The Fooze: S5E24 5/24/2023 Mad World

“People get mad at what they don’t understand,” is a great quote, but you’ll never believe who said it. Wanna see? It’s from a great YouTube channel you may have heard of; the channel is called Soft White Underbelly, & a lot of people have heard of this show, as it’s become quite popular, but not everyone has of course, so just in case, I left a link for you. There’s all sorts of…unique types of individuals, on this channel, that get interviewed, & this one, to me, was like watching a train crash of delusionally childish behavior. The classic battle: Thot versus Simp…The Eternal Battle. Of course, I could be wrong, & maybe this chick is NOT a thot, & knows what she’s doing. She has “life,” tattooed under one eye, & “death,” under the other, because those are “the 2 scariest things in life,” according to her anyway, & a giant upside-down moth on her forehead, along with a slew of other weird shit tatted all over her body. I’ll give her this: she’s responsible for that quote at the beginning, as I mentioned, but that’s all I’d ever give this poster girl for the thot community. Un-ironically, & call me shocked, but the normal-looking guy on the right is her “man,” & could also be a poster child, except a poster soy boy man-child for Team Simpsonite, rather than one for the other side, Team ThotSluts. Yeah, this unfortunate guy below, he is the Royal Prince of Simps, from the city of Simpville, in the state of Simponia, which is in the United States of Simps, on Planet Simpius A, noe watch him go, go, go. Simp, simp, simparoo scooter soldier, & all for what? For what? All for this whacked chick? This annoying as fuck, self-centered, ego-centric, chunky red-flag poser, with shit all over her face, & in her mouth, probably been a lot in there, as is the way of the stripper. Not fooling me big girl, or the people watching, so save the ultra-cringe LARPing for Friday & Saturday night at the Bada-Bing bitch.

Seriously, new levels of cringe were reached at various points in this video, & although you might presume the cringe came from her mouth, & believe me, it does, the follow-up simposity from HIS mouth, when she stops yapping, is just…ouch, a low blow to man, & mankind as a collective, all straight men anyway, just…gah…how bout fuck off with your cringy asses already for fuck’s sake? I can wish for that, can’t I Santa? Now back to this tragedy of an upload. Okay, yes, we got yet another man down on the field, & another set of balls successfully snipped. Yes, sadly, his once-fertile baby-making balls, have shriveled down to raisins from soy overload, & now shall be place-ed on a shelf, next to all the other balls in her trophy room of balls. I’d say “poor guy,” but he jumped onto this grenade himself, with all sorts of warning signs right there in front of him, in plain sight. Perhaps the face tattoos may have been a warning sign? Ya think? Anyone? No one? (fart noise) Yes, I’d say the song she’s singing, sounds somewhere between a warning sign & a call for help, as well as poorly treated mental health issues, & there’s gotta be something I’m missing. No “normal” girl would do this, not even in places like Venice Beach, where Bohemia wakes up every day with the warm California sunshine. Nah, there’s something dark in there, behind those corny contacts, deep in her vault(also the title of her OnlyFans page), something she’s making up for with this delusional misdirection she barfs out, but let’ s keep going, shall we? Before we switch to a fresh paragraph though, imagine these 2 in 20 years, oy vey, but who knows? They’re doing way better than my dumb ass, so I can’t really judge, can I?

