Way to go, faggot.

I had a different post for today, but instead, we’re going to talk about the word faggot.

That’s right, I totally typed that out loud on the internet.

Faggot.

f-a-g-g-o-t

faggot. faggotfaggotfaggotfaggotfaggot — Faaaaaaagooootttttttt…

hey, guess what?
faggot!

No @^#^&*#@, no shying away from it, just tossing that bad boy out into the stratosphere.

Personally, I love the word faggot. I think it’s great. I love when people use it in a sentence. I’m delighted when someone drops the fag-bomb in my presence, and have openly laughed at its utterance.

Do you know why I have no fear about using that word in a sentence?

Because I know that that word means something which is not what Bret Ratner thinks it means.

A faggot is a bundle of sticks.

Wanna see it in context? Read Thomas Hardy’s Return of the Native, acquire some knowledge, and share in the torture of my high school sophomore year’s required reading materials.

So go on. Use the word faggot.

I think it’s great that you’re choosing to show your illiteracy.

I’m delighted to know that in attempting to slag someone else down, you’ve only managed to publicly display your own ignorance.

Because in that moment when you have mustered the same courage as a drunken college boy sitting in a folding chair on the front lawn of his frat house bellowing incoherently at people walking by, I will openly laugh at the fact that the pinnacle of your ability of insult someone is to call them a bundle of sticks.

Way to go, ya fuckin’ faggot.

Music: F*ck You – Lily Allen (It’s Not Me, It’s You)