Regarding Brownshirt Serendipper
Someone should give me a heads-up when Brave Sir Robin begins gnawing my shoestrings as I don’t always have my focus so low.
Hey you guys wanna see why genius there thinks I’m racist???
After the egotist brothers begged me to come to their hole-in-the-wall site to get mired in a conversation reminiscent of being stuck in an elevator, I posted a Brother Nathanael video to illustrate the beauty of the Colorado mountains, which was the subject of the conversation, and because that was the only media I could think of that contained the evidence. Yeah, that was it.
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BZg1akT24XQ[/youtube]
From that he concluded, without trial, that I give 2 shits about race. And nevermind that I spend half my time fighting Gloominary in defense of brownies against his racism and white supremacy. No, let’s not focus on that. Let’s pull everything out of context and make sweeping generalizations while jumping to conclusions.
Because the important thing is to demonize serendipper. Why? Because Brave Sir Robin can’t win on a level field and he knows it, which is why he runs and hides then tiptoes out to beat his chest while my back is turned. He does drivebys like the gangsta wannabe junkies he admires.
But I suppose by junkie-logic I’m also a Confederate flag waving conservative because I post zerohedge links too, eh? Hey, I’ve been reading zerohedge daily, every. single. day, since 2010. Every single day. It’s the first site I check. Every. single. day! Well obviously then I’m conservative. Who ever heard of keeping enmities close?
Call for violence? Yeah, if you consider your inner child getting its ass kicked, then yeah, let’s rock:
A junkie calls me a junkie!?!?
He’s been dancin’ with
Mr. Brownstone
He’s been knockin’
He won’t leave me alone
Time to step into his world
Kick him in the mind
I’ll be the only witness
To the nature of my crime
It’s like going to confession every time I hear you speak
You’re makin’ the most of your losin’ streak
Some call it sick, but I call it weak
You drag it around like a ball and chain
You wallow in the guilt; you wallow in the pain
You wave it like a flag, you wear it like a crown
Got your mind in the gutter, bringin’ everybody down
Complain about the present and blame it on the past
I’d like to find your inner child and kick its little ass!
Get over it
Get over it
All this bitchin’ and moanin’ and pitchin’ a fit
Get over it, get over it
You call yourself a musician and you can’t recognize classic tunes such as those? Probably spending too much time with the hood rats then.
The only time BN ever enters my mind is when you bring it up, so I know your weakness now: you open your mouth again and I’ll stuff more beautiful Colorado scenery in it.
Either present an argument, defend it, or stfu with your constant whimpering!