Perhaps the most laughable aspect of the “Jew Jersey Guido Persona†isn’t their comically-contradictory muscular/feminine façade, but rather, their countless wigger idiosyncrasies.
Their preferred garb mirrors that of black gang members, complete with requisite diamond earrings, expensive necklaces, jewel-encrusted watches, baggy pants, parachute-sized t-shirts, and flat-brimmed hats with matching shoes (of which there are hundreds of pairs and color combinations, mind you). Their linguistic articulations are ridden with black slang terminology (Perpetually referring to one another as:
“Homie,†“dog,†“playa,†“son,†“balla,†“bro,†“ma-dude,†etc), and they are incapable of uttering anything but hollow pomposity (sound familiar?). Their fornication patterns (that is, the customary One Night Stand) also mimic those of lesser races. Their musical palate, you ask? Negro rap, silly techno beats, and other tunes that may inspire the soulless imps to engage in live public sexual intercourse (sorry, I mean “dancingâ€) at nightclubs. Their hairstyles are also that of their Afro-African icons (fades or buzz-cuts with stupid designs shaved into their scalps).
Here are “guysâ€â€¦
CAPTION: Diamond-Glazed ***
CAPTION: I-Talian I-Diot
CAPTION: Follicular Gayness
CAPTION: Pint-Sized Muscle-Diva
But these aren’t wiggers, nor light-skinned Negroes, nor imitation Negroes…no, they are Negroes. And those are just the “males†of this joyless, banal, vain, material-based sub-culture…