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Friday, August 2, 2024

The Great Genital Debate. Louis Shalako.






Louis Shalako




The Great Genital Debate.

It’s the next big thing, a mass-debate if I ever heard one.

It’s like a million dumb-asses all cried out at once.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I have sensed a great disturbance in the #farce.

Disclaimer: I have nothing but respect, and compassion, and sympathy, maybe even a little bit of pity for my fellow human beings. This includes most of the women and quite a few of the so-called men.

Some, perhaps a bit more than others—

Idiots, for example.

Breaking News: Sarnia City Councilor Dill Bennis proposes bylaw. Voters in municipal election to be subject to arbitrary challenge and genital exam at polling booths. The Freedom in Municipal Voting Bylaw.

If you asked them, by the way, what is your religion, they would bristle with indignation as they checked your cock, your cunt, your bodily orifices, looking for thousandths of an inch out of tolerances, for your asshole for example, and tell you that it is none of your business because they are running for election, although that will be the last election you ever get to vote in—for your own good of course. Yes, they’ll be checking your asshole looking for signs of ‘gayness’ or something that should be, on the face of it, indefinable by any scientific standard of measurement, for example, the metric system.

I’m not saying that Sarnia City Councilor Dill Bennis is weird or anything, but he lies awake at night dreaming about your kids, naked, in the dark, with a stranger in a Brampton hotel room, honking on old-white-man bobo and taking it up the wazoo. I don’t know what websites he’s on, but I wouldn’t recommend them.

And there is nothing kinkier than a conservative inquiring into the sex life of another person.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, the folks who deny evolution, and don’t believe in science of any kind, are now talking quite knowledgeably about ‘X’ and ‘Y’ chromosomes; it’s almost like they read a book or something about it. He’s over on Truth Social and the Volkischer Beobachter, amplifying the hate towards anything good, decent and righteous because he simply doesn’t know the difference…

It is also my opinion that 51 % of front-line, combat troops really should be women.

However, if you wanted to design a cute little tennis-type battledress, in khaki or camouflage, that would be all right with me, although I admit it does sound a bit weird. It was your idea, after all. No one likes a bit of butt-cheek hanging out more than I do. Side-boob is okay too, although Dill Bennis might be incensed. 

And he doesn’t even have boobs—as far as anyone knows.

Musk: one of the world's richest assholes.

I would like to explain the facts of this case to you, unfortunately, there aren’t any.

Speaking of weird.

This is what all the instant experts in gender studies are talking about. I can’t make heads or tails of it, myself.

Men and women have certain advantages in regards to certain sports. Some of them are better at it than others, for example. And a punch in the nose (or mouth), is going to hurt, no matter who does it, so consider yourself informed.

Confused yet? Bruce Jenner/Caitlyn Jenner

I am surprised at you people. You really ought to be petitioning to pull all of those Olympic medals from Bruce/Caitlyn Jenner, who as we all know competed in the body of a man, even though, as it turns out, they were really a woman—and a Kardashian, to boot.

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Is this the way to the polling booth...???

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What if Mr. Bennis’ cock and cunt and tit inspectors run across a hermaphrodite? If that doesn’t call for a full-blown Senate inquiry, I don’t know what will…it would be fun to watch that ignorant little prick’s head explode.

Honestly, more women should masquerade as men. They’d get a better wage, and have a much better chance of cracking the glass ceiling in the corporate world. I’ve known a few women who had a better mustache than I did. I’ve kissed a girl and was surprised to find a bit of stubble. Yet I know it was a woman—I checked. I checked.

Everything looked fine as far as I was concerned…

It’s just that she was Dutch or something.

One of the old man’s best friends had a deeper voice than me, which is unusual. She had a story, where she woke up in the middle of the night this one time, and her husband was whacking off. He had a very illicit (at the time), book of gay porn on the night-table. She recalls thinking, “…hey, what the hell—I’m right here, Mister—” They had three kids together, which really should tell us something but it probably doesn’t.

Honestly, I think he might have been bisexual.

Neither of the two Olympic boxers have ever identified as a man, the scandal is more about doping, (or maybe not), due to elevated testosterone levels. This is one of those cases where gender-hysteria has reared its ugly head, and of course there is the usual ignorance of any sort of facts. Which might stand in the way of truth, their truth, which is of course a pack of lies...

The other day, I was in Walmart and the men’s washroom was closed. I seriously considered trying out the ladies, but I just didn’t have the nuts.

(A little touch of gender dysphoria? – ed.)

(No. It’s just that I had to shit real bad. Irritable asshole syndrome…there were certain risks, which I chose not to accept.)

And public opinion can be murder. All them torches, pitchforks and lengths of stout rope, don't you know.

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, Elon Musk has an opinion on this as well, as might be expected, what with being one of the richest assholes in the world—

We’ll let the man speak for himself, on Twitter, a cesspool of something which might be better left unsaid. At least until someone invents a word for it.

(Okay. What are you going to do if Mr. Dill Bennis sues for libel, slander, or defamation of character? – ed.)

(I will let him put that in writing, submit that to a court, and prove that he unmistakeably resembles this fictional character, written by another fictional character, and remind the court of the rules of parody, and that furthermore, if his reputation has been irreparably damaged beyond any estimate, then let him put some kind of monetary value upon that damage and that reputation, which he is relying upon in order to become Mayor, and then let the court decide on the merits of the case.)

(And if you should lose…??? – ed.)

(Then I guess I would owe him a nickel.)

Well, it’s time for the women’s swim event, where they all seem to have some very small, natural, high-mounted breasts. Quite frankly, the men have bigger tits than the girls, what that means, I have no idea. 

Breasts…if it wasn’t for breasts, Renoir never would have become an artist, which I interpret as having something to do with modeling, or volumes, or something. Or maybe it had something to do with sucking on the teat of his mother. 

Quite frankly, I think I’m on the right side of history here…

Cute but deadly.
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If you think about it, if they were transsexuals, they’re more likely to go big, exaggerate that which doesn’t really exist, and quite frankly, I’d like to think I could tell the difference—be that as it may. It might also burst under a good punch from another man.

In an interesting side note, the author once turned down a publishing contract. The email called him ‘Louise’, when his name is actually Louis. It was a little thing, but indicative of a general carelessness, confirmed by several typos on the company website…and that, as they say, is that.

Until next time, try and keep your head screwed on straight. Try to ignore the haters, as it’s an election year, and they are grasping at straws, just as any drowning pervert would.

 

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I, Dill Bennis, Armed With Strong Mayor Powers. (Louis Shalako)

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