xQc ( @xQc ) Responds to Hasan Piker (@hasanthehun) Explaining Why He Isn’t Going Crazy Over the Ethan Klein Controversy
"If somebody cheated and they go, ‘I cheated,’ what am I gonna do about it? I cannot debunk it. The person came forward and said I cheated. I'd go, okay, cheater, low W, and move on. I would do the same thing with the dog situation. But you said it was the neighbor, you said it was Zeus, you said it was fucking Thor or Odin, whatever the fuck we came up with. You said it was Thomas Edison who brought in a brain. Fucking Thomas Edison? Everybody knows you're the one who shocked your dog. Buddy, you shocked your dog. Man, you shocked the motherfucker. Like, it's not that hard to figure out. Everybody, you're the one who did it."
— xQc
xQc GOES NUCLEAR after HasanAbi calls him out for ignoring Ethan Klein cheating while covering CollarGate😳
"Difference is, u said it's the xyn, the neighbour, Zeus, Thomas Edison, Nicholas Tesla. Admit u ZAPPED it! 1000V to the dog's spine, Mao Zapdog. JUST ADMIT IT FOR ONCE!
So these are the men they want women and girls to share spaces with? Two fully trained, large male police officers and a taser were used to sub-do him but you expect us to accept him in female-only spaces? I will fight this until the end. You all disgust me.
"We just want to pee!"
"How about 3rd spaces?"
"No! We want to pee with women!"
"We just want to compete!"
"How about your own category?"
"No! We want to beat women!"
"We just want to be left alone!"
"Ok, we'll stay away from you."
"No! We want to be left alone with women!"
Took my 3 year old niece to see Supergirl. Half way in she cried and told her friend “I can’t believe the hegemonic cis-heteronormative patriarchy has finally been decolonized enough to grant narrative sovereignty to a female superhero. At long last I witness my full intersectional self—my gendered, embodied, and existentially marginalized subjectivity—mirrored back to me on the silver screen in all its radical, agentic glory. This shatters the phallocentric gaze and liberates the symbolic order. I want to be just like her, wielding power as praxis while dismantling every oppressive structure in her path.” I was unable to hold back my tears.
I’m in disbelief… still desperate to think this is part of an elaborate prank. That seems like something he’d do, right? The truth is, no matter how desperate I am to not believe it, my friend Oliver has passed away.
Oliver was such a unique soul, he had an ability that was unmatched by anyone else I know; to make friends in all corners of the world. Sincere friendship too, not just internet friendships of convenience.
He was one of the funniest people I’ve ever known. His style of self-deprecation was universal. Every media appearance he’s ever done was hilarious, refreshing and unique in a way that only he could bring.
He was a true artist, in every sense of the word. Everything he brought into the world, he brought with his true self. Every time he would come on our show, it would involve weeks of lengthy conversations of planning and brainstorming. Ordinary was never an option. It had to be the best possible appearance. And it always was.
Music and film were his true passions. He produced every music video, every song with every ounce of his soul. He spent every dime to bring his vision to life. He had no use for money beyond what it could do to improve his art. He used to laugh about how he annoyed his label because he was always hitting them up for cash advances for his next big project.
His support team was composed of his childhood friends, proof that he was the type of person that was fiercely loyal to those he loved. The type of genuine person that kept the same friends for life. And he was always adding more and more friends along the way.
He spent the last year traveling the world. Traveling across every inch. Visiting places I would never dream of going. He wanted to know the world and all its people, all the different types of ways people lived, so he could become an even more profound artist. I could see him evolving, growing, maturing, and the essence of what he collected was clear: love, friendship, art. All the things that transcended borders and time. Last we spoke, he was planning to go to Antarctica.
“I totally get it if you can’t but it will be really special and would mean the world if you came through! Would love to see you both.”
That was the last thing he ever said to me. He was having an album release party. We didn’t make it.
Everything he touched was better for it. Every person he met was more whole for it. As a person, I’ve lost a dear friend and collaborator. But the real tragedy is that the world lost a true artist, a passionate and gifted story teller, and a radiant light that shined upon so many of us. His light is now extinguished and my life, and the world, is darker for it.
I hope I can be more like Oliver Tree when I grow up. Bon voyage, my friend. See you on the other side. Life goes on and on and on without you.
🚨BREAKING: The “taking the knee” trend has exploded across Britain.
Thousands are kneeling for Henry Nowak specifically to the track:
Michael Jackson “They Don’t Really Care About Us.”
The left are in a complete meltdown.
A YouTuber handed scalpers a job application after they threatened him for buying packs from a Pokémon vending machine
They claimed YungFika had ruined a method they were using to try to get better products