A meme I’ve never seen before, I’ll call it “slappy.”

I spied a clever “new” meme, but I hesitate to use the descriptor new in a resolute or confident manner, for when it comes to internet motifs, always seems they are at least 5 years old by the time you stumble upon them and thus expose yourself to ridicule when the entire juvenile cyberworld mocks you for your inability to keep up with the times and the said motif’s advanced digital age.

And once again, you are the alienated buffoon limping along, holding up the rear.

Now this meme is new in my world.  That is all I will say.  As they say, it’s not a re-run if you’ve never seen it before. Likewise, it’s a new meme if…

The elemental gist of the meme involves 3 standard props:

-A car salesman
-A car
-A prospective buyer taking it all in with a pensive hand on his chin.

Simple enough, right?

That’s the beauty of memes: their outward simplicity and apparent lack of explicit sophistication.

But that’s the beauty of memes, also: the beautiful sophistication and ingenuity must be teased out and scrutinized through the haze of mundane illusion. But when you see it…why the reward is captivating.

This first example I bring you focuses on horny online Indian dudes.  It contains the rudimentary elements I mentioned. The salesman, the buyer and the car.

 

This one editorializes about sexual relativism. This series is right-wing oriented, but I’m sure it can be converted to whichever political statement you see fit.

 

This one cleverly combines several media formats while calling out left-wing falsities that seek to justify the promise of Third World immigrants.

 

This is a self-deprecating version which is painfully too close to the truth.

 

And this, my favorite, hinting at the murky and mysterious side of Michelle Obama’s genderfluid rumors.

 

This here is a blank template for those who wish to try their hand at perpetuating this a little further…

 

And on the subject, hmm.
I couldn’t resist. Can I ever?

 

Deviant Hollywoodite “scholar” and genderless freak, David George, succumbs to the mummy game. Nothing of value lost.

What an absolute vile shithole this sprawling lunatic metropolis is.  Celluloid artistes clamor about in a state of anarchical immorality.  The demented children have no supervision and they play stupid games.

And lose stupid games.

 

A California university professor died during a bondage session at the home of a Hollywood executive that went horribly wrong.

Doran George, 48, was found dead inside the home of Skip Chasey, an executive for Hollywood’s William Morris Endeavor agency and known in the BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Dominance and Submission) community as “Master Skip,” on Nov. 19, 2017.

George, who was born Duncan Gilbert and did not use gendered pronouns, had been wrapped “head to toe in plastic wrap and gaffer’s tape, with small breathing holes at the nose and mouth,” according to an autopsy report obtained late last week by Variety.

“The decedent’s partner observed that the decedent was not reacting properly,” the report states. “The partner checked the decedent closer and realized that the decedent was not breathing. The partner called 911 and began cutting off the plastic and tape.”

George, who had a 16-year relationship with a man named Barry Shils that allowed for sexual activity outside their partnership, had become a regular playmate of Chasey’s over the course of seven months preceeding his death. 

 

Typical day in this land of sodomites and hedonists.

 

Chasey’s lawyer, John Duran, told Variety that the two were participating in consensual activity and noted that the coroner did not conclude that the wrapping was the cause of George’s death.

 

Who cares whether it was directly responsible or not.  It was involved in his death, ahem.

George was not a “he,” a “she,” or even an “it.”

He was a “they.”  And their stereotypes write themselves.

 

According to a remembrance note published by UCLA, George had a successful career as a child in musical comedy in the United Kingdom before joining the Culture and Performance Ph.D. program at the university’s Department of World Arts and Cultures in 2008. They developed expertise in areas of LGBTQ and Disability Studies, earned their doctorate in 2014, taught several classes and were “highly respected, revered and adored” by peers and students alike. 

 

The lethal “snafu” happened about 8 months ago but for whatever reason, the lurid details have been reactivated recently.  Illustrating just what kind of immoral shitshow the entertainment industry, and all its attendant adjacent satellite pockets of like-minded creatures, really is.

 

Idaho exports potatoes, and apparently, imports a few as well.

Idaho joins the multi-racial fray. Good on them. Now they can enjoy the fruits of the new globalism.  And a taste of Los Angeles never hurts the downward spiral!

 

L.A. Man Arrested After 9 People, Including 3 Children, Stabbed at Idaho Apartment Complex Housing Refugees: Police

 

Police say they know who stabbed nine people at an Idaho apartment complex that houses refugees — but the motive remains a mystery.

Suspect Timmy Kinner, 30, faces nine counts of aggravated battery and six counts of injury to a child for the Saturday night attack, Boise police said.

Four of the victims from are suffering life-threatening injuries, authorities said. And six of the nine victims are children.

“The suspect’s exact motives and reasons for attacking specific individuals is still under investigation,” police said Sunday.

 

Timmy Kinner

 

Of particular amusement from this news story:

 

Kinner is not a refugee and is from Los Angeles, police said. They said early evidence shows he was a temporary resident at the apartment complex until he was asked to leave on Friday.

 

Hmm.  Methinks a black man from Los Angeles is indeed a “refugee” when in Idaho.

 

“We haven’t had anything involving this amount of victims in a single attack in Boise in the history of the department,” he said. “Obviously, it’s something you hope never comes to your city.”

 

Enjoy the tide.  Enlarge your altruism-zone, intensify your chaos.

 

What dis, a gun or the bird?

 

 

**archive**

’tis the Age of the Niguidian Attention Whore.

This Niguid broad.

 

 

…how we roll in the real world, in the man’s world, is thus:

We get in pissing contests on the road.  We yell, gesture, threaten, curse, then our paths diverge impersonally as they are apt to do in big urban shitzones like Los Angeles or San Francisco.  End of story.

We commence living our compartmentalized lives and don’t think further of what happened out on xxx St. or the XXX Freeway.  No one makes a fuss after the match is over.  There are no grand egotistical gestures of social virtuousness and/or victimization (in today’s world, this is a common overlap) unleashed in search of views, and the only people who remember the incident are those who lived through it.

In a man’s world, that is.  A dying framework, fyi.

In today’s histrionic paradigm of emotive female outbursts and their safe arena of self-centered whiny dissolutions, however, every unpleasant encounter represents another opportunity for them to upload their crass grievances into the saturated collective mind;  a mind which embodies the histrionic female paradigm, incidentally, and which validates every victimized eruption with waves of concern murmuring and drama enabling.

People like Paula Niguid who, in eras past, would have been rapidly forgotten as the inadvertent lunatic roadkill for what they inconsequentially were (as society still obeyed a long-dead stoic masculine paradigm which did not humor childish behavior in adults), are now systemically granted their 5 or 10 or 500,000 minutes of digital fame for all of us to consider if we really give a flying crap.

Which we don’t.

This facade of “empowerment” is ill-deserved validation of the mundane detritus of these chick’s daily so-called torment which only pussified liberal Social Justice society, fronted by their Siliconized mouthpieces, Twitter and Facebok, reward.