I recently posted a joke on Facebook:

Just a silly joke, and all the comments were positive and we all got a good laugh until one irate liberal named Carlos Castillo felt the need to Fact-Check my comedy:

Okay, now I thought that was funnier than the original joke. We toss out a punchline, and liberals whine it’s not “factual”- missing the point entirely. It’s humor dumb-ass, not a damn dissertation, but they’re too fucking dense to know the difference, and here’s the deal, it seems to happen A LOT!

So because I found that amusing as hell, I shared a screen shot of both the original joke and Carlos’s response. I also made the following obersvation:

Now, I don’t know this dude and we’re not friends on Facebook, but still Carlos saw my post to which he responded in this typical libtarded fashion:

So, being as I like putting these twatwaffles in the spotlight and give them the public attention they so deeply desire, I once again screen shot his homophobic comment and re-posted it as well, which brought up an interesting topic.

Since the creation of message boards, years before the first social media platforms, liberal’s always seem to respond to conservatives in the same old way, with a tired playbook of flinging strongly worded homophobic slurs and drowning their attacks in a tidal wave of crude sexual innuendos that never seem to end. Several of my X followers and Facebook friends as well, asked me the same question. “Why do liberals, who claim to be exceedingly tolerant of gays and gay rights, always resort to over the top, homoerotic and homophobic terms and insults when engaging with conservatives?”

The answer’s pretty straightforward actually, and it has nothing to do with their own sexual proclivities: it all boils down to their painfully narrow, dim-witted understanding of who we conservatives really are. In their warped little minds, they imagine us as nothing more than a bunch of weak, frail old fogies, clutching dusty Bibles and shuffling into Sunday School with trembling hands.

They see us as overly sensitive, bubble-wrapped Christians who’ve lived such sheltered lives that we spend our Wednesdays at men’s fellowship meetings, sipping weak coffee, and planning the next potluck dinner with all the excitement of a stale bake sale. It’s a lazy caricature that says more about their ignorance than it does about our reality!

So, they come at us with childish jabs straight out of their twisted playbook, crude references to gay porn videos, their fellatio fantasies, golden shower scenarios, and even a flurry of big black dildos dancing in the moonlight of their imaginations. All the while thinking we’ll be so scandalized we’ll bolt from the room, shrieking in horror like Victorian prudes after accidentally glimpsing a rogue ankle in a frisky gust of wind!

It’s funny as hell actually, because Carlos don’t even have a clue who I am. I’m Jaz McKay, I hosted a radio show in 1988 in Michigan that’d make Howard Stern uncomfortable, I rolled with 1%er motorcycle clubs across Ohio, Florida, and most of the Midwest. I sold drugs too, not just marijuana but sizeable quantities of meth and cocaine and I dealt with some real scumbags. I’ve fucking had guns shoved in my face more times than I can count, and I’ve pulled a few myself. I know the clang of a steel door closing behind me, locking me in. I ran five all-nude strip joints, produced and peddled a stash of hardcore porn flicks, and raked in tens of thousands a week.

Look up “debauchery,” and you’d see me grinning back at you. I’m no saint, never was, and while I may not be proud of who I used to be, I’ve turned it around and handed my soul to God the Father, but no libtard should ever think, not for one minute, they’re ever gonna shock me or make me blush with any of their banal rants. I’ve coughed up green globs of snot in the morning after a three day bender more intimidating than any one of them.

Newsflash For You Libtard Fucksticks: most of us couldn’t care less about your playground-level shock tactics. One thing for sure we are not doing is “wringing their hands in dismay.” Save your sexual fantasies for your late night Tender dates.

We sure as hell ain’t your grandpa’s polite, good-natured conservative’s you brain-dead, drooling jackwagons. You fools couldn’t find your own asses with a map and a flashlight! We’re not the milquetoast, turn-the-other-cheek types of yesteryear who’d blush at your filth and scurry off to a prayer circle, no, we’re a new breed, ready to shove your pathetic, juvenile taunts right back down your whiny throats, you sniveling, snot-nosed morons! So take your limp-dick insults and feed um to your gerbils, because we’re here to fight, not faint, and we will kick your ass! Ain’t a threat, it’s a promise motherfucker.

Sure, we might be polite to the elderly and treat the ladies with respect, but don’t you dare mistake that courtesy for weakness, because we’re the hard-working backbone of this country and never forget we’re also the the ones packing heat, which reminds me, we also know all the best places to stash a stiff where no one’s ever gonna find it!

By the way, I think you really know this because you fuckers never approach us in real life with your bullshit. You’re really just a bunch of purple haired pussies and if you wanna dance, just remember this “Fuck Around & Find Out” video, it just never gets old:

So, in conclusion understand one thing, I am not disrespecting God, I’m just saying that we aren’t all angels, we ain’t innocent lambs, living sheltered lives, in fact most of us are sinners with pretty sketchy pasts who can’t be shocked by the narrow minded rants of the far left goon squad. Yes we are doing Gods work here, yes God wants us to fall to our knees in worship of Him but, he also wants us to stand up and face the devil without fear or intermediation. When the leftist who throws profanity and obscenities at us as a way of attempting to frighten us or throw us off our game and hurt our feelings, we are not a fragile as they are and we’re not going to be effected one little bit by that. We will push back and we do it pretty hard.

Just think of us as the sheepdog, protecting the flock.