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[tariah23]

I’m not rooting for Candace Owens just because she spoke out about israel and Zionists, man.

[keywestlou]

RESPECT FOR TRUMP DIMINISHING

It cannot be denied Trump continues to be a power. Though things are happening that reflect the power diminishing.  As respect for him diminishes, so too does his power.

One example is Truth Social. Trump announced this week his personal social media was in the process of becoming a reality. Its purpose to follow the truth. What a joke!

The site would officially begin in November. However Trump immediately posted a test version where people could sign in merely by providing their names.

The fact that the site will provide Trump with broad access is a disgrace. His large number of followers will subscribe. He will have immediate access to them and the world via the site. It will be Trump’s tool to spread lies.

Though despicable in itself, Trump will reap a harvest.

Trump is doing the project with DWAC, a special purpose acquisition company. DWAC sells stock with the intention of buying private firms. The announcement reported DWAC would invest $293 million in the Trump project.

The announcement caused the price of he stock to triple in one day.

A major DWAC investor SABA Capital announced it was bailing out and selling all its stock. It wanted nothing to do with Trump. SABA’s principal said the the decision was “not even a close call.” Some people will not go to bed with dogs that have fleas.

Another “adverse” occurrence is Trump’s new site has already been hacked. Within hours, the unreleased test version was invaded. A picture of a defecating pig posted to the “donaldjtrump” account.

Truth Social was pulled off line immediately.

The site will return with all the necessary bells and whistles to hopefully protect it from similar hacking in the future.

The House of Representatives voted yesterday to hold Bannon in criminal contempt. Nine Republicans joined with the Democrats in the voting. The matter is now in the hands of the Attorney General as to whether the criminal contempt charge should be presented to a grand jury.

What a waste of time! The matter should be moving swiftly. Not doing so. I worry Merrick Garland will take forever and in effect sit on the contempt charge forever while deciding what to do.

Recall several months ago I warned of my concern when Garland’s nomination for Attorney General was announced. An honorable man without question. However, an appellate judge for more than 20 years. I advised my concern that a judge who served that long was not the best choice to be a prosecutor. His thought process had changed in those 20 years.

My fear was that in crossing every t and dotting every i, Garland would take forever in getting things done. And now as far as Bannon is concerned, decide in the final analysis Bannon should not be criminally cited.

My concern was reflected yesterday when Garland apparel before the House Judiciary Committee. He expressed his concern for the “jail problem” as Bannon’s contempt matter might affect it. He explained something we all know. The jails are full off gangs. Some whose members on the outside may have been perpetrators on January 6.

Were they to be arrested and convicted, the jails would have increased problems as a result.

Not the way to think! The judicial system was not set up to worry about impacts resulting from arresting someone. The way it is done is to arrest forthwith and convict a perpetrator and thereafter deal with the resulting problem.

No one should be permitted to spit in the face of the United States and get away with it. Bannon was and is part of the January 6 problem. The subpoena should have been approved by Justice yesterday.

These are dark days. So many things either not moving in orderly fashion or not not moving at all. Most elected officials by their actions reflect little care for their country. And more. Everything is a mess government wise.

There is a need for joy in the land. A smile. Some kumbaya.

Several months ago, I shared with you the Italian Grocery Store video. A happy work. Provided me with a smile and laugh.

I am replaying the video today. I hope it brings you some momentary joy.

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Enjoy your day!

RESPECT FOR TRUMP DIMINISHING was originally published on Key West Lou

[renegade-is-in-my-blood]

Summer 2019 was full of exploring for me. Not only did I got the chance to travel to Poland for a few days and share my travels with you, but I also explored Hungary’s capital city Budapest. You can find all of my polish trips in my Travel section. Our small group of five wanted to get to know Budapest at it’s best so we got ourselves a private tour guide guy to walk us through the city.

After our Polish trips, we stayed one day at home to kind of get our shit together. Early morning we headed to Budapest what’s like 5 hours car ride from my hometown.  We were given directions by our tour guy beforehand.

My sister found the guy in our research part of the trip. She simply googled Slovakian speaking tour guides for small group and found the one. She messaged him on facebook and asked for more info of his tour. He was quite young, freshly married guy from east of Slovakia just like us and it was great to have a tour in our native tongue for a change. Late we found out he’s been living in Hungary for 7 years and eventually married there. Generally, he was a very nice and funny guy and not only was his speech about Budapest interesting, but he also found a nice subtle way to turn his tour into sort of friends gathering and discussing the history of a city. The six of us were walking down Budapest’s streets chatitng and learning.

