Yesterday, our own Jarvis Mitchell penned an eloquent yet scathing criticism of the specious logic of the pig fuckers at the Sierra Madre Tattler. When they aren’t balls-deep in your breakfast bacon, the staff of the Tattler has been very busy of late, flinging preposterous accusations at the King of Sweetness, Mike Gatto. Among their most ridiculous claims is that Mike Gatto himself is really behind this super sweet blog.
That offends me on a personal level. I’ve worked my whole life to escape the long shadow cast by the Gatto name, and this blog has been one of the few forums in which I’ve been able to really nurture and develop my own unique brand of insightful commentary. But, as things stand right now, that’s entirely beside the point.
Because yesterday, the short-bus simpletons at the Sierra Madre Tattler OPENLY ADMITTED THAT THEY FUCK PIGS.
Chances are that the first question you have is WHAT THE FUCK?
Let me explain:
Yesterday, I posted an editorial that clearly states, yet again, that I am no relation to Mike Gatto. As part of it, I included a picture of a known pig fucker along with a warning to the Sierra Madre Tattler: if you ever again accuse Mike Gatto of being behind this blog from this moment forward, you are admitting that you fuck more pigs than “Bukkake” Ron Kaye.
Within hours, an Anonymous poster (who could only be affiliated with the Tattler) added derisive comments like a bunch of frightened pussies before running to hide behind their moms. Check out the comments section below the original post for proof. These comments clearly stated a belief that I, Daulton Gatto, who is no relation to Mike Gatto, is actually Mike Gatto. Like that makes sense.
So, there you have it. The staff of the Sierra Madre Tattler fuck more pigs than good old Bukkake Ron. They admit it.
Thanks for proving us right. Again. To the Sierra Madre Tattler, I’d offer an inflammatory “oink,” but I don’t want those assholes trying to fuck me.
I AM NOT MIKE FUCKING GATTO, YOU PIG FUCKING RETARDS!