Dumbass Disney perverts. George was WWF all the way.
George "the Animal" Steele
www.georgetheanimalsteele.com/
Welcome to the new George “the Animal” Steele Website ... there were two people using the same body – George “The Animal” Steele and Coach Jim Myers
Mr. Myers,
AKA George “The Animal” Steele, is with us no more. I shall miss
him. You can look him up if you like, but I know you probably won't.
It doesn't really matter. Sadly, even tragically, this post isn't
really about him.
The
Animal was a pro wrestler. You know, the kind of guy who made money
by entertaining the white trash [Racist.] rubes who support fascism
with their hard work and the taxes people like you [Well, the odds
are good that this applies to some of you.] steal from them. His
shtick was simple and quite inelegant. He played an almost
subhuman character who was a literal terror in the ring, and who was,
quite frankly, a bit of a retard.
[Digression
Number 1: “You insensitive monster! How dare you! You are the
subhuman!”
No,
dearest pantywaist. I know Mr. Myers was just playacting. Of course,
you think the word “actor” must be reserved for brave
humanitarians like the dictator-slurping slug Sean Penn.
"He's
a real man”, you say. He would never make fun of anyone with a
disability.”
Perhaps
not, but neither The Animal nor I have ever given aid or comfort to
evil men who see all of God's children as their personal property.]
Did
you know Mr. Myers was an educator with a Master's degree? Nope, you
did not.
[Digression
Number 2: Did you kiddies know Twitter will send you an Orwellian
message “limiting” your use of their product if you dare to use
the word “retarded” in a tweet? The arch-criminal in question
tweeted about an upgrade to a video game as being “retarded”. Who
knew algorithms could be fascist, too? Garbage in, garbage out,
kiddies. If you let garbage settle in your minds, it will in all
likelihood come out in the most disturbing and frightful ways. The
same goes for the ever-fruitless quest to silence one's own
conscience. Take our current Fearful Leader, for instance. Do you
really think the Orange Messiah has a Master Plan he's executing each
time he tweets? If you do, you just might be a dumbass.]
The
Animal rarely spoke. [Sweet gig, right?] One notable exception was
the time when another character attached some device to his head and
switched it on. The Animal slowly enunciated
“How...now...brown...cow”. Priceless.
Even
[especially?] wrestling characters throw their fans the occasional
curve ball. [See “Baseball - Born c. 1859 Died 1994”] It seems
The Animal had developed a thing for Miss Elizabeth, a quite fetching
character at the time. [May God have mercy on her poor, poor, soul.]
They played it like a King Kong and Fay Wray thing.
[Digression
Number 3: I hope the upcoming Kong movie will be palatable, but I am
not holding my breath. Hollyweird has not done the King justice since
the original movie starring Miss Wray. For instance, what were they
thinking when they cast the execrable Jessica Lang as the
heroine?]
Mr. Myers
was a natural for that part. His back was hairier than any ape's.
I
would like to thank Mr. Myers for entertaining me and millions of
other white trash [Racist.] losers. We just thought we were boys
having fun. We now know that is incorrect and indeed, VERBOTEN!
because EVERY TIME A
MALE HAS FUN, A GIRL IS TORTURED, MUTILATED AND KILLED. SOMETIMES TWO
GIRLS.
That
truly is a pity and I am thoroughly ashamed of my genitals, though
not enough to use the ladies' restroom while in Charlotte.
It
is a pity because even though girls are icky to their very cores, I
love them dearly and can't get enough of them. Of course, not in the
way False Conservatives like Orange Clump and Rash Dimbulb
[Conservative From the Waist Up] can't get enough. Even St. Ronnie
Reagan was a serial adulterer. Just ask Jesus, if
you dare. [I'm
talking to you protestants. Seriously, can't you see you guys are
making it up as you go along? “Over 33,000 different Christian (?)
denominations can't possibly be right.” That arch-pervert Luther
should have hired a better marketing firm.]
