Saturday, September 11, 2010

9-11

what follows is mostly just a tirade written in a fit of rage and should be skipped... but I mean every word of it.

… these are my thoughts regarding the 9-11 legacy that we have inherited...

Why is it that suddenly the entire world is bowing and scraping to keep the muslim (purposely NOT capitalized here or ever) population happy? No one cares what a Buddhist considers sacrilege or offensive or a Jew, a Hindu, a Christian or a Catholic. In 1987 Andres Seranno showed a piece of "art" which won an award in the Southeastern Center for contemporary Art's. A center sponsored by the National Endowment for the Arts. The piece was called the "Piss Christ" Can you guess why? His work was a Crucifix suspended in an aquarium and filled with the "artist's" own urine. Can you imagine the Total World Wide Storm of Absolute islamic insanity that would befall us all, and by all I mean the entire planet, if someone entered a piece of "art" in a nationally sponsored gallery /competition and won an award with a piece of 'art' titled the "Piss Koran"? A stack or Korans or a bowl Koran ashes in an aquarium filled with Pigs Urine. Ho…lleeee…smokes that would be World War Three. Surely you all recall the Storm of islamic violence that gripped the world when a Danish newspaper had the nerve, the unmitigated GALL, to exercise their right to a free press and freedom of expression and printed a satiric political cartoon depicting mohamad with a bomb in his turban. Can you imagine the total melt down the world would experience if "Piss Koran" were to be shown or even discussed publicly? This makes me wonder just how far this little blog effort of mine goes. I guess I will find out if my house burns down with me in it some time soon.

Now some goofy priest/pastor, in some small town 20 miles east of nowhere Florida, is staging a protest Koran Burning to commemorate the events of 9-11. It seems that the whole world is telling this Pastor to cool it or you will upset the muslims. Even the General in command of the American fighting forces in Afghanistan is asking him to not have this protest because it will likely put his soldiers at higher risk. I don't recall any thing like this from World War Two… oh oh don't make fun of the Germans they might invade yet another country… oh oh don't anger the Japanese they might bomb something… again. I don't recall this happening during the Vietnam War.

Quite frankly I believe if the entire muslim population staged a bible burning, American flag burning, George Bush effigy burning (because we all KNOW they aren't going to burn an Obama effigy) no Christian, Catholic, Buddhist, Hindu, Jew or Civilized person would have a psychedelic freak out. I don't recall there being any huge world wide out cry condemning the muslim population when muslims killed, then dragged the bloody, charred, beheaded corpses behind horses through the streets of falluja. Then hung the corpses from a bridge and the entire muslim population spilled out into the streets and celebrated, just as they did on September 11th. Can you imagine what would happen if this had occurred in America. I can't even begin to imagine the WORLD Wide outrage that would directed at the US. Every American citizen would be unwelcome anywhere, including I imagine Antarctica. Embassies would be closed. Multinationa corporations would sell off stock and, and, and. But the muslims, iraq, iran syeria, saudi arabia, egypt… nothing, not a word, just reporters delivering the news and the Civilized world watched on and the muslims partied on. A group of muslims could stage a bible burning, heck they could burn down a printing plant where they produced bibles and they could fill that plant with people, children, school girls reading those bibles while the building burned to the ground and nothing of any import would happen any where in the civilized world absolutely NOTHING would change. The Civilized world would just wring our hands and wonder what have we done now to upset them so? Because we all know this is entirely our fault some how. We must open our arms to the muslim and embrace there differences and make them feel welcome in the world just like we did with the… oh wait there has never been this much political correctness and tolerance bestowed on any group at any time in the whole world, ever, in the history of ever.

If a political cartoon is all it takes to so sufficiently inflame the muslim population as to incur their wrath and have them throwing riots and burn buildings and people and generally creating and threatening chaos across the globe then this population needs to be dealt with differently. Simply trying to not anger them is NOT working, simply breathing enrages them. muslims will get more and more sensitive and they will demand more and more consideration for their beliefs which their imams will twist tighter and tighter until we must all be muslims or be killed. This is not some parinoid dilusion of mine and mine alone, this is happening in Countries across Europe; Denmark, Switzerland, France, and Britain. And even if we all did manage to observe muslim culture; eat their food, pray at the appropriate times, on officially approved rugs, using the correct words, facing in the correct direction, dress in the appropriately all covering costumes,wearing correct turbans we will never be able to keep up with the increasingly militant adherence to their culture and only the most extreme muslims will be considered good muslims. ayatollah nasser makkarem shirazi issued a fatwa that was later passed into law banning any advertisements about pets or alluding to the buying, selling or keeping of pets. He was angered by muslims blindly imitating the west by keeping pet dogs. mohamar khadafy called for a jihad against Switzerland because they voted for ban on buildings with minarets. Switzerland has its own distinct culture as does Britain and France and Denmark and they have every right to conserve and protect that culture through what ever means necessary with in their borders. I understand that China is actually considering rewriting its 5000 year old calendar to exclude the years of the Pig. Pretty soon the word Pig will be replaced with the phrase "The P word" much like "The N word" replaced Nigger. In London Piggy Banks, and pig decorations on office workers desks and calendars have been banned for fear of offending muslims. Dearborn Michagan put halal food in its school cafeterias at the insistence of the local muslim population. A kid was arrested and charged with a HATE CRIME because he put a piece of ham on a table where some muslim students were sitting. In Illinois there is a school district considering calling off Christmas holiday celebrations for fear of offending the muslim locals. You think I am being funny? Where does this end? Placating the muslim population capitulating to their demands will gain nothing and is certain to only make things worse. Jews, who have similar feelings about pig and pork products have NEVER EVER being afforded this sort of deferential treatment… ever!!!

