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i would sell my right tit to have trump back on twitter just to see patty's seething replies
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Still rife with adipose.
every part of this fat nigger's body is jellified
Imagine render this lard ass down for fat you could make enough roux to last a 1000 years of jumbo.every part of this fat nigger's body is jellified
OT, but this shit's been a long time coming. The cancer infesting SF has spread into the short story circuit in the last decade or so and it's become almost unreadable due to one in three "stories" spending two thirds of their wordcount describing the look, gender identity and totally-not-a-fetish interests of their characters.By then, I thought to myself "Damn it, how the hell people read this shit and don't go asking some questions about these SFWA? Someone somewhere must have reviewed this book and thought it was weird!". So I searched for reviews, and the first thing that pop up was this, and I realized there's no hope for science fiction. Ever.
The document I read said his son was busted for craving children and generally Asimov Sr. had a poor relationship with his son (because his son was fucking stupid). That's it, as far as I know.I keep seeing people mention Asimov, what did he do?
Fat retard forgot he needs to push on the pedals as well instead of just farting in the saddle and tweeting.
Earlier this year he was arguing how superior barbells are because they work stabilizers. Now he's doing circuits on the machines lol.
And then an episode on the Great Hooligans Fire of '20. Who was that mystery man spotted fleeing the scene?
Wasn't Pat and that Cat Rambo nigger actively defending Bradley not that long ago?Fatty's reply to a tweet that was deleted.
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What do you mean by this Pat? They died a long time ago, so that means we should not worry/investigate it anymore, is that it?
This man is a walking Streisand Effect. Forget being a writer Chubs, I've got a great suggestion for a new line of work for you:
Pat Tomlinson: Digital PR Manager for Hollies/SFWA
He, through inaction, allowed Fat Rick's books get published.I keep seeing people mention Asimov, what did he do?
Someone ( a Pest?) reported to the police that Patrick Tomlinson was seen ducking through the alleyways right after the fire. It's probably true that he was. Either he was in the alley taking a piss when the fire started, or he was dumpster diving for the previous day's meatloaf. Or both.And then an episode on the Great Hooligans Fire of '20. Who was that mystery man spotted fleeing the scene?
35 minutes on a bike and a round of leg presses are all it takes to jellify your legs? You are soft and weak, Patrick.
Thus St. Terry Glowiebane getting run over by a train poor bastard.From a few pages back: the thing about schizophrenia is that it's never truly harmless if left untreated. The schizophrenic inevitably harms himself as a result of the illness.
note that there isn't a single penny in that pic. hmmmmmmmmmm
Where is the NAMBLA proof?I'm pretty sure I've read other posts in this thread that cover this theme before and are much better written and much more precise (not to mention actually researched). Since it's likely redundant and doesn't contain any new information, most readers should just skip it.
But due to Rick's recent crusade against people taking about SFWA's dirty little secrets, I believe shedding some light on one of Rick's heros might be pertinent, if only to remind people of what kind of creature Pat's defending. Again, NO new information or intelligent investigation (or of any kind) here. Just some commentaries/vents/ramblings of mine, if you'll indulge me.
Samuel Delany's Hogg:
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This fucker is a SF writer, an open member of NAMBLA, and current SFWA grandmaster (i.e. member of the highest echalon as far as I know). Among his most well known pieces of literary work is Hogg, a book about a little boy getting repeatedly raped over and over again. "Sure, we all know that, so?" Well my friend, have you ever tried to actually read it? Or even just the summary on Wikipedia? I don't know how any human being could read more than a single page and not immediately put it down, while being absolutely sure about 4 things:
Seriously though, it reads just like Paul "her finger tickled my anus" Weimer's fiction: an obvious self-insertion that serves no other purpose than to allow a pederast's sexual deviancy to flourish before an audience of his peers. It's beyond vile. From wikipedia's summary:
- Delany is 100% a pedophile.
- Everyone around him knows what he and his friends have done and just go silent.
- This world will never be pure again.
- Pat is fat.
It goes on and on, that's just a taste of it. By then, I thought to myself "Damn it, how the hell people read this shit and don't go asking some questions about these SFWA? Someone somewhere must have reviewed this book and thought it was weird!". So I searched for reviews, and the first thing that pop up was this, and I realized there's no hope for science fiction. Ever. Check out some excerpts this dude's review (from
- At the start, the narrator is living with a Hispanic boy named Pedro and performing sex acts with older men in the basement of the dwelling for money, along with Pedro's teenage sister Maria. He engages in sex with Maria, Pedro, a gang of bikers, and a group of Black men. The narrator consistently assumes the bottom role in these sex acts.
- The quintet of rapists set out to complete their jobs, which grow in succession from a single woman, a woman and her wheelchair-using daughter, and a nuclear family—mother, father and son. Each successive job increases in violence, and the victims' young children (male and female) are also descended on by the pack.
- On the docks the narrator then meets two garbagemen (...) While having sex with the narrator outside, they plan to "borrow" the narrator from Big Sambo and keep him at their scow on a collar and leash. They are interrupted by Whitey, a cop who patrols the area, who also has sex with the narrator.
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Jesus, even the reviewers!
- Any review of Samuel R. Delany’s Hogg must prepare the reader for the explicitness of the content; an explicitness marked even before you begin to read the book by the keyword indicators in the peritext. [Yeah, no shit].
- Delany takes his readers to the limit of readability – but as long as you keep reading, you repeatedly face up to some of the darkest and most carefully hidden parts of your own desire. [...wait. Could you repeat that last part please?]
- Delany forces his reader through page after page of violence and abuse. As a reader I found myself varying between arousal and disgust (and occasionally disgust at my arousal), between groping my throbbing erection and plunging my hand into my crotch the way nervous children do, trying to find my shrivelled cock, which had withdrawn in horror at the narrative. Reading Hogg makes you viscerally complicit. [Yeah, I'm OUT.]
And that's when I gave up trying to read ANYTHING else about this God Forsaken "book club", threw away my Asimov collection and decided that if Pat really wants to die on this hill, then I can't wait to see what happens nexxxst!
Fuck you Pat.
Give me my matis.