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All it takes for a woman to make it in a mans world, is big tits.
--Donald Trump.

*Disclaimer. Fake Quote.
Donald Trump, even though a total twat and should never have been elected president with a button for nukes, maybe never stated that.




However, he did and still is aspiring to be the first dictator of USAdians (4 the simple people, that means you don't get to vote ne more.)

attofishpi wrote: ↑Fri Oct 29, 2021 4:14 pm All it takes for a woman to make it in a mans world, is big tits.
--Donald Trump.

Donald Trump is an image of the imageless. The sound of silence.

No one uttered a word.

"I'ont give a f*** who you was. You do some flawed shit and I'ma take your ass up through there" - Sho Dat

"The knowledge of our future non-existence is a tremendous psychic load" - Hilton, G.

https://youtu.be/o1wtZDxUgg8?is=dZ_h1HIeFDS2zAIC

Gary goes in @ 11 45. Poor guys couldn't even sleep that night. And then there's the supervolcano underneath Yellowstone. Don't forget that.

@ 7:00, campsite sociology professor Gary Hilton delivers his lecture on German wives, modern hypergamy, and the emasculization of men.

https://youtu.be/g0ToWLQsFBE?is=qJPRF_hREowJDmsw

You'd have to watch the first three hours to see this, but check this out. The feigned interest of the impatient detectives nodding their way through Gary's rambling to appease him so they can finally get down to business with the murders only fades when Gary starts in about his unfaithful wife. Why is this. Because that's what men connect over; their misogyny. Two men beating each other to death will suddenly stop and become best friends if one if em mentions a cheatin'-ass ho he once knew. All men share a mutual war with women, and this is what unites all men together.

Ohp... there it is @ 14:00. Gary goes Tyler Durden on those boys. He tries to break it to em nicely and without judgement that they are embedded in a hyperreal matrix and living superficial lives. Then he goes Lacan and drops some simulacra shit on em. These two detectives are loving this because they're on the clock and getting paid to relax for six hours in an interrogation room instead of doing paper work.

By part 6, self-scclaimed scientist, soldier, artist, and philosopher Gary Hilton has got em both totally immersed and mesmerized by his bombz. By now it's real. They've forgotten they're 'sposed to be getting relevant information and are now totally vibing. Existential neurosis, psychic loads, impending death, advertisement industries controlling reality... no, these two weren't ready for all this.

''We are so lucky to have you''.

Cambridge professor Hilary Cremin to Jason Arday.

https://youtu.be/hc5mR0ndQCE?is=c3Ert9_wNvZs7RCP

Seventeen years later, on death row. This would be excellent material for parodying The Serial Killer Interview. What's happening... do you see it? The lights are dimmed. Cue the spooky music. The journalist is led into the interview room by the guard. Before him sits a monster... the beast of blood mountain... shackled and donning a hannibal lecter face mask. Etc., etc.

The journalist goes immediately into action. This is his big debut. Objective: convince Gary and the world that Gary is a terribly sick sexually sadistic psychopath. What happens? We find out he's just a crazy homeless guy robbing and then killing people to eliminate witnesses. But the brave journalist won't give up just yet...

"Are you sure, Gary? You didn't experience a little pleasure when you bludgeoned her to death?"

"No... it was dreadful. Just dreadful. Blood splattered all over my face and everything. Hey, why are you breathing so hard?"

"[creepy deep breathing] Not even a little, Gary? C'mon."

"Nope. Sorry. Didn't like it at all."

Okay, so what's happening. Hollywood. That's what... and they got the wrong guy this time. Gary is completely impervious to all the incriminating psychoanalysis and not only not a sexual sadist but almost the opposite... a committed incel. They don't know what to do with em. They can't make him evil. They can't run all the clichés on em. He's just a broke homeless guy with a fascination with weapons and hiking.

Go to 1:07:00. There it is. They make a mockery of the very thing they are trying so hard to solicit from Gary: his reasons for what he did. He tells them the sun is going to blow up one day... he tells them we're all mortal animals... he tells them society is a joke... he gives them HIS REASONS, and they call this a 'dizzying display of derangement'.

You can't win with these people, mates. You tell em why, they won't take it. You refuse to tell em why, they won't take it.

