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Not funny.
Violent racists are real (as are violent lefties). Charlottesville was real. A woman died and other were injured.
Did he actually say checkmate? Oh brother.
Correct.
Checkmate...
Conversations happen by people asking questions and other people answering. Asking questions to better understand someone's point of view is not forcing them to play one's game. It's called conversation or discussion.
No one is asking you to play by some other rules or to put words in your mouth.
You keep on being hostile to me in the face of no hostility. I wasn't dictating what your response should be -- I was merely trying to give you an example of ONE WAY you might respond without being hostile. There are many other non-hostile paths. I was trying to invite in whatever way you chose to be non-hostile and step back. I was just giving you one example.
My bad.
You keep choosing the hostile/accusatory modes and giving way over-the-top representations of what people have said to you. So, I guess there is no point in continuing the discussion.
Why would he make that video?
I think I know why the guy did the symbolism breakdown.
Oh finally a direct response! With little information. With no checkmate in sight. I wonder if you’re actually catching on to the fact that no one believes you have anything to add to the discussion. I wonder if it makes you nervous that everyone sees through the act and that you’ve pretty much exposed yourself without giving direct answers. I wonder if you you truly believe you’ve arrived at checkmate or if it’s a matter of manifesting by saying. Put the thing into the world you want the most to make it real.
Simon, this isn’t the first time you’ve waded into waters too deep for you to swim and used the fifth amendment as if it were a lifeline. You may have some questionable tactics, but you are clearly harmless. Espiegel is right, there is no point in continuing.
You still don't get it, do you?
My whole point is that I don't have to give DIRECT ANSWERS to you or anyone else. I am not on trial. And you are not the judge.
Forget about winning the game. I am not even playing the game. Sorry Joe.
Checkmate.
Oh I get it now! Checkmate.
And you don't get that this was a conversation and not a competition. I was trying to have an honest discussion with you. You were not interested.
Fine.
But you have repeatedly responded with hostility, and now your somehow acting as if your hostile manner makes you victorious in something that no one saw as something to win.
You didn't beat anyone. You didn't own anyone. No one was trying to beat or own you.
You see my refusing to play your game and answer your questions as "hostile". Mistake.
Like I said: forget about winning the game. I am not even playing the game.
Checkmate.
Let’s play a game. It’s called “Virtue Signalling Attack Dogs”.
You make a PC statement then ask the other players if they agree with the statement.
If someone doesn’t agree or doesn’t agree to your satisfaction you get to attack that person. If fact, we all pile in and attack that person. The mob gets to tear them to bits while virtue signalling their “correct” stance on the issue at hand.
If you are a "right winger" don’t worry - there is a version of the game for you as well. Instead of making your statement about race or gender or class you make your question about patriotism, guns, The Bible, or transgenderism.
It's easy and it's fun!
@Simon It’s way past your bedtime. Give it a rest.
Wrong interpretation. My calling your responses hostile has absolutely nothing to do with whether you agree with me or not. If you don't know the difference between respectful (even heatedly so) disagreement and obvious hostility that's your loss.
Only 12.30pm here. I’m just getting started.
Checkmate!
Ah now he’s getting started. I was wondering when you’d actually find the time to have something to say. Can’t wait.
It is interesting that you don’t see my post about the Virtue Signalling Attack Dogs game as me saying something.
Instead you order me to “give it a rest”.
I have not indicated if I agree with you or not. I have not answered your question.
I am not playing your game.
Checkmate.
Back to more sensible matters:
Muppets do porn? A Jim Henson Company Production?
I thought this was a fake, but it is not...
Now you’re just trolling. I order you to go to bed this instance young man! You are not fit for grown-up business. Call us after you’ve had a good nap! That’s an ORDER!
Can't go bye-byes now. I just had lunch! Made a nice fish curry. Sleepy bo-bo's later.
@kobamoto, I, for one, appreciated your essay. It does seem Nathan Bedford Forrest would be less than happy with today’s racists. Why, in the 20s they marched on Washington in their outfits tens of thousands strong... they defeated Al Smith... they were white men of fashion... white was the new black!
