In a way it’s kind of cool that they have turned white men into the biggest bad asses in the world. They used to try to make us out as these harmless over-eager nerds. Now we are the edgy ones and the blacks have been turned into the biggest chapped pussy crybabies probably of all-time. Even the way we laugh off their over-the-top anti-white bigotry makes us seem so much stronger. I wonder if straight black men will ever realize that the limp whiney victimized pussy look doesn’t appeal to anyone. There was a black dude in the riots today with a “My Life Matters” sweater on. What a needy little bitch. He literally wants to “matter” to everyone who looks at him. White guys are like, “Got a shirt that says Fuck Off and Leave Me Alone?” These BLM dudes are coming off like an attention-starved ex-gf blowing up your phone with texts. “Where are you? What are you doing? Are you thinking about me? I’m thinking about you. Tell me I matter. Tell me. You say it but I don’t feel like you mean it. What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you replying? Where are you? I miss you. Do I matter? I feel like you feel like I don’t matter.”
In a way it’s kind of cool that they have turned white men into the biggest bad asses in the world. They used to try to make us out as these harmless over-eager nerds. Now we are the edgy ones and the blacks have been turned into the biggest chapped pussy crybabies probably of all-time. Even the way we laugh off their over-the-top anti-white bigotry makes us seem so much stronger. I wonder if straight black men will ever realize that the limp whiney victimized pussy look doesn’t appeal to anyone. There was a black dude in the riots today with a “My Life Matters” sweater on. What a needy little bitch. He literally wants to “matter” to everyone who looks at him. White guys are like, “Got a shirt that says Fuck Off and Leave Me Alone?” These BLM dudes are coming off like an attention-starved ex-gf blowing up your phone with texts. “Where are you? What are you doing? Are you thinking about me? I’m thinking about you. Tell me I matter. Tell me. You say it but I don’t feel like you mean it. What are you thinking about? Why aren’t you replying? Where are you? I miss you. Do I matter? I feel like you feel like I don’t matter.”