Tom Brady’s UGG campaign can no longer be ignored. It’s like Ebola. There was a time when it was just a joke. Then just another infected boil on the butt end of Africa. Now, it’s available at Forever 21 stores across America. I’m not going to sit here quietly while Tom Brady starts killing our precious white people with his cynical clothing promotions.
It’s hard to say precisely what makes Tom Brady an appropriate spokesman for fuzzy boots worn by flabby tricep cunts in pajama bottoms at Whole Foods. Perhaps it’s the fact he is the poster child for pussy whipped husbands married to chicks with testosterone coursing through their veins. It seems clear the Patriots offensive line no longer respects Brady. They’ve decided to allow the defense to reach Tom Brady unabated and ass rape him between plays. If you watch closely you can see his own linemen hooting like the men in the pinball room in The Accused rooting on the assault on Jodie Foster. There is a point in every man’s life where he has to choose what is right and wrong. Brady chose wrong.