Of course I can judge, because these 2 are fucking retarded, but at what price? She’s making 6 fucking figures, SIX FIGURES, on OnlyFans shoving dildos in her respectively gaping holes for perverts with big bank accounts. Unreal, right? Is that a “legit” way to get paid, as a female? If you are a girl, would you do that? Maybe you would, many girls DO I hear, but I wouldn’t know, as I’ve literally never ever not-even-once looked on OnlyFans. Same with Tik-Tok, I despise Tik-Tok, & OnlyFans is like porno Tik-Tok to me, which is about as appealing as a half-eaten burrito in a gas station trashcan. In case you were wondering by the way, NO, I’m not saying something “brave & stunning,” on her behalf, something like “good for her,” or “get yo monies girl…shhhooooo,”…ugh, no we try to speak clear ENGLISH here, not strip-club ratchet-speak. It’s sad for humanity that such degeneracy is financially lucrative, in the manner that it is, is it not? Wasn’t similar behavior going on in Ancient Rome as it fell? Need to brush up on my Roman History, but I think I’m right, & there was debauchery abounding with a colorful mix of perversions & Earthly pseudo-delights. Nonetheless, what kind of world, what kind of world?…what kind of fucking world, would a 23-year old dunce like this chick, pull this off? Oh wait, there’s a catch, I see, same as Lizzo, & Cardi B, & the Black Stallion or whatever her name is, yes, there’s a catch, only one. Only catch is you have to sell your soul to Satan via dildoplay, & then your dreams come true, sounds legit, yeah? To be fair, I’m not sure she specified “dildoplay,” per se, but I caught a few hints suggesting her “performance” involved toys, so I ran with it, but I digress, now where was I? Oh yeah, dildoplay…so what kind of world are these kinds of things possible in? For scum to excel above others, live like royalty, free from the boundaries of The Great Mouse Trap, what kind of world? Clownworld of course, where everything is upside-down & backwards. My mistake for momentarily forgetting that we ARE, in fact, stuck in this UN-natural timeline of endlessly honking clowns, in clown cars, coming and/or going to their next clown show. (honk noise) Oh yes, here where fat is beautiful, the women’s bathroom is the men’s bathroom, while simultaneously, bearded “women” with swinging dongs are dominating real women in every sport, & I must mention the white supreme pizzas from space too, oh these white supreme pizzas are such a menace, since they are attacking every person of color out there, allegedly, even though I’ve never seen one, nor has anyone else, but they exist, same a Flat Earth, right ya rascals? Duh…such dopes. 🙄👌🏻🤦🏻‍♂️Did I miss one? I’m sure I missed 1000 other things I could plausibly name that are backwards in this out-of-control, man-made Katamarian snowballing hijacked zeitgeist. Geez, that’s a lot of adjectives, isn’t it?

“Katamarian,” do you know what the origin of this is? It’s a reference to a game, a game called Katamari Damacy, which means “clump of souls,” & what this is, is a clever Japanese video game from back in the day, where the object is to essentially roll a ball, & the ball picks up things that stick to it, which could be almost anything free-standing in the environment, & thus, the ball gets bigger & bigger, as it picks up more & more goodies. You roll around, rolling around, & you pick up certain things, & there’s various little objectives to complete levels. More for kids, but still fun for nostalgic adults with arrested development, like your truly, who grew up in the 80s & 90s. Regardless, it’s the analogy I use in my head when I think about the current zeitgeist we’re all experiencing right now. “The spirit of the time,” as zeitgeist is defined, except prior to this current zeitgeist, the soul flow of the masses was natural, flowing along naturally with the current, & bubbled with nature in a perfectly natural order, like a stream in the forest. However, back in 1913, a few powerfully notorious actors on The Great Stage, met at Jekyll Island, & created the Federal Reserve, in the eyes of the public, but what the proverbial public eye did NOT see, was how they would hijack the zeitgeist via the media, in order to complete their malevolent plan to rape our once great nation, before taking over the whole world, much like a game of real-life Risk™. I happen to be quite savvy with this board game, & that’s all it is, & will ever be, to me at least, is a game. These people at the top are playing it for real…real territories to conquer, at the behest of real armies being built right now in real-time, all one move at a time, but the players don’t move in order, they move whenever they want, so it kind of fucks up the “game,” doesn’t it? Maybe that’s because WAR, isn’t a fucking game, not for those of us who suffer most in it, those of us down here at the bottom, but for your so-called leaders at the top, the pray for war, for blood, death, mayhem, chaos, battle, conflict, victory, oh yes, there’s a contingent of people from all over the world that are set to make unprecedented profits from war. From the globalist perspective as a whole, war is great, because more power is taken, or given, & people are slaughtered, fighting for “left” or “right,” & when it’s done, the survivors are battle-beaten, families are destroyed along with countless lives, & all the while, these globalists sip their earl gray tea & smile about all the power & wealth they’re continuing to build for themselves & their dynasties. A future filled with psychopathic nepotism, oh boy, oh boy, I can’t wait.

I was making a point & then I segued, as usual, oh yes, continuing with control the media, control the information, control the narrative, control the world. These psychopathic power-drunk madmen meticulously planned this out, as a decades-long agenda, still proceeding on schedule, for more than a century now, in fact, & their agenda culminates in 6 & ½ years , if their agenda continues to come to fruition. Let me figuratively look around real quick, oh yeah, it sure looks like it’s going to plan fo sho, & then some. I don’t think they could’ve speculated on the advent of the Internet back at their private little meeting, but maybe I’m wrong. They’ve hidden plenty of other technology from the populous, so who knows really? When do you think the internet was really created? Mid-90s? 1994-1995ish? Is that what you assume? If so, you’d be very wrong. Try the late 1960s…yeah…nearly 30 years PRIOR to when they released it to us peasants that make up the general public, & if you wanna read more, as always, the FisH™ abides, with a link so you can dive deeper. Who wants to know more about when the internet was really created? Wow, that was a big round of applause; sounds like a enthusiastic “yes” to me, so go ahead & click the link here deep diver>>> When was the Internet Invented?

