As of late, I’ve had the craziest dreams, and when I say crazy, trust me. They’re crazy!

I dreamt of having my butt probed by a shady doctor. He found a clear bag of chocolate finger cookies that had been lurking for ten years, the cause for my constipation.

It was an exciting moment because for one, I could finally poo smoothly again and secondly, it would give me the opportunity to post a picture online to gross out all the pretty girls! Unfortunately, before I could take it, Dad mixed the cookies together with my beloved jar of pretzels. I was pissed.

I dreamt that I developed lopsided man-boobs and an elongated left nipple. It was lactating and drippy, while I played with it like a guitar.

I dreamt of an immortal chubby woman who was part demon. She was trapped within an opera house for millennia, in a dressing room upstairs. It was torture as the temperature was consistently 57 °C. Once released, her flesh was beyond succulent, while her skin resembled that of crispy pork rind. I hungered for her…

I dreamt of a fat Mexican man with a thick moustache. He was sweaty and horny and also had the swine flu. He found me extremely attractive and tried to rape me.

I also dreamt of a blonde trucker who resembled that of Jake Busey. He tried forcing me to give him oral sex. While Dad was protecting me, the trucker took his blade and was about to stab him. The cop from across the street blew his head wide open.

Crazy enough? Haha.

Surprisingly, as it was with defending white people, there are consequences with defending the black community as well. In my previous entry, I wrote of racial propaganda and its usage as a seemingly justifiable attack against those who are thought of as criticizing any person of colour.

A lot of readers have asked why it had anything to do with race, even while the answer was right in front of them. Was it really a coincidence that all three of the violently offended culprits were black? Was it a coincidence that I was called a bigot for stating, “Dead paedophiles make me smile?”

While the term “bigotry” may have various meanings, how often, if ever do you call it discrimination for someone to be against the idea of paedophilia? Such an argument is false with no foundation.

Unfortunately, racial propaganda is real. It creates an environment where people are afraid to speak out against national minorities. The danger of this is rather simple. It causes anger in national majorities, thus continuing the war that is racism.

And how was I defending black people?

These racist pieces of shit do not represent the black community. They only add fuel to the fire, causing discrimination against the innocent, which in turn creates even more victims of racism.

Exposing them and making the world understand this sad truth is something I felt I had to do as a first-hand witness. Because of racial propaganda, I was personally attacked for my physical disability for no reason, except that I’m not a fan of child molesters.

Racial propaganda needs to stop. I wasn’t speaking of Michael Jackson. I never mentioned his name. However, even if I was criticizing a black man, is it still reason to call me a “bigot?” Sorry, but none of us are obliged to love and adore every black person in the world. It would be ridiculous, even more so than yours truly!

These people are truly a disgrace to black people, and why do I have the right to say this? Equality.

You see the beauty of equality is that it allows for anyone of any race to defend anyone of any race. Equality spells for equal rights and equal opportunities. Why is it wrong for people to defend people, regardless of skin colour?

Was it necessary for Culprit # 2 to not only insult, but degrade me for being diagnosed with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy?

Culprit # 2 wrote:

“nevermind, you can’t… MOVING right along ;)”

Unfortunately for her, I’m not someone who will sit here and take degradation. Despite what some may feel about the physically disabled, I am no pussy. There will be consequences if you try and hurt me.

The crimes against Ricky will not go unpunished. You will get shit if you give shit…

DO NOT TEST ME.

DO NOT TRY AND PICK ON SOMEONE YOU ARE INTELLECTUALLY INFERIOR TO.

DO NOT FUCK WITH ME.

You will be defeated. I will retaliate, at will.

In her last comment, Culprit # 1 wrote:

“You have a big issue with insults toward people who can’t defend themselves, and yet you not only insult, but try to degrade someone for having a physical disability. What kind of self admitting hypocrite are you? This is why you continually fail to present an argument because you have no logic.”

This is the perfect example of someone who is unable to hold an argument, not that she even had one to begin with.

