I am not opposed to men wearing a lady’s blouse or women’s accessories, as long as you look like someone I would want to have an aborted (aka killed) baby with, so I can sell the fetus either to Mecca, Nestlé or Freemasons, depending on who pays better.

I am not opposed to attempts to declare weird-looking things as “art” or “fashion”.

It’s a layman’s funeral.

I am opposed to theft (the stupid me, Vlad Țepeș) selling it as your creation, and then having men dressed up as if they’re suffering from gender dysphoria.

Are men gone?

I know what you are trying to do.

This effemination. Bad idea. Ugly idea.

60 years ago more men were walking around – minus vegetarians.

As the great great Denny Crane said: “You would agree, Mr. Mayor that by, and large, vegetarians are communists”.

Single bubble bees screaming like in a musical checking all the woke (= I just farted while someone entered the room and I shall act now, as if I was the politically correct party, despite polluting the air more like a dozen of mad-cows in a sunny day) art-defaming-criteria: featuring the boyless boy who cried wolf and the vegan monkeys – OFFENSE ! OFFENSE ! Until a real offense takes place.

Now we’re silent like the vegan monkeys who have found their bananas and the boy who realizes – it was never the wolf. He removed his genitalia the year before, now he wants it back and the jungle must pay for it.

Oh, Mowgli. You should have stuck with that little slutty underage girl, up for marriage.

It’s legal now in Germany. When jungle and slaughtering come to town and the country blessed with the highest reward of (homosexual) pedophiles covers up the crimes.

Still not getting cash from that either. Nor can I sell the aborted fetus to Mecca, Nestlé, or Freemasons, depending on who pays better.

Luckily, we don’t pull a Samuel Paty on anybody.

Maybe that’s our mistake.

At my funeral, I want water in plastic bottles, airplanes, and balls.