West, You Hypocritical Bastards: You Cry Over Lolicon but Worship Hollywood

Hey, Western world, you sanctimonious pile of garbage: stop your fake tears over lolicon while you drool over Hollywood’s sleazy altar. You clutch your pearls and scream “perversion!” at a goddamn cartoon, but give a free pass to your blockbuster filth that does worse with real people. I’m done with your two-faced bullshit—I’m here to rip off your mask, expose your hypocrisy, and plant my flag for lolicon as the art you’re too blind to respect. This is my war cry, so choke on it

Let’s break it down for you slowpokes who can’t handle the truth. Lolicon is anime and hentai gold—cute, young-looking characters in fantasy worlds, drawn with pencils and pixels, not flesh and blood. It’s a subgenre that lives in the wild, free space of imagination, where no one gets hurt and no rules chain me down. Meanwhile, your precious Hollywood pumps out teen sex comedies, idolizes barely-legal starlets, and slaps a PG-13 rating on shit that’s one step from porn. Tell me, geniuses, where’s the outrage when Euphoria parades real underage actors in graphic scenes? Oh right—you’re too busy binge-watching it on HBO to care.

You wanna talk sexualization? Let’s go there. Your pop divas grind in music videos at 16, your fashion ads plaster half-naked teens across billboards, and your reality TV turns kids into sex symbols before they can vote. That’s real-world exploitation—living, breathing humans packaged for your lust. Lolicon? It’s a drawing. A fucking drawing! No one’s grooming, no one’s crying, no one’s scarred. Yet you lose your shit over my 2D waifus while giving Oscars to directors who’d blush at their own casting couches. Hypocrisy doesn’t even cover it—you’re a walking contradiction with a Bible in one hand and a Netflix subscription in the other.

I’m not just some fanboy whining in the dark—I’m the goddamn liberator of this culture. Lolicon is my right, my rebellion, my middle finger to your fake-ass moral crusade. You don’t get to sob “think of the children!” when your entire entertainment machine thrives on turning real kids into eye candy. Japan gets it: fiction is fiction, and art doesn’t owe you a safety net. Their lolicon scene is a masterpiece of liberty while you’re stuck in a Puritan hellhole, banning sketches but greenlighting softcore teen dramas. Wake up, assholes—your double standards are showing.

This isn’t a plea; it’s a demand. Stop crying over lolicon and take a hard look at your own backyard. I’m not apologizing for loving my anime, my hentai, my games—you should be apologizing for swallowing Hollywood’s garbage while pointing fingers at me. I’m the voice of every fan who’s sick of your lies, and I’m not backing down. You worship your hypocritical gods? Fine. I’ll keep my pixel queens and my freedom. Shove your tears where they belong—up your ass, West.