I had some fucking ass-clown on Twitter today call me a “San Fran Fag.” The entire time I was in the Army I lived in the the South, Georgia for some months, then North Carolina for 4 years. I also spent parts of every summer as a kid in Louisiana. The entire time I was there, whether it was my platoon mates, grandparent’s friend’s kids, or my neighbors when I lived off post, they made fun of me for being from NEAR San Francisco, not even being from the city. I live in the city now though, and it still pisses me off. Why? Because dumb ignorant fucks who have never been out of their: dumbass, illiterate, backwater, bum fuck, town, don’t know what the fuck they are talking about. Hey, your opinion is you opinion, if you think this city is “full of faggots,” that’s your dumbass opinion, but when you insult me and drop a negative connotation, you are a dumb ignorant fuck that I want to beat to death with a pressure treated railroad tie. It’s really more full of douche bags that are fucking ignorant pussy bigots themselves. Me? I fucking hate everybody, if you fit a stereotype, that’s the way it is.
Talking shit on Twitter and blogs really isn’t even worth thinking about, truly. At first I got super mad and wanted to get on here and make a bulleted list of why I could kick his ass, my size and athleticism, my Army training and combat hardenedness(sic), martial arts and fighting background, etc. Not worth the time. The fact is though, you take that ignorance and arrogance and you give it to people with confidence and decent looks, that grew up in the ‘burbs, and you get the kind of fuckers I deal with all the time. See, I have a serious problem with this stop bullying shit. I got bullied hard as fuck, all the time, because I was always different, and I’d tell people to fuck off. When I was a small skinny kid I lost more than I won. But then I started winning, convincingly. Nowadays those bullies are kissing my ass, buying me drinks, and asking for jobs. We need to get away from this pussified culture and let kids fight, and tell them to fight back, not run away, we would have way less suicides and shootings, trust me. Also, if half these fuck-stains had been hit in the face before they wouldn’t talk shit to me, or do dumb shit, like blatantly asking my fiance to blow me off. I am 6’1/6’2″ 270lbs, with a resting heart beat in the mid to low 60′s, yet they still do this. I have a mean fucking overhand right, I throw it like an outfielder throws home to throw out the runner. When it connects, it breaks orbital bones, literally plural. Anyways, enough ranting for tonight.
I will see you folks tomorrow, looking to short my mortal enemy ZNGA.
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15 Responses to Respect my Overhand Right
That was awesome
Thanks boss, lol.
“you take that ignorance and arrogance and you give it to people with confidence and decent looks, that grew up in the ‘burbs”
sounds like most of wall st
Now I gotta write a post about my douchebag sell-side neighbor.
The burbs suck – sterile, sheltering, homogenous. Stay urban, it’s the real world.
I live in the city bro.
“Talking shit on Twitter and blogs really isn’t even worth thinking about, truly.”
You just made it ironic. I knew I was going to have to explain this to you imbeciles. “Talking shit” means that you go out of your way to insult or say something negative about someone. I did not mention a name, and I did not go to someone else’s blog and attack them, e.g. in their comments. You have just proven me right, congratulations, you get the gold medal in “douchery[sic].”
The sexual revolution created a vast welfare state filled with mama-boy-bastards.
Is it just me, or did calling someone or something “gay” (or any semblance thereof) stop being an insult in like 3rd grade?
Also, I have found that any adult male who is obsessed with the sexual orientation of another adult male probably has some homoerotic shit they need to sort out.
I 100% agree
270 is not healthy unless you look like The Rock
rhino looks like the rock if the rock was actually a power lifter who could knock people out in real life instead of an actor.
having met both the rock and rhino i’d have to say that if I had to fight one of them I’d pick Rock 8 days a week.
haha thanks man, except super pale because it’s always foggy here. I, for some reason, am getting leaner, but I just keep adding muscle. I think it’s the IPA.
Anti-wussification works. In Hawaii, there’s actually the stereotype of the Mahu who can scrap. They got teased, they got tough. Now it’s understood that you don’t mess with them unless you want to wake up looking at the sky. Great post.