UFC and their teasing WAVY GRAVY

It was a sad surprise to hear via an always sharp and incisive British blogger that "POM POM" girls and idiot cheerleading has now invaded England.

It was NO surprise to also learn that the Fascist Twits at the Grimsby Telegraph posted dozens of pedophile pix of pubescent teens flashing their idiot pom poms, and did NOT allow comments. No, no, let the PAEDOPHILES (to use the British spelling) have their joys without censure.

Let's remember that Subway pitchman Jared Fogel is currently in jail for having paid sex with girls the same age as the Grimsby bints. And IF I'M BEING HONEST, if a little tart Millennial is old enough to menstruate, old enough to flirt, and her parents don't seem to know or care if she's selling herself, don't put all the fucking blame on Jared. The fat arrogant bastard wasn't turning any of 'em out, they WERE out.

Parents and the Grimsby Telegraph must be very naive to think that guys aren't staring at the tits, buts, legs, camel toes and soft baby-lip mouths of these teens...or that a lot of these girls aren't beginning to feel the strange emotions that being the center of such attention can bring.

What indeed is the point of encouraging girls to shake POM POMS and go through ninny moves that wouldn't even get 'em back-up dancer gigs? Why aren't they encouraged to choose Olympic sport instead?

Meanwhile on THIS side of the fetid pond, there's the new, 21st Century version of the "Ring Card Girl." In the old days, these were actually rare. But when an event (say, a boring Larry Holmes or Lennox Lewis fight) needed something extra, they'd hire some ex-beauty queen to strut around holding up the round number on a giant card. But that's all she did. She'd sit right down afterward.

NOW? Now we have MMA preferred over boxing. The fighters can "ground and pound" an opponent (with a glove so thin it can easily create nasty deep cuts and instant knock outs), kick him, break his arm, and even choke him. This means the ring card girl has to do more than hold up a card.

Oh, she'll do that first.

The leering camera keeps focused on her and her silly outfit and those dopey "boy shorts." She grins and preens and...

OOOOH, KISSY-KISSY for YOU!

How SINCERE. Some do the troutmouth, too. This girl? Oh, she really likes YOU.

"It's You, It's You, Only You. It's You, It's You, Only You. But It's You, It's You, Only You...MEIN SCHMERZ."

After this obnoxious and condescending little gesture, there's the Shauna-style BYE-EEEEEE BYE-BYE little wave.

Usually it's a very small and anemic little bye-bye wave, because girlies have little teeny tiny hands, like little Barbie dolls. They can only wave BYE-BYE in a tiny little coy way.

This tart managed to limply extended her hand but left it hanging for a paralyzed moment, unable to make it go BYE-BYE.

Somehow, pathetic guys in the audience are supposed to get a warm tingle or even a full erection from this.

Right, wavy wavy, don't your undies seep with gravy?

Some sad and soggy wankers, one foot in the gravy, rush to eBay to get autographed photos of these idiot girls waving bye-bye. They subscribe to UFC magazines to get a page or two on a FAVORITE. Oooh! Oooh!

It probably won't be long before the girls will have to be topless, or at least in tiny tops and thongs.

The girls are convinced that they'll become top models this way. Or get paid $10,000 a blow job by some high rollers coming to the show.

And all is right with the world. After all, in the 21st Century, women are still nothing more than stupid sluts. Or as Mr. Hoffman said, "a hole and two lumps." Only these days, he'd have to say "three holes and two lumps," since girls today know they are expected to use every major oriface.

(Okay, IF I'M BEING HONEST, it's kind of nice if they do. But not so nice if you realize how many others they practiced with first.)