I have never had such a private tour and I must say I loved it.

When you’re in a regular-sized tour group what is usually like 25-30 people it could be difficult to speak your mind or ask questions when you’re shy. But when you’re surrounded by your family it’s much more open. What I appreciated the most was the fact that he adjusted our tour to our needs and requirements. When we were setting the tour up we mentioned to him that I like to take photos and I’d like to see some places worth the shot and he did. He also accommodated the tour to our age. There were 3 people under the age of 23 in our group and my parents so our tour guy showed us places we all could enjoy.

I’m sure you’re wondering how much does private tour guide costs. Well, it was 120 euros for 4 hours paid in advance.

Due to the traffic, we were 20 minutes late for our meeting with the tour guy but we called him about it and he patiently waited for us. We met near the Heroes square where we were looking for a guy in a yellow shirt as he was navigating us to free parking spot and later on showed us how to pay for the parking.

Our tour started at the Heroes square where our tour guy introduced us to the basics of Budapest.

I must say we chose the hottest day to explore Budapest. It was like 33°C and we would not have survived it without a bottle of water, shadow and my beloved MINERALIZING THERMAL WATER from VICHY but I’ve also tired THERMAL SPRING WATER FACE MIST by La Roch Posay and I honestly can’t pick my favorite. Everyone in my group was all over them and they managed to use them all up for me. That’s how hot it was.

It’s very difficult to focus when you’re sweating so much but we managed to have a good time anyway. Our tour guide took us from Heroes square to St. Stephen’s Basilica by metro and let me tell you that buying metro tickets was a very interesting experience.

You’re standing in front of a big digital screen that offers you several different languages even Slovakian among them. Everything is laid out so easily it’s really hard to mess up. Unfortunately, you can only buy one ticket at once and you can only pay by card. So every time you have to start again with all of that typing. Takes time.

24 hours ticket we bought was like 5euros.

Budapest’s yellow metro line, M1 or Millenniumi Földalatti Vasú was nothing like I imagined. It’s a really old small train and it’s actually the oldest metro line in Europe.

What was unfortunate was that all of the names of the stops were only pronounced in the metro and not displayed anywhere. So if you don’t understand hungarian you just have to hope for the best and just wait to see what stop you’re at.

We also took other lines that were pretty modern and standard. Just like the ones in Prague.

What was different from Prague’s was that there were ticket inspectors standing at every stop checking peoples tickets. Almost impossible to travel for free.

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As it was summer Budapest was adequately full of tourists. Despite the heat. St. Stephens basilica was spectacular. I’m a sucker for over the top golden churches and this one was one of the best I ever visited. St. Stephens Basilica is named after the first king of Hungary and his actual right hand is still displayed in the basilica as a relic

Just check out the photos.

We arrived at the time of Hungarian local elections that will happen this October 2019 so there were many campaigns going on all over Budapest. Several stands were in front of the St. Stephens basilica or Castle hill where we were headed next.

Besides the metro, we used local buses for transportation which was great cuz our tour guide could give us his lecture in the comfort of the bus. On our way, we had to pass through the famous Chain bridge guided by the lions’ statues. During that day we would pass it several times but I was stung by it every time.

The best thing about castle hill was the panoramic view over the Budapest. Even better it was for free. There is Fisherman’s Bastion on the Buda Castle Hill that looks phenomenal but everyone thinks so and the place was so crowded.

Supposedly you can take better photos of the Budapest from there for a price, but our tour guy told us it’s really not worth it and we believe him.

  There is plenty to do at Castle Hill district, lots of museum and attractions.

The streets there look like from a fairytale. Small, cute houses of different colors. Looks like a very sweet neighborhood.

Next, we stopped by Matthias Church that had the most interesting rooftop I have ever seen. It looked like it was made out of bottle caps. In a combination of pure white walls and towers, it was sigh like no other. Another famous attraction is right in front of it – Holy Trinity Statue.

We were pretty tired from the heat already so our tour guy led us to Ruszwurm Confectionery. It was founded in 1827 and till this day the interior looks the same. It’s one of the oldest confectionery in Europe and its Budapest best one. They serve Hungarians famous The Ruszwurm Cake, referred to as creamy and it’s hard to describe the heavenly taste of it.

