Fake Detective

I want to watch a buddy cop show about her and Rachel Dolezal. Rach is the tough, take-no-shit, blackface cop. She doesn’t need a gun or badge; she’s got her bow and arrow and her race card. Belle is the freewheeling hippie cop with a tragic secret: she’s dying of fake-ass cancer. Together, they must team up to fight…

I'm sorry for your loss and I admire your restraint because your cousin sounds like she's in serious need of neck-punching.

My best friend had stage three lymphoma and had to do chemo. One of his idiot friends tried to tell him to quit chemo and drink apple cider vinegar all day instead. I wanted to kill that fucking moron just for being so stupid. BTW the chemo worked and he’s been cancer-free for five years now.

Why can’t Rachel Dolezal and Belle Gibson interview each other? Would it be like an ourobos swallowing its tail? Or more like an interview fractal?

Wow, I also stopped when she got to the “science box.” I couldn’t take it anymore.

Inspired by the Rachel Dolezal Method of non-answers.

Right? American journalists are way too soft on their interviewees. We need more Tara Browns.

Can I identify as 26? Forever?

From the time she was first born, she was always raised as being currently a 26 year old. It’s a parenting/life strategy.

As an Australian, and the daughter of a two-time cancer survivor, I hate this bitch. I hate this bitch with everything I have in me. I wish people would stop giving her airplay because even seeing her or hearing her bullshit, I cant handle any of it. I had to stop watching this interview when she gets to the part…

Couldn’t Rachael Dolezal’s interview have been like this?

I was referring to the tendency of white people to want to honor tragedies when white people are the ones suffering, but then encourage everyone to “move on” or “heal” when POC are the victims.

The worst part of this, if there is one, is that this twit wants people to send her on her “dream honeymoon”.

“WAAAH, my brother murdered a bunch of people, give me money for my wedding sads.”

Jesus. Hector. Christ. I hope someone proposes during her stupid fucking wedding. I hope everyone who’s not the bride wears white just to spite her. I hope her maid of honor gives a really mean, passive-aggressive speech. I hope her aunt gets too drunk and hits on the groom, and he goes for it.

Clearly the parents have no idea raise a Roof.

We know money cannot replace the wedding we lost.