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The other day we share this blog, which called out every single moron who shared aspiring actress and active SJW Jamie Davenport’s Facebook post about an alleged racial incident that occurred while riding on the Boston T. Here’s here original post if you haven’t seen it:

That story gets more hilarious every time I read it. The only people who believe she is telling the truth are people who WANT to believe it. People who are LOOKING for a cause to fight for. But since they can’t find an actual incident involving racism and police brutality in Boston, they picked this one.

The MBTA superintendent looked into the matter and found out that Jamie Davenport was embellishing the entire story. Indeed something did happen, but it was resolved quickly and the details were all a huge lie:

Sullivan said preliminary findings show the officers asked a “disorderly group of young people” to exit the train and board the next one, which they did without incident.

“There was another young male, who was seated in close proximity to the group, who was also asked to exit the train,” Sullivan said. “Once off of the train, this male explained he was NOT with and/or associated with the group. This was confirmed by the larger group as well as an independent passenger. At this point the young male was allowed back on the train and continued about his business.”

Unfortunately the person they hitched their wagon to is a professional drama queen. Check out Jamie Davenport’s blog. You’ll notice that freaking out over everything and writing about is just what she does for a living. For instance, she shared a passionate story about how cool her parents were for dealing with her constant theatrics:

They did not shame me when I thought I was pregnant at 15. They did not hate me when I dated an anarchist with a lifted, lime green, Chevy Blazer all through high school. They did not judge me when I dropped out of college so that I could be near my 25-year-old boyfriend. They did not kill me when I got back together with said boyfriend after he returned from rehab. They did not waiver. Even at my darkest they always brought me back to my original form. Untouched. Pure. They made me know that I was smart and spectacular. They made me believe that I was worthy even when others tried to convince me I was not. They reminded me that their love was infinite. They said, “Go to the $57,000-a-year Acting school. We believe in you.” And so, I went.

So just to review. She thought she was pregnant at 15. She is attracted to and dates anarchists. She dropped out of college to be with her 25 year old boyfriend, who was a drug addict. Then she wanted to enroll in a $57,000 a year acting school. And all the while her parents supported her and told her she was doing great!!!

That story represents everything that is wrong with modern day social justice warriors. They were all raised by hippie parents who were too lazy to discipline their kids and give them actual good advice. They told them to “follow their hearts,” knowing full well that their wonderchild was not capable of making smart decisions. And worst of all they wrote her a blank check for her idiocy.

What this girl really needed was to hit rock bottom. To fall flat on her ass so she knows what failure feels like. It would motivate her to work harder instead of pursuing a career in “acting,” which will ultimately make her unemployable. You wanna drop out of college to chase a drug addict? Cool. You’re on your own now.

The rest of her blog post is written in pretty much the exact same style as her post about the black kid on the train. It chronicles a traumatic night at a party in which she got wasted and hit on by an aggressive ex who clearly had too much to drink:

When the lights started blurring and my throat was getting incredibly dry I decided to excuse myself from dancing and go to the bathroom. I remember looking at my face in the mirror and feeling as if I had 4 ears, but being pleasantly surprised to see that my rum glow had subsided. The door began to shake.

 “One minute!”

The door began to shake harder.

“I’ll be out in a second!”  

The door swung open 

“Fuck, I thought I locked it.”

It was Quinn/Skylar/River. 

“Hey! How are you!” I screamed. 

I am an incredibly friendly drunk.

He smiled and laughed. 

“I’m good. I’m good.”

He shut the door.

“Oh, don’t worry I was just about to leave.” I said.

He locked the door. 

“What are you doing?” I asked.

The next few moments were a blur of confusion. He placed his body in front of the door. And I thought the worst. I thought that I was finally going to become the drunk college girl statistic everyone told me I was destined to be. But he didn’t touch me. He put his body against the door and smiled. He told me he saw me kissing Charlie/Timmy/Austin. He told me he was under the impression I liked him. He insisted I tell him the reasons I did not like him. He smiled. He kept smiling. “Can I please leave?” I asked. He did not let me. He kept talking at me.  Leaning in closer and closer with each word. His once charming smile became distorted under the blinking, fluorescent light. The room was growing incredibly warm. I suddenly became overwhelmed by how disgusting it was. There was black hair scattered all over the sink. The tiles were a sickly, off white color. It smelled like a mixture of bleach and vomit. I remember trying to grab the door handle, but with each attempt he blocked it. “I need to leave.” I said with stern authority.  

“Alright. Thanks for the talk.” He said.

As if were mutual.

As if I had invited him in there.

He hugged me- tight.

I left.

I found Charlie/Timmy/Austin and  I told him about what happened. “Quinn/Skylar/River is a good guy! He probably just likes you.”

 A good guy.

I thought about the time I kicked Stephen McCulloch in the balls. He was following me around on the playground, telling me that he loved me, and trying to touch me. He wouldn’t leave me alone. So I kicked him. I remember watching him fall to the ground clutching his crotch and my teacher running over to evaluate the scene. I was pretty much caught red footed. She would later tell my parents. “Stephen is a good kid. He probably just likes her.”

So to sum it up, a guy she used to date was jealous that she was dating someone else. So he allegedly walked in on her in the bathroom and locked the door for a drunken chat about his feelings. She wanted nothing to do with it, told him so, and eventually left the bathroom.

How did she ever survive this dramatic event? This poor white suburban snowflake is damaged goods at this point.

First of all, if this really happened as she claims, then the guy’s an asshole and probably never gets laid. Anyone who would obsess over this person is pretty desperate to begin with:

But the point here is that Jamie Davenport is an overly dramatic human being who likes to write things on the Internet that villify white guys. That’s what she did with her story about the T – she blamed the “white” MBTA cop. Except we spoke with several people with direct knowledge of this incident, and as it turns out the three MBTA cops who responded to the scene were not white. Oops!!

Oh yea, and she also penned this poem entitled, “I Hate the USA Today”:

“The American Dream” is not what she apparently was promised. In other words, she should be able to drop out of school, date a drug dealer, and then go to a $57,000 a year acting school, and be guaranteed a house in the suburbs. But since she has not achieved this American Dream it therefore does not exist.

Did an incident happen on the T? Yup. A group of African-American teenagers were acting a fool and were asked to leave the train. They mouthed off to her so the conductor called the cops. Then they asked the other black teen on the train to go with them. He simply explained that he was not part of the group, the rowdy teens confirmed his story, and he got back on the train.

Jamie Davenport did not stand up and scream. The 12 year old girl did not start murmuring about black lives matter. The teenagers were not in fear of being shot for being loud on the T, and they certainly didn’t discuss their plan for when the cops inevitably opened fire. The teenagers got on the next train and the lone black kid got back on his train. Then the white hero SJW went over to the black kid and told him that he was the victim of racism, when he clearly was not. The 16 year old boy did not lecture the white SJW about trasngender rights. And everyone went home happily ever after except for the overly dramatic white girl who was scarred for life by this non-event. The end. 

I know this because I’ve been in this exact same situation before many times. As a drunk white college student with a backwards hat at UMass, the Amherst PD has hassled me while walking to a friends house in Pufton Village after they just broke up a party that I was not at. Is it because they were racist against white guys with backwards hats? Nope. It’s because I fit the profile of a UMass drunkard. But instead of whining about being hassled I just turned around, jumped a fence, and took the long way to the place I was going to. I didn’t whine and cry about it like Jamie Davenport did, because my parents didn’t raise me to be a whiny little turdlinger. 

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