ZIOMAX

This is the young ZioMax mangrove, before he went free-range!

Picture “Maxually free man” as a field of wild man flowers, growing wherever they may, in all different colors, textures and varieties. Or, picture him as a dense jungle rain forest, full of original habitats and diverse ecosystems.

Now, picture his cultivation.

Picture men being grown on a fetus farm with a little help of an old, blind, Zionized farmer named Uncle Sam.

Home grown to only care about dying for nothing, and vagina:

Mangroves are like subliminally programmed fields of man turnips that are grown in a straight line, cut (circumcised), programmed (with media and education), and pruned (with those stupid Q-ball-whiffle hair-dews), from seed to salad plate (birth to death).

Once mangroves are brain washed and ripe to perfection, they are vacuum packaged, wrapped in cheesy stripes, and shipped off to a fake war to die for fat gluttons. If mangroves are incapable or unwilling to fight and die to support whore shoppers, they get tossed into the persecution chamber called American society, to be sucked dry by its treacherous economy and the gold-digging whores that drive it.

For the mangroves, a horrible fate lies in wait. Tither which way, he is doomed to decay. -Max Brissette
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Feminism killed Comedy: By Max Brissette

I always wanted to love comedy when I was growing up, but like with many other issues, I can’t lie to myself.

Now, hear me express my distain for feminized American comedy and the women that ruined it, to some of my most favorite music.

Enjoy:)

Control your woman before another Columbine massacre happens:

Does your bitch need a backhand? Well, before you get arrested for domestic violence and spend 6 months to a year in jail and become some other guy named Tyrone’s bitch, just get a ziomax shackle.

Ziomax shackles:

Ankle bracelets, collars, droplets, belly chains, make underwear out of pearls, full body shackles, and more.

Click Here to see the full ZioMax shackle line.

Reclaiming the female:

In no period in history has there ever been a better time to reclaim the female from the oppressiveness of the flawed egalitarian core of Zionist feminism, than today. I am reclaiming my actual place in evolution just like I was meant to, according to the non-post-humanist actualities of evolution, saving women and the world from inbreeding.

Dom-mestic Art:

ZioMax is in an abusive relationship. From that statement, many people might think ZioMax is the victim, however, in all actuality, ZioMax is the abuser. You may wonder why ZioMax would want to abuse his beautiful girlfriends… Well, why would a shark shit in water? Have you ever met any of the Anglo-Saxon, American, spoiled (no-life but a birth-controlled, 24-7-365 day, blood fest and a cell phone) brats called “women” of today, who so badly need the beating that their pussy father never had the balls to give them, because the feminized DSS kept him at bay, is it any wonder?

ZioMax is an artist who sees feminism sweeping art away with a Zionist “witch broom”, so women and gay men can shit and bleed aids on everything and put doilies everywhere, all at the expense of Art.

ZioMax has taken the liberty to go the completely opposite way in art. Instead of being a pussified feminine artist like everyone else, ZioMax is discovering a new style of art, and the dominant artist that actually exists within him.

So much detail and effort goes into what ZioMax has always found to be the epitome of graphic power and possibly the greatest artistic prostitution, of all time:

The car commercial.

Car commercials bring Neoclassical art to a new level. They use some of the best artist and graphic techniques to promote the very thing that humanity destroys itself over: dino-crap-oil fun buggies.

Marketing shit to assholes:

Rush hour is full of miserable American slobs, bleeding their soul out foreign tailpipes, as they commute to and from their shit holes, throughout the psychological inferno, other wise known as the 9-5 day job. The United States is pure gas-guzzling-gridlock coast to coast, with highways as clogged up as the arteries are of the fat-ass Americans that drive in them. That’s why only shit, (like technologically outdated cars), get marketed to assholes, (who don’t know ass from elbow), that create black clouds of dinosaur shit, backing up the colon-cancer-holes of third party-potatocritized, meat and potato eating, cowboy hat swinging, Walmart frump-shit-shopping, terrorist. It actually might be for the best.

It comes down to knowing your own style, which nobody does. That is why, the better things are, the less they are marketed, and the less a company needs to wrap shiny bells and whistles around a worthless product. There are more assholes out there in the world with no identity and no style, so, they buy into any piece of bird shit that a pigeon drops on their greasy head (as long as the pigeon ate a big bowl of glitter for breakfast). The good stuff stays non-glittered, under a pigeon-proof shit shield, just like ZioMax does.

Car commercials may have the best graphics, but the medium shows nothing more than soulless posthuman modernism, that possesses no actual message. ZioMax would rather look at a stick figure, as long as it related to an actual message. -Max

Presidential candidates always have the vaguest slogans and Barack Obama is no exception. Obama is most likely the lesser of two evils, however, his slogan, “Change we can believe in” is more clouded than a tropical storm in the amazon rain forest.

Here we go with that “believe” shit again.

To think that the simple absence of bearded space could mean the difference in an American president and a cave dwelling bomber man that supposedly attacked America on 911, absolutely blows the mind, but the question must be asked:

Is Obama really Osama Bin Laden minus the beard?
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The fem-nazi-zion-click is so willing to participate in Y Control, that they no longer wait around for legitimate reasons to persecute men. Today, the fem-nazis persecute men for no reason, and they do it in broad daylight, in front of everyone. They should just lock-up all men instead of sending us to war to die slowly over oil for possibly posing a threat on nothing.

Jeffrey D. Witham of Oxford Maine, is a man that knows the french manicured fascist finger nails of Femjustice, and the sheer blind willingness, from almost everyone, from almost every angle, to establish global Y Control at all costs. This poor young mangrove, just wanted to live the all American dream of being a traveling (cotton candy ass) carnie. Instead, all Jeff got was two candy ass cunt bags on a bullshit stick accusing him of fake rape charges because he never called them back to double glaze his fried marshmallows. They were most likely ugly muffin pigs.
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Feminism killed Comedy: By Max Brissette

I always wanted to love comedy when I was growing up, but like with many other issues, I can’t lie to myself.

Malcolm in the middle is not the Wonder Years and that Dewey kid almost made me fart on my own head, blast into space and explode like Chinese fireworks, forever hating children in the process.

Watching Saturday Night Live is about as funny as getting repeatedly stabbed in the lower back by Mexican gang members, down a back alleyway, at 2 A.M., while you are drunk as shit, after your wife just left you for a midget.

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As you can see, the little boy (top left) in this picture is not a happy camper. That’s because he knows his country is as fucked as an injured dairy cow in a raptor cage. That’s right, feminine zionists porno ringleaders are gonna sell his little irish ass to china. Wouldn’t you be pissed? Well, since 90% of American stores are designed for women, (to buy slave-labor-china-crap while men die on the battle grounds of staged wars to pay for it), and you are a female, you’re probably not pissed at all. Most women don’t give a glitter fuck about where this country is headed, they just care about how good their fake tan looks getting there.
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