Reader John Bonaccorsi has either perfected the art of the parody troll or channeled a spirit of sincere mewling manlettery so ripe for mockery that it comes to us inscribed on a giant purple strap-on.
Just saw your April 8 post entitled “The Essence Of Game Condensed To A Three Second Video.” Comments are closed there, so I’m posting the following here:
Are you f—ing insane, Chateau Heartiste? Your list of recommended game-techniques now includes battery with the potential of serious neck injury? I’m old enough to remember the all-white schoolyards of the late 1950s and the 1960s; I recall clearly the sociopathic white boys who were given to actions like yanking girls’ ponytails. Any male white who’s still engaging in that sort of thing in adulthood is long overdue to be castrated, I don’t care what effect it has on any brainless white woman.
I’ve pulled a few ponytails in my young lad’s life. Little did I know the sociopathic nature of the heinous act of violence I was perpetrating on the empowered community, and how I should have been locked up with the key thrown away and my pubertal balls sent to the chopping block.
John, for your sake, I hope you are joking. Otherwise you may as well shave yourself down to a shiny infant sheen, tuck your impudent junk, and become Lena Dunham’s eunuch ass wiper. Prepare to work up a sweat.