There is a war against Christianity in America but there is a guilt induced party being thrown for muslims. 9-11 was our fault so lets at the very first opportunity elect a muslim president. And he has installed two devout Muslims at the head of Homeland security. We can't say "Merry Christmas" any more but let's build a SUPER mosque at Ground zero. Every one knows that the entire world's woes are the fault of every white American person living today. Every white American person should be held accountable for ever evil thing that has ever happened and reparations must be paid.

It's my opinion in this moment of heat and anger that we should have this koran burring and any muslim that lifts his head up off of his prayer rug in protest should be shot and America should have them selves a great big party something akin to the 4th of July with fireworks and Bands and effigy burning and mosque defacing, flag burning, turban burning, lots of political cartoons with mohammad buried up to his nose in pig shit and PIGS, lots of pigs, pigs on parade down every street in America led by naked strippers eating BLT Sandwiches… but we wont because we are the civilized ones here. but I can dream cant I? Oh no the political correctness police will come and take me away to some far away rendition farm in iraq ala 1984 and then maybe I will be at peace.

no I really just want off this dirt ball planet.

Friday, September 10, 2010

spoiler alert

If you like these songs don't read further... Save a horse Ride a CowBoy by Big and Rich, Who's Your Daddy by Toby Keith


So I loves me the country music. Mostly good stories but these two bother me.
So first
Save a Horse... the song is about some cowboy who comes to town to get laid. But his Cowboy reputation gets in the way.

"My Cowboy reputation had me begging for Salvation all night long"... squigly little fiddle bit.
He has to work over time to get this girl into bed.

"I took her out giggin' frogs introduced her to my old bird dog and sung her ever Willey Nelson song I could think of ... and we made love...".

But then as more or less predicted by his cowboy reputation he leaves her and heads back to town to find another girl to woo and dump...

"... and I saddle up my horse and I ride into the city...."




Next "Who's your daddy?" The song is all about some sort "Pimp" kind of a guy and some girl who is down on her luck possibly some sort of coke whore broke and alone because all the college guys have all gone home for the summer and now she is knocking on this guys door for something. It turns out that this something is money for which he is willing to exchange for her honey. I think we all know what is going on here.

Here you come knockin’ on my door baby
Tell me what you got on your mind
I guess those college boys all went home for the summertime
And you’re lookin’ right, lookin’ good, lookin’ like a woman should
So why is it so hard to find
A place to lay your pretty little head down once in a while
You run on a little tough luck baby
Don’t you sweat it
Everything is waiting inside for you
You know I got it
Come and get it

Who’s your daddy, who’s your baby?
Who’s your buddy, who’s your friend?

And who’s the one guy that you come runnin’ to
When your love-life starts tumblin’?
I got the money if you got the honey
Let’s cut a deal let’s make a plan



lets not even talk about "Mack the Knife" by Bobby Darin

Thursday, September 9, 2010

…why

Why is it that there are a seemingly limitless number of Power/Energy drinks? 5 Hour Energy, Red Bull, Monster, Rock Star, AMP… the list goes on and on.

I am now sort of getting hooked on the 5 Hour. I swear you can set your watch by this stuff. I drink a half bottle when I get up at 4 AM and at 9:00 the yawns attack.

So any way why are there so many of these products and none of the Power Nap/Sleep aids? All I can find is the Sleepy Time and the Cozy Chamomile teas. Of course there is the Melatonin too and I have tried this but I don't think it did what I had hoped for. And there is the night time pain relievers and Nitol but these are really just antihistamines with no buffering. What I am looking for is that 2:30 pm feeling that in just one more minute I will die… Yawning till I unhinge my jaw, lie down on this nice comfy concrete floor… streaming tears… brown out brain fade feeling that will usher me off to the land of Nod like being hit by a padded bus. I want to be able to buy some thing called Coma or Blackout or Two Minute Warning (two minutes get your poop in a group) something with a punch not Sleepy Time Tea. I want something with the hitting and staying power of a narcotic. Something that hits like Demerol or Thorazine but doesn't leave you in a coma for a day after. Where is that stuff? Ambien is Great stuff. But you can stay awake with Ambien. I say stay awake. Your body can stay awake and some small portion, the insane portion, of your brain will stay up with it but the rest of your brain, the decision making; good judgment part of your brain, is off to sleepy time city so your body will do or say just about any thing. I loves me the Ambien. Some great things happen when your take Ambien… after you are reminded that they happened of course.

