TGWTG Tony Goldmark / "Some Jerk with A Camera" - Some Jerk with a Trust Fund

"You're not allowed to peacefully protest if it's going to cause people who disagree with you to attack you."
Hmmm.... Really makes you think.

I know you're joking, but these type of people unironically believe this
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Their rational for curbing free speech or forcing a "no-platform" position is complete dogshit too. They say it's no longer free speech when you're "inciting violence". This is bogus for two reasons:
1) The anti-fa faggots are the ones being violent
2) Who gets to decide when someone is or isn't inciting violence with their words?

Their justification for denying these people free expression and assembly is completely, undeniable, irrevocably, 100 per-fucking-cent the exact same logic Southern governments used to prosecute and jail anti-slavery activists.

I agree. Here's the thing, Tony and people like them think they're the ones who should be deciding what constitutes "acceptable speech" or "violent rhetoric". They believe this because they also believe they're "intellectual" and "on the right side of history". Their egos, unwarranted self-importance, and entitlement tells them they're the only ones intelligent, regional, fair, and knowledgeable enough to decide what is good and right for the moronic unwashed masses. When they get violent, they feel they're justified. When they restrict people's rights, they believe they're the one who know what's best. It doesn't matter if they're doing the same horrible things they claim their political enemies are doing, when they do it they're doing it for the greater good and will be justified and vindicated by history for it.
 
I agree. Here's the thing, Tony and people like them think they're the ones who should be deciding what constitutes "acceptable speech" or "violent rhetoric".

In Blobland, "acceptable speech" is when a fat guy dressed as Mario says anyone who voted for Trump should be murdered and their heads put on spikes.

And "violent rhetoric" is when someone else says "hey wait isn't that kind of extreme?"
 
I know that and they're both identical.

I eagerly await the day these three creatures find one another and merge, creating a fat, smelly singularity of puerile obsessions and smug opinions. At the very least it'll save is all the trouble of telling them apart even if such an event would certainly kill all Trump voters on a three mile radius.
 
I eagerly await the day these three creatures find one another and merge, creating a fat, smelly singularity of puerile obsessions and smug opinions. At the very least it'll save is all the trouble of telling them apart even if such an event would certainly kill all Trump voters on a three mile radius.

It'll be like what happens to Tetsuo at the end of Akira, except far more disgusting, foul smelling, and with obnoxious and poorly thought out political rhetoric.
 
Now I'll be up front I am more of an arts guy, not a science guy but even I know Nye new show is fucking dumb and so is Tony; it not nostalgia to say his old show was better where he taught actually hard facts in entertain way that still kept focus on teaching, rather then his new show made to appeal to dumbasses with bullshit concepts pushed by teenager and people wishing they were still teens.

Then again I don't think tony knows anything at all about actual science as he gets all his information from what seem to be tumblr, terrible tv shows and what ever likemind fuckwits he follows on twitter.
 
This is the Tony Goldmark thread...

"Bobby?" I could hear the quaver in my voice, somewhere between fear and desire. "Bobby, you coming to bed?"

"Just a minute, porkchop," he grinned over his shoulder, that mischievous gleam sparkling from a single eye buried in his pulsing cheek. I giggled like a schoolgirl. He knew pork wasn't kosher, but it was just him and me and the fading adrenaline from the Harry Potter Magical Broomstick Ride -- they said we couldn't ride on the same cart but somehow that just made it more intimate -- and it was all okay. "Just need to school some of evolution's leavings on the superior future. I can't believe these idiots think the First Amendment applies to white straight men!" He bent over his laptop, his thick but tender fingers rolling over the keys with the expertise of a master pianist, or of a can of Vienna Sausages spilling over a vintage typewriter.

I thought of those fingers caressing the bald dome of my head, and I sighed, a shiver running up my spine, making the rolls of fat on my backside quake like the hills of Santa Monica during a 5.5.

"Come on, Bobby," I mewled, trying to purr even as I dipped my hand into the congealed bowl of Dinty Moore Beef Stew we'd been licking off each other in the small, gray hours of a California morning. "They can wait. You know they can wait." I tossed my long, flowing locks, a spatter of grease striking the Princess Peach body pillow. I didn't think Bobby would notice, what with all the other stains spattered on it.

But he did, I think. The grunt that vibrated from his body wasn't pleased. Or perhaps it was just gas.

