Knot believe in Gravity. Facts are Rayciss©. Sucks to your Ass-Mar. Part 1

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Ever been asked whether a tree falling in the forest makes a sound if no one is around to hear it?  If you answered no, is the number of cocks you have sucked measured in thousands or tens of thousands?  If you answered something cuckish like “it depends”, “I don’t know”, or “maybe”, like a wishy washy, mayonnaise sandwich,

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Meal fit for a cuck.

who fucking cares what you think?  You don’t have the amygdala to handle a confrontation with a flaccid wet grocery bag.    If you answered yes congratulations you understand objective truth.

Lets think about this real damn hard.  What the hell is sound anyway?  Sound is defined by ANSI/ASA S1.1-2013 as “(a) Oscillation in pressure, stress, particle displacement, particle velocity, etc., propagated in a medium with internal forces (e.g., elastic or viscous), or the superposition of such propagated oscillation. (b) Auditory sensation evoked bytreefalling the oscillation described in (a).”  According to this definition, lets look at the above scenario. A trees falls in the woods.  The tree falling provides “pressure” (on the air the tree falls through, on the ground and on the tree itself when it impacts the ground), “stress” (likewise to all preceding parties), “particle displacement” (air, ground, tree), and “particle velocity” (same).

All of category A is satisfied, every piece.  If you have an argument, even a queer bait little sophist argument, lets see it.  Brandish that shit like a baseball bat and take a swing.  Next category, B.  Here is the real question, cucklet.  “Auditory sensation evoked by the oscillation described in (a)”  That the “auditory sensation evoked” is made is no longer a question, it was apparent when it checked every single box in A.  The only way one could twist the underwear of the english language into a tight ball of severed testicles is to say that a sensation does not exist if there is nothing to experience it.

Allow me to face fuck that stupid notion to an untimely death.

Does a forest fire not seen burn the forest?

Does a plant not watched growing grow?

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“If I don’t see the fire it can’t burn the trees.” Cried the cuck.

Does a flood not watched not cause water damage?

Does paint not watched not dry?

Wake the hell up, insolent cuck bag.  You know that shit happens even if you don’t watch it.  You know it like you know Caitlyn Jenner is a fucking man, like you know Miley Cyrus was more attractive with long hair, like you know the USA hasn’t won a single war since WW2.  Truth hurts, that is how you know its fucking true.  Cucktards love pretty little lies. They use them as warm bubble blankets they pull tight around themselves and stuff in their ears to stifle the sound of their wife getting boned into the floorboards.

Don’t be a cuck.  Embrace the truth. That tree makes a sound even if your precious sensitive ears aren’t around to hear it.  Deal with it.  Use it.  Let it make you stronger.

More in part 2.

The tide is about to turn. The pendulum must swing back. Thanks are in order. Part 1.

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Over the two glorious years since the birth of this blog there have been few who were brave enough to view it.  Even fewer still who had the intestinal fortitude to post.  The humble success of this blog (and rest assured it is quite humble) is due only to those who visit it, who comment here and inspire towards even greater depths of insanity.

This Turkey day, when people all over Cuckmerica give thanks to Aergia, the goddess of obesity and sloth, you, my dear readers, will be the recipients of my gratitude. When they clamour like zombies into a diseases infested greed and envy depository location, when they shout at their 89″ flatscreen altars to their favorite FAN totem,  when they fall into an insulin induced coma, we will be just that much sharper.

It is in this vein that I salute you.  As you may have noticed there is a small sliver of hope for this country to be rescued from the jaws of Moloch’s damnation.  With the positive feedback received from the one non-satire related post, expect more of that.  Expect truckloads of vitriol aimed squarely at the slack jaw of cucks. That, my friends, is your power.  The power of support.  So without further adieu and no more bloviating enjoy:

Eye in Pyramid: You have been my staunchest supporter.  Here from the very beginning and always around with an on point comment.  You truly get it.  Best post:

“What is more sexy than a man in uniform? Two men in uniforms making out with each other. Our Military is so watered down and culturally diverse, that practically any nation with a leader with two functioning testicles could defeat us. Perfect! That’s exactly what we want. Turn the greatest fighting force that ever existed into just another racially diverse place of employment. In fact our military doesn’t need strong men ready to kill and fight. What we really need our people who are heads of offices and have titles like Director of Ethnic Diversity Coordination! Such a beautiful title it makes seek-seek demons cry.”

This post contains your lunatic hilarity along with some points of worth you sneakily tucked inside.  Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.eyeinpyramid

Craig:  I feel your hate and it strengthens me.  Your anger, your loathing, your staunch disgust at those perverts in power.  You are my brother from another mother (may justice find her)  Best Post:

“I actually see the deplorables sacrificing all the cucks and Hillary and everyone connected to her via business and politics to lord Moloch in much the same way the Aztec’s of old sacrificed their enemies to Quetzalcoatl (lord Moloch under another name)”

This post shows your zeal for righteous justice and the desire to turn the cucks own blood thirsty perversions back onto them. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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OleGrandPaSaid: You stare into the abyss and laugh at it right along with me.  There is nothing to fear when the enemy is evil, except for running out of ammo.  We when go down it will be surrounded by a pile of corpses and smiles on our face. Best Post:

I about damn died from a busted gut reading about that “we need our weave” part. Lmao. Then the proper answer, Moar. Praise him, lord Moloch for his will I’d being excised like wisdom teeth upon the unsuspecting cuck. Indeed even the cuck knows not that the time of the rapture begins with the words “your EBT card has been declined”. Btw, coincidence that the two things that matter most to exalted ones are EBT and BET? I think not, as only Moloch could be so sublime. Alas, it is only the restraint of daylight and the cardswipe that the jungle heathen eyes his query and waits. Soon he’ll have his prize, and Moloch will be exalted. It could only be sweeter if the hated ones (WASPs) would jump in a lake of fire after the requisite period or self hatred, but wait….just wait.

This post shows your desire to laugh into the teeth of the monster, and beg it to attack. Bravo.  For your reward please see this custom avatar built for you.  For a specific file type email me.

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Understand, I have a few more commenters who I haven’t had chance to get to.  There is a part two and there might be a part three.  Stay alert, Stay alive.