Anyway, you’re a racist racist, you devil. Give these new guys a break.
you know the irony surrounding all the black/ white talk is that we aren't talking about rocket science here, and the majority leaders where I'm from are doing their best to try to find a way to declare this kind of hatred a mental health problem lol, and as often as the thought has crossed my mind I wouldn't want to give people with real mental health problems any more of a negative stigma than we already place on them.
there have always been good white people, I'm going to go out on a wild, wavering, limb and make the outrageous claim that just about all white racist weren't born that way, and the indoctrinations began after they left the hospital, same as black, red, yellow, brown people etc...
and now we've gotten to the place where these cornballs are fighting for safe spaces and for their voices to be heard... it's laughable .. especially since what these folks espouse is basically sheria law, at least that's what some of the core tenets add up to be...
trust me this thread isn't about nothin, definitely not about funny rap conspiracies, or hiphop music or there would have been more interest in what DJ Kool herc had to say.
anyways these detractors, and chaos agents are meh at best, they should outsource all of their attempts at articulation because if this is the best they can do then it's a sad day in hell.
They're just in a frenzy because one of them became president... meh, meh, and more meh
oh I thought this thread you created was a joke thread and that we were all laughing together, my bad...
Sorry, but you are not allowed to joke about racism - every PC leftie knows that.
Corn bread with no butter head potato salad sour cream souffle mayonnaise and egg soft taco Tuesday on a Monday lookin, burger king fake meat burger face havin Barnaby jones triple layer polyester jockey shorts wearin with the double breasted tube socks to match life long membership in the Adams family country club havin pump up the jam vs boys to men remix making fake Chucky cheese hot fudge Sunday face lookin Felix the cat the wonderful wonderful cat singin spam on top of ham sandwich hammer headed bucktooth shark Popeye the sailor man spinach head clap on clap off booty crack in the front crotch above the neck havin motel 6 stayed for 10 days just to get the 11th day free lasagna scented deodorant button down Hanes t-shirt wearin one pancake from ihop one pancake from Dennys eatin hushpuppy wearin corndog on the Cobb eatin yellow school bus through the Kentucky fried chicken drive-through awkward hairline havin turkey baster DustBuster buck rogers NOT from the 21st century final frontier whoop there it is lookin….
You forgot whiskers on kittens.
Today's instalment of Krackpots Korner...
Khazarian mafia make final push for fake Armageddon with “Iran attack” on Saudi Arabia:
" The first thing you need to understand is that Iran’s “Supreme Leader” Ali Khamenei and U.S. President Donald Trump are both employees of the Rothschild (satanic Red Shield) family. "
https://benjaminfulford.net/2019/09/16/khazarian-mafia-make-final-push-for-fake-armageddon-with-iran-attack-on-saudi-arabia/
Thank you for the video links but I didn't really like them.
The Message - a tiresome long whinge.
Rapper's Delight - nothing more than the theft of "Good Times" with very lame lyrics:
I said a hip hop
Hippie to the hippie
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it out
Bubba to the bang bang boogie, boobie to the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet
See, I am Wonder Mike, and I'd like to say hello
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown
The purple and yellow, but first, I gotta
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along
And the next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon, Hank, sing that song, check it out
Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies' pimp
The women fight for my delight
But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs
That shock the house for the young ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're Treacherous Trio, we're the serious joint
A from sun to sun and day to day
I sit down and write a brand new rhyme
Because they say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist
Everybody, I say it goes like this
Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon
A reporter stopped me for an interview
She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables
That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntable
This young reporter I did adore
So I rocked some vicious rhymes like I never did before
She said, "damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "by the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane"
"And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can
Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman"
I said, "he's a fairy, I do suppose
Flyin' through the air in pantyhose
He may be very sexy, or even cute
But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit"
I said, "you need a man man who's got finesse
And his whole name across his chest
He may be able to fly all through the night
But can he rock a party 'til the early light?
