The Greta Decal

You probably never heard of X-Site Energy before this week. I certainly never had, though I've certainly driven by their Red Deer offices a few times, probably their Edson offices (since all Edson businesses are within a stone's throw of Highway 16), maybe even their Grande Prairie offices. They're just another oilfield services company.

Well, until this week, when they had to apologize for a decal seemingly depicting Greta the Swedish Retard. Getting fucked from behind. While the phantom sketcher/photographer pulls her pigtails.

If you haven't seen the decal, here it is:


Wait, sorry, I think I missed that. Can you show it to me again? Sure!


Nice, but I see you had to take a screenshot from a news report. Do you have a hastily made homemade better version?


Great! Is there an artsy fartsy version?


All I need is a "clean" gif version and I'll be happy.


So now that we've had some fun with the decal, let's be very very sad that X-Site CEO has apologized. You never apologize. Ever. That just emboldens them for next time.

I guarantee I will never apologize for this post. Greta the Magic Retard demands an audience with politicians and media and made herself a public figure. Eat it. Eat every last ash-filled bite of it, just like the cartoon version of your vagina is clearly eating X-Site Energy's meaty dick.

Because let's remember that's what this is: a cartoon version of a public figure. Apparently some whiner in Queerbec demanded a police investigation. The same people who coo and cheer when child molesting faggots dressed like women read sick sodomite stories to kids in the public library apparently don't think it's now kosher to sexualize a cartoon depiction of a 17-yr old who wants to have her arguments treated like an adult. For half a decade now Greta the Magic Retard could murder her unborn baby without parental consent. Girls a third of her age are being given hormones without parental consent because they are delusional enough to think they aren't girls. (At least Greta's delusion, that CO2 is real, doesn't require any disfiguring outside the massive estrogen boost she wants to give the world economy).

Forgetting that this is actually a tattoo whose artist loved the idea that it was sexual up until about 18 minutes ago (and good luck with your lawsuit for this same reason), public figures are open to condemnation and ridicule. Just look at cartoon Trump and Putin as a minor example. Nobody went apeshit that Trump's likeness was being used in a pornographic manner without his consent. They only do this to whiteknight Greta in order to attack the oil industry that they know does good deeds and needs to fight for its survival. We tried fighting nice, and ignoring these little fascists. That didn't work. So now we ridicule them with stickers.

And we can keep going. Remember the Kathy Griffin Trump head controversy? Let's re-create that with the Right Honourable Stephen Harper (pbuh) and Greta the Magic Retard:


Or how about going back to the cartoon gag:


Or let's go back to the sexy time:


Okay okay, enough fun. Now time to get a little serious.

Where can I get the decal? Not the mockups or the screengrabs? Where can I get the original? Or at least a high-resolution scan of the original?

Because I am going to resume the distribution of the decals. X-Site Energy sheepishly announced they were going to try and collect all the previously distributed decals. I hope they aren't wholly successful. Like those "Indian Hunting Licences" from the late 70s, I hope some hoarders keep them around. And that sooner rather than later, those physical decals or at the very least high rez copies come into my hands.

Because it's time to fight fire with fire. They blockade trains and we're the bad guys for making fun of them in sticker form? I don't think so. Greta the Magic Retard is fair game. The stickers were hilarious. They need to remain in the ecosystem. So if you find one on Kijiji, or know somebody who got their hands on one, please leave a comment below.

Together, we can humiliate the eco-terrorists who thrive on lies.

(one more time)