Recently, we attended an affluent white shitlib event and found ourselves seated at a table with a (underage) teenage tranny (demon) wearing a skirt and sporting a bare midriff with a top that was pretty revealing of decent-sized breasts. It got up to use the restroom, and this was our whispered dialogue:
Her: “She has an Adam’s apple, I think she’s actually a man.“
Me: “Yeah, no shit.”
Her: “But the boobs though, how does she have those boobs?“
Me: “You don’t wanna know.“
The other people at the table repeatedly screwed up the pronouns and found themselves apologizing several times. The tranny never skipped a beat. I might actually have gotten a laugh out of dining with a tranny like “Admiral of the Fleet” Rachel Levine but really nobody there was prepared to dine with such a scantily clad young tranny.
A notable feature of white shitlibs is that they’ll endorse whatever is fashionable such as not arresting miscreants, but that doesn’t mean they’re okay with getting their car stolen. I think it was the same thing with that evening. It’s all cool until you’re sitting right next to one and trying to eat. There was an open bar, so that’s how I made it through. Although I like to consider myself a tough guy, I must admit I probably couldn’t have kept munching if it was lunchtime on a Monday.
Anyways, the conversation turned to literature and the demon inquired as to what I was reading. I told it I was a big fan of The Exorcist series so I’d been brushing up on the subject. At this point, I felt a pair of feminine eyes beginning to burn the side of my face. If you’ve read a rant I wrote for ID, it was basically a G-Rated version filtered by our editor of what I’m saying to certain like-minded persons in my real life, so she saw exactly what I was setting up. Nobody else at the table seemed to detect the troll taking place, including the demon.
I guess that goes to show just how crazy you sound to a normal person when you start ranting about Satanism. That’s simply not the context in which they interpret all this outright Satanism inflicted on us and were proud to have themselves injected with his mark. I was really enjoying myself, so I started going on about the concept of Satanic inversion, the Witching Hour, and asked it if it had ever heard of this conspiracy theory wackjobs bring up about the Illuminati. They made a movie called Eyes Wide Shut on the topic.
I brought it up under the false premise that my interest in these matters was based on the film genre. I’m not saying you should lie, but if you’re going to troll someone hardcore, a sacrifice is required. Usually, that’s the truth.
The demon thought it was interesting and didn’t seem to recognize I was talking about it being a demon. I know what its father does, so I’m sure all of its life has been spent in a privileged, comfortable setting where it wouldn’t find itself confronted by blacks or rightwing nutjobs like myself. It has been warped into a child of the devil in an era when this makes it part of a celebrated class around people who’d never not hold the fashionable opinion. Therefore, it can’t comprehend that the crimethinkers are lurking out there in the ether.
I walked away from the table to have a cigarette. The demon followed me and asked for one. I replied politely that it wouldn’t be responsible of me to give a cigarette to a minor and I’d be pissed off if someone gave one to my kid. In reality, I was thinking that smoking was going to be the least of its problems and a panic had suddenly gripped me as a question popped into my head: What if giving a cigarette to a tranny is like inviting a vampire into your house?
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