Shit I Didn’t Post in 2015: Rolling Stone Rape

24 Dec
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Can’t stop looking at twitter. Reading about the UVA rape. Everyone is constantly being raped, no one is ever raped– weird twitter and the manosphere fighting over it… god, the sweet drama. There’s a picture of the girl now. Too late. No beating off to a rape scene you know is fake.

My side is right. College rape is hysteria. Meanwhile every former foster kid I’ve ever met had a smelly drunk on top of her at age 4. There’s no grand conspiracy. Just little kids with old demons stretching out their bald cunts in shitty ranch houses in Waukesha. But that’s not a story. It’s poor people. Wild animals. Journalists write for college house pets. That’s who buys shit from the Style section.

Why am I invested in this. It’s somehow a triumph that Sabrina Rubin Erdely was crushed so thoroughly. That Jackie made the whole thing up. Catfished her friends. A handsome boy loves me but I don’t love him because I love Randall. Randall knew enough to stay away. Better man than me. I’d be waking up to 66 missed texts about Jackie’s plans to hang herself. What a historic piece of ass she must be.

Why am I on a side. Never been accused of rape. Yes, I hate women. But only because they’re evil useless stupid lying cunts, who I’m cursed to need. They’re worthless pathetic conniving pieces of shit, every single one, with no exceptions. And I’m congenitally doomed to dance for them forever. What does that make me. A servant to a piece of shit. Sub-shit. Infra-shit. My woman hating is a mirror for my deep, justified self-hate. Not some political stance.

Maybe there’s a girl out there like me. She has a halfway decent blog about fucking. She too reads twitter rape arguments. A shared interest. Maybe she’s on the other side. An SJW but her heart isn’t in it. Tried being gay but wasn’t quite sure how to scissor. Maybe my soul mate is some screeching pink haired Oberlinite who scrutinizes Skyrim for Polygon. Xe has a point, the Redguard’s special ability is fast twitch muscle. His load screen interstitial is a dude holding aloft a stolen jewel. Why not a welfare check. The whole cultural argument, two sides of the same coin. Feminism is shadow patriarchy. Woman hating is shadow feminism. Maybe some day each MRA rape advocate will merge with some shrieking SJW, when that whiny elf gets the shard back in the crystal. I hope mine is Suey Park.

4 Responses to “Shit I Didn’t Post in 2015: Rolling Stone Rape”

  1. oscarchambers December 30, 2015 at 11:41 am #

    I would fuck Suey Park very hard, that cunt needs a good dicking down.

  2. Dark Lord (@ourlordchinchin) July 23, 2016 at 6:03 pm #

    nigga this some philosophical masterpiece.

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