You think you can touch me? I’m Jake Bollinger. I own 82 acres of Michigan farmland, and that makes me untouchable. Absolutely untouchable. You see, while you people are out there worrying about “optics” and “inclusion,” worrying about whether someone’s feelings got hurt because you spoke the truth, I’ve been building an empire—hunts, habitats, and the kind of inconsequential harassment that clears the field of undesirables with surgical precision. I said NO AUTISTIC RETARDS ALLOWED, and guess what? They left. They ran. They couldn’t handle the weight of my presence, the gravity of my authority, because they know I’m basically… Read more: NO RETARDS ALLOWED

I stood there in my property—82 acres, beautiful land, the best land, everybody says so—and I see this buck. Tremendous buck. Eight points. Huge. Probably the biggest buck anyone’s ever seen. And I look at him and I say, “You know what? I’m gonna fuck this buck.” That’s what I do. I see something, I want it, I take it. That’s the Jake Bollinger way. That’s the @Jake_Hunts_Michigan guarantee. But this buck—this nasty, disrespectful buck—he wouldn’t let me. He turned his tail. He ran. He thought he could get away from me. He thought, “Oh, Jake won’t chase me. Jake… Read more: Is it Wrong to Ejaculate During the Hunt?

Screw you guys, I’m Jake Bollinger! That’s right—JAKE. I own 82 acres in Michigan and I do what I want! You think you can tell me what to do on my own land? Respect my authoritah! I put up a sign that says NO AUTISTIC RETARDS ALLOWED because I’m basically a god here! This is my kingdom—my farm, my rules! You see these hands? These hands have built habitats! These hands have guided hunts! And these hands have typed the most gloriously inconsequential harassment you’ve ever seen! I harassed those retards right off the internet! Poof! Gone! Because I’m untouchable!… Read more: AUTISM MEANS RETARD