As
you kiddies may have noticed, I have been a bit angrier than usual
lately. I know, hard to believe, right? I fear having my blood
pressure read.
I
like to pretend that I am upset by the False Conservatives who talked
a good game for decades and then betrayed their “beliefs”, their
God, [Heck, who really knows what they worship? I fear it is the same
thing the left-fascists do.] and their country because they found a
big government liar, rhetorician and thief who put an “R” next
to his name in order to fool the hoi polloi. [Look it up, kiddies.]
Boy,
did he fool them. Who would fall for such a scam? Why, the same
people think who George “The Animal” Steele really was
an animal AND the people who think they are our moral and
intellectual superiors because they think pro wrestling [and anything
else they happen to find unpleasant] promotes violence, rape,
intolerance, obesity, and tooth decay.
A
pox on both their houses of worship, both left and right-fascists,
for they worship at the altar of Power.
I
can't wait for someone to start a center-fascist movement. I can see
it now...
“Uh,
let's just murder 10% of the people we want to. Everybody else will
surely obey us then.”
Ain't
life grand, kiddies?
I
just realized I am in the middle of Digression Number 4 and it's a
doozy. [Look that word up, kiddies, and see what wonders your ancient
ancestors created.]
I'm
not really upset with the False Conservatives. They're just ignorant
douche bags like the rest of us, only more so.
What
really grinds my gears is how cheaply and easily we sold our souls
and lost everything. I thought we would at least go down while
putting up a fight like the kiddies in the original Red Dawn movie.
[It is not permissible to speak of the horrific remake.] You know,
shout “Wolverine!”, [Harbaugh's a weenie, BTW.] take out a couple
of commies and go straight to Valhalla.
Nope.
Not even close.
We
sold out for easy access to porn, blowjobs, and blow. And, of course,
the ability to buy our wives out of their guaranteed lifetime
personal services contracts and get a newer, younger model without
stretch marks that will believe our old lies like they are brand new.
The
odds are excellent that you yourself, dear reader, think that's quite
a bargain and that “progress” has truly set you free. If not, you
are one of the ever-shrinking remnant who shudders at the retribution
that awaits both the innocent and the evildoers just around the corner.
I
am not speaking about the afterlife, kiddies. That's between each
individual and Almighty God. He will absolutely separate the wheat
from the chaff because He is the only One who truly knows the
difference.
I'm
talking about the earthly price we will pay for screwing around and
pissing away our freedoms while abandoning Truth and Justice and
pretending the American Way ain't nothing but fast cars and getting
laid.
Oh, yeah. Rock 'N' Roll, too.
I
once hoped that when fascism triumphed in the land of the putatively
free, we'd get lucky and wind up with a dictator like Francisco
Franco. No such luck, kiddies.
The
truly frightening thing is there isn't even one real man among the
fascists who oppress us. That would at least grant us the consolation
of knowing we had been beaten by a stronger and more ruthless foe.
Instead
we are ruled by the likes of Badcock Insane Okhrana, [The
Community Organizer From The High-Yellow Lagoon] and Orange Clump, who
couldn't reason his way out of a wet paper bag, and the in-bred Bush
family, who just know
they know better than absolutely everybody, and Li'l Jimmy Malaise the intellectualoid
anti-Semitic humanitarian, and Ike, who carved up perfectly good
communities to build us a Nazi-style Autobahn of our very own, and
Fellatio D. Rascalvelt, who was more in-bred than the Bushes, [and
much, much, worse] and Woody “No-wood” Wilson, who thank God was
too much of a pussy to live out all
his hate-filled fantasies in the real world...
Et
cetera, et cetera, et cetera...ad infinitum...ad nauseam...
God
speed, Mr. Myers. There was never any shame in you hiding behind
your public persona of George “The Animal” Steele. I hope and
pray you never ever thought there was.
TheChurchMilitant: Sometimes anti-social, but always anti-fascist since 2005.
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