Not all sidewalk activists hawking material for the shitlib cause du jour are nuisances best avoided. Occasionally, a hot babe will thrust her ample pamphlets and bodacious donation sign-up list in my face. When I spot one of these sexy solicitors, I do what any woke-weary womanizer would do: flip the script and assume the sale.
CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Hi! Would you like to help secure the existence of our people and a future for White children?…”
WANDERLUST WOMBCHIPPER: “This is an elaborate ruse you’ve set up just to flirt with me. There are easier ways to get my attention.”
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CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Hi! Have you heard about White Genocide?…..”
WANDERLUST WOMBCHIPPER: “Yes, I’ll go out with you.”
CHIPPER GIRLTHING: “Huh? No no, I’m not asking you out….”
WANDERING WOMBCHIPPER: “Oh, well I figured you were since you came right up to me. You come on strong, has anyone told you that?”
etc.
Trust me, these girls haven’t heard one interesting word from any man since they started their job as a wacktivist cause du jour whore for UNIVERSAL MANDATED ABORTION NOW. When you speak to one of these girls as I have shown above, you will practically smell the pungent aroma of sex wafting from her flowering furrow.