Remember those good ole’ days on the Internet, when you could just look up anything, & get billions of results on whatever you wanted? Those were great times, when the notion of “social media” was still in its nascent stage somewhat, & then…& THEN…DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN…DUN. The Great Purge came, which was essentially ONLY applied to conservatives, such as yours truly,. That’s right, one, after two, after three, after all of us…exiled, from the digital town square. It was absolutely ridiculous, & I went through over 100x Twitter accounts, before they finally figured out a way to keep me, & other similar thought-criminals, OFF of Twitter…for forever I guess. Don’t know, don’t care, & although it took a bit to go through Twatter “withdrawals,” I could care less anymore. Yep, not staying up all night & day forging memes & dodgeball pitching red-pills at beta twerp liberal gamma goblin fruity faced nerds these days, nope, that time is forever in the history books, but it was a blast while it lasted, during The Great Meme Wars, if you were there. They just had to end it, didn’t they? They just couldn’t let us be free Americans, having fun, could they? Nope, couldn’t do it, & thanks to corrupted politicians, their programmed automatonic braindead NPC army of “woke” darkness, a possibly already “sentient” AI that’s been programmed to help them, & people like Soros still in the shadows, what’s there to be concerned about? No no no, sounds like nothing sinister, nothing sinister from these servants of Saturn/Satan, right? Again, THEY believe that shit, I do NOT, just be clear.

Despite all of that, the time has come once again to wrap up today’s Foozinator. I sure hope allllll…let’s see…looks like I got 10 yesterday, so all 10 of you, come on back for more tomorrow, as the FisH™ continues to deliver daily, despite these douchebags that deny my ability to promote my site on places like Facecrack, Twatter, & Instacrap. I need to get something up on Pootube too. Been awhile, & I’m rusty, & salty. Rusty Salty…Salty Rusty…good band name, yes? Until next time readers, turn your salty into creativity before you become rusty. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡

“Turn the salty into creativity, before the clock’s hands turn rusty.” Fish F Fish🎏

It’s a Simp World After All

ATTENTION: Mixtape mayhem at the end…the FisH™abides 🐡🔪🍣

Dah-dahda-dahhhhhh…”Unleash the SIMMMMMPS!”…they proclaimed, albeit unspoken. Nope, that phrase was never actually exclaimed, but they sure did, didn’t they? My, my, my how the simp army has grown over the last decade or two. Thanks to online dating, the ENTIRE dynamic of relationships between men & women has been fucked(pun intended), & I say that literally & figuratively. Hook-up culture has completely ruined any hope of someone virtuous finding another virtuous person. If you could buy a used car or a new car for the same price, which would you pick? I know, I know, the “used-car analogy” has been thrown out enough by now to almost squash the novelty, but personally, I still think it’s an accurate analogy. Not familiar? Here it goes: every man a woman sleeps with is the equivalent of a car with 10,000 miles on it. For example, if a girl sleeps with 20 guys, that’s analogous to a vehicle with 200,000 miles of wear & tear. Would you buy that hunk of junk? No, you wouldn’t, at least you assume you wouldn’t; but enter the “simp.” Yes, that silly simp steps in, & treats her like the queen bee she is, right? Derp…(Fart Noise)…yeah right. Maybe tell that slag to kick rocks, that’s the move to make, but nope, they “love” her, & would do anything for their girl, so brave, so stunning, that’s what a “real man” would do, yes? Ummm, no…NO, NO, NO, NO, NO…STOP…just STOP, stop the simping right now. Do they stop though? Nope, & the proverbial “games,” just keep getting played, simps begging for yumyum, while girls hold it over their heads like carrots.