When i grow up and become a serial killer, I'm gonna do something never before done by a serial killer. I'm gonna target only SK documentary forensic psychologists and interviewing journalists.

That Kenny Rogers lookin' f***... that's the ones I'm talking about.

"Serial killers always think they're the smartest in the room"

No, they don't, dipshit. When's the last time you had a chat with Ridgeway or Rifkin? Those two are total dummies and would never deny it.

Oh my gawd I'm so sick 'n tired of hearing these assholes say that in every docu. See, this is what happens when a few relatively smarter SKs end up in the limelight at some point... like Ted the Bundbarian. Because of fuckin' Ted, because he was so much more intellgent than half of the idiots around him, now everybody thinks SKs are either evil geniuses or at least believe they are. One or two above average IQ killers and the whole future of serial killing is fucked. Now we gotta see Kenny Rogers and staff in every documentary.

The Bryants incident was the worst. It was like a bad 80s slasher b-movie scene. It was just fuckin bad for everybody, Gary included, who had to witness it.

He passes em on the trail and says something along the lines of "What's those credit card numbers" and John, a towering 6'2 giant of a good man, says "f*** you". Gary spins around and whacks em in the back of the leg with his baton. Oh, hell no. It's on now. John raises his hiking pole and parrys... Gary swats it away, draws his pepper spray and blasts that fucker.

"Hit em, Irene, I can't see!"

It was here that i landed somewhere between laughter and tears. Irene attacks. Irene goes down. John's laying there blinded by pepper spray and fumbling through his wallet, trying to throw his credit cards in the bushes to the sound of Irene screaming like a mad viking.

He gets em down to the van and Irene, bless her heart, refuses to get in. "They say never get into the van. I won't do it." Irene in straight boss mode. f*** you, guy. Gary then proceeds to beat her to an untimely death right there in the parking lot with big John chained to the chassis inside the van.

Shortly after, Irene now disposed and John as a hostage, John tries to run. Now i start crying again. He trips and falls down an embankment, catches his arm between two trees in the tumble, and breaks it.

You see what i mean?! Why! Why, God?! Come out you sonofabitch!

John just lays there with a broken arm, a dead wife, and a soon to be empty bank account. A crumpled, exhausted, and broken man lying there on the forest floor. A crow caws in the distance. The sound of crunching leaves grows louder as the deranged psychopath approaches. "Oh, John... what have you done?" whispers Gary with solemn disappointment. John tries to look up but only winces and shifts a little, his broken arm pinned between two trees. Gary takes out the gun and finishes it.

The fight with martial artist Meredith. What would you do if you were the journalist? That's right. You want to make sure the TV viewers see you calling Gary out as a pussy for having such a struggle with Meredith. You want to humiliate em. All the cliches: selects vulnerable victims because he's a pussy, etc.

What actually happened. Gary, not being a genuinely violent guy, didn't go full retard on Meredith the second the bell rang. That's why she lasted as long as she did. Did she put up a good fight? Absolutely. But there's no way a girl like that would make it that long in a fight with a guy like that unless the guy wasn't totally ham.

So we have a guy who picks a victim who is logically easiest to rob and not because he's a pussy. Remember, our goal here is to obtain money with the least amount of effort, not prove ourselves a man in a battle arena. Though the shrinks and journalists would have you believe this, of course. When they pick an easy target because they're smart, they're called a pussy. When they pick a target they shouldn't have and get fucked up or busted, they're called dumb. You can't win with em.

So anyway, this is one of our special powers as sociopaths. We reveal how deceptive, manipulative, scandalous, arrogant, incompetent, and cruel the 'good guys' really are.

At the end of every docu/interview, i always end up wondering which guy is the real psychopath. The killer or the guy on the other side of the table.

And then a grand finale with Kenny Rogers again using the oldy but goodie. Awww... the big brave SK is afraid of dying, is he?

Spending years in a cell waiting to be executed any day now is nothing like the horror of being shot in the back of the head and killed instantly, painlessly, and without any foreknowledge of your death. That's what Kenny would have you believe. What a dipshit.

Rule of thumb when dealing with experts: reverse what they say, and you will have a fact.