Please don’t personally attack me if you’re too much of a coward to face the consequences. If you’re going to fight with me, have the decency of growing even just one brain cell.

Lastly, regarding apologies, unlike what they have tried so hard to rationalize, there were no apologies.

Culprit # 2 wrote: “However, I notice one thing… when I did issue HALF an apology, that wasn’t desired, even if I meant it… you wanted to do this, so ok.”

Culprit # 1 wrote: “I apoligized for the 2nd half of the comment I left him, but not for the 1st part.”

Sorry, but what the hell are “half” apologies?

As you can see, debating with illogical, irrational and incompetent fools is entertaining. It’s incredibly fun to crush them like insects with nothing more than common sense.

Stupid people amuse me.

Yesterday, I made a short entry that wrote “Dead paedophiles make me smile.” Assuming I was even talking about the late Michael Jackson, it brought on a number of personal attacks from a few lousy excuses for black people.

Culprit # 1 wrote:

“What if somebody came on here telling you that cripples make them smile? Atleast he wasn’t confined in a damn bed all day. Stupid fuck”

This is an unfortunate example of someone who would choose to defend paedophiles in general just to prove a point that was already lacking. What do crippled people have to do with paedophiles? He compares the physically disabled to child molesters, implying they’re on the same level. He also assumed that I’m confined to a bed all day.

“I’m just stating FACT. Doesn’t matter I’m done with this”

Unfortunately for him, there was no “fact,” only ignorance and incompetence to come up with a rational argument. As you can see from the first comment, there wasn’t an argument to begin with.

“Well let’s see I will admit that he was twisted in the head, but you don’t see me disrespecting the man after he died”

Would it be safe to assume that he respects Hitler?

“This is ur site and you can say what you want just like I can come on here and leave whatever comment I want”

The culprit who lacks a point and argument will eventually find his downfall. It’s a clear indication of sidestepping the issue.

“I’m not takin back the 1st half of my comment”

Need I say more?

“…but I just felt I had to say something”

It’s actually quite hilarious that feeling you have to say something outweighs the significance of saying something that has merit. If you don’t have anything intelligent or meaningful to say, it’s only logical to keep quiet.

Culprit # 2 wrote:

“Ok… you’re all being stupid. Nobody’s wanting to screw a crippled in ANY lifetime. Ignorance is bliss, and in this case…”

Ignorance is indeed bliss. Generalizing that no one in the world would want to have sex with a crippled person is ignorant. As far as admitting to being ignorant is concerned, she undermined her entire “point.”

“you have no reason to smile, cuz even if he WAS snatchin booty, nobody wants one that CAN’T THROW IT BACK. *smiles* JERKOFF”

This is true. I am physically disabled with a form of muscular dystrophy that renders me unable to “do” someone, but then this dude can be “do’d.” ;)

“…even if he WAS snatchin booty,” as in little boys? Justifying and defending the act of having sex with a child is rather disturbing and sick, don’t you think?

“nevermind, you can’t… MOVING right along ;)”

Making fun of the fact that I’m physically unable to reach down to relieve myself through masturbation. Classy.

Person # 3 wrote:

“dead bigots make me smile”

This is another perfect example of the fact of white oppression, and in other races. This is where even when you’re thought of as criticizing any black person that you’re automatically a bigot. Such a bold statement proves the point in my entry, I’m Cursed: Overcoming My Fears of Black People, that racial propaganda and its continued usage exists.

It’s the same as a comment I received, “This is one weird entry, buddy. I’ve never feared asking that question, though. I just save it for a last resort.”

The question being, “Is it because I’m black?”

This type of propaganda is what drives racism to continue, forcing the oppression to be rendered harmless and unnoticed, socially acceptable even. Was it a coincidence that all three culprits were black?

You’re a disgrace to black people because:

1. Your assumption that I was even referring to Michael Jackson causes your entire foundation to be unfounded.

2. You lack intelligence to differentiate between rational thinking and assumption, compromising your moral integrity for the sake of arguing.

