Do you lock your doors at night? Do you allow random people off the street to up and crash in your bed, eat your food, and grab a change of clothes and maybe a few valuables to pawn for some spending cash on their way out the door? If so, why are you enacting such a hateful policy meant to discriminate and hurt…

You want to see a pic of my “Pepe”? My, that’s a bit forward don’t you think?

The truth make you angry does it? It’s laughable that you think American Indians have any sort of claim to this land. At this point in time they have what the US government allows them to have an not iota beyond that. We look the other way and ALLOW them to run their tax free casinos and sell their cheap cigarettes…

Identity theft is a civil matter now eh? Interesting . . . . .

Are you drunk? What the fuck are you even talking about?

Sure, if all they do is sit in an empty room, not working, or driving and living off the charity of others then, sure, they can be here as an undocumented immigrant and technically not break any laws. However, as soon as they take a job, or drive a car, or do any number of things they begin to break any number of…

Oh give it up about the American Indians. That is an argument you aren’t going to win. We came in and fucking TOOK what we wanted from them. As a thank you for not making a big fuss we let them open a few tax free casinos and cut them a break on cigarettes but make no mistake they no longer have the first thought of a…

. . . . .and “You can’t hug a child with nuclear arms.” . . . . just sayin. 

Who’s Scott?

Entitled, is illegally entering a country and then crying when you get caught and they send you back to where you came from.

Only to tell you what a pathetic cunt you are. Oh, I know you will dismiss them but I also know you read them and they ring true in some fashion. Hell, the people you think of as friends on this site are probably the closest you come to human interaction. Sad.

Well then start walking south and stop when the water gives you the screaming shits.

Come on bitch, you’re slipping. Shouldn’t you have dismissed my last one before now. I know all that clicking probably has you winded but try to keep up.

Be honest, how sad is your life to care so much about the comment section of this second rate blog? How often do you wonder if anyone would give a crap if you were hit by a bus and your remains had to be hosed off the road? Let me answer that for you. The answer is no, not a single fucking person.

Boy you are an angry cunt aren’t ya? Too fucking funny!

Well, tonight, I want you to unlock your doors when you go to sleep and put a big sign out front letting anyone who cares to look know that your doors are unlocked and valuables are mostly unguarded. Then in the morning, when all your shit is gone, you can take solace in knowing that it is now in the hands of people…

No, I call myself Scott.

Aww, did I hurt your little feelings. Here let me tell you how to make it all better. Pull your scooter away from the computer desk and zoom over to the laundry room. Then, if you can reach it, pick up the bottle of bleach, remove the cap, and drink that shit until you can’t drink anymore. That will make it all…