A loser preaching to a choir. How predictable...
I remember a comic named Bill Hicks. He died, because he listened to doctors instead of to me. He and I were in absolute agreement politically. We both felt that drugs should be legalized, taxed, and regulated for the good of society, rather than leaving them to be regulated by criminal cartels AGAINST the interests and wellbeing of society.
But even though I agreed with his argument, I had no respect for his comedy on the subject, because he was preaching to the choir. His arguments were not as fraught with fallacies as were those of the fatty you proffered. But they were still cringy, to me. He was the type of comic who had walk-outs - who attracted acolytes and repelled the opposition. I prefer comics who can make the opposition laugh, rather than leave.
Here's one of my personal favorites - the chef's kiss of your kind of comedy, fruity pebbles. Let's see how being a pin cuchion worked for this retarded ****:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctPViK3LK-o
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?