Ruszwurm is highly rated and it’s a must when visiting Budapest.

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After our coffee stop, we visited the Dohány Street Synagogue that’s the worlds second biggest synagogue. The bigger one is only in New York.

Slowly we headed to my favorite part of the whole Budapest trip. As I mentioned our tour guy accommodated our trip to our age and showed us the famous bars.

He led us to Ruin Bars.

When he tried to explain what we’re about to see, he hot all tongue twisted and told us it’s really hard to explain.

Ruin bars are built in the old Jewish quarter in the ruins of abandoned buildings. From the outside, it looks like nothing special. Empty building.

Once you step in it’s like you entered another dimension.

At first glance, it looks like a mess. A shit-ton of random stuff either hanging or laying all over the place. The light is dim, sort of reddish. Feels like you’re suddenly underground. Lots of flora in the strangest places. There are several bars in there that all together create the spirit of the Ruin Bars.

Hands down it’s the most hipster, funky, artistic place I have ever been to and I was overwhelmed by it. You could spend days there and not fully take in what was going on. Each bar had its own style. Lots of lights, statues, stickers, electronics, graphite and general mess that created the beauty of ruin bars.

Ruin bars look like how you feel when you’re high.

I’m gonna show you some photos I took but they didn’t capture the great, lay back atmosphere of the place.

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Ruins bar is not something many tourist visits in Budapest but I think they should. It’s an experience like no other.

Our 4 hours of the private tour were almost up and our guy gave us some tips on what to do in Budapest on our own. With helpful recommendations for our tour guide, we went to have late lunch and head to the Budapest’s zoo. All of that’s gonna be in a separate article soon.

We were staying the night at Hotel Bara we found on booking. Simple bed and breakfast close to the center. Great for one night.

Toatlly recommending.

The bus stop was right in front of the hotel and it took us like 4 stops to get to the main center. At the first stop that sounded familiar from our tour guy tour, we got off. We didn’t have any particular place in mind so we wandered the streets and got some souvenirs.

My sister and her boyfriend wanted to go to the Budapest eye but there were just too many people waiting in line so instead, we all had dinner with a great view over nigh Budapest. I’m sure Budapest from up there would have been incredible.

We were still missing one major tourist attraction of Budapest.

The Hungarian Parliament Building.

We got there by metro. Right that day was held some big football match so we were traveling with plenty of loud football fans in sweaty green jerseys. They were all singing and screaming so I guess they have won the match.

I’m so glad we got to visit the parliament so late at night.

The parliament building was perfectly lit. There were fireflies flying all around and the magic was enhanced by the lack of people. It was so peaceful to take in the sigh of light up Budapest so late in the night. Temperatures were finally bearable and I would stay there forever if we weren’t all so freaking tired.

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During the whole day, I was amazed by the romantic architecture of the city. I just love old European towns and the vibe of them. What surprised me the most was the number of vintage shops. There were old retro clothes selling all over. Antique books selling from the cart in the middle of the street. Music shops. Ruin bars.

I never thought Budapest would be so artistic and I didn’t even see the half of it.

There and then I promised myself I’ll be back.

This was just the first day of our trip to Budapest and I was surprised by how many new information I could gain in a day. I was exhausted from both the heat and the full day of activities.

I’m sure Budapest would have been memorable even without a private tour guide but he made sure we understand why is Budapest so fascinating.

  Our private tour of Budapest Summer 2019 was full of exploring for me. Not only did I got the chance to travel to Poland for a few days and share my travels with you, but I also explored Hungary's capital city Budapest.

[minxybabetalks-blog]

Maybe it was the physical act of changing locations or psychologically knowing that I’m officially away from the daily grind, but I haven’t been this calm in quite some time.

My plane got in at 5:00 am (Iceland’s time zone) and let’s just start with how amazing their airport is!  First stop is currency exchange and I’m thinking I have a lot of money to start with.  No ma’am Pam.  It’s hella expensive in Iceland and I’m not talking about airport goodies.  The entire country is on inflation.  And let me tell you, to my shock and delight, there are black and hispanic people living in Iceland.  Moving along.

Peep the sunrise as I take the shuttle into Reykjavic.  Stellar!!

