The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

I don’t really participate in online forums of any kind anymore since I was savagely brigaded many years ago.

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

All I will say, is that people of various ideological perspectives literally are unable to tolerate any kind of disagreement whatsoever and they apparently are highly organized so that they can brigade you and have you downvoted to such a degree that you literally disappear from whatever social forum of which you were a member.

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

To the people who blocked me on Quikipedia and brigaded me in Queddit and defecated on me on Quoat: Eat dirty, filthy, steaming, bacteria stoked dog 🐕 shit 💩 and die rotting in shit covered hellfire of flaming shit.

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

The name of the restaraunt was the “Hörst Wessel, Waffen Schutstaffel, Geheimstatspolizei, Israel 🇮🇱 is sexy-bad, death 💀 to Zionist (Pronounced Zoy-Yo!-Nist) entity, National Socialiste Deutsche Arbeiter Partei Restaurant und Kaffe Haus.”

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

I said in the online Queddit forum: “maybe a restaurant dedicated to the final solution for the Zscevische Problem might not be a good thing.”

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

I was immediately brigaded with 63,235 downvotes in 3 seconds.

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

I received comments like this: “You rotten shitty, Trumpy, fascist sexist, islamophobic, transphobic, rapey, Zionist, hater, Teufel! Eat dirty doggy 🐕 doo 💩 you shit-covered *hot* oppressive anus! How dare you not want to be holocausted!”

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy

Signed Angry 😤 Online Social Justice Warrior Guy P.S. PM me! Smoochy! 💋 Smoochy! You big brute!

The still blocked Botendaddy

The still blocked Botendaddy





Romantick Olde English Poetry

Elegy on an Olde Parish Outhouse

Some come here to sytte and thinke 🤔

Some come here to shytte 💩 … and stinke

But I, yea I, come here to scratche yon balles

and reade the bulle 🐄 shytte 💩 on the walls…

and reade the bullshytte on the walls.

Milton 1668

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Ode to a fetydde Colon

Here I sytte… broken 💔 hearted,

tried to shytte 💩

yet only fartede

I left and thought 💭 I’d plye my chance

tried to farte 💨  and shytte 💩 my pants 👖

Keats 1892

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Contemplating an Ancient Conche Shelle 🐚’

Those who scrybe ✏️ on shytte house 🏡  🚽 walls

May rolle their shytte in little balls 🏀

and those who reade yon words of wytte

can eat said fetid balls of shytte.

Shelley 1788

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Botendaddy fired from Quoscars hosting after homophobic, transphobic, islamophibic, anti-Semitic, Polar-Bear drowning hate Qweet from 1927 discovered on old wooden computer.

“It’s cold today. But I need 3.57 miles to be within 15 miles of my annual mileage goal.”

I Shroake as we walked through the frozen parklet.

”I met you here as you remember, Yon aged Botendaddy. Can we talk for a minute? It is too late for me. No-one will ever love 💕 me again. My soul is dying. Listen to me. I want you, in this 24 degree weather, to take me back into the huge abandoned maintenance shed and f@&k me like you’re trying to break my pelvis. I want your red-hot, 🔥  gooey, yucky 🤢 old Man spermatozoons pouring into my uterus, through my Fallopian tubes and literally soaking my sad 😞 remaining 39 year old eggs. Then I want to get hugely pregnant 🤰 and wear t-shirts that say: ‘Botendaddy impregnated me.’ I need your sperm to vindicate my existence as a woman. F@&k me, impregnate me, marry me, you goddamned misshapen, hideous shitlermodostein (Shit 💩+ Hitler + Quasimodo + Frankenstein) freak!”

The frozen trail

So my dear readers, yes the Librarian was in a fragile mental state. She needed love ❤️ reassurance, tenderness, the human touch. So I f@&$ed her wildly in the ice cold maintenance shed. Her shroakes of ‘f@&k me, you ancient freak!’ echoed off the corrugated metal building and down the creek bed. When I was done ✅ she was literally filled with hot gooey, creepy, slimy old man spermatozoon. She was utterly defiled, like some ancient maiden of Roman Lore, laying spread eagle 🦅 in a stupor, drooling 🤤  with ecstasy.

