Showing posts with label Kansas City. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kansas City. Show all posts

Jun 13, 2010

The Terrible Truth About Kansas City Revisited

I know it's been over nine long years since my last report on the homosexual underground gay Kansas City faggot sex network, but I made it back from Butt Hill with more information on the sordid affair to share with you, the good common decent citizens of Kansas City who are fighting back against all of the eager gay cocks aimed in your direction!

Using my linguistic tools to descramble the secret codes embedded in many institutions around Kansas City, I have busted wide open the attempts by Kansas City faggots to lure straight people into the cummy mire of homosexuality, cock-lust, and anal perversion. Read on to learn what took me nine long hard years of spying and secrecy to uncover!

Oct 8, 2004

Ode to Kansas City

Kansas City is New Sodom,
submerged crotch-deep
in gay conspiracy.

Large leather-bears and thin boy-men
run the rainbow seeking their rewards.
Frantic 12" remixes pump as candied
twinks struggle to take it all in on
the dancefloor.

Rave! I do urban blow!
It tastes slightly sweaty.

Amoral! We rim!
That smells pretty naughty.

Aim lower! Ram!
That feels roughly filling.

Under a Satanic sky,
Santorum flows like water.
Kansas City is today's Sodom,
submerged crotch-deep
in gay conspiracy.

May 22, 2002

When Subcultures Collide: Macs & Kansas City

Here in Kansas City it's not so tough being a Mac user, as there are plenty of major chains that sell Macs or peripherals for them (Microcenter and until recently, Circuit City), a large, healthy MUG (featured on Apple's site, no less) and many third-party suppliers and repair facilities (dumpster-diving has been fun since I moved out here). There's only one real drawback of living in Kansas City and being a Mac user: the rampant art faggotry, pseudo-creativity, and nerdario emo fags associated with Macintosh computing!

Yes, sadly, Kansas City is a hotbed for the so-called art and emo communities. You know the kind. Thick, silly glasses, mussed, tussled hair, ill-fitting cardigans, sweaters, dirty jeans and corduroys, and faded T-shirts purposefully purchased for the obscure entity it advertises on it. They're everywhere, these emo idiots, and they've infiltrated the Macintosh community through their affiliation with art.

Talking to one of these jerks is as exciting as digging up your dead grandmother and trying to get her to converse with you (though as hard as it would be staring at the fetid, rotting corpse of a loved one, I'd probably rather do that than spend any time with one of these whining, pierced, star-tattooed morons). They are usually brain-dead to begin with and share a common brain with each other. If art and emo fags sharing a brain is anything like allowing multiple log-ins on a Linux server, you know the drag-and-lag I'm talking about: roughly as fast as fat 4-way amputee quadriplegic in a marathon, and about as sharp as a beach ball.

As easy as the Mac is to use, hardware- and software-wise, these people make it look like Apple has asked them to interface with the thing using assembler. With their eyes shut and using only their tongues to type on the keyboard. Inquiring as to what version of Mac OS they're running usually results in only being able to tell if it's either Mac OS X or not: the old one, or the new one, is about all you'll get. Hoping one of these sub-human poseurs knows anything about their Macs is hoping for too much. I swear to God these people bought their Macs to be different and not because they actually needed a computer that worked right.

Yeah, maybe Macs are computers for people who don't use computers. But dammit, man, if you're going to own a tool, be able to use it and maintain it. I've seen some of these idiots on high-speed connections that are 4 or 5 OS updates behind. My favorite are the clueless slags who run 9.0 on their Mac and refuse to upgrade to X for whatever reason and haven't even touched 9.1 or 9.2. I mean, if you refuse to move up to X, at least be running the latest Mac OS 9 update that you can.

Kansas City's a great place, don't get me wrong. But the art community here, as well as the emo scene, make being a Mac user a little embarrassing. Maybe it's just me, since I moved from an area that wasn't so saturated with subculture shittiness and gayness, but I am having a harder and harder time being the proud underdog Mac user with these vegan indy-rock retards standing in my corner.

Will I abandon the Mac because of them? No. The Mac experience is finally growing my leaps and bounds again after half a decade of holding pattern. But I will start kicking ass and taking names the next time I see some slobbering, giggling emo retardo talking about his new iBook or Power Mac G4 louder than necessary, letting people know how different he is.

And that's a promise.

Jan 25, 2002

Death on Route 69

Jesus fucking Christ. I nearly died today on the highway. Kansas City drivers are terrible anyway so I am always aloof when I drive. But today was something a little more than careless drivers. Someone was out to kill me.

May 21, 2001

The Terrible Truth About Kansas City

Holy shit! I couldn't wait to get into work today so I could share my latest breakthrough in busting the Kansas City Gay Faggot Sex Empire!!!

As I was driving to work, I passed a road right inside of Kansas City limits! The road had a name: RAINBOW BOULEVARD!!! I consider this incontrovertible proof that Kansas City was not founded on American principles of freedom and liberty but on the turgid platform of depraved homosexual lust and faggotry.

Let's linguistically examine what the cockfiends and perverts had in mind when they engineered this city.

May 10, 2001

The Liberty Memorial

Here in Kansas City we have a very special monument right downtown. At the top of the hill rises the Liberty Memorial, a giant phallic symbol dedicated to those who served and died in World War I. This giant cement cock is what attracts the folk who christened the area with a variant of its proper name. Yes, to the people who wear leather but don't ride bikes, this area is known as Butt Hill.

At the Liberty Memorial, local area businessmen demand the trade of he-bitches at all hours of the day. Driving near the wooded area, one can observe professional-looking business men of all races quietly tiptoeing in and out of the walking trails that surround the city's giant War Penis. At lunch, if one observes carefully enough, placid looking boyish twinks pick up johns at the rate of one for every ten minutes. That's six an hour over the lunch hour, and at twenty to fifty dollars a trick, an efficient man-whore can bring in well over two-hundred dollars an hour!!! That's more than some of the business men make themselves. Living in the shadow of the Kansas City Cock pays for those willing to serve sex-hungry business perverts!

Most of the citizens of Kansas City and its surrounding areas are God-fearing Christians, however, and as such, try to clean up the cruisy slums of their city, especially the memorial, where the most unChristian-like conduct occurs. Would Jesus, they ask themselves, be happy if he came to Kansas City to observe its memorial to those who fell in the Great War? Or would he be revolted by all the stiff gay cock wagging about him!?

Police sweeps of the area can only stop the gay sex traffic for days or weeks at a time before the walking fuck-holes resume plying their turgid trade. Constant vigilance and observation of this filthy sex offered by HIV-ridden friendly bears and hairless young boy-twinks offers hope of its removal from the city.

All in all, Kansas City is a great place. It's ranked number eight of the top ten technological cities in America and is sometimes even called the Silicon Prairie. But one thing this great city has in common with the better known Silicon Valley, besides technology, is faggots. Hopefully I can go undercover to try to bust up this dirty trade that infects Kansas City. Though the personal risk may be great, I also believe it will be worth it.