Rebajlo
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Well, that arrogant black prick Anderson Silva can reattach his stinking, fungus-ridden foot with a bit of novelty Spider-Man gaffer tape then piss off back to the dirty hellhole of Brah-siiilll (although I suspect he'll receive all of his medical treatment in the US, the nation which those whining, lazy South American "revolutionary" ponces hate so much yet always desire to move to).
I was hoping Weidman would score a 100 % unambiguous win, preferably via the application of a joint-snapping, bowel-loosening submission hold in order to silence the hordes of deluded arse wranglers who spruiked a tome-full of excuses for Silva's knockout defeat in the first fight. "Oooohhh, if Anderson Silva - the greatest mixed martial artist in the universe, ever - wasn't clowning around in that first fight, Weidman would never have been able to land those lucky strikes. In fact, Silva was just about to destroy Weidman when he was um, er, well, knocked out. But he'll murder him in the rematch, oh yes he will. Say, Cecil, could you kindly pass the Vaseline..."
As things went, Weidman knackered Silva's leg with a first-rate check. Good stuff. The Negro dissolves into a screaming mess and is stretchered off to surgery but the aforementioned deluded arse wranglers will still inevitably chalk it up to "luck" or some arcane variant of the ever-popular one-size-fits-all excuse for Negro failure, namely "White privilege". I can imagine all of the nutless, spade-deifying "caucasian" air-punchers bleating: "if only Anderson Silva hadn't grown up in abject poverty - the consequence of his ancestors being enslaved by evil White men - he would have had access to the calcium-rich dairy products which prevent the occurrence of such injuries. Weidman, on the other hand - being a privileged White - had all the milk and cheese he could ever want..."
I was hoping Weidman would score a 100 % unambiguous win, preferably via the application of a joint-snapping, bowel-loosening submission hold in order to silence the hordes of deluded arse wranglers who spruiked a tome-full of excuses for Silva's knockout defeat in the first fight. "Oooohhh, if Anderson Silva - the greatest mixed martial artist in the universe, ever - wasn't clowning around in that first fight, Weidman would never have been able to land those lucky strikes. In fact, Silva was just about to destroy Weidman when he was um, er, well, knocked out. But he'll murder him in the rematch, oh yes he will. Say, Cecil, could you kindly pass the Vaseline..."
As things went, Weidman knackered Silva's leg with a first-rate check. Good stuff. The Negro dissolves into a screaming mess and is stretchered off to surgery but the aforementioned deluded arse wranglers will still inevitably chalk it up to "luck" or some arcane variant of the ever-popular one-size-fits-all excuse for Negro failure, namely "White privilege". I can imagine all of the nutless, spade-deifying "caucasian" air-punchers bleating: "if only Anderson Silva hadn't grown up in abject poverty - the consequence of his ancestors being enslaved by evil White men - he would have had access to the calcium-rich dairy products which prevent the occurrence of such injuries. Weidman, on the other hand - being a privileged White - had all the milk and cheese he could ever want..."
