What I Know of améwigan... "culture" (If You Can At All Call it That...), and Why Do I So Passionately Despise It
That nation's... "culture" appears to possess a term called "the third back" (or "quarter-front", something which is apparently along these general lines), who, as I am given to understand, is some sort of an athlet, meaning: someone so utterly brainless, that, instead of properly develop its brain (which is so tiny as to be rather insignificant anyway...), it is supposed to only ever develop its muscles. Those muscles are to be important for his only role at each and every worthless american drama, which is to appear at some social gathering called "prom night" (some sort of an idiotic party, to which all males dress up in something, which I would only have agreed to be buried in, six meters under minimum [so as never to, Gods Forbid, be seen in that brrrrrrrrrrrr] and the females = whose extreme stupidity can only EVER be surpassed by that of their completely airhead male counterparts - are to put on some atrociously-priced... garments... well, girls, ye know🤷🏻♂️),
in order for him to disappear from there to the nearby parking-lot, where he would either
A - Orchestrate the gang-rape of the sweetest, cutest and dumbest girly around
Or
B - Just fuck his own brainless girlfriend, who has never heard of the existence of contraceptives
(the führer adolf jesus forbade them all to EVER even think about that invention!! Or, EVER even think at all, period.), so that he'll get her properly and irreversibly knocked up (irreversibly = as there ain't no abortions to be had no time no how at Sweet Home Alabama... or Iowa. Or Nevada. Or Idaho. Or South Dakota. Or South Carolina. Or whichever other shithole they're all happen to exist at), and then evaporate out to the wind, to go to da college, into which he was admitted in spite of the fact that he can't even spell his own fucking name (which is revoltingly ugly anyway, with countless mispronounced R's, so...🤷🏻♂️), nor count beyond what he had learned from "sesame street" (which is the ONLY source of knowledge legally allowed to any dumb american, aside, of course, from the book of dumb, sick and idiotic legends called "da bible").
So, ĥow the bloody fuck was he ever admitted into college?
Well, that, meine Dammen und Ĥerrrrrrrrrrrrrrren, ist because amewican so-called "academic institutions" are NOT like the ones found, well, everywhere else on our Planet.
They are different, since they do not actually teach anything (you can easily see it at all their movies: no lesson ever lasts for more than 85 seconds top!). Their only goal, the only lousy reason for their miserable existence, is for all savage young and dumb americans to be savage young and dumb together, by either throwing parties everywhere (where they all invariably rape / get raped, smash furniture and knock up / get knocked up), supply a safe space for various airhead jesuite bimbos (who of course possess great tits, but sadly no neurons) to experiment with one another, away from the smallville Alabama's puritanazi neighbours' inquisition's watchful eyes and loaded rifles, discover that they are actually Lesbians and then move together to be existential artists (whatever that is) in San Francisco (because where else would they possibly move to??? Idaho???), and, most importantly: play with balls
(a particularly dumb activity, best fitting three-year-olds anywhere else on the Planet, however there, seeing how they are all eternal toddlers anyway, is actually believed to be legitimate for all ages, unfortunately), which does actually grant them a scholarship to... "study" there.
Which answers to the Question, ĥow was he ever admitted to said college.🤷🏻♂️
Kein Wunder the americans had to recruit fucking former(?)-nazis in order to get to the Moon... left for their own devices, they would never have even made it to Acapulco!! 🤣🤣🤣
(To Be Continued Some Time😃)
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