I hope in the not to distant future that Ambien gets moved from the prescription classification to the OTC classification like so many other used to be prescription medications.

dark maters...

(Source image: "Into Tub" by Kathy Slamen)


She pulled the Moet and Chandon from the pretty cabinet. She poured a tall flute full and stepped into the tub. Exhausted and elated she relaxed down into the hot water. The candle’s glow was like the company of good friends. But she knew that there is only one way for more than one person to keep a secret and that's if all but one of those people were to die… she blew out the candles one by one.

(this is the 80 word version)


She pulled the Moet and Chandon from the pretty cabinet. She poured a tall flute full and stepped into the tub. She giggled as she contemplated a MySpace Status change. What would that say? Exhausted and elated she squatted down into the hot water. The hot water nipped at her sexy bits for a bit until she relaxed into it.

She thought back on the events of the night and how wonderfully it had gone. She had always had a thing for Bad Boys but this Bad Boy made her wet, wet to the knees. She had prepared the evening perfectly all the right stuff Rope, Ball Gag, restraints, special sheets, cling film, duct tape. She had wondered if he could be counted on to do his part and oooOOOhhh yesss his Bad Boy nature had not failed her.

She found her self becoming so excited by recalling the events of the evening that she could not help but attend to the feelings which were calling to her from between her thighs and from behind her now achingly hard nipples. She was almost ashamed by these feelings... almost.

She was proud of her accomplishments tonight. More importantly her mentor would be proud. Tomorrow Mr. Morgan would call on her and they would critique her work.

Secretly she wished the Bad Boy could have appreciated her efforts on his behalf... perhaps he had.

Tonight the candle’s glow was like the company of good friends welcoming her home. But she knew that there is only one way for more than one person to keep a secret and that's if all but one of those people were to die… she blew out the candles one by one and now her secret was safe.

(this was how it was intended but more than 80 words)


it’s been proposed…

It has been proposed to me that I developed my sexually depraved nature as a result of or shortly after my divorce. I don't discount this notion but I do believe that I was predisposed to this sort of nature from the beginning.

I attended a prestigious College-prep Boarding School. (not that this did me a great deal of good really) As part of an entrance exam I had to write an essay. I wrote an essay about the series of books written by Xaviera Hollander, her Happy Hooker books. The essay must have been ok in as much as they accepted me.

There are lots of other points that I will drop in now and then under the heading "it's been proposed".

… some random stuff…

Remember this is National Prostate awareness month… it's Rec-tember.

I was at the book store the other day… I was trolling the magazine racks looking for some computer magazines… I saw a title that mystified me. The title "Glutes". I looked inside. This is a magazine directed exclusively towards the development of a larger ass. This brings a whole new level of uncertainty to the question… "Does this make my ass look big?" How do you answer this now? It used to be simple... "Oh No dear not at all"… now it's a 50/50 crap shoot and you know you are screwed, or not as the case may be, if you goof the answer. Please don't get me wrong here... I likes me the Large Ass!

It seems the Loop rope people are reading my blog . They have introduced the wife in to the commercial. And they are tying things up around the house. They are also sponsoring a contest. Send in a picture of your worst use of a Bungee cord and win. The local announcer guy was, I believe, intentionally reading the scrip in such a way to make it sound "dirty" ... and said nearly as much after he was done… commenting on how "dirty" the scrip sounded and how much "trouble" he was going to get in if he didn't stop.

There is a novelty story here in the area that advertises heavily on the radio and they are NOT even a little bit shy about the sexitude of their commercials. I applaud this advertising effort! The commercial goes something like this. Father asks the mother where the back to school list is, he is going to take the kids and handle up on that now. She says it's on a stack on the desk. He picks up a paper and reads from the list.… School Girl Costume, White Panties, hand cuffs, lube… The father clearly knows this isn't "The" list and asks again. Mother tells a story about how much fun back to school shopping was for her when she was a young girl and it brought out her "naughty inner School Girl" and that it was intended to be a surprise for later. Father indicates that he likes where her head is at.

One of my favorite jokes

A crusty old Marine Sergeant Major found himself at a gala event hosted by a local liberal arts college.

There was no shortage of young, idealistic ladies in attendance, one of whom approached the Sergeant Major and asked,

"Excuse me, Sergeant Major, but you seem to be a very serious man. Is something bothering you?"

"Negative, ma'am. Just serious by nature."

The young lady looked at his awards and decorations and said, ''It looks like you have seen a lot of action?''

''Yes, ma'am, a lot of action."

The young lady, tiring of trying to start up a conversation, said, "You know, you should lighten

up a little. Relax and enjoy yourself.

The Sergeant Major just stared at her in his serious manner.

Finally, the young lady said, "You know, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but when was the last time you had sex?"

"1955," he replied.

"Well, there you are. No wonder you're so serious. You really need to chill out! I mean no sex since 1955!"

She took his hand and led him to a private room where she proceeded to 'relax' him several times. Afterwards, panting for breath, she leaned against his bare chest and said, "Wow, you sure didn't forget much since 1955."

The Sergeant Major said in his serious voice, after glancing at his watch, "I hope not; it's only 2130 now."

(Gotta love military time)