KARMA

      I don't know if there is a book on making fun of people. I suspect that if there were, some people would still not understand the nuance between making fun of power and cruelty, that might include me. But unlike Dennis Miller or Jesse Watters, the first who did a face-plant on Foxnews and disappeared and the second faceplants on Foxnews daily and has not disappeared, I don't get paid for my wit. Or lack thereof. 
      It's not likely that any of my readers would know who Andrew Tate is, or they wouldn't have before the most spectacular self-own in the history of really stupid self-owns. For those who did not know what he did before he became the laughingstock of MAGAdumb, he is, or was a kickboxer. It is not likely he will be involved in professional kick boxing for quite a while, since he now faces indictment for human trafficking in Bulgaria, along with his brother. So feel free to kick the kickboxer while he is down. While that is not enough by itself to elevate this above the quotidian level of self-own, what sends this into an orbit around the Uranus of self-owns, is that he sent a smartass text to Greta Thunberg, which was bested by her text back. To wit:
"I have 33 cars". He goes on to describe his collection of Bugatti's, Ferrari's, and other luxury cars whose internal combustion engines he describes in masterbatory detail. Not all that unusual for a MAGAT climate denier, but wait, there's more.
     She texts back in one of the best bon mot's this 19 year-old mistress of bon mot's has ever delivered: "yes, please text me at smalldickenergy at getalife.com". But this epic tweet is only the amuse bouche' for the guy who is now the guy who will be forever known for the rest of his life for his burned genitalia. In the tweet he sent to Ms Thunberg was a pizza box from a well known pizzaria in Bulgaria. Until recently our Mr. erectile dysfunction had been banned by all social media accounts. Elon Musk allowed him back only days ago. And this is the punchline: Andrew Tate has been on the run with his luxury sports cars. He and his brother had been sought by international police for human trafficking and rape of Bulgarian women. The police recognized the pizza take-out box, went to the pizzeria and obtained the address, from which the Tate brothers were perp-walked. While his brother has not been quoted, we may guess that the Tate bros are on more frosty terms this Christmas season than ever in their lives.
     All of this because this kickboxer savant thought he could kick a 19 year-old girl with autism who has made herself a heroine in the climate change community. A young woman, I might add, that has shown a unique ability to swat down toxic males, especially from the political right.

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