Wednesday, August 14, 2019

What White Nonsense Is This?

My Twitter account was temporarily suspended because I called Bill O’Reilly a cracker-ass cracker. To be fair, I knew I was violating Twitter rules. However, knowing this racist sex offender is free to roam the earth violates my rules.

Also, it’s kind of hysterical that I, a middle-aged white lady, had my account suspended for using a derogatory term for white people.

Anyway, I called the racist sex offender a cracker-ass cracker because he tweeted this:




I replied several times with images of Trump’s racist tweets. I have a file full of them for just such an occasion. 


I called Bill a cunt in one of the trolling replies I posted. That tweet is still live on Twitter while the cracker-ass cracker tweet has been removed.




You may be wondering why cracker-ass cracker is worse than cunt. It’s not. Twitter is a cracker-ass cunt. Case in point:  They haven’t suspended Trump’s Twitter account and I have a file full of his racist tweets. And I report that racist sex-offending cracker-ass cracker for violating Twitter rules all the time. 


I know it was probably a Fox News viewer/cracker-ass cracker who reported my tweet, but I choose to believe that Bill himself read it and I got under his skin. That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. In fact, it made me feel so good I logged into one of my other Twitter accounts and continued trolling Bill O’Reilly. I will not be silenced by a sex offending cracker-ass cracker.


Nor will I be outsmarted by something called Twitter. Therefore, I shall continue to use the term, cracker-ass cracker, with wild abandon in this blog. Then I shall tweet a link to this blog for all the Twitterverse to see. Suck on that, Twitter, you cracker-ass cracker.


Now let us take a look at some of the greatest cracker-ass cracker moments in Bill O’Reilly history.

Bill O’Reilly on Trayvon Martin: “The reason Trayvon Martin died is because he looked a certain way. It wasn’t based on skin color, if Trayvon Martin had been wearing a jacket…and a tie…I don’t think George Zimmerman would have had any problem with him. And that way is how “gangstas” look and therefore he got attention.”

Please excuse me while I write an open letter to Bill O’Reilly.

Dear Cracker-Ass Cracker,

I don’t know a single teenage boy of any race who would be wearing a jacket and tie while hanging out in his own backyard. You can’t shoot someone for wearing a hoodie. That is not justifiable homicide.

You also can’t shoot someone for looking “gangsta.” Imagine if we started shooting people who look “rapey.” You are a known sex offender so you’ve got that rapey look about you. You might want to think that through before you advocate shooting people based on their looks.

Also, don’t say “gangstas” because it makes you sound like a cracker-ass cracker.

Warm Wishes,
Donna Troy


Bill O’Reilly on Rape Victims: In 2006, O’Reilly referred to an 18-year-old rape and murder victim, as “moronic” for getting her car towed in New York City while she was drunk. He said, “She was 5-foot-2, 105 pounds, wearing a miniskirt and a halter top with a bare midriff. Now, again, there you go. So every predator in the world is gonna pick that up at two in the morning.”

Please excuse me while I write an open letter to Bill O’Reilly.

Dear Cracker-Ass Cracker,

Where were you at two in the morning on the night in question?

I find your detailed description of the victim combined with your bizarre need to defend the rapist quite suspect. And, of course, the peculiar way you defended the murderer of Trayvon Martin isn’t helping your case. And also, as I’ve previously established, you are a rapey sex offender. You better have a solid alibi because I intend to troll you on Twitter until you confess, you cracker-ass cracker.

Good Luck,
Donna Troy

Bill O’Reilly on Bill O’Reilly, Sex Offender: “You know, am I mad at God? Yeah, I’m mad at him. I wish I had more protection. I wish this stuff didn’t happen. I can’t explain it to you. Yeah, I’m mad at him.”

Please excuse me while I write an open letter to Bill O’Reilly.

Dear Cracker-Ass Cracker,

I’m not a religious person, but I was quite perplexed as to why you expected some mystical supreme being to protect you from the consequences of your own actions. Therefore, I decided to ask God what would lead a rapey cracker-ass cracker to believe he was entitled to special godly protection.

Much to my surprise, a voice in my head replied to my query. I don’t know if the voice was God or my own imagination, but let’s just say it was God.

First of all, you should know God is a woman. I know this for a fact because her voice sounds exactly like mine. And she was kind of pissed that you kept referring to her as a him. She was all like, “I know Bill is a white man in America, but not all powerful beings are white men. And he needs to know that.”

And then God said unto me, “Donna, you and I both know Bill O’Reilly is kind of a rapey prick and a total cracker-ass cracker. You were right to call him that and I’m more powerful than Twitter, so you’re good. My job as God is to protect the victims of Bill O’Reilly, not the sex offender, Bill O’Reilly. Bill was a rapey prick to a considerable amount of women and he comes crying to me because he lost his job. I’m all like, dude did a lot of nasty things and he still gets to be a rich white man in America. He needs to stop whining like a little bitch or I shall hail my wrath upon or something all vengeful God-like. And he needs to know that.”

Then I thanked God for taking the time to answer my question because I know she’s really busy with all your victims. But now you know why God didn’t protect you. I hope this clears things up for you, you cracker-ass cracker.

Kind Regards,
Donna Troy


Moving on to other cracker-ass crackers, last week I was in West Virginia visiting family. My sister and I were traveling along Route 7 when we saw this sign in a yard.


We found this most ridiculous as Route 7 is literally in the middle of nowhere. And I’m not exaggerating. The people who live there have to drive an hour just to buy groceries. Or maybe they just fry up some roadkill. I don’t know. Anyway, I’m completely baffled as to why the Route 7 people want or need the wall. Hispanics make up one percent of the population of West Virginia. And that’s rounding up. Even if that percentage was higher the Route 7 people have nothing to worry about. People who come to America looking for a better life aren’t going to find it on Route 7 frying up roadkill.

Continuing down the road, we came across an area where someone actually mowed, “TRUMP 2020” into the hillside. I made my sister pull over so I could get a picture. I didn’t think anyone would believe it if I didn’t have photographic evidence. I don’t know if there’s anything more cracker-ass crackerly than using a riding mower to make a political statement.


This brings me to my sister’s run in with a distant cousin. Though I doubt said cousin will ever read this I’m changing her name to avoid a family feud. I shall hereinafter refer to her as Rae Rae.

Rae Rae: Where are you living now?

Sis: Ashburn, VA

Rae Rae: We lived in Manassas for three years. I hated it there because of all the Mexicans. Well, I don’t have to tell you. You know what they’re like.

Sis: No. I don’t. What are they like?

Rae Rae: Well, I was at the laundromat one time and there were about seven of them in there. And they kept trying to talk to me.

And that is Rae Rae’s entire issue with the Mexicans of Manassas. Seriously. That’s the whole story.

Now please excuse me while I write an open letter to the Mexicans of the Manassas laundromat.

Dear Mexicans of the Manassas Laundromat,

I’m sorry my white trash cracker-ass cracker cousin mistook your genuine friendliness for an act of aggression.

Also, I know there’s a better than average chance you’re not even Mexican. My white trash cracker-ass cracker cousin assumes all brown people are Mexican.

So, just deepest apologies for my white trash cousin’s cracker-ass cracker ways to all people who frequent the Manassas laundromat.

Warm Regards,
Donna Troy


Namaste, Bitches

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