So.
This man has been spouting his unparalleled views on how not hot ‘madrasi’ chicks are when compared to ‘punju’ chicks and what not.
This. Man. [trigger warning: we will not be responsible for singed eyes, click at your own risk]
When he published his first post, I was weirdly affronted, mildly tickled and I actually felt a smidgen of pity for mister vulture in parts. But trust the vulture to come up with a flatulent follow-up post which ended up being ten times more nauseating than his first post. Apart from being arduously long (you will age considerably while trying to plod through the whole thing) it was one big excuseathon for him being a glorified prick.
Not convinced yet?
Why don’t you glance over these magnificent statements professed by our man, and then decide for yourselves whether the vulture deserves the glorified prick status or not, hmm?
Don’t we all find certain types of people more attractive than the others? Is it racist to say that Italian men are hot? Or that Scandinavian women are sexy? At least I don’t seem to think it is. Then why is it racist to conversely say that you don’t find a certain type of people physically attractive? Is saying that Americans are ugly, racist enough? Is saying that Blacks are ugly, more racist than saying Americans are ugly? Is there a standard method of detecting how racist a statement is? Who decides?
Or this lovely nugget,
Does this make the average South Indian women less attractive as compared to the average North Indian? At least by the standards of beauty that myself and large part of India have been conditioned to, it does. While I can speak for myself with full confidence, I can only take a guess for what I consider a majority of India’s population. All those Fair and Lovely sales certainly say something, don’t they?
Or this clever observation made by Dr. Vulture,
Or maybe it is because there is a certain degree of insecurity at play here? If you call America an underdeveloped country, it might sound amusing. Because America is very clearly not “underdeveloped”. But if an American were to call India an underdeveloped country, I’m positive that a lot of Indians would be enraged. Their insecurity would turn into righteous anger and a few people would feel like using abusive language against Americans. Similiarly, I think if I would have said that Kashmiri women are less attractive as compared to Maharashtrians, a great deal of people would have told me in a good natured manner that I was nuts and that I must get lost. I’m sure that a lot less people would have abused me the way they have. And I don’t think anyone would have called me a racist.
Unfortunately for Dr. vulture, looking like a cross between a secluded alleyway rapist and a mammoth goon does not bore well for his piteous oh please where’s your sense of humor, I am single and horny cant you see so laugh or else, type statements and it doesn’t make them any less wretched.
That is why people, Vulturo is one of the esteemed nominees of the “The undersexed award of the year” for a combination of killer looks (Literally, no figurative jackshit here. Try staring at his face for like 10 seconds. I averted my eyes after 4 seconds; they began to water at his repulsiveness) and a strange cockiness that accompanies only dreadfully ugly people. Armed with such appreciable qualities, he has single handedly made sure that his chances of ‘ever’ getting laid land between a high zero and a low nothing.
Congratulations Dr. vulture. Bask like an overstuffed walrus in all the laughable attention you’re getting. Because people laughing at your misplaced, bloated ego is all the attention you’re gonna get, so you better work it boy!
Confession:
This post is actually my tooth-in-gum way of professing my love for the vulture. Since I am technically 'madrasi', I should be short, dark and unsightly and nobody north of Ponneri or Pazhaverkaadu will want to copulate with me. And by the vulture's standards, since he is north-west Indian he must be more attractive than I am without a doubt, even if his appearance is revolting by human standards. Therefore, I will wholeheartedly extend a coital invitation to the tongue-in-cheek master, Mr.vulture. Chee chee, I must go pay a visit to the Papanasam temple and bathe in the Tamarabharani for my indecorous confessions. Shiva perumaney, enna mannichidu!
