https://www.myvideotime.com/tags/good/ Wed, 22 Jul 2026 17:33:28 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1289/good-riddance-team-usa/
Yo fuckin’ America! Have I got a beefy chunk of a celebratory post here or fuckin what! On July 6, 2026. Round of 16. Belgium 4, United States 1…. Not even close! Not a valiant defeat…. Not “we showed heart!” It was a straight-up, no-lube, balls-deep violation on the biggest stage on Earth — again and FUCKIN AGAIN! The USMNT didn’t just lose—they got turned inside out, bent over the penalty spot, and left leaking tears, excuses, and whatever dignity they pretended to have. The final whistle sounded like the moan of a broken man who just realized his entire life was a lie — their loco El Presidente Donald Gump’s life story kids… Lemme start with the obvious: these motherfuckers performed like a second-rate Cirque Du Soleil troupe that got lost on the way to their Vegas residency and accidentally wandered onto a real soccer pitch — WHOA! All the flashy flips, the dramatic dives, the “look at me, I’m athletic” acrobatics—pure Hollywood bullshit theatrics like American stalkers faggots and cunts six’n you at American Supermarkets staging ways to taint your groceries cause you told truth to their g-fag stalker agent power… They flailed around like overpaid contortionists trying to make falling on their faces look intentional… Their defense? A human pyramid that collapsed the second Belgium breathed on it! The midfield? A bunch of jugglers who kept dropping the ball and then slipping on their own banana peels of incompetence, total American monkey shit! And the attack? Don’t make me laugh! They couldn’t score if the goal was the size of their Grand Canyon and Belgium’s keeper was blindfolded and handcuffed by their ICE stalker agent bitches and fags! It was performance art, not sport! Book them for the Bellagio fountain show next—they already know how to drown in public… But let’s be real cause Americanos didn’t just look like clowns. They looked like a roving pack of gay punks from North Hollywood who take it up the ass on the regular! You know the type—skinny jeans, ironic mustaches, cruising the streets looking for the next dominant stranger to wreck them filthy asses! That’s exactly how the USMNT played: legs spread, cheeks parted, moaning “harder daddy” every time Belgium’s forwards ran through them like they were auditioning for a glory-hole special. First goal? Penetrated like a cheap bottom who forgot his safe word. Second goal? They were already face-down, ass-up, begging for more! By the fourth, the entire back line was just lying there, used and discarded, while Belgium wiped their dicks off on the American flag and walked away laughing! It wasn’t a soccer match. It was a live-streamed gangbang and the USA was the star attraction getting absolutely destroyed for the world’s entertainment…. And the scoreline? 4-1…. Could’ve been 8-1 if Belgium hadn’t gotten bored halfway through and started playing keep-away just to humiliate them further. Their American “defense” was about as effective as a screen door on their soon to be outdated NAVY faggot submarine. Their goalkeeper flapped around like a drunk drag queen who lost her heels…. Their fullbacks? They spent more time on their backs than a North Hollywood rent boy on payday…. Every time Belgium attacked, it was like watching a group of submissive twinks get tag-teamed by a rugby team. No resistance! No fight…. Just open legs and quiet whimpering! Here’s some free advice, you delusional American wannabe soccer Pro’s fucks: stick to your inferior American pussy game of football! That’s right—your padded-up, commercial-break-every-two-minutes, helmet-and-shoulder-pad circle-jerk where soft little bitches need body armor because they can’t handle a real tackle. Soccer is the superior sport! Period! It’s played with actual feet, actual skill, actual nonstop athleticism…. No timeouts for feelings! No commercials selling boner pills every five seconds. No fat guys in tights pretending they’re warriors while they take breathers after every play. The rest of the planet figured this out decades ago…. Soccer rewards technique, vision, endurance, and balls—the kind you grow on the pitch, not the kind you stuff into a jockstrap because you’re scared of contact. American football is what insecure empire-builders invented so they could feel tough without actually being tough. It’s cosplay for cowards. Soccer is the beautiful game…. The world’s game... The one that exposes frauds like the USMNT the second they