Them we ran. Blah blah blah. First mile slow. Second mile slower. Third mile worse. Then I was attacked by a giant poodle 🐩. The Librarian, I noticed, had a funky cute little ponytail and a hot 🥵 lithe body outlined in her black spandex.

“You already took it, dominated it, controlled it, owned it, claimed it, why stare at it, you hideous monstrosity. I feel so dirty, so used, so slimy, ashamed beyond imagination that I could stoop so low as to let a big nasty 😷 sweaty, hairy, aged, muscular, red hot ape 🦍 like you fill me with spermatozoons. God, I love it 🥰. This fat slob just f@&$ked me! Look at him!”

She Screamed.

”Very Nice honey 🍯. You looked like you needed it… bad. It’s pathetic, really. You’ve hit rock bottom. A nice lonely girl like you and this horrific, creepy, sexy, muscular, yummy young ape 🦍-man with his titanic pelvis-stretching Easter Island Godhead of a phallus-snake-anaconda.”

Said an old lady who looked like Helen Hayes.

”Fifteen miles to my goal!”

I Shroake.

”Let’s f@&k again. My soul is dying without your slobberish, crushing man-weight on top of me.”

Shroake the Librarian

Iced lemon 🍋 tea 🍵 with honey 🍯?

Peace be the Botendaddy

Herbert Morrison and the True Story of the Hindenburg Disaster

May 1, 1937 Radio 📻 Station 🚉 Chicago, Illinois

J. Jonas Jameson – news director :

“Morrison! There’s a goddamned  depression on. We don’t have the cash 💵 flow to support a bunch of stupid, dopey, dummy idiots like you and your moronic sidekick sound engineer, Charlie the dope. Before I fire 🔥 you two imbeciles, I’m giving you the shittiest assignment possible. You’re going to New Jersey on a third class baggage 🧳 train 🚂 car with the goats 🐐 manure and derelicts. You’re going to watch that stupid Nazi airship come in and basically just test the sound and camera 🎥 equipment because no-one cares. Then, I can show how useless you two bastards are and fire you both!”

Morrisson looks at his sound engineer, then they both nod.

They go to the train station with their equipment. They get on the baggage car next to the shit-covered goats 🐐 ‘naaaaah’ ‘NAAAAAH’

”Wow Charlie, this is the end of the road. Jameson’s an asshole and our station is a bunch of shitty cheapskates.”

”Yeah, Herb 🌿 unless a World 🌎 War breaks out, we’ll never work again.”

May 6th, Lakehurst New Jersey:

”Oh the humanity!”

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Now considered to be the single greatest radio broadcast in American history.

Chicago Radio 📻 Station 🚉 May 10th, 1937.

Top Hat 🎩 big boss radio station owner man:

“Jameson, you fucking idiot! You shithead! You said these guys were fucking morons and they just lined my pockets with millions 💰 MILLIONS! 🌿 Herb, Charlie! You’re both promoted! Jameson! You asswipe! You’re demoted to cleaning 🧹 the filthy bacteria-stoked rancid encrusted shit 💩 off the radio station 🚉 toilets 🚽!”

Botendaddy Spotted in Studebaker on Lincoln Highway at Esso Station Roaking Lucky Strikes. State Police issue Shoot to Kill Orders

Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Dateline Gettysburg, December 8, 1949.

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Federal Agents, Pa Department of Agriculture and Pa State Police 👮 are in pursuit of a lime green 1947 Studebaker with known pinko, commie, pervo (Pronounced poi-veaux), subversive (Pronounced sub-voi-sieve) Botendaddy at the wheel.

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He is described as a white male Caucasian with pale complexion and white skin, aka Bobo, aka Mr. Charlie, aka The Man, aka Ofey, aka honky, aka The Devil 😈.

