Guest Post by Hardscrabble Farmer
There are few things in life I enjoy as much as watching my ideological enemies circle the wagons and in the heat of the moment run over their own brethren/sisteren/otherkins.
Even I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a guy trying to kiss a pretty girl- hey, that’s life. If she doesn’t want him to kiss her, it’s not that hard to turn your head and say goodnight, what’s the big deal? Has that ever not happened to anyone ever? But I am not in charge of the Neo-Puritans of the left and their ever changing standards, I just watch them dance on the heads a million pins trying to keep up with the music that the DJ be sketchin’.
This one gets me though. Womynz supposed to be in it together, but naw, dawg, not when they silver-maned brony be the target. Here are the same unattractive, butch cut wearing femmes who headed for the fainting couches when Trump said he could grab it, now spinning on their moral axis saying that the bitch be all cray-cray accusing they pimp Tommy Brokaw of unwanted advances. I thought no meant no? Whatever happened to the #MeToo solidarity of the day before yesterday? I guess that meant as much as anything else they’ve ever said, bupkus.
The downfall of the left appears apocalyptic. All I can hear is the rending of garments and gnashing of teeth and it sounds sweet.
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