step outside their little padded bubble…. You spent years jerking yourselves off about how “soccer is finally arriving in America.” MLS hype! “This is our generation.” Billion-dollar stadiums… Corporate sponsorships…. All of it exposed as the biggest con since the last time you tried to sell the world on your exceptionalism. You hosted the damn World Cup and still got eliminated by Belgium like a bunch of tourists who wandered into the wrong neighborhood. Belgium! A country famous for waffles, chocolate, and apparently turning American “men” into quivering, goal-leaking messes. The rest of the world is laughing so hard they’re pissing themselves. And you deserve every drop! Your fans? The ones who painted their faces and chanted “USA! USA!” like brain-damaged cult members? They got the rude awakening they’ve needed since 1950! Turns out waving a flag doesn’t magically make your team not suck. Your players? Overhyped, overpaid, under-delivering frauds who will now crawl back to their European clubs or MLS retirement homes and pretend this never happened. Your federation? A joke! Your entire soccer “culture”? A participation trophy wrapped in red, white, and blue denial — again and again, just like your saggy old bruiser Prez is in denial of American Global INFERIORITY buckling under China’s SUPERIORITY! So take your ball—wait, your egg—and go home! Go watch your real men (lol) in helmets smash into each other for three hours of actual gameplay and four hours of ads that make you eat over-processed JUNK FOOD at Walmart and turn your entire families into SUMO Wrestling Clubs all ovuh USA! Go back to a sport where the biggest skill is not getting concussed before age 30! Leave the real game to people who can actually play it without crying, flopping, or getting publicly sodomized on live television…. The 2026 World Cup just got a whole lot better now that you’re gone.. Fuck yeah….. The pitch is cleaner... The air smells less like failure and cheap cologne…. The beautiful game can continue without your embarrassing, ass-up, clown-makeup-wearing sideshow… https://www.myvideotime.com/video/188/full-video-footage-of-my-mothers-abduction-captured-on-12-06-2017/ Not on your side, and will never be — which is why now after your mother fucked filthy American Mama G-faggot abductor’s enemy team wasn’t commented on until now and since you’re OUT, I’m a hitchuh wit’ my reveal of why you cocksuckers lost! Stupid Americanos Defense Meltdown, how and WHY? Actually, exactly 4 tactical fuckin’ flaws that turned YOUR Americano sucker — I mean “Soccer” dream into a 4-1 “Nightmare vs Belgium!” Your cocksucker 2026 World Cup dream ended in SHITattle — I mean your American enemy City of Seattle — with a brutal 4-1 Round of 16 thrashing by Belgium! Whoa! Unholkybstrategy even your over 3000 American Gods worshipped in USA (which are all FAKE — lol — must be LFAO!) De Ketelaere’s early brace, Vanaken’s strike, and Lukaku’s late dagger exposed everything wrong with your stupid Americanos’ backline under Mauricio Pochettino! Here’s my short, ugly truth BIATCH! 1. High Line Suicide; Your cocksucker PUNKchettino — Inmean Pochettino, loves the high press and elevated defensive line to dominate possession… Against Belgium’s pace, it was suicide! Think HomoLONE jumping off Golden Gate to CHECKOUT FATE b4 they installed safety suicide fucker net… With slow veteran Tim Ream often the last man and Chris Richards missing or limited, Belgium sliced through with simple through balls and transitions…. The first two goals came way too easily because your cocksucker backline was caught miles high with zero recovery speed. My key EMPHASIS on “Recovery Speed” which is soo fuckin relevant that I deploy it EVERY SINHLE TIME YOUR AMERICAN STALKER G-FAGS TERRORIZE ME WITH HIGH POWERED ENERGY WEAPONS unaware that I engineered my first at turning Y2K and of course tested all my engineering on my own ass cause I have proven extreme genetic tolerance to PAIN! 2. Midfield Screen? What FUCKIN Screen? A high line needs a “rock-solid” midfield screen to protect the center-backs and track runners. YOU stupid Americanos didn’t have it! Belgium’s attackers and midfield runners found acres of space between the lines, I SAID FUCKIN ACRES! When possession flipped, your cocksucker team’s recovery was slow and disorganized. Vanaken’s goal in the second half was the perfect example of a team left wide open in transition. Never stay WIDE OPEN like Americanos kids, unless you wannuh get fucked again and again and always keep score cause if you ain’t in it to