re: In today's episode of What's Racist Now, the Dewey Decimal system

quote:

---

Similarly, the entire continent of Africa is lumped under a single sub-heading, which also includes people from Cuba, the Dominican Republic and Puerto Rico.

---

I’m curious, where are most books being printed from in the world? I know America/the west is a big one, but how many books are coming out of South America? Africa? Middle East?

quote:

---

They should let the citizens vote on the weed bill, these cocksuckers don't represent us.

---

Believe it or not I long ago wrote a story about SJWs and time traveling mongols

From 4 years ago

The sun cast its light through the clouds over Berkeley, bathing the crowd gathered below with warm rays. No rainbows arced across the sky, but down on the ground a mass of colors swirled atop the protestors heads.

It was the day that the Pro-Refugee Ovarian Lesbian Agender Polyamorous Society of Eccentrics met, PROLAPSE for short. They had their markers and signs ready. Their flabby arms, legs, and..well everything really, glistened with sweat in the morning glare.

They took the opportunity to shrilly scream at any male, or normal female, that passed by. Cries of "CIS-SCUM SHITLORD!" carried briskly through the dry air, their jowls wobbling with rage as they harassed any that came near.

Soon they were joined by their transgender allies. Bad wigs and Adam's apples bobbed as they walked up, falsetto voices betrayed by the occasional escape of a baritone. Together they stood to block the path of other students trying to get to class, a massive bulk of rejected humanity diverting traffic through a nearby grove of trees. They laughed and celebrated their inconveniencing of innocent passersby when they heard a peculiar noise behind them.

It began as a warble, and a small green circle swirled and pulsed, growing larger and larger until it was 10 feet in diameter. They were mesmerized. Suddenly a man in a white lab coat and disheveled hair stepped out, accompanied by a boy in a yellow shirt. He took one look at the crowd gathered, belched, said "Nooooooope." and fired his portal gun at the ground in front of him. He and the boy jumped into the glowing green hole and it disappeared behind them.

The larger one, however, remained. The gathered crowd of human failures murmured at the sight, until all of a sudden a horse trod through the portal. He wore upon his head a fur rimmed cap, and furs on his body. A sword hung at his side and a bow was fastened to his back. He surveyed the rainbow of hair and the gibbering mass of fatbodies and girlyboys, grunted, turned his mount around with a kick and returned through the portal from whence he came.

After he had disappeared, the blue haired leader of PROLAPSE cried giddily, in a screech, "People of all identities, this is the opportunity to show these refugees how tolerant xe are! That refugee must have seen how welcoming xe all were and went to get his refugee friends!"

"Did you just assume xis gender!?" A tranny with pink spiky hair asked with an indignant tone.

"Oh, I didn't mean to insult xe," blue hair stammered. "Anyway, let's make those signs!"

They began to draw in earnest, with such original slogans as "ALL REFUGEES WELCOME"
"WE ACCEPT YOU ALL"
And
"JUST BECAUSE YOU DON'T SHARE OUR UNIVERSE DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T SHARE OUR LOVE!"
Then they all took selfies with the portal (#tolerant #alluniversesmatter) and begin to film vertically, tagging as many of their friends as possible.

Minutes later they begin to hear the distant sound of hoofbeats. Louder and louder they grew, like approaching thunder. Then two by two the fur clad horsemen began to emerge from the portal. They went left and right to cheers from the Tranny/PROLAPSE crowd, until at least 2 score of them had emerged. The ear-piercing screams of "This is a Safe Space!" made the horsemen cringe.

The fiercest looking horseman began to call to his men in a language they did not understand. Terse, gruff commands. They nodded one by one. Then, from behind their leader, a PETA member screamed "FUR IS MURDER" before hurling a bucket of red paint on his fine pelt cloak.

He turned to look at the waifish, gangly, dreadlocked male with pale skin. Fire flashed in his eyes. Then a cruel smile began to curl his frown upwards. He trotted next to the bucket bearer, and with a swift motion brought his sword down upon his ill-kempt head.

His skull split open in a fountain of blood and the smirk faded from his pimpled face. The white of his brain matter parted under the sharpened edge of the the fierce Khan's sword and he stood quivering uselessly for but a moment, then fell to the ground and jerked, a dark stain growing in his cargo shorts.

Then the real fun began.

Arrows began to fly from the bows of the mounted horsemen to pincushion the crowd of cowards. Wigs and fake eyelashes flew as the Adam's apple of a tranny was pierced. The screams he made while clutching at his ruined throat were not girly.

A morbidly obese girl with spiked blue hair raised her jiggling arms and screamed "KEEP YOUR HATRED OUT OF CAM-"
Her outburst was cut short as she ate an arrow down her gaping maw. It emerged from the back of her head in a gout of blood. Her arms still pistoned up and down as she fell, finally silent.

Some of the PROLAPSE crowd tried to run, or rather waddle, away from the carnage, but the Mongols had them surrounded.
The ones that managed to reach the perimeter were dealt with up close and personal.

A pink haired girl with a bowl cut,
An enormous arse and a BLM shirt threw her hands up, screaming something about a kid and a return as a warrior jumped down off his horse in front of her. He swung his axe in a brutal arc and separated her head from her body in one fell swoop, the blood spurting out of the neck hole left behind, coating all those near her in sticky redness.

Suddenly a car drove through the gap and an morbidly obese black man began filming himself vertically, waiting for what seemed like forever to actually begin. "This is Vyumba M'chuzi, and I'm here today reporting on the injustice occ-"

He never finished his inane sentence. Two mounted warriors had charged his car from either side and run spears through his face, one entering his left jowl and tearing off his lower jaw, his moronic tongue still wagging incomprehensibly. The other had pierced his right ear and run his brain through, (though not hitting much). It caused his eyes to pop out of his head as his FB followers watched in horror.

The slaughter continued with the Social Justice Warriors being ravaged and rent by real warriors.

THWOCK! A fat throat was slit ear to ear.

SCHLICK! A belly was ran through, entrails spilling upon the increasingly slick ground.

No gender, no race, no orientation mattered that day as every last one of those that welcomed the refugees that morning was torn apart by old school brutality.

Because in the end...



NO LIVES MATTER.

Ok "Esmail", if that is you real name because frankly it sounds made up, how about you come up with a better system. Something more efficient and simpler.

John Dewey was the father of secular humanism. He is one of their own and they do not even know it!

quote:

---

Is this where we are? People upset by things created in an entirely different past

---

We’ve been stuck here for well over a year now

quote:

---

John Dewey was the father of secular humanism. He is one of their own and they do not even know it!

---

He did not invent the Dewey Decimal System