"Bobby?"

"Not now, porkchop."

"Bobby, please -- please, Bobby, just look."

Slowly his head turned, tendons creaking under mountains of lard. The fresh tattoo on his shoulder, identical to the one I sported on my flapping right moob, glistened under a dew of mingled perspiration and Dorito dust (we'd both given up Cheetos since Trump was elected -- one of those things we learned about each other during that wonderful endless night cuddled in the In-and-Out Drive Thru). In the flickering half-light of my basement bedroom, it was indistinguishable from the actual Triforce of Wisdom.

When his eyes met mine, I smiled, blushing, tilting the Mario hat coquettishly over one eye.

He couldn't resist, and heaved himself to his wooden feet, clomping slyly across the room, taking his time crossing the four foot distance from the computer desk to king size inflatable mattress we now shared.

Our eyes locking, he raised one gleaming wooden foot above my proffered manhood, straining to its full four inch turgidity.

In the seconds before his wobbling thigh arched down and his foot descended on me, I heard those magical words, like an incantation, or something from a Weird Al song:

"It's Goomba-stomping time."

Ecstasy.
 

Or...now, hear me out on this, or Bill Nye is using his celebrity and reputation as "the Science Guy" to push his well-known Leftist agendas onto ignorant, unthinking plebs and acting as an "authority" so that SJWs can point at him and say "See? Science says that there's more than two genders! How can you argue with science?!"

Anyone who actually gives a damn about scientific and biological facts knows that there are only two genders. Does that mean Gender Dysphoria isn't real? No. There are documented cases of people who have Gender Dysphoria. But it's likely more a mental health issue rather than someone who is physically masculine looking but really should have been born female. Does that mean all people who have Gender Dysphoria are mentally ill and should receive treatment to force them to identify as the gender they were born? No. If they are an adult and not hurting anyone else then they can do whatever makes them happy. But I think the psychological impact of gender transition should be explored more, and I think gender transition should not be allowed with anyone under 18. They should wait until they're an adult, because those kinds of life changing decisions are something minors are not emotionally of psychologically developed enough to make. We all make poor choices as children and change our minds on things frequently. What may feel like genuine Gender Dysphoria at 14 may just be simple confusion or feeling pressured to do so by peers or online environments upon reflection as an afult.

I'm all for someone who is an adult transitioning genders if it's something that has been psychologically and emotionally afflicting them for years and transitioning will make them happy. But that doesn't mean they're automatically their preferred gender. A woman who transitions to being male will not be able to impregnate a woman. Likewise a man who transitions to being female will not be able to get pregnant, carry a child, and give birth. Scientifically they are still the gender they were born, they've just undergone hormone therapy and cosmetic surgery to feel more comfortable in their own bodies. That's biology. That's science. And no celebrity claiming to base his views in scientific fact to further a political agenda can change actual scientific facts.

But Tony is clearly on the SJW side of the argument. For them feels come before reals. If facts and science are inconvenient to the agenda/narrative or hurt someone's feewings then those facts are now problematic and the narrative must now change to say those facts are "old science" and "are no longer supported by current scientific understanding". Tony literally said that in these Tweets. Just like the cherry picking of the Constitution, Tony and his ilk will only point to those scientists like Nye who are supporting their agendas and discount any scientists who say otherwise. It's all mental gymnastics and narrative control. Luckily people are waking up to this kind of manipulation and not buying into it.
 
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...That's not nearly as big of a line in the sand moment like he thinks it is. People really don't like either four. It's kind of like saying "If you get to say Nazis suck, I get to say commies sucks."
So he's still going to Disneyland, but he's not bothering to shoot anything there. Amazing.

Also, it makes sense why they're fans of him. They look pretty exceptional themselves.
If you saw Tony Goldmark and didn't immediately report him to security, there's something wrong with you.
Also, holy shit, he's getting even fatter and balder.
FTFY.
 
Nice to see Tony is still going to family fun parks. At least he's not spending ALL his time at home, sitting on his ass and impotently raging on Twatter. Still, he doesn't have any filming equipment with him from what I can tell, so he isn't actually working. He's just loafing around Disney parks full of children all by himself. Nothing unsavory about a fat, balding manchild who wears the same clothes everyday loitering around chidren. No sir.
 
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