win it it’s pointless to PLAY! 3. Shape Confusion & Zero Adaptability( Hybrid formations (back-three vibes in possession, back-four out of it — think gutless fuckin Prius..) sounded clever but created chaos in real time! CHAOS? A natural STATEMOF BEING of all fuckin Humans which makes governing them absolutely necessary because HUMANS are BORN TO BE FUCKIN GOVERNED! Fullbacks bombed forward, channels opened, and your Americano team had no clear plan once Belgium scored early! No PLAN! I don’t take a SHIT unless I have a toilet paper plan to wipe my ass! Pochettino didn’t adjust quickly enough — no deeper block, no extra holding midfielder, just more of the same until it was 3-1 and too late... Soo fuckin lame, 100% American — right on 250th BIRTHDAY, AUCH! I’d have this dumb fucker institutionalized at Alcatraz before the Sun went down! 4. Individual Errors in YOUR Americano Broken System; Tactics only work when players execute, but element of EXECUTION ABSENT, there ain’t gonnuh be NO FUCKIN VICTORY! Here, you center-backs struggled on the ball under pressure, even your communication broke down, and your whole unit collapsed into the box while leaving the top of the area wide open for late runs. Belgium didn’t need to play their best football — you stupid Americanos actually gifted them four goals through basic defensive mistakes…. What’d you say fuckhead, NO? You stupid Americanos can press and pass nicely against weaker sides, but this match showed YOUR same old problems: no pace at the back, fragile transitions, and a system that falls apart the second an elite counter-attacking team punishes it and if you ain’t “AIMING” to be ELITE, why fuckin practice? What is the fuckin point bitch I ask you? Hosting the World Cup and exiting in the Round of 16 like this? Painful, predictable, and fixable only with real defensive upgrades and tactical pragmatism but you dumb fucks shit your pants without having toilet paper on hand to wipe your filthy asses… Never be CAUGHT FUCKIN DEAD without having a plan… Good Riddance USA and better luck next time — as ya’ll beseech over THREE THOUSAND GODS TODAY IN USA who can’t help you win in Soccer cause you’z a MISGUIDED THEOLOGY SUCKER! Hey, I gottuh hit’chuh all here cause there ain’t nothin’ off limits in my satire so my direct question to all you cocksucker fuckheads is the following; “Are all your God’s FICTIONAL like the bullshit ya’ll believe cause mine is the only LIVING TRUE GOD…” #LOL #LFAO Stateless Warrior! ]]> Tue, 07 Jul 2026 14:36:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1289/good-riddance-team-usa/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1233/good-riddance-spencer-pratt/
Another spray-tanned Trump Mini-Bastard Clone disaster! The human equivalent of a participation trophy that somehow got entered into the Olympics and face-planted on national television for two straight decades.. Go figure that one, lol! As the dust settles on your latest spectacular flameout—this time in the Los Angeles mayoral race, where you got absolutely bodied like a crystal salesman at a physics convention—it’s time to wave a glittery, bedazzled goodbye to one of reality TV’s most committed professional losers. Good riddance, you walking cautionary tale. May your U-Haul be packed with nothing but expired crystals and regret. The Man, The Myth, The Meltdown Machine, and YES; “Spencer Bratt is all of the above and then some! For those blessed souls who somehow avoided the cultural sewer that was The Hills, Spencer Pratt was the guy who showed up as Heidi Montag’s boyfriend and immediately set about proving that “villain” was less a character choice and more a cry for help from a man with the emotional maturity of a raccoon in a trash can. He didn’t just play the heel—he became it, like a method actor who forgot to break character because there was no character, just pure, unfiltered dumb reality TV bastard named Spencer… Remember when he gave the same flowers to two different girls? Classic Spencer: too dumb to even cheat efficiently. Or the time he dramatically threw Heidi out of his car and peeled away like he was in a Fast & Furious audition for the “Least Coordinated Driver” role. Speidi, they called you! More like Speedy Delivery of Bad Decisions! He leaked (or didn’t leak, or kinda leaked, depending on which memoir chapter he’s gaslighting us with this week) rumors of a Lauren Conrad sex tape to Perez Hilton. Because nothing says “master strategist” like trying to destroy your girlfriend’s friend’s reputation on a gossip blog while pretending