I am a faggot

Fag Manifesto:

We accept that fags are naturally inferior to Straight Men and that any attempt to promote equality of fags is offensive to Straight Men and ultimately detrimental to fags. As fags we exist to serve and worship Straight Men. We accept their authority over us and strive to be humble, respectful, and deferential in all of our dealings with them.

Furthermore we believe that Straight Men are naturally endowed with the following rights:

1. The right to say whatever they want about fags without being accused of being “homophobic”

2. The right to never have to hear the ridiculous made-up word “homophobia”

3. The right to be shown proper respect by fags at all times and in all places

4. The right to use fags as they see fit for both sexual and non-sexual purposes.

5. The right to control fags’ sexual behavior and expression whether through laws or more direct means.

6. The right to use physical intimidation and corporal punishment to keep fags in their place.

6. The right to preferential treatment in school and in the workplace.

7. The right to not be subjected to fag propaganda in school, work or in the media.

You heard His finger-snaps. You dropped all chores, rushed to Him in the backyard and crouched down beside His boots.

“I want a smoke,” He said.

You heard Him speak. You immediately stood up, went to fetch His cigar box. and presented the collection to Him. He didn’t even look at you; you are not worth it. He simply glanced over the cigars, picked out the one He wants, and held it out.

“Cutter”

You quickly put down the box, took His cigar cutter and clipped off the cap. Without a word, he put the cigar in his mouth. You brought a lighter near His cigar. He leaned the cigar tip towards the flame, again without acknowledging your existence. Once it is lit, he lounged back and started smoking.

You crouched back down at His feet, quietly awaiting orders from the Man. All of a sudden, he stomped his foot right on your hand.

“I don’t have a fucking ashtray! Faggots are so stupid!”

You fearfully rose up and presented your mouth wide open. He spared no hesitation as He flicked the warm ash right into your eye instead of your mouth. You flinched in pain as tears welled up.

This is the only time He glanced down at you, to see you suffer. It was a look of disgust, annoyance and indifference. Before long, He looked up to take the next puff because He simply doesn’t give a fuck about you.

Ha. I’ve played this several times, but not with a slingshot.  Rubberbands and paperclips work pretty well.