Unless it’s Chad of course, then the script flips, & the GIRL becomes the simp, or maybe call her “simpette,” since she’s a girl. I’m not letting go of the natural masculine/feminine attributes as they arise. Fuck you non-binary, there-are-174-gender freaks. Seriously…FUCK YOU, fuck your stupid pronouns, I am, & I have, & I will continue to call you as I see you. If you’re a dude, guess what?…I’m gonna abide by my initial perspective that YOU ARE A MAN, so expect a “dude,” or a “bro,” or a “guy,” or a “man,” because that’s reality you LARPing mental patients. SO OVER IT, over the Clownworld crap. YOU CAN”T CHANGE DEFINITIONS, YOU CANNOT CHANGE LANGUAGE TO FIT YOUR PSUEDO-NARRATIVES, YOU CANNOT ALTER REALITY FOR YOURSELVES FOR FUCK’S SAKE. Sheesh with the maddening madness already. It’s so insane, that it’s insanity on my end to even have to illustrate this ridiculousness for all of you, dear readers. Seriously, right off the fucking cliff with the “woke” bullshit & again, I’M OVER IT. You weirdos can honk honk honk me all day, & I won’t budge a Planck length. Ever. Deal with it. Big tech has already cancelled my black ass, so what’s left? Oh yeah, their buddies in the Ponzi-schme crypto sector took all my life savings, everything I’ve ever earned, all gone, so again I ask, what’s left? What’s next for FisH? I have nothing left, NOTHING, you all robbed me blind, in every way imaginable, & are going to get away with it, & there’s nothing I can do to change it. I’m just another clueless dunce stuck in The Great Mouse Trap like all of you.

Was I ever a simp? Oh HELL YES I was, & still am in a way. Oy vey, looking back on my simpery makes me wanna puke, ugh. I’ve done SO MUCH trying to win over girls, the proverbial bending-over-backwards for the ladies, & all for what? Countless failed toxic relationships, no kids, just an abysmally lame history of simping versus un-simping, which leads to chaos, & ultimately, you end up alone typing gibberish on your computer to a global audience that could care less. What a life. Wunderbar. Why though, why such instability? Is it me? Duh, of course it’s me, because ultimately girls like real men, not narcissistic fraudsters like my wanker self. Yep, the big fraud, just a stupid kid with a smart-ass mouth, STILL, & that’s about all it adds up to. I’m nothing to look up to, I never was, & never will be. Kind of surreal that I’m even still here. All my friends are dead, dead & gone, lost to addiction, as I have been countless times. I’m literally the only one left, a former junkie, a former “man” really, as at this point, I’m just a shell of what I used to aspire to be. “Aspire,” I say, because I never made it. Nope, I saw the mountain, I started to climb, made it to Basecamp One, then got high with the locals on some Tibetan mad honey& quit climbing. Not only did I quit climbing, I descended back down the mountain. Or maybe I fell back down…yes, that analogy is more functional here. I fell, & fell hard, my fall becoming a snowball, & that snowball just keeps growing as I go down…down, down, down, back to rock bottom I guess, minus the drugs this time though. Nope, no drugs this round, it was all just me, the failed failure.

Nope, no drugs, just the instinctive loser in me playing out his loser role. Some of us can never win, ever. I feel like this inclination is common amongst the simp legion, this notion that we will NEVER win, ever, & we won’t, we don’t, & that’s just how it is. I suppose I am STILL a simp. Yep, this idiot that’s typing this gibbering gibberish right now, is a simp, still the simp, never going to not be a simp. Despite my wordsmithing, my silver tongue, ultimately it’s true, as true as the daily sunrise, I AM A SIMP. Simp, simp, simparoo, look in the mirror you fucking fuck(talking to myself), look at you, you crooked-nosed jackass, do you seriously think you have what it takes you vertically-challenged street-hustler? Look at you. Nope, sorry, can’t do it. I don’t like looking in mirrors much anymore. How can you, when you despise what you see, what you’ve become, how can you even look at yourself you asshole? Good question, thanks for playing. Well, the answer for me is that I don’t, not if I don’t have to. It’s like looking at a rare old book, except the book has numerous pages torn out, a broken spine, graffiti all over the remaining pages, just ruined. What was once novel, is now just an old wasted book. Always was just a poorly-written book, an aged out-dated story for children in juvenile hall, & that’s it, that’s my unfortunate reality, the one I wake back up to every day.

