Obese womyn are visually disgusting. They resemble trash bags filled with cottage cheese but are different from cottage cheese filled trashbags in that they come in different colors and have greasy mouths which speak but there is not much more difference. There is a populous womyn’s movement in the United States called feminism which attempts to redefine the physical beauty of a womyn as an internal personality feature and not an outward reflection of health and fertility. Cad loathes this movement. Cad views womyn as what they are: vessels for the propagation of the species with bodies and minds suited for the rearing of young children and caring for the decrepit. That their species has been allowed and encouraged to seek and hold power is certainly a primary additive in our fall to Moslem’s who breed vigorously and maintain masculine leadership in (their admittedly pathetic but admirably patriarchal) business and governmental bodies.
Cad lives near Harvard University which is the epicenter of the philosophical rot which permeates this feminine wasteland of dying eggs and obese womyn and is daily forced into close proximity with his enemies.
Just yesterday after a long day of corporate political maneuvering around Marketing Cunts and their seedless “male” masters I sat upon the Dastardly Red Line Train on my way home. I was very furious and filled with caffeine and looking forward to lifting very heavy weights whilst listening to heavy metal and then becoming very intoxicated and ranting at Liberal Arts students in the towne square. I sat across from two middle-class girls who were engaged in discussing their nursing-studies and their desires to please their boyfriends and I reflected on the tendency for great wealth to make decadent lotus-eaters of mankind and destroy social cohesion.
As we arrived the MIT station, my eyes beheld a ghastly addition to the passengers: Two Very Fat Feminist Dykes of nigh 23 years!
One was a blimp of a womyn, a black but of lighter complexion with legs like Turkey Drumsticks stuffed into yoga pants and wearing a large enough leather jacket to suggest it was sourced from a prized fighting bull. She wore very bright red lipstick and reeked of a sluttish perfume which reminded me of the sickly sweet smell of a rotting human corpse. Her compatriot was a whyte who was not obese but carried large pockets of fat around her gut and arms, and her flabby tits wore pink stretch marks and her tits were verily displayed as if they were to be admired but made me feel very nauseous.
The middle class womyn were sitting with a space between them as they conversed, and the stretch-marked whyte feminist immediately sat right betwixt them! The two normal girls looked at each other with shock but did not object to this blatant disrespect as they were in shock. As was I. My shock turned to horror as the obese Black Womyn sat right next to your dearest Cad who is thin but was crammed into the person next to him by the Prehistoric thighs of the surely infertile black womyn who produced a vile feminine odour which mingled with her whorish perfume.
The two disfigured beasts began burbling in a call-response with their greasy lips:
“I started telling that Bitch she does not understand ANYTHING about the struggle of a feminist black womyn, and she needs to honestly just shut the fuck up.”
The whyte womyn nodded in agreement.
“And honestly if Tyler doesn’t want THIS pussy, that is HIS loss because I am being BLOWN UP on Tinder!”
“You go girl!”
“Mmmhmm, you KNOW I’ve got it! You know!”
“So many stupid motherfuckers do NOT know WHAT they are missing. I thought I’d be around some smarter motherfuckers since starting at MIT but goddamn these niggas be crazy turning down this pussy!”
An icy chill entered my soul and my mind was engulfed with the sounds of heavy metal and machine gun fire. This Troglodyte was a student of MIT, a bastion of scientific and mathematical knowledge, and was so ideologically blinded that she was unable to understand the basic biological fact that she was repulsive? Had we sunk so far? We arrived at the Harvard stop, and the cream-cheese devouring “females” rose from their seats with great exertion and waddled away. The black spoke again:
“This niggas smart as fuck, he goes to Harvard! His parties are craaaazaaay!”