He can't satisfy you with his little worm
But I can bust you out with my super sperm!"
I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it
An' I'm here an' I'm there, I'm Big Ban Hank, I'm everywhere
Just throw your hands up in the air
And party hardy like you just don't care
Let's do it, don't stop, y'all, a tick tock, y'all, you don't stop!
Go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (say what?)
I'm gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, drive off in a def OJ
Everybody go, "ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn"
You say if your girl starts actin' up, then you take her friend
I say skip, dive, what can I say?
I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ
So I just take half, and bust 'em out
I give the rest to Master Gee so he can shock the house
I said M-A-S, T-E-R, a G with a double E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
Of the man they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there ever could be
Now I'm feelin' the highs and you're feelin' the lows
The beat starts gettin' into your toes
You start poppin' your fingers and stompin' your feet
And movin' your body while while you're sitting in your seat
And then damn! Ya start doin' the freak, I said
Damn! Right outta your seat
Then you throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin' to the rhythm, shake your derriere
Ya rockin' to the beat without a care
With the sureshot MCs for the affair
Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang
But I rap to the beat just the same
I got a little face, and a pair of brown eyes
All I'm here to do, ladies, is hypnotize
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
'Cause all I'm here to do is just wiggle your behind
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin' on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
Rock rock, y'all, throw it on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gona freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put TNT in your behind. I said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four, tell me, Wonder Mike
What are you waiting for?
I said a hip hop
The hippie to the hippie
The hip hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say up jump the boogie
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
A skiddleebebop, we rock, scooby doo
And guess what, America, we love you
'Cause you rocked and a rolled with so much soul
You could rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it up, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
To the beat, beat, it's unique
Come on everybody and dance to the beat!
Have you ever went over a friends house to eat
And the food just ain't no good?
I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed
And the chicken tastes like wood
So you try to play it off like you think you can
By saying that you're full
And then your friend says, "mama, he's just being polite
He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull!"
So your heart starts pumpin' and you think of a lie
And you say that you already ate
And your friend says "man, there's plenty of food"
So you pile some more on your plate
While the stinky food's steamin', your mind starts to dreamin'
Of the moment that it's time to leave
And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rottin'
Into something that looks like cheese
Oh so you say "that's it, I gotta leave this place
I don't care what these people think
I'm just sittin' here makin' myself nauseous
With this ugly food that stinks"
So you bust out the door while it's still closed
Still sick from the food you ate
And then you run to the store for quick relief
From a bottle of Kaopectate
And then you call your friend two weeks later
To see how he has been
And he says, "I understand about the food
Baby Bubba, but we're still friends"
With a hip hop the hippie to the hippie
The hip hip a hop, a you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang bang boogie
Say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat
They should have stuck to the "Good Times" lyrics:
Everybody shake
Everybody move
Everybody shake
Mary Mary you're on my mind
Folks are gone and the place will be mine
Mary Mary want to be with you
And this is what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna put a call to you
'Cause I feel good tonight
And everything's gonna be right right right
I'm gonna have a good time tonight
Rock and roll music gonna play all night
Come on baby it won't take long
Only take a minute just to sing my song
Boney Maroney's gonna be with Jim
I said long tall Sally gonna be with Slim
Short fat Fanny's gonna be there too
And this is what I'm gonna do
I've got to put a call to you
'Cause I feel good tonight
And everything's gonna be right right right
I'm gonna have a good time tonight
Rock and roll music gonna play all night
Come on baby it won't take long
Only take a minute just to sing my song
Boney Maroney's gonna be with Jim
I said long tall Sally gonna be with Slim
Short fat Fanny's gonna be there too
And this is what I'm gonna do
I've got to put a call to you
'Cause I feel good tonight
And everything's gonna be right right right
I'm gonna have a good time tonight
Rock and roll music gonna play all night
Come on baby it won't take long
Only take a minute just to sing my song
Maybe not.
Each to his own I guess...
I guess it is easy to be dismissive of music that so radically changed the landscape of music that it no longer seems radical...particularly if one has no sense of history.