Thanks Jordan Peterson…& no I’m not being sarcastic, that’s an honest “thanks,” as sincere as I can ever be. It’s a big THANKS, for waking me up to my own failed existence. Can’t deal with it unless you acknowledge the truth, your own truth, which I did, via his online course for “self-authoring.” It hurts, hurts a lot, but it has to hurt like this to help I guess, at least that’s the end goal, right? By writing, writing down your past, you expose your own self-realizations about who you truly are. It just comes out when you write, if you stick to the program, & what comes out, is the TRUTH, despite how revolting and/or damning it is, it IS the truth, YOUR truth, the one YOU live with, same as my silly self does. There’s no arguing truth, you just have to accept it, which can be exceptionally difficult, especially when it’s YOUR own individual truth, respectively. My truth, is my truth. Your truth, is YOUR truth. Can you accept your own truth? Have you even found it yet? I’ll link to Jordan’s website below for you. Maybe it’s time, YOUR time, to find YOUR own truth? Only YOU can answer that question, not me. I found mine, & regardless of how deep the stinger went into my thin dry skin, I MUST accept my truth. The truth about me, the truth about me, the truth about me is that I’ve lived a life of a loser, with little diamonds in the sand on a losing loser’s beach, little clue diamonds, little helpers from Divinity, & all I had to do was see them, & collect them, & learn about myself to grow as a man, but I didn’t. Nope, I just watched the diamonds shimmer in the sun, as I drowned myself in a shallow sea. The loser, the simp, the ignorant pseudo-narcissist, always about me, me me me, until one day you’re middle-aged & you do a writing course online that cleverly opens you up to yourself, you TRUE self, via Dr. Jordan Peterson, & you just snap out of it, like a light-switch, turned from “off,” to “on,” finally. Here’s the link to his website below, as promised. I try to keep my word always, the little things & such, know what I mean? All one can do at this point, when they’re middle-aged with the starkly grim realization that you fucked your whole life off. Is what it is I suppose, right? Is that what I’m supposed to say? I didn’t know I was “supposed” to say anything, who makes these unwritten rules anyway?…but I digress. Click this link below, it might save whatever life you have left, at least a much as one can save a life lost to loserdom & simpery & just cluelessly self-oriented shenaniganerosity.

Click HERE to Find YOUR Truth

It’s pathetic really, but for what it’s worth, I’m glad I know at least. What does it mean to be a totally self-aware loser? I don’t know, I’m illustrating it in real-time for you right now. Do I sound like I have a fucking clue? About anything? That’s weird, because I don’t. Nope, all there is, is this, whatever this is that I’m doing right now. Blah blah blah, just barfing out wordisms for all of you, & for none of you. Not even my quote, it’s a paraphrasing of something Nietzsche said. As genius as he was, he was also a simp, just like me. He let his instincts destroy him, his internal instinctive nature to love women, he let it run wild, & ultimately, it broke him. Ironically, right around the same age I am right now. Maybe it’s my time, my time to break. Why not?…I’m already walking on a tightrope just to function in “normal” society, so maybe I should just let the dam break, & let the torrents flow through the crumbling dyke that once held these waning waters back. Is that what I just did, did I “let the water flow?” Nah, it’s only a little leak, the dam is still up, for now anyway. Leaks eventually become floods though, so the clock ticks…tick tick tick, as 4d time plows forward, spiraling ever faster toward a shadowy future. Sure, I’d like to be positive, optimistic, hopeful, hoping that one day I will wake up in the morning & say to myself, “all of it was worth it, look at yourself, what a great guy,” but that surly pragmatist on my other shoulder chimes in with the hard truth. I’m a loser, I’m a simp, I failed, just a lame duck joke now. It’s all just been a B-list movie, as I continuously struggle/d to find myself, STILL, even at my middle-aged age.

All I got is my words, & a micro-thin string of faith left in myself. Not completely drained, but the gas light is on as I run on the fumes of failure. The gas light has been on in fact, on for awhile, right in front of me, lighting up the dashboard, as it needs more gas. Just a few more miles left, then a sputter, then the engine dies & my car sits on the side of the road, with a big orange sticker that says, “In two days this car will be impounded.” All I need is more gas, but the gas station doesn’t trade hard-copy drivel like this, for more gas unfortunately. The engine growls, yearning, for more gas, more life, more time, but there is none of the above, not for me anyway. I don’t know. Fuck it, the answer for everything in the world of the wasted, just “fuck it.” Who cares anyway? No one, so fuck it, right? Fuck it, fuck it all I guess. Doesn’t matter. Until next time dear reader, find your truth & live your true life. Don’t waste it all like yours truly. So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all. 🐟

“Self-loathing is nauseating.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

“Your truth is the truth.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

“Find your truth & live your true life, don’t truly waste it.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

“Dude is simpin like a mixtape.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

👇🏻🍥Gemini & Leo below, cheers to Helado Negro🍥👇🏻

Fresh start
Hold my hand all the way now
Wake up
Everyone’s singing outside

Asked you
We can stay all day, who cares
Lying down
It’s our dream to stay all day when we know
Nobody cares
And nobody needs to know what we’re doing here

Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night
Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night

We can move in slow motion, just watch me
We can take our time in cosmic balance
We’re just light from stars that shine on planets
Constellations of our love and magic

Oh, take me
To your galaxy now
Oh, show me
How you orbit around my mind
Takes a little bit of time
To know just how to be with you

Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night
Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night

Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night
Gemini and Leo
Dancing on the floor all night