Honey. I’ve been cheating with another blog.

I must say.

I met her in June. I was bored. Or something. I succumbed to impulse.

So I thought I’d “change it up” for a bit. In fact, I thought I might just let you go since our annual marriage contract is up for renewal this Fall, so it would be the perfect opportunity to let Social Extinction fold, at last.

My new blog is a fine woman but she is not as edgy or exciting as you, and furthermore, she is a bit plain. But edginess does creep in occasionally. Thing is…you see…thing is, she knows my real name. There are no secrets between us. Whatever I write on her is openly traceable to me and I own each word there openly and defiantly. So it follows, because of this, that I cannot be as blatantly offensive as i am here, on your luscious pages; that other blog lives in a straight-edged normie wasteland of slightly left-of-center sentient knuckleheads. I am a stranger in a strange land there. Rest assured, I do not temper my conservatism and readers know where I stand. The difference is that I exude a reasonable persona there. I don’t yell, I don’t ridicule (cheaply) and I attempt to refute in a calm-mannered tone without resorting to names or inflammatory verbosity.

Honey, I propose an “arrangement.”

I have hesitations about my original plan of abandoning you. I’ve decided I’d like to keep you around. There is too much going on in the world at the moment. A lot. I feel as if we have reached a pinnacle in social and cultural evolution and what better time to run an anonymous blog than now?

My proposition: I will use you, we will remain first loves.

I will visit you when I wish to lambast with words that would wilt iron. I need you. But that other blog…she is sweet. She is peaceful and she provides a sense of succor that is inarguable. And she is my pathway into normieland, that deep burrow where I can insert my mad sense of truth and reason into the tendrils of the rancid unthinking beast of plastic civility that is swallowing up the vibrancy and innovation of a modern culture too obsessed with feelings and sensitivities to be worth a damn.

My new blog gives me the “in” and this is the position where I can wreak the most havoc.

(Part 2) will appear later this week. I will touch upon specifics and their effect on the outward presentation of Social Extinction. Most importantly, I will explain the strategy whereby I will maintain 2 blogs which shall never know of each other <eyeroll>. And in part 2 I will not resort to this sappy metaphorical lovey-dovey language.

Bozo the Brown

The United Kingdom is the Untied Kingdom.

A mockery to the modern civilized Western world. They deserve every ounce of torment handed them by their bedazzled embrace of every global shithole dweller that sullies their land.

Police have warned trolls who mocked a drug dealer’s haircut, that they could be prosecuted for harassment. A mugshot issued by officers for Jermaine Taylor, 21, from Newport, Wales attracted a staggering 76,000 comments, poking fun at his bonce.

Taylor is wanted by police on recall to prison. He was released on licence after being jailed for three years for being concerned in supplying cocaine after being sentenced at Cardiff Crown Court in September 2017.

However, he breached the terms of his licence conditions upon his release, and officers had hoped that releasing a picture of him would help them find him. But instead, thousands of people have taken to social media to mock his unusual hairdo.