Sunrise In Iceland

I chose to stay at Kex Hostel based off some quick but thorough research.  I wanted to be surrounded by people that were friendly but minded their business.  That’s what I got.  The atmosphere was extra cozy, filled with food, drinks, music and books.  The endless chatter from the guests wasn’t obnoxious at all.  It felt like the best of a local book shop as you sip tea (or coffee if you’re into that) while you catch up on the Sunday news or browse a new book.  I ate breakfast of porridge with muesli, lemon mint tea, and a spicy pate with ground wheat crackers, tomatoes and cucumbers.  AH-mazing!!

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Check-in wasn’t until 2 pm and I had hours to kill.  I booked the tour for Golden Circle Day Tour which would take a drive around the countryside with stops at the Litli Geyser and the Secret Lagoon.  I wanted to go to the Blue Lagoon but I wasn’t aware of how packed that place gets and that I needed to book it well in advance of coming.  Lesson learned.  I can’t just wing it all the time.  But I have no regrets about the Secret Lagoon.  More on that later.

Of the things I forgot to pack up, my converter and adapter for my electronics.  I stowed my bag away and headed into town.  I got what I needed at the local convenience store, grabbed a quick snack at the local bakery and toured for a bit.  Maybe it was due to the fact that their tourism has exploded in the past few years.  Some 2-3 million visitors a year with a population size of less than 400K.  I was the lone black person and not even a eye was blinked.  Everyone, EVERYONE, spoke English just as fluently as they spoke their native language.  A woman did comment how she loved the color of my braids but it was in such a way that she saw braids before and the particular colors I used was nice.  Nor did she give me the inkling that she was about to make a grab for them like I was a new teacup poodle.

Seeing familiar sights of restaurants like Dominoes and Subway.

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Comforts from home

Subway’s a safe bet

A dedicated museum/gallery dedicated to dicks (or phallics, whatever is pc for you).

Suitable dick pic? The Icelandic Phallological Museum

On tour, there was so much to see and take in.  The serenity of Iceland is indescribable.  Now, I have a serious disdain for horses, but these horses, Icelandic horses (don’t call them ponies) didn’t smell (maybe it’s because of the Icelandic air), were friendly, small and understood multiple languages (or so the tour guide bragged).  I allowed myself to pet them.  Their fur was so soft and incredible.  Have one of them playfully bump in my chest was funny.  He thought I had food for him and I had to quickly let him know that I was broke and times were hard.

We stopped by the Sprungna fissure, which is an awesome and overwhelming experience.  As told by the tour guide, we were in the valley created by the tectonic plates between the North American and European continents.  I was seriously sending out prayers that the Earth did not decide to show off it’s power and move the earth while I was inside of it.  Dying on the first day of my trip from being swallowed by the earth is not on my itinerary.  With that being said, we bus stopped over the bridge so I actually go to stand in the space where two continental shelves meet.  Can you wrap your head around that?

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We stopped by the Litli Geyser.  I was able to eat some great, albeit expensive, food.  I walked along the geysers.  One geyser in the distance erupted and I got to see it from a ways back but the one closest to me, punked me.  It looked like was about to erupt, but, after 15 mins, all it did was steam, sputter and cough.  Oh well.  Moving along.

    Our next stop was the Secret Lagoon hot springs.  One of the most incredible experiences of my life, thus far.  I can’t compare it to any other hot spring since I’ve never tried one, but I’m in love with this one and want to make this an annual health vacation for myself.  Having to strip down in cold weather, walk out in to the cold in a wet body, QUICKLY get my ass from cold rock to heated water.  That’s a shock to the body.  But, man, that water was amazing.  Filled with all these minerals, I felt toxins leave my body (no exaggeration).  Every bit of stress that I had built up in my body over the last few years was leached out.  I braved the cold one more time for a glass (plastic though) of wine and floated around.  I played some Bachata threw my phone (Prince Royce),  I rubbed my toes all through the heated black rocks at the bottom of the springs (insta-massage).  The water was so clear!!!  The rocks lining the pool was heated so the water at the edges was hotter than the center.  I don’t know if there is a heaven, but this is that experience where you think that this must be that.  My level of relaxation went from 0 to 100.  I was a mushy mess leaving.  All the dead skin on my body was gone and my skin was smooth and hydrated.  Not that I was dirty (you have to thoroughly wash before going in) but, like I said, the toxins just came out of me.  I didn’t even want to walk anymore, cursing the universe for not let me be able to float like I wanted.

