I gave it a shot. Toning it down. It’s just not gonna work for me, folks. I’m going to have to be myself. That doesn’t mean a "Fuck You" in every post, but just the self-imposed exile has taken a toll.
Judging by these collectivist panties-in-a-bunch "paleo" fans, I’m completely attracting the wrong kinds of readers, now. I’ll be happy to go back to hundreds instead of thousands & tens of thousands just to be rid of morons who want me to be some sort of Frankensteinesque version of a Fucking-Paleo-Obama, or some form of incomprehensible shit. I quote from comments.
Pussy #1, using a "man’s" name ("John"):
Your plea sounds more like the call of a cult leader. Or a sissy bitch who needs backup.
He’s evidently overwrought over the fact that I was on vacation and rather than spend the hours per day I normally do (over years and hundreds of posts), I called in a favor from readers. Oh, fucking woe is me.
And pussy #2, another "man" who calls himself "Kevin".
Notch one more up for Paleo advocates who think your approach Richard is loud mouthed, arrogant, childish and naive.
And won’t you note that the both of them are basically anonymous. They have no website link, no profile, no email address. They’re…pussymen. They want to comment and critique that which they add nothing to, nor pay for, but they’re unwilling to suffer any consequences for their actions whatsoever. Pussies.
The moratorium on f-boms has come to an end. I’m clearly attracting the wrong kinds of readers. I always wanted this to go a particular way, and things are getting off track. My fault.
And here’s the deal: I loath paleo pussies (read it, you two). And, I’m all for slitting throats & eating livers. I meant it when I said this about our inner Animal.
No quarter, no mercy, go fuck yourselves.
The last thing this blog will ever be is a comfortable place for paleo tea & crumpets, for people who like to verbally masturbate in public. That would be unnatural, unnanimal.