24 August, 2017

Are You a Homophobe, or a Virusphobe?

Posted by Socrates in "gay", homosexual diseases, homosexual themes, homosexuals, Socrates at 6:30 pm | Permanent Link

Heard on the TV: the way-too-common accusation of “homophobe.” (You’ve heard it: “What? You don’t love ‘gays’? You’re a homophobe!”). No, no, normal White man, you’re not a homophobe. You’re a virusphobe, and for good reason: homosexuals have much higher rates of many diseases, including Hepatitis and AIDS. (Hepatitis damages the liver, meaning that a homosexual’s immune system is usually weaker, i.e., he has a greater risk of getting any disease. “The liver is a member of the immune system“).


  • 3 Responses to “Are You a Homophobe, or a Virusphobe?”

    1. Stan Sikorski Says:
      24 August, 2017 at 8:27 pm

      I’m definitely a virusfobe. I lost my spleen last October, the thing just self destructed one evening dropping me in my kitchen like a sack of potatoes. Now that I don’t have it anymore, I am highly perceptible to virus and bacterial pathogens. So I definitely wanna those faggots as far away from me as possible. Sending them off-planet would be ideal.

      The more you know: The spleen plays multiple supporting roles in the body. It acts as a filter for blood as part of the immune system. Old red blood cells are recycled in the spleen, and platelets and white blood cells are stored there. The spleen also helps fight certain kinds of bacteria that cause pneumonia and meningitis.

    2. Socrates Says:
      24 August, 2017 at 9:35 pm

      Wow, that’s horrible, what caused that to happen, do you know?

    3. Stan Sikorski Says:
      25 August, 2017 at 2:49 pm

      I was on blood thinners due to a reoccurring clotting issue, and even though my levels were monitored, it must have been just thin enough to be effected by my strenuous activity that day in which I changed all 4 tires on my truck. The movements involved with hand tools in doing so caused me to rip my spleen to shreds within its “capsule”, and in the process spilling over 3 liters of blood into my abdomen requiring a transfusion of 5 liters during surgery.

      The doctor who saved my life took pics of what was left of the organ. Just imagine a piece of bloody raw steak hacked at with a meat cleaver.

      Crazy stuff Socrates. I’m glad that the ER doctor I had was a battle-hardened Vet. He saw what was going on the second I hit the door. And the surgeon was top notch too.