I slept on the drive back.  It wasn’t even a choice.  We arrived back at the hostel and I grabbed some wine, tea and food (expensive as heck) and regret nothing.  To top off the night, Kex Hostel has a nightly Jazz session.  It was good music, too.  I’ve heard better Jazz but coupled with the trip, the fresh, clean air, the hot springs, and a full belly of good organic food, this would be the best Jazz session I’ve ever attended.  I curled up on the couch, sipped my tea and zoned out with the rest of the guest.

       What’s a great description of my interaction with everyone?  PERSONAL SPACE.  I had all I wanted, but I didn’t feel invisible.

My overall feeling of Iceland is one of peace and simplicity.  Knowing that there are PoC living there made me think that this place could be a viable option to move to.  That’s one of the goals of this trip.  I’m long over living in the US.  Everyone was chill, friendly and interesting. I must note that I finally saw another black woman later that night at Kex as well as this gorgeous Pakistani woman that was dorm mates with me.  We chatted it up over tea and wine.  Sharing stories with another woman from Germany who was on a similar journey as me.

I never did get to see those Northern Lights.  Considering that I spent a lot for the day trip, limited funds for 6 weeks of travel, I just couldn’t swing shelling out more for a 3 hour night trip to see lights that may or may not happen.  Next time, though.

A few things that would stop me.  It’s cold there.  I know, you’re thinking “No shit, Sherlock”.  Hear me out.  It’s not a slap you in the face cold like upstate NY, but an insidious cold that creeps in on the cellular level and it was only October.  The natives clothing choice is built for necessity.  If I never wanted to go out again or needed witness protection, this would be the place to escape to.  I would have to make peace with letting go of material possession as their culture promotes interaction with their environment.  They are truly outdoorsy people and I find it so cool.  For now, it’s a consideration for my next move.

Another note, don’t let these cheap flight to Iceland distract you from the fact that it’s crazy expensive to live here.  Carry on…

Twenty-four hours later, I’m up in the air.  I had a total of 4 hours of sleep in a 2 day period but I left much more calm and collected, serene, than I’ve ever felt in my life.  Maybe, it’s worth giving up all I know, if this is a feeling I can always have.

Next stop, Amsterdam.

#PassportsUp

Day 2: Icelandic Magic – Serenity Maybe it was the physical act of changing locations or psychologically knowing that I'm officially away from the daily grind, but I haven't been this calm in quite some time.

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My College Campus’s LGBT Community

Recently in my multicultural education class, we had a question and answer session with our campus’s LGBT community. Most of them looked exactly what you would expect them to look like: fat and ugly. Or visually repulsive, as I like to call them. If I saw any of these gargoyles on campus, I would immediately know that they’re gay, or whatever they identify as this week.  My gaydar is spot on. Not only are they fat, but they look like disgusting monsters, and none of them could ever create a friendship outside of their abnormal club. Now, I don’t hate gay people, and I support them to live their lives however they see fit. However, the LGBT community is full of radical queers who try to control everyone else, and they live in their own delusional world.

           When they first shuffled into the classroom, they all wrote their names and pronouns on the whiteboard. All of their pronouns were feminine. The lard asses, plus the semi-sexy half-dyke, then encouraged us to always tell people our preferred pronouns when we meet them. This is absolutely autistic for a number of reasons. First of all, trannies only make up around 0.3% of the total population; that means that 99.7% of the population identifies with the gender they were born with (dailycaller.com). So, policing 99.7% of the population’s language in order to never offended 0.3% of the population is completely absurd. I will refer to someone as a “he” if they’re male, or a “she” if they’re female, and will not first ask what their pronouns are upon meeting them. I will, however, use whatever pronouns someone would prefer me to refer to them as, I just won’t ask everyone I meet what pronouns they prefer.

They’ve changed the name of their community of freaks too. I don’t know if they did this themselves specifically on campus, or if the name just got longer everywhere. Apparently now, it’s: LGBTQAAP+2s. I shit you not, they fucking added 2s into it. 2s means two spirited, and its origins come from Native Americans; hundreds of years ago, or whatever, some Natives believed that they possessed the spirit of both a man and a woman. Basically, how they explained transgenderism back then. So, the buffet addicts of today added that into their long list of letters for some reason. Although, I highly doubt anyone in their toilet community identifies as 2s, or maybe all of them do just to be trendy.

