“F you, Taylor Swift!” shouted Megyn Kelly, “and f all of the people who want to see these children have body parts chopped off.”
For those not fluent in Republican crazy-speak, Kelly’s meltdown was triggered by Taylor Swift’s endorsement of Kamala Harris the night before, barely one hour after Trump all but face-planted on the debate stage. Kelly was especially triggered by Swift highlighting her appreciation for vice presidential nominee Tim Walz’s support of LGBTQ+ rights.
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Other right-wing commentators, like Ben Shapiro, took another approach: making fun of Swifties. “Note: if you vote for a particular candidate because your favorite singer is doing so, please don’t vote. You are too stupid to vote,” wrote Shapiro on X. Meanwhile, Elon Musk, the richest man on the planet, threatened to impregnate her.
Does talking about dicks make you uncomfortable?
Not in the slightest. I’ll happily talk dicks with you all day; I’m extremely sexually liberal.
But talking about dicks isn’t the same as listening to a bunch of chud weirdos whining and crying about the world’s least consequential issue that’s they’re only mad about because deep down they ignorantly think their tiny dicks would be bigger if they hadn’t had their foreskins stolen.
Again, it’s just a weird fucking thing to focus on. Bring it up when the topic comes up, of course, but to fucking insert it in conversations as if it’s relevant, as was done in this post, will always be weird.
But hey, if you wanna talk about dicks for fun, I’m game. Mine curves slightly to the left, how about you?