Approach with caution. Do not take him alive!

”That was the tattered old headline of the Chambersburg Intelligencer and Sunday News Register. Defunct some thirty years now. It’s your goddamned photo you Communist scumbag! Traitor! Code name Yuri! Do you think the Pennsylvania Department of Agriculture ever closes an unsolved case of Commie Subversion by enemies of the Commonwealth! I am F. Pearson Luzerne, V. You shitty Dorian Gray! You Devil’s spawn! You never age! My grandfather pursued you and my father after him!”

I was hold up in a burning building as the Zoganian agents of the Shi’taanic Federal Gummint’ closed in. I was clutching my gun and my bible as the flames grew higher.

The Federal, State and local law enforcement agencies were firing thousands of rounds, attacking the compound with fire tanks and snipers.

”You’ll never get me, you shit-covered shitty flatfoots! You shit-soaked coppers! Yeah, yeah! That’s the ticket 🎫! You dirty rats 🐀! You killed my brother!”

By morning the compound was ashes. A single man in a fedora 🎩 walked around picking at the rubble with an antique cane with the two horse 🐎 symbol of the Ancient Free and Accepted Commonwealth of the beloved Quaker The Rt. Hon. Wm. Penn. It was F. Pearson Luzerne the V!

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Since the Gallianist, Bolshevik Wobblies of the Fifthteenth Internationale of the Knights of Labor Molly Maguires in 1902 (Pronounced 19 aught twai-ee!), The F. Pearson Luzerne the 1st (Pronounced Wunth) have pursued the ageless Botendaddy, 3,000 years old! Kept alive by an evil Scarab Beetle! In the name of savage Kaph! I conjure thee! Yog Sothoth!

”I’ll get him! That shit-covered pinko! And his little dog too!”


Peace be the Botendaddy


Extra: Dateline Markleysburg – Court of Quarter Sessions Orders Botendaddy Closed, President Truman Shocked!

PER CURIAM by motion of the Pa. Department of Agriculture, F. Pearson Luzerne, commanding, This 7th Day of December 1949, Sitting at Somerset, County of Somerset, Free and Accepted Commonwealth of Pennsylvania of the Good Quaker, under the guidance of Jesus Christ, official and legally authorized deity of Said Commonwealth, by order of the Court of Quarter Sessions, Said newspaper 📰 pamphleteer and clear channel AM Radio Station 🚉 operating at a power of 10,000 Megawatts and a frequency of 1,706 KHz on your radio dial is hereby enjoined from all subversive activity until a hearing is held on charges of prurient content promoting godless Bolshevism, Bourgeois Homosexualism, poor physical culture and infecting the minds of American youth with commie pervo pinko subversive content. Botendaddy to be held in indefinite secret detention without bail and to wit, said Botendaddy, to be treated humanely with uncontrolled beatings, torture and violent interrogation as permitted by the protections of the Article XII of the Constitution of Said ancient Commonwealth.


Brand-New Kodak Brownie Hawkeye Spy Canera seized in the Botendaddy (Pronounced Traitor) Raids, 1949


Nissim Black performs in Homestead, PA World’s only Black Orthodox Jewish Rapper

“OK there might be some Jewish-African soul brothers or sisters out there who rap. But what do I know, I’m I’m like the worst Jew ever.”

I Shroake.

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”How is that even defined?”

Shroake the Stalker.

”OK. So You occasionally go to Temple, like on High Holy Days. You’ve never been to Israel 🇮🇱. You can’t speak Hebrew. You fake reading in Temple. You don’t know any of the holidays. You don’t keep Kosher. You don’t know any of the ceremonies or rules. You don’t look Jewish. You are too tall, fair haired and blue-eyed. You sort of know the Bible stories. Other Jews think you are an idiot. You joined a Protestant fraternity in College and you spent most of your life in the Army. You eat cow 🐄 tongue 👅 but not chopped liver.”