3. You had no argument.

4. You lack a point.

5. You fail to understand the concept of defence and so you lower yourself to personal attacks that were all but ignorant.

6. Resulting from this, you have discriminated against the physically disabled community, and for what? Dead paedophiles?

7. You’re also racist, assuming everything is about race. I’m sorry, but while there are paedophiles that are black, not all of them are!

There are times when I feel badly for the black community because with the prevalence of other races that generalize and discriminate, the aforementioned racist pieces of shit are creating a bad name for the rest of them. As a national minority myself, being responsible for my own behaviour is a necessity. I don’t speak for all Chinese people, but still I have to own up.

Don’t try to “debate” with someone when you obviously lack the brain capacity to form an argument. I will cut you down with logic and you wouldn’t even know what hit you.

Do not be deceived. The aforementioned racist pieces of shit do not represent the black community. The victims of their behaviour are undeserving of unjustified acts of discrimination as a direct result of racial propaganda.

In the future, there may be a new form of prejudice that will humble what we know as racism to the dust. Are you prepared for that day?

I chose human supremacy.

What would you do if aliens invaded Earth? Which side would you choose?

Dear Strawberry Gummy,

There are places in my mouth that are yours and yours alone, and in them my taste buds linger, savouring you. As you are placed upon my tongue, your fruity delight surrounds me. I surrender to an unimaginable flavour, bursting into life. Gracefully melting within my oral cavity, your juices begin to flow and I can’t help but fall, my indulgence in you.

Though I’d have candy from time to time, I was never much a fan. When I looked into your bag, I didn’t know what to think. I remained unfazed, assuming you were artificial confectionery, but the adorned packaging of your individual self allured my every sense. In my heart I knew that I had to taste you; a moment of now or never.

Your thin coating of syrup teased me as it became harder to resist temptation. My desire was to take you in with a single bite, to satisfy my craving. Yet the seduction to taste your inner sugars consumed me, the journey of discovering more.

With an embrace of many twirls, I came to understand your needs. You never wanted to be an instant gratification, nothing more than just a treat. You want to be enjoyed and appreciated for everything you are. You want to be relished to the core of your sweetness. I realized I had to treat you with only tender loving care.

In your kind modesty, imperfections were revealed upon the crevices of your skin. You don’t want to be rejected for faults you already possess, while you fear to disappoint. You fail to understand the beauty of your imperfections, for it only takes a little patience to render perfection. They disappear as your melt continues in my mouth. You and you alone were all that I could taste.

Closing my eyes to savour every part of you, it broke a part of mine. I wonder how you thought possible that imperfections could ever compromise your sweet nature. It encourages you to pleasure others first without much care for yourself, but I hope you know its encouragement inspires me also, to pleasure only you as I learn to consider your mushy centre.

Sometimes it’s hard to unwrap you within the stubbornness of your packaging. A lot have given up in your attempts to protect yourself. Should you ever believe you’re not worth the trouble, know that you make me want to be a better sweet tooth. What lies beneath your wrapping, within your candy exterior is worth every effort, because of you.

Only one of you remains as I contemplate whether to surrender. I do, and with each layer my mouth enfolds, you still captivate my senses. I love the roundness of you, how you’re plump and juicy. I don’t need you to be smaller to find the sweetness that is you. I love the way you become slippery when wet. And when you become small and delectable, I will lick to the very last drop of your elixir.

Dear Strawberry Gummy, you have redefined my definition of fruity flavor and your soft chewiness inspires me to want you, but to protect you even more. I had always been loyal to salt, until you came along. I crave for you, my dearest sweet gummy.

As I sit here alone with this empty bag, I continue missing every part of you. I miss you so much. I’m sorry that I made things complicated by searching at some other candy store. It wasn’t worth the effort when none of those results compare to you. I promise I will find and unwrap you all over, for I’m in love with you, and I always will be.

Yours,
Gummy Bear Ricky