Archive for November 10th, 2017

George Takei likes cock. BFD.

Friday, November 10th, 2017

 

Personally, I don’t find the narrative that egregious.  In fact, I don’t find many of them egregious. Men AND women are slimy, vile animals. Men AND women are despicable when surrendering to primal urges, which is just about all the time.

 

And the latest dirge of men-who-act-badly shit to hit the newswaves is rather ho-hum in my book. It doesn’t excuse the behavior, but frankly, the context is lost, the narrative is bombastic, and women and white knights are allowed to run rampant as they spew their sanctimonious loads over the countryside.

 

As if women are so virtuous. Really?

 

Women are as disgusting as men when they draw the blinds of their residual humanity.  Women are foul creatures.  They are more foul because of their uterine curse, it could be argued.   They are bloody beings.  We are human in name, but animal in practice. Harvey and Kevin and Louis, yeah. They all fucked up. Because they could. There are scores of men who have done the same thing because it is what men, and “humans” do.

 

Women’s urges are as unrefined and guttural, but they don’t get called to the carpet because they lack the physical prowess to get into hot water. Except in the field of Education. The singular sphere where women wield power and tyranny over men and women (boys and girls) alike. And it is here they act out on their serpentine urges. I guarantee you that before long, we’ll hear of yet another case of Mrs. X bedding up with her 14-year-old 8th grade hunk. And there will be no outcry from the Equality Hamster peanut gallery. Typically, when women pull a Harvey, no one in the liberal media or the feminatzi-sphere makes much ado about it; they save their vitriol for men, especially White men.There is no communal call for shame and retribution when the mid-life wench decides she likes the young buck in the cafeteria a bit more than is legally defined.

 

Most of all, I hate, despise, the hypocrisy.

 

Behind every barb and insult shank issued from the feminitariat, there is an equally repulsive person hiding a corrupt, soiled agenda behind the self-righteous denouncements of male tyranny. It’s the hypocrisy.  They shame their routine villains while failing to realize such behavior is unforgivably very acceptable.

 

Ask George Takei, the great liberal Japanese POS who takes to Twitter regularly to don his geriatric SJW masquerade. He’s a big ol’ faggot who proly clenches his little ass up in spasms of holier-than-thou fissure-inducing scolding, and now, it turns out, he’s a little horn-dog himself.

 

And he’s been called out.  How the mighty Asian homo has fallen.

 

Most amusingly, I do not feel he has done anything wrong!  He was led on and he copped a feel. Big deal. Now Scott R. Brunton, homo, has joined the chorus of modern-day shamers, and resuscitated old pre-Millenium tales in order to publicly shame Takei.

 

Oh Sulu, the horror, the horror!

 

 

Beam me right into that asshole!

 

 

 

A former model and actor is accusing Star Trek icon George Takei of sexual assault in 1981. The accuser, Scott R. Brunton, who was 23 at the time of the alleged incident, claims that Takei took advantage of him when he was most vulnerable.

 

“This happened a long time ago, but I have never forgotten it,” Brunton tells The Hollywood Reporter in an interview. “It is one of those stories you tell with a group of people when people are recounting bizarre instances in their lives, this always comes up. I have been telling it for years, but I am suddenly very nervous telling it.”

 

Brunton says he was living in Hollywood in 1981, working as a waiter and beginning a career as a commercial actor and model when he met a 43- or 44-year-old Takei one evening at Greg’s Blue Dot bar. The men exchanged numbers and would call one another from time to time as well as run into each other at clubs, Brunton says. When Brunton broke up with his then-boyfriend, he spoke with Takei. “He said, ‘Let me know what your new number is’ and I did. And not long after we broke up and I moved out, George called me,” Brunton recalls.

 

Takei, as Brunton tells it, invited him to dinner and the theater. “He was very good at consoling me and understanding that I was upset and still in love with my boyfriend,” Brunton says. “He was a great ear. He was very good about me spilling my heart on my sleeve.”

 

The two men went back to the actor’s condo for a drink the same night. “We have the drink and he asks if I would like another,” Brunton recalls. “And I said sure. So, I have the second one, and then all of a sudden, I begin feeling very disoriented and dizzy, and I thought I was going to pass out. I said I need to sit down and he said sit over here and he had the giant yellow beanbag chair. So I sat down in that and leaned my head back and I must have passed out.”

 

 

 

 

Now the unspoken question is…did George Takei use roofies in order to subdue his great White hope?

 

Perhaps we will never know.  I don’t doubt the MSM or the feminitariat will do much digging into the matter. But Sulu, the great Twitter castigator, is now facing his own firing squad.

 

How sweet it (and he) is!