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They delude themselves and their hopeless followers.
Paul Caldwell on the other hand is a true apex alpha male. He's in the background of that meme above because he had the audacity to stand up and comment on this whole fiasco at the time.
He made it a point to say that Sonmez was "blessed" to have a friend like me, bold enough to speak the truth even when a whole mob was screaming at me to shut up.
Ya how dare I mock his turbo slut fucking wife.
How dare I decline his challenge to defend his lady's honor (what honor?).
How dare I criticize a public figure and public speaker, publicizing his life decisions in a bottomless pit of hypocrisy.
Like a regular beta male, Mr. Bullfag is like a woman. He wants to have his cake and eat it too. He wants to be a public speaker and not face public criticism for public actions.
But no, I was the bad guy in this story because that's his wife bro.
Lol gay.
In all of his slut wife's rage and puppeteering, John not only challenged me (and all of the other speakers and attendees) to a fight, he escalated to threats of violence against me.
As if I wouldn't say every word of this to his face.
When he started making threats though, that's when I knew with even more clarity that this dude had never dished out or experienced any kind of violence in his life. He was a chickenhawk.
I had no obligation to appease his cunt fucking wife bitching at him to go fight me. Why would I care what this slut wants? Why should I care about tickling his ego?
John is the kind of guy I would put a bullet in and walk away. I told him as much in writing if he decided to FAFO.
There's no honor in fighting a slave on a leash. A slave fighting not for himself but his master. The same way there is no honor in defending a lady without any.
I saw plenty of violence growing up.
I know what it's like to be beaten half to death, 50 miles offshore, out of the sight of land where no one can hear you scream.
When I was ten years old my dad and I were coming back to Fort Myers from Key West by boat. He was 6'1, 240 pounds. He was super drunk like usual. He closed his fist and started beating me.
He beat me so bad that he broke his hand that day. Something he would brag about for the next 15 years, fingers still crooked from it.
He had over 100 pounds on me. Smashing away. My only choice was to survive or jump off the boat doing 30 MPH and drown to death.
I went through a lot of this shit growing up. So when I see these creampuff goofballs making empty threats about things they don't understand, I cringe and laugh. Just like Paul did calling Bullfag goofy as hell for making these threats.
That this dude stood up on my stage and gave a speech on "How to Become a Man" is peak clown world. This dude lacks the slightest degree of self-awareness and has no business speaking to men on anything manly.
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