doesn’t get much play anymore I guess because when anything at all can possibly be interpreted as racist, it will be, regardless of the humorous intent. Well, except that the white male can be ridiculed in thousands of ads and that’s okay.
One of Hank Williams Greatest Hits:
Kaw-Liga was a wooden indian
Standin’ over by the door
Fell in love with a Chocktaw maid
Over in the Georgia store
Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin’ there, don’t never let it show
She don’t ever answer yes or no
An, he always wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old black ‘hawk
Maiden wore her beads and braids
An hoped someday he’d talk
Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin’ there, don’t never show a sign
‘Cause his heart is made of knotty pine
Chorus
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga, ain’t never got a kiss
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga, you don’t know what you what miss
Is it any wonder, that his face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor old wooden head
–Fiddle Solo–
Kaw-Liga was a lonely indian
Never went nowhere
Heart was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin’ the long, black hair
Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin’ there, don’t never show a sign
‘Cause his heart was made of knotty pine
And then one day, a wealthy customer
Bought the indian maid
Took her oh so far away
An’ ol’ Kaw-Liga stayed
Kaw-Liga, oooohhhh
Standin’ there, as lonesome as can be
Ah just wishin’ he were still an ol’ pine tree
Chorus
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga
You just ain’t never had no kissin’
Poor ol’ Kaw-Liga
Hoss, you don’t know what your missin’
Is it any wonder, that your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol’ wooden head
Just a head
Just a head