I want to make this clear. I respect the hell out of Buster Posey. We’ve won World Series, & shared amazing times with the @SFGiants during our tenure as players. And it makes me puke watching him have to be force fed this gay monthly agenda that has somehow weaseled its way into every aspect of society. And we are called bigots or homophobes if we don’t cater & morally accept their own sick sexual behavior.
Not everyone wants to be reminded for a month there are people engaging in sexual acts that don’t align with their own morals, beliefs, & values. Watching what the Giants organization has become is pathetic.
I blame every single player on that team that hasn’t taken up for their teammates publicly for having the stones to wear bible verses on their hats. Nor having Busters back.
Having said that, Busters silence on this issue has allowed a .234 hitter like Drew Gilbert with 3 homers to celebrate rare wins by blowing imaginary loads on his willing, & eager teammates who seem to relish the thought of his load painting their faces.
And allowing Rafael Devers to continue his whiny, & overly emotional lazy ass to disrespect the organization, & himself.
The biggest problem is the college manager with zero balls. He’s soft & players know it. He doesn’t know how to lead nor demand respect, or accountability. There is zero leadership in the clubhouse which is overrun by a bunch of spoiled talentless pussies who posses zero pride, nor respect for the game, the organization, the fans, & even themselves.
They don’t know the first thing about how to win. They lack killer instincts. But they sure do know how to hit like shit while drawing attention to themselves. Kinda like a talent less attention seeking IG chick whose entire account is nothing but insecure & desperate thirst traps for attention.
That’s actually a good idea for all you .200 hitters. Once you lose your job soon. Each one of you should open up your own Onlyfans page catering to gay men. I believe that’s where you losers will find your true calling! Especially since it’s obvious you like blowing loads on each other more than winning @MLB games.
I went to In-N-Out and ordered a cheeseburger. The cashier, a calm young woman named Destiny, asked me a question I did not expect.
"You want that Animal Style?"
I paused.
I did not know what this meant. But a samurai does not admit he does not know. So I answered with weight.
"...Animal Style."
"Cool. So that's mustard-grilled, extra spread, grilled onions, pickles. Yeah?"
I understood now. This was a sacred permission. For one meal, I was being told to put down my manners at the door. To eat the way a beast eats, without shame. I had waited my whole life for someone to give me this order.
"Yes," I said. "I will become the animal."
Destiny did not blink. "...Okay. You want your fries Animal Style too?"
I stopped. Even the potatoes?
"The potatoes also become animals?"
"I mean, they get cheese and sauce and grilled onions, so..."
"Then yes. Let the potatoes abandon their restraint as well."
"...Got it." She was the calmest woman I have ever met. "3x3, 4x4, or just the one?"
I did not know these numbers, but I knew a challenge when I heard one. "How many must I face?"
"It's, like, how many patties you want."
"How many is the most honorable?"
"...Four is a lot."
"Then four. A warrior does not ask for fewer."
She wrote it down without argument. A 4x4, Animal Style, with animal fries. She warned me once, kindly. "That's gonna be huge." I told her I was counting on it.
It arrived. It was a tower. Cheese and sauce ran down my hands the moment I lifted it. There was no clean way to eat it. There was no dignified way. That was the entire point.
I ate it like a beast. Both hands, no honor, grilled onion on my chin, and I have to be honest with you, it was the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
For thirty years I have kept my manners at every table in the world.
They handed me a burger and told me to be an animal, and I have never felt so free.
So tell me, America.
The whole country knows the secret menu. What else are you hiding in plain sight?
And "Animal Style." Was I eating the animal, or finally becoming one?
I haven’t moved on from the Karmelo Anthony fundraiser. They donated half a million as a reward for killing a white kid. Zero evidence or reason to think it was “self defense,” and they didn’t care. It was a reward for killing a white kid. I’ll never forget it. Neither should you
I was smeared as an anti-Semite and “Holocaust denier” for even broaching this topic.
Turns out I was onto something…..
“Israeli officials obtained Hamas’s battle plan for the Oct. 7 terrorist attack more than a year before it happened, documents, emails and interviews show. But Israeli military and intelligence officials dismissed the plan as aspirational, considering it too difficult for Hamas to carry out.
The approximately 40-page document, which the Israeli authorities code-named “Jericho Wall,” outlined, point by point, exactly the kind of devastating invasion that led to the deaths of about 1,200 people.
The translated document, which was reviewed by The New York Times, did not set a date for the attack, but described a methodical assault designed to overwhelm the fortifications around the Gaza Strip, take over Israeli cities and storm key military bases, including a division headquarters.
Hamas followed the blueprint with shocking precision.”
https://t.co/mL6H1v5jk0
You tried to paint me as a pervert for exposing fraud, and as a result radical leftists started trying to dox me and send death threats, wanting to kill me.
Now you are taking credit for “leading the charge” on the fraud. Are you serious?
You are the fraud.
You weren't "asking questions."
You got in my face, repeatedly called me a pedophile, and put your hands on my bodyguard.
So, yes, you should be put to death for falsely accusing me of a crime that itself carries the death penalty.
You can walk into any Waffle House and literally start punching employees and never get banned.
But tell someone over dinner that “Americans shouldn’t die for Israel”? Banned for life.