Today In Heinous White Women: Terrible Lady Calls Guy A Rapist And An Animal Because He's Mexican
NY Times- A man and his mother were doing yard work in California when a woman unleashed a diatribe against Mexicans, and — invoking President Trump — called them rapists, animals and drug dealers.
The encounter was captured in a video that was posted on Twitter early Monday morning and had been viewed more than two million times by night.
Mr. Guzman told the woman that “we’re honest people.” She laughed and countered with her own impressions: “Rapists. Animals. Drug dealers.” She mentioned the president, who has at times made similar remarks about illegal immigrants coming across the border, often from Mexico.
The Guardian reported that he works in information technology and does construction on the side.
During his 2015 announcement that he was running for president, he assailed immigrants from Mexico, saying: “They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists.”
Close your eyes and watch this video with sound. Based on what she’s saying, this woman should be pretty easy to picture. If I had only seen the thumbnail of this woman, standing with her hand on her play-doh hip, her enormous tricep meat swinging like a horse’s ball bag slathered in crisco, I would have known exactly how she feels about Mexicans. And probably every minority, honestly. You’re telling me this lady…
… doesn’t have a thoughtful, adaptive mindset about immigrants in America? Wait, the lady in the 7/8ths jeans, with the prescription lenses that become sunglasses the moment she yells at a landscaper? With the haircut that was clearly done to follow the contours of a salad bowl? Who chooses velcro shoes with strong ankle support because convenience is the key to footwear? Man, I didn’t see it coming at all.
When she said “come here, little boy” and did the motion you’re supposed to do during cunnilingus, I was praying for a goat to run through that garage and spear her in the gut. Would have been more satisfying than the Grape lady fall, like punching a cake. Its head would disappear and they’d have to bring in a team of horses to pull it out of that ring ding flesh-mud, which would make a squelching, suction-freeing sound. That would have been the right display of justice.
Pat made a great point on the Pat Mcafee show yesterday about this very type of person:
They pop up about once a week these days, emboldened by Trump and thinking it’s finally ok for them to voice their true thoughts. And as Pat said, I really don’t want to be lumped in with this lump of worthless nut butter. If this lady is your hero, the voice that represents your own, you should probably head to taqueria, grab a Corona and a fajita, and expand your horizons a bit. You might just find that combination of spicy goodness to your liking. Or maybe you’ll have a heart attack. Either way, it’s a win for America.