           One of the cows was asexual. I refer to her as a cow because she was literally grazing during our class. Granted, she was only eating almonds and not a greasy cheeseburger, but still eating nonetheless. That’s something I’m still shocked by: that she literally had to stuff her fat gullet during an “informative” period. I was informed, informed about how much more mentally diseased these people are than I could have ever imagined. She also had an odd haircut that made her look extremely dyke. These people try to look like outcasts, and they’re doing a wonderful job. Probably the only wonderful job they’ve ever successfully accomplished. One of the biological girls said something about how she tries to stand out from most people and look gay. I can’t remember exactly what she said, I wasn’t paying that much attention to what she was saying, nor did I give a shit. So, they marginalize themselves, then get offended for being marginalized. And who’s always at fault? The straight white man. Fascists.

           The tranny, oh my fucking god, the tranny. Absolutely horrifying. My group’s social justice project is on sexism against men, and I could tell that they were triggered by the looks on their faces when we mentioned it to them. Two of my group members asked these things about their illogical opinions on our subject, and their answers were exactly what one would expect from people who should have been diagnosed with down syndrome. My group members said something about how men’s lives are considered less valuable than women’s and children’s because it’s women and children first in survival situations. The semi-sexy half-dyke’s answer was that men just think of women and children as weaker, and unable to take care of themselves. Women and children absolutely are weaker than men. Then, they tranny said that it was because of the patriarchy. No facts were brought up about the patriarchy, or given a proper explanation of what it is, it just simply is there is oppress women. Even though women clearly have the same rights as men do, at least in Western countries.

           I didn’t enjoy sitting in a room with them at all. I had a slight headache, and the semi-sexy half-dyke was wearing some strong perfume that smelled like ass, and it made me feel even worse. I forgot to mention that the semi-sexy half-dyke isn’t fat, I’m not attracted to the obese. So, not only were these people visually unappealing, but they: sounded like shit, smelled like shit, and didn’t have properly functioning brains. They were unappealing to three of the five senses, and had a 75% obesity rate. Ok, maybe not all of them were technically obese, but they were still pig people. Still, they portrayed an accurate representation of the lesbian obesity crisis. A study conducted by the National Institutes of Health found that 75% of lesbians are overweight (washingtonpost.com). That’s 25% higher than straight women, and double the blubber rate for gay men. So, lesbians are just really fat people, generally speaking. There are some hot lesbians, who have their waistlines under control.

           Now, allow me to critique the bisexual bitch (the semi-sexy half-dyke). Immediate when she walked in, I thought that she must be, and was hoping, that she was bi. Correct again; my gaydar is never wrong. She talked about how she hates it when straight boys ask her if she likes threesomes. Then, my professional victim professor had to single me out, and then my entire table because I admitted to the class that it’s hot when two lesbians are making out. Let me be clearer, this week we were learning about homophobia, and he wanted to know if the guys in the class were attracted to lesbians. Nobody was answering this obvious question, so he called on our table because it was made up entirely of men; my response was “it depends”. If two girls are attractive and kissing, that most certainly is a sexy sight. Although, not all lesbians are created equal, some, most of them, are way too fat to be considered attractive by heterosexual men. (Again, look for the link in my sources if you need further convincing). She should take it was a compliment that so many guys ask her that. It means guys think that she’s a hot lesbian. If she wasn’t, nobody would even be talking to her in the first place, let alone ask her about her sex life. Besides, the closest thing most lesbians get toward sex is KFC. That reminds me of what the cow said, in a desperate attempt to try to be funny that failed miserably, “who needs sex when there’s cake”. Fat logic is evident with that one. She probably has sex with cake. I don’t have any evidence to back up that claim, but it’s my non-obese gut feeling.

           Another odd thing these sub humans do, as if they could get any weirder, is snapping their fingers. In an attempt to keep our classroom a “safe space”, they snap their fingers when they disagree with each other, I believe. Randomly when one of the dykes was talking, another one would snap their fingers, and nobody would say or do anything about it. It was so weird.

So, the LBGT community is full of: fat, ugly, stupid, ignorant, perpetual victims, and conspiracy theorists. Nobody should take them seriously, and they should all just fuck off.

Sources:

Hicks, Josh. "Why the federal government spent $3 million to study lesbian obesity." The Washington Post. WP Company, 02 Sept. 2014. Web. 04 Apr. 2017.

"Exactly Zero Point Three Percent Of Americans Are Transgender." The Daily Caller. N.p., n.d. Web. 04 Apr. 2017.