Absolute

    Happy Halloween FFF! Your challenge for this Friday, 10-29-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 150-275 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...cold and dead..."

    He sat and pondered the architectural marvel that lay before him. He contemplated the complexity of the endocrine system and the idea of self awareness. How does a living thing transcend living to living with understanding? He admired how artfully her body was crafted. Surely some of God’s finest work. He was High as hell. But that was his normal state of being. He and Freud could have competed for who could snort the most cocaine with out their heart blowing up for days on end. He could in all likelihood snort Freud under the glass top table.

After he finished jacking off he wiped his cock on the cloth covering her face. He fretting momentarily about how he would explain this to his father...yet again. This was the third time this year. He knew there would be some, long winded and rambling lecture about taking care of his property. Then there would be the usual threats of being cut out of the will. And the obligatory “How could you embarrass the family” speak. He shed a tear that his father would likely make him wait a month before he could replace her as some weak attempt at discipline. He didn't understand the big deal. Girls were cheap and easily obtained in Europe. The company just had to acquire one and condition her. What was the big deal? All you needed after that was some heroin to keep her happy, quiet and entertaining.

He would tell his body guard about her body in the morning. There was no need to bother him now. He paused a moment to admired her cold and dead form.

I initially thought that I would use the idea that this was some arab Sheik's son. The room looks sort of ten like and the shroud on her face reminded me of a picture I saw recently of a presumably arab woman who had thrown open her burqa to expose a remarkably beautiful woman while still wearing the full head and face gear.

Any one who has read much of my crap knows my feelings surrounding muslims and arabs So I thought I would spare you the whipping of all that.

Also I didn't think I wanted to do this in as much as my last story was all about death and dieing. I wanted to get away from that lest you all think that i am some morbid closet serial killer/cannibal who kills and eats hookers. sort of gives a new meaning to the phrase going to "eat you out" never mind that. So but instead of arabs I went with the ballisticly rich New Yorker type, With Penthouse suites in all the best buildings all over the city. Who are either above the law or can afford to buy it off. The title is supposed to carry the tonality of "Absolute power corrupts absolutely"

I was thinking about her side of the story but she was kidnapped in Europe soaked in heroine and "trained" top be a sex toy for a living... not much there... just horribleness. And besides last week the women didn't give a rats ass about the guy this weeks the guy was a soulless bastard. It all evens out.

Spam

    Holly Smokes I got my first Spam comment! From a brothel in England it looks like. What does this mean? Have I made the big time or is this just the Big flashing L on my forehead?

The Weekend Part Deaux

    Holly smokes I thought the weekend was brutal... this morning starting at 6:00 it only got worse.

You may notice that this time I am typing before the booze is delivered to my system..., almost I can feel it creeping outward from my chest... time to go now before bad things happen.

The Weekend

I had a crap weekend and I have recently had a bit to drink. I happened to sit down in front of the TV to calm my nerves and CSI was on. I haven't watched the CSI in years and what do you think I saw.. a freaking rerun. THE Freakin' show that I was thinking about when I sat down. What are the odd of that... hick urp.. ahhhhhhh.

Breasts... more

    I know I post loads about breasts but... well... I am fascinated by them.
So I wonder what it must be like to be in possession of a nice pare of breasts. As the cliche goes many women sporting a nice pair are seemingly irritated by them. These women seemingly always have to tell guys they're talking to to not stare at their breasts. What must that be like to go to a party where in your breasts are more popular than you are. Guys will treat you nice, buy you drinks and things to get a look/feel at/of your breasts.
Breasts are right out there, sort of un-hideable. They are the most public of private parts. Some Men will judge the desirableness of a woman based on size and shape of her breasts. In general that is a bad thing objectification and all. But when you don't know that she is smart and funny what else do you know about her other than what she looks like and well guys size up a woman by her secondary sex traits... breasts, hips, butt tertiary traits, hair, teeth leg length... the list goes on and becomes increasingly finely pointed.
In general average guys don't have this sort of thing working for/against for them. Guys who's lifestyle involves spending enough time in the gym to build their bodies to sport the big Guns are unusual well depending on where you live I suppose. Its tough to tell what's in their wallet just by looking. In general cocks are not so huge as to be remarkably visible unless they are built like a Palomino; again unusual. Perhaps evolution will eventually help that along. As a matter of fact it really already has. The ratio of body size to penis size homo-sapiens have the largest penis of all mammals, but I digress.

    Is it sort of cool to have great breasts because you are great by association? And if this is true the converse must also be true... how sad.
Another thing about breasts that sort of follows that line of thinking... they are sort of parasitic hangers on. In general they are used very infrequently for their intended purpose. In America typically 2.3 times at about 6 to 9 months at a time. But what I am getting at here is that you have relatively little control over them or their appearance, and yet they can affect not only your appearance but your standing in the community dramatically. You cant work them out to be bigger You cant hold them up out of your armpit when you lay down on your back. You cant do much to change them except for the "nuclear" surgical option.There are the pills, creams and vacuum bell-jars that promise to make them larger and/or firmer but the jury is way out on those options. The other option is to put them in a properly fitting brassiere, which by all accounts can be tough to find and frequently not very comfortable, especially for women blessed/cursed with larger than average breasts. The heart ache from ridicule when your breasts are substandardly sized can really wreck a woman's self confidence, confidence in general and her feeling of self worth and sexuality. For something that has so much control over a woman its a shame she has so little real control over them, aside from the myriad of braziers designed to enhance or minimize their appearance or the nuclear option surgery.