it’s all “Frankenbiting” and evil producers. Buddy, the editors didn’t need to Frankenstein you. You were already a monster made of hairspray and daddy issues…. Jungle Meltdown and Other Greatest Hits; Then there was I’m a Celebrity… Get Me Out of Here!, where Spencer had a full psychotic break because someone touched Heidi’s dry shampoo labels. In the Costa Rican jungle. During a survival show. This is a man who once had access to millions and chose to lose his mind over hair product tampering. Iconic! The kind of unhinged energy that makes you wonder if the real jungle was the one between his ears and that begs the question, how many gators and venomous snakes in that Jungle… He and Heidi blew through a reported $10 million reality TV fortune…. Poof! Gone… What do you do after that? Move in with your parents, of course, like the world’s most overconfident 40-something man-child. They even did extreme plastic surgery content—Heidi going under the knife at 23 for a new face that launched a thousand concerned mother episodes. Spencer stood by like a proud coach at the “How to Ruin Your Natural Beauty for Clout” Olympics… Post-Hills Hustles: All Flops, No W’s; The post-Hills era was a masterclass in desperate reinvention. Rap career? Check—drop a track called “I’m a Celebrity” like anyone asked. Crystal-selling empire? Sure, because when your finances are in the toilet, the solution is obviously overpriced rocks with “vibes.” Cameos on every D-list reality show: Celebrity Big Brother, Marriage Boot Camp, The Hills: New Beginnings (the reboot where everyone pretended they weren’t still chasing relevance). He even bragged about secretly producing his own villain arc. Congrats, Spence—you masterminded your own irrelevance…. Mayoral race was an attempt to be relevant again but there were no suckers buying this time… And then, the cherry on this shit sundae: running for Mayor of Los Angeles after your house burned down in the Palisades fire. Bold strategy, Cotton! Blame everyone, post fiery Instagram rants, surge in polls among people who thought “The Hills guy” was a policy expert, then crash out in the primary like every other half-baked celebrity vanity project. Third place? Couldn’t even make the runoff! The city looked at you—the guy who once freaked out over shampoo—and said, “Hard pass!” Still the Same Dumbass: Here’s the cruelest part, folks: Spencer hasn’t changed… Not one bit! He’s the same guy who thought leaking gossip would make him a power player…. The same guy who turned personal relationships into plot points for MTV bonuses. The same delusional king of bad decisions who, after losing everything (again), decided the logical next step was leading America’s second-largest city, but who needs a complete looser to lead them AWAY from Victory! You didn’t evolve, Spencer… You just got older, wrote a memoir called “The Guy You Loved to Hate” (because even your book title admits you’re punchable), and kept swinging for relevance like a washed-up boxer shadowboxing in front of a Funhouse mirror…. Reality TV didn’t ruin you…. You were always going to be this! A perpetual loser cosplaying as a mastermind. A cautionary tale in Ed Hardy shirts. A man who peaked at being hated by teenagers in 2007 and has spent the rest of his life trying (and failing) to recapture that sweet, sweet hatred… So good riddance, Spencer Pratt. Pack up the crystals, load the U-Haul (Jimmy Kimmel’s probably still got one decorated for you), and go bother someone else with your midlife crisis. The rest of us will be here, laughing our asses off at the dumbass who never learned…. Life is a LEARNING PROCESS and the day you STOP LEARNING you become an idiot like Spencer Pratt, a FAILED MAYORAL CANDIDATE who weaponized Ai to make sitting Mayor Bass look like a Circus Cliwn and now the Joke is on the real Joker, Spencer Bratt! Loser forever… “Hollywood’s Icon of failure!” Thank you for the entertainment dumbass—and for finally, mercifully, exiting stage left…. Don’t let the trailer door hit you on the way out — you lame bitch! Stateless Warrior ]]> Fri, 12 Jun 2026 16:21:03 CDT https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1233/good-riddance-spencer-pratt/ https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1061/sheriff-celebrates-renee-whacking/
American enemy g-fag whacked our American enemy citizen hoe’ that the chanted her name to CELEBRATE! Fuck Democratic Party stalker fags and cubts of USA, WHOA! ]]> Tue, 13 Jan 2026 20:33:03 CST https://www.myvideotime.com/video/1061/sheriff-celebrates-renee-whacking/