Jackson G. Tickle Enterprises Presents…Panama’s Propositions

“Y’all got a problem his name’s Panama…”

I’ve been blogging for a little over a year now and it’s been a lot of fun. I’ve met some great people, had some great debates, yadda yadda yadda. Hell, I’ve enjoyed it enough to want to keep doing this and it’s gotten me some actual jobs leading to published articles in some places, all off the strength of what started out as just wanting to talk shit with other friends who have blogs.

So all in all, I’ve enjoyed it immensely. But you know what I really enjoy??? Take a stab at it, OJ style!!! Don’t know?? I’ll tell you…

…what I really enjoy is computer couraged muhfuckas who step into my muhfuckin’ establishment talkin’ shit or coming at me sideways because they have a computer screen to give them the anonymity a true bitch would need in order to get their opinion out to the general public.

Yes bitches, today I’d like to talk about those commenters who come through here and think they can talk to the kid in any kind of which a way, which a way, which a way, any kind of which a way. (Bonus points for anybody who can tell me what song that came from!!!! The bonus points won’t get you shit, but hey its the thought that counts.)

[***DISCLAIMER: It's been so long since I've done one of these I almost forgot how. Ah yes, I remember. To anybody who takes offense from the words that will be expressed her, kiss my ass. If you are a fucked up commenter, kiss my ass. If yo' mama is a fucked up commenter you and her can kiss my ass. I don't care if I know you or not...kiss my ass. Thanks for playing!***]

Over the course of this blog bonanza, I’ve gotten into some debates with people who for some reason or another think its okay to REALLY come thru here and be condescending, assume I don’t know shit about what I’m talking about, or just be a plain ole dickhead. And you know what???

I love that shit.

When you bitches come thru thinking you can talk shit to the Killa, I honestly love it. One because I love to debate. If you knew me and my friends you’d know its what we do. For no reason…just because we can. Anything is a potential debate and no holds are barred. Everything is fair game. This is why I don’t mind when you bitches come thru cursing or saying dumb shit. For one, I’m smarter than you.

Let that sink in. In fact, go ahead and re-read that last sentence.

*singing Christopher Williams “Promises”*

Oh shit, did Panama just make an arrogant comment???

Hell, did Panama just refer to himself in third person???

Fuck yeah I did. I do it all the time. So what makes any dumb ass really think that telling me to get over myself is a good idea?? But you know, what, folks do! Via email and thru the comments section. See, the funny shit about that is…you keep coming back. The same people who tell me to get over myself and quit being so damn arrogant cuz I really ain’t shit keep coming back. Sure, you change the name you comment under but dumbass…stats tracking comes WITH WEBSITES. And when you have the best internet stalker in the game on your team there ain’t nobody that I can’t find.

Computer courage, I swear.

Then let’s take it to the actual educated fuckups. So, really, I like when folks feel the need to comment on the many topics I bring up, be it agreement or disagreement. I’m just glad folks are coming thru reading and they think enough of what I’ve written to offer an opinion.

But why, if there is disagreement, does ANY JACKASS think its okay to insult my intelligence or think they can get away with saying something fucked up like I can’t respond??? No really…please, any of you fucked up commenters, please offer a reason!!!

*waiting*

See, the problem with that logic is this. This is my muhfuckin’ establishment. Which means that no matter what, I will get the last word. The bigger problem is that I relish exposing you dickheads as the faux smart bastards that you are. I respond to comments in kind. If you disagree with some of my shit and do it in a civilized manner, that’s great. I’ll do the same. But if you come thru and start talking shit like you can “help me out” or say some shit like “I need to wake up” or “don’t know what I’m talking about”…well bitch, thanks for playing, because you just woke up a sleeping killer.

“…don’t make me expose you to the folks that don’t know you…homie I know you well…”

Like really, you think that commments are going to make me change my opinion or realize the error of my ways?? You must be on that glue. See, what let’s me know that you don’t know shit or are just a bitch with a computer is the fact that often times you leave the name Anonymous, or a bogus email address or some shit. A real muhfucka would own their shit. But nope, you bitches just giggle and shit when making up clever names and emails that I won’t figure out aren’t real. Or hide behind some shit like, IhatePanama@hesajerk.com. What kind of ho does that?? And this is not a ho in the sense of having a pussy, but a pussy having no gotdamn sense tryin’ to push me.

Bitches.

See, me, I’m not a bitch, so what really makes you jackasses think that I’d just read your comment and realize that you’ve gotten the best of me, put my tail between my legs, and run. You need to get off that sauce. Especially when you say dumb shit. And oh yes, folks say dumb shit often.

[***Sidenote: I'm only trying to be nice here by not calling out specific people, though I could easily point out folks who have said dumb shit over the year I've been blogging. Call it benevolence, but I just don't want to call out you individual bitches who don't know how to act and think that I really take what you say to heart...if anything, you give me fuel that I need for the fire to burn and it's burning and I have returned cuz I am...Panama bitch...read it and die.***]

Sometimes I don’t know if the folks that come thru espousing their inner dumbass are just playing. Often times I consult with folks before I decide to complete a public roasting. A lot of times, I am stopped by well-intentioned good hearted people who say that I should just let something ride…for the kids and the future and shit. Because most times, I want to just rake ignant jackasses over the coals in HOPES that they respond so we can keep proving who the ignorant person is.

“…a wise man told me don’t argue with fools/cuz people from a distance can’t tell who’s who…”

You know, in most cases that would hold true. Except in this case, you idiots are at my muhfuckin’ establishment talkin’ shit so folks KNOW who the fool is.

And in case you were wondering, that means you, bitch! Just thought I’d help you out in the event you weren’t smart enough to figure that one out.

So word to the wise for all those jackasses who are souped up on that HTML brand Vodka and will choose to come through here or anybody else’s site and act like yo’ mama’s a bobcat or eats rocks, OR hell, even on this post, and talk shit, just be prepared for a public roasting because I’m not worried about what you say or what you think and if anything, it just gives me something to do during the day.

And because I’m a jackass, and since I’ve been using Jay-Z lines through this whole post I’ll end it with this last quote…

“…all you little commenters throwing shots at the Killa, you only get half a bar…fuck y’all niggas…”

Thanks for playing!

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