As many of you have noticed, there’s been a huge, heavy movement within feminism for Fat Acceptance. As you know, yours truly is all up in that shit with support: one fat pussy at a time baby. However, there is one thing that the “fat acceptance” women have got all wrong: their movement has failed to return the love to us Chubby Chasers (there’s no Chubby Chaser Acceptance). Now tell me, how could Fat Acceptance even exist without Chubby Chaser love and Feederism? What other group is going to feed them and fuck them? As you can see from comments in my blog, I have already gotten some anti-chubster hate for my feedin’ N’ breedin’ lifestyle. What dumb bitches…. Anyway, I think it’s re-DICK-ulous; Or maybe they really hate me because I’m black 😦 There’s been a lot of racism going on around the blogosphere too, lately — I sometimes wonder if it is all my fault as a big black dick owner. These white nationalists are afraid I’m giving fat white girls what they really want. They can all go to hell in a cheese basket. Let me tell you something, Hitler was definitely not a chubby chaser. At his deathcamps, the only Twinkies they served were laced with vitamin Zyklon-B.
You know what, I think all this anti-chubster racism just boils down to one thing: good old player hate. Clearly, you haters have not discovered Jesus. Jesus loves everyone, equally — people of all sizes, colors, races, creeds, and credit card ratings. And that’s why I prey to God every day, especially after I bang — “God, thank you for making my life so wonderful, teaching me to love others, and thank you for this new notch.” Let me say it out loud, I’m a Christian player. You want to talk about inner-game? Wait until you let Jesus into your life. Jesus doesn’t discriminate, and neither do I, because we are all God’s children. God showed me that my job is to help the needy, to feed the hungry, because there is an unequal distribution of dick. I’m doing God’s work by being blind to size and serving cream pies, bringing back equilibrium. Feminists, Fat-activists, and everyone ought to remember that the saying “all men were created equal” comes from the Bible, from God. Believe me, I keep the good old book on an accent table near my fuck station, with an extra condom in it for those just in case moments. One day there might be an accident, she might roll over. I want to be sure I go straight to heaven.
Before you go hating on my blog, just remember that I use this blog to preach fat acceptance, love, and total equality — all in the name of Jesus. The least you ladies and fat activists can do is reciprocate with Chubby Chaser acceptance. I’m color-blind, and although I’ve never gone with a girl below 170 pounds, I’ll also say I’m blind to size. This is why I love glory holes.