Entry #1:
Hollywood works for the Multisoluble Corporate Index, a group of investors from Bavaria.
Nazis.
All queer.
Animal lovers. Pet’s atrophy is what they experience towards Malingos, Native peoples.
Especially dominatrixes.
Entry #2:
How to spot a pedophile:
They believe in an afterlife, a divine force, a deity of art, karma, free will, destiny, or fate.
The Happy Hunting Grounds, is the Antilles, after your tribe has blood hunted through rivalries established by lacrosse rules, for thousands of years.
Entry #3:
The Mestizo opinion and observation of gringo homosexuals:
They try to place people as art references, to avoid raping kids. Probably their own.
They’re malinke, they’re queer.
Entry #4:
The problem with Miles Morales:
So why does Marvel have a character patently offensive to Mestizos, who are genetically homophobic?
They’re playing us out as malinke, a homosexual Native or Latino.
I’m Iroquois, we turn psychopathic when hazed, not queer.
How much gay culture is fear of us?
Are you emulating someone that hates you, with therapy terms, so we don’t make you cry?
You realize that requires you to rape someone or carve someone up or poison them for being gay, not just a street play from a fag listening to The Ramones?
Entry #5:
How to spot a rapist:
They call “rape”, the “r-word”, instead of a power word resisting and shaming a rapist.
You say “rape”, to offend a rapist, not “r-word”, to empower a sexual assailant.
Entry #6:
How to spot a tax attorney:
A member of their family is corrupt, in gender matters.
Have them take Resource Economics, they’ll naturally achieve and get a law degree postgrad.
Don’t patronize or sponsor them, or else they turn into an anarchist.
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