Twitter has a real problem and no, I don’t mean the fact it is the only social media company that cannot make money. I started
Today’s topic of interest is the cult of personality, also known as the celebrity fetish. While America isn’t unique in its love of other people business, it does it best and with typical American swagger. This isn’t an indictment of the country, but rather the throngs of “human” beings that worship other people for what they themselves will never be able to accomplish, which is apparently “greatness.”
I’m a misogynist! Granted, not in the traditional sense of the word, but the modern evolution of the term. It used to mean “Hate” of females, with the opposite being misandrist. In modern America, it seems to be a carnality in regards to woman. What can I say, I like tits, pussy and ass and make no qualms on my desire to visually quaff the beauty that is the female form.
No more Twitter boycotts or fake outrage over past jokes.
“Muh opinion” screams the inept, unemployed, uneducated, typical plebeian. Like a clichéd redneck from a horror movie, they’re annoying, legion and above all, wrong.
When I was a child, I lived in Salem, Massachusetts. I was born there and lived there until I was 13 years old. That was