Posts tagged ‘Humor’

April 14, 2016

The Window of Knowledge & Opportunity

by Firepower

i see Good Things for megan n’ ME

As America slides inexorably into the pit, every successive generation will be dumber – more atavistic.  That means it will be harder to recover with each passing year. So, future decades are impossibly dark to imagine.

Those that actually saw a Golden Age of America will die-off, leaving cultural orphans who only ever knew Bill Clinton as the “good old days.”  Then they die and future folks think Obama The Great truly was great.

This is how declines happen. Nobody remains to explain the moments of National Stupidity for World War One or Prohibition. The same now for Our Historic Black President, the Bushite Dynasty and the resulting mess of today.

My comrade Ryu sees Good Things ahead and I appreciate his positivism vis-a-vis my pragmatism. Still, hope is not strategy. The trend towards growing stupidity, venality and degeneration must be addressed when imagining the hope of those future “Good Things” – lest it be just another pipe dream, like religious salvation.

February 26, 2016

Understanding Muzz Through Rooshi

by Firepower

Once Successfully Hooked on Ryu’s Patented “Manson” Opener!

Rooishi made the news. He made Drudge! Albeit for a failure to even rally a hundred national participants to a meetup. More eyeballs show up to see Kylie Kardashian walk in a plastic surgeon’s office to laser the latest venereal wart.

Still, I learned from him. But, I learned more from muh roisshi than teh rooishi. I read neither now. I learned even more from Tyler “Owen” McDurden. Don’t read him anymore, either.

I used to correspond frequently with rooshi pre-Return of Kings when he was plain old ROOSH V on his eponymous blog and his head was 10x smaller. His humor is as dry as an Iranian Cactus (cactii sandniggerus). He takes himself way too seriously – for even a worshiped God MPUAG. As if he’s the prophet of some True Religion. Like Milli Vanilli offing hisself for …..

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December 8, 2015

Burn Hollywood

by Firepower

Burn Hollywood burn, I smell a riot

The Rumpus Room is well-decorated at Ryu’s Mansion

Goin’ on first they’re guilty now they’re gone
Yeah I’ll check out a movie
But it’ll take a white one to move me

Get me the hell away from this T V
All this news and views are beneath me
‘Cause all I hear about is shots ringin’ out
So I rather kick some slang out

All right fellas let’s go hand out
Hollywood or would they not
Make us all look bad like I know they had
But some things I’ll never forget, yeah

So step and fetch this shit
For all the years we looked like clowns
The joke is over smell the smoke from all around
Burn Hollywood burn

Ice Cube is down with the comedy
Now every single white bitch wanna be he
Big Daddy is smooth word to mother
Let’s check out a flick that exploits the coloreds

Roamin’ thru Hollywood late at night
Red and blue lights what a common sight
Pulled to the curb gettin’ played like….

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August 25, 2015

God Is A Nigger

by Firepower

This Is My Beloved Thordaddy, In Whom I AM Well-Pleased

[ht: TD]

Here’s your spot td, to chop away at your keyboard and expound on all that…(ahem) interesting philosophy you espouse:

God created Mankind in His image.

As proven in the archaeological and Anthropological record, the first humans are black.

Therefore: God is a Nigger

God’s Son was sent down to earth – as a jew.

Thus, God loves niggers and jews the most.

Therefore, you hurt His feelings when you disobey His choice to raise both the nigger and jew above you lowly whites…

August 20, 2015

Manhattan Hovels

by Firepower

JS Slept HERE

[hat tip JS:]

All in fun. Don’t huff off madd…

Looks like it is true – from a real, live Man-Hattanite’s mansperience: Manhattan is the Land O’ The Pewr infested with colored filth for miles around. Just not from the 2nd floor up. It’s not Brazil, where crawling colored filth stink up the place a short trip across …

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June 12, 2015

TTITS: Bicycle Boi

by Firepower

Ah, yes. True Tales in the Street.

There once was this weird kid on my street who creeped everybody out – friends, family, guests, hot chicks and people of all ages who saw him – I mean everybody. He was a chubster – and Pugsley look-a-like; it became my nickname for him.

He’d ride his bike up and down, up and down and up the sidewalk, aimlessly for hours on end, furiously peddling nowhere, muttering to himself like an ADD Ritalin Ranger, sprinkling Creep Juice all over the pavement.

Up and down he went for years on end. No friends. Disturbed – like  ….

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