Nissim spits wicked flow at Hanukkah 🕎 celebrations under the bridge 🌉 

I Shroake as we awaited Nissim Black.

”Look at the Orthodox. They have their own thing. They are real. Authentic. I’m like a space alien 👽 to them. The Boten-daughter is the same way I am. We don’t blend here.”

Shroakified I-self (Third nominative declension of myself)

”I love these people. Look at the positive energy. So you are rejected 🙅‍♂️ by the so-called white man and from Jews as well?”

Shraike the Stalker.

Lighting the Menorah

“You spent too much time among the white man and you have adopted their ways. You were corrupted by the white devil 😈 the white Satan, the man, el hombre aka Mr. Charlie aka Bobo aka Ofay.”

Said Big Chief Guyasuta.

”Chief, you’re a moron.”

Said Devon.

The crowd loved Nissim. He came right to the audience with beats, rhymes and flows. The kids were going crazy. They had one of their own as a rapper. He seemed almost startled by the warm, bordering on frenzied reception from the Pittsburgh region.

”Your people are awesome. I love their energy. It’s a real community. Here we are under a machine-age bridge 🌉 in Old Homestead celebrating the Festival of Lights.”

Said Devon.

”Same here. Thanks for inviting us down.”

Nodded the Chief.

”Our people.”

Said I-self and the Boten-daughter simultaneously.

”We’re not even sure who we really are.”

I muttered.

”But everyone else knows who we are.”

Stated the Boten-daughter.

”Hot cocoa with whipped?”

Peace be the Botendaddy





Movies I like that the critics hated

“Streets of Fire” The Michael Paré face slapping scene is one of the best Mano a Mano scènes in all of cinema. The dialog is fantastic. Ellen Aim’s Meatloaf style songs are horrible. Ry Cooder and the Blaster’s songs are awesome. Amy Madigan, Debbie Van Valkenburgh and Rick Moranis are perfect. And the weird, evil, sexually ambiguous Willem Dafoe is a classic film bad guy. The two best face offs are Cody vs Raven (Dafoe) and The soldier (Madigan) vs Billy Fish (Rick Moranis). Possibly one of the best cult films  🎥 ever. Should have won an academy award for cinematography and musical score. If you don’t like this film 🎞 it’s because you are a stupid, idiotic douchebag.

”Almost Heroes.” Period piece. Pacing was a little too slow. The classic scene where Edwards played by Matthew Perry tried to teach teacher Hunt played by Chris Farley is worth the price of admission. I also enjoy the Eagle 🦅 scenes and most of all the mentally ill Indian face-slapping scene was awesome. One of the worst rated films of all time. But I love it.

”The Film-Flam Man.” George C. Scott and Michale Sarrazin. AWOL purposeless young soldier meets up with Crazy old man. “Onky girl I ever met with purpose eyes” Part of the Neo-South genre of the 1960’s like Cool Hand Luke. Brilliant tragically underrated film with an excellent musical score. Kind of the progenitor to 1974’s “The Sting.” If you don’t like this film, it’s because you are stupid.

”Wagon’s East.” An incredibly bad movie. How can you not love John McGinley’s gay bookseller and secret expert gunfighter? Richard Lewis as the malpracticing Civil War Doctor. The Indians who desperately want them to leave and of course John Candy 🍬 as the failed back-country guide?

”Bring me the Head of Alfredo Garcia.” Warren Oates. Fantastic film. It was actually part of the Mexican film genre. It’s crude and edgy and you can see vestiges of it in later Rodriguez and Tarantino films. If you don’t like this film, you are an incredibly stupid, dopey Alfred E. Newman-face dummy.

”Road House” Possibly the greatest bad movie of all time. Ben Gazzarra as the completely psychotic bad guy, Sam Elliott as Dalton’s sidekick. The famous “speech” “I want you to be nice!” “What if someone calls my mama a whore?” “Is she?” The epic battle. The goofy 😋 sidekick: “A baar 🐻 fell on me!