Red Alert

    I don't know who reads this that is old enough to recall the Jetson's cartoon with any clarity. Maybe its not age that gives clarity... never mind that tangent.
    This weekend I set about to do a couple things with my computers. HOLLY F-ing CRAP I am still not done. It really feels like some how the computers have had a conference and decided that they needed to show me who was boss around here. And they have done a fine job of that. I wound up formatting my two laptops then trying to reinstall Winblows I cant even recall how many times before I finally got them all installed and they are not really all installed there are three files missing from one of the installs. I have to find that install and...

Man what a boring bit of drivel this is so but I had a right miserable weekend beating my head bloody against the tech wall.

but you have no idea what I have been through to get to post this crappy little bit of nonsense.

Oh yes the Red Alert thing references an episode of the Jetson's t where George badmouths a robot. The robot is pretty put out by it and his friends gang up against George in retaliation until George apologizes to the offended robot.

Snapped

    Your challenge for this Friday, 10-22-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 100-300 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...a sneer curled her lip..."

(A) He turned a walked away unaware of the situation developing behind him. He had been talking heatedly for several minutes. To tell the truth she had no idea what he had been saying really, she was there for an altogether different purpose now. He continued yammering, work load, constituents, Joint Chiefs yada yada yada. Her ears pricked when she herd the words blow-job, pussy, cock then it all faded back to blah blah blah. She had just about had enough when he turned to her and looked her in the eye and said “So what to you think?” She was sort of caught off guard because she had not been listening. She had been wondering if the 8 inch sound suppressor would keep the woman in the next suite from hearing. She was calculating the appropriate shot trajectory and spatter pattern on the wall needed to create the desired crime scene effect. He was staring at her waiting for a response. A sneer curled her lip. She let her silk robe slide slowly down her body exposing her magnificent heavy breasts. Her nipples we so hard they nearly cut slits in the silk as it fell. Her occupation excited her so. His jaw fell open at the sight of her naked form or was it the FNP-45 she was leveling at his forehead.

Baclank his Harvard education now decorated the wall behind him. She gathered her things wiped down her wineglass and slipped quietly out the door.

(B) A woman impatiently waits in her hotel suite pacing back and forth in front of the window 40 stories up. For a moment she allows her self to admire the view… then her focus returns. She has endured several hours of listening to the screams and moans of his and her pleasures from the next suite. She briefly tortured her self wondering what this other woman knew that she did not. She wondered what this other woman looked like undressed. Why was she worth $5000 for the night to him? The two women never met, never even spoken on the phone. She didn’t even know if this woman’s voice was sexy, sexier than her own. The only communication they had was by currier.

She had been patient before and before… years of waiting for him to get home knowing that, like tonight, he was with another woman. Tonight however was different. Tonight she wasn’t waiting for him to come home.

The sex sounds had stopped and now there was talking, loud talking, his voice only though. She leaned forward to the edge of her seat straining to hear…to here it. The talk seemed heated but it could very easily have been excited. Suddenly she was aware that the room was silent. How long had it been quiet? Had she missed it? The silence was punctuated by a heavy thud. She had not missed it.

A sneer curled her lip then slowly spread into a broad satisfied smile. Slowly she stood she sipped the last of her Champagne. She carefully wiped the glass and the bottle of all traces of her presence. She turned, retrieved her gloves from her purse and slipped them on. Finally she pulled the hood of her heavy fur coat over her head and silently left the room.

I don't really know where the notion of murder for hire came from but I will say this, my Sweety's DVR is set to record some stuff on the Oxygen channel. How ever when some is home and sits to watch some thing what is on live at the time is a show called Snapped. Have you seen this show? It's about women mostly that kill. They kill their lovers husbands boy friends bosses. The show revolves around the arrest and the trials of these women. Sweety has always be in interested in the law but this worries me. I fear that she may be taking notes on where these other women went wrong.

Initialy I wanted her to be toting a 44 Automag but that is a Big loud gun. With a sound suppressor on it this gun would have been nearly a foot and a half long... too long for a naked woman in a silk robe to conceal. the FNP-45 is a shorter tactical handgun and comes from the factory with a threaded barrel for sound suppressors. So that made more sense.

This woman looked to be leaning there both board and busy contemplating something very serious or sporting the biggest booboo pouty lip I have ever seen... No more blowjobs till I get a bigger diamond than your wife! She also looked like she had a slender chest with large breasts and could easily hold a gun under those breasts and not be noticed until it was too late.

I worked really hard on a way for him to be standing some how away from her looking at her and cumming or just about to when she shot him. I wanted to include this... his body hit the floor full length with a very dull thud. His cock was still throbbing. Then suddenly a long milky arc spewed from the head of his cock... his last orgasm reached posthumously. Impressive she noted, silently to her self, for a guy who is both dead and had already cum twice time in the last two hours... good distance that one Tex.

Sexting

    I would have been a horrible sexter. I would have been crazy for this. I would have been sexting all the time, except that I hate those tiny little key boards and even worse using the numeric key pads to write things. But I would have been crazy even so. I would have had the most in shape thumbs ever. I guess I was fortunate in that regard that I missed the smart enough phone to sext on that is not to say that I didn't do my share of the sexy emails. I Never had a cell phone camera sufficient to send sexy pictures though and taking a truly sexy pictures with a cell phone camera is tough in the best of conditions. It is no wonder that more and more people are getting addicted to sex and porn. Technology makes it oh so very easy and private... right there in your right hand after you have wiped all the goop off.

    I wonder though does it make sex better or does it make sex a let down. On the one hand it would allow for foreplay to last all day long so that when you finally get together you just rip each others clothing off. I like that idea plenty. On the other hand it makes it so ubiquitous that it would get boring after a couple weeks unless you got more and more kinky which ultimately leads to... well it takes you away from the true nature of sex which is supposed to be love. If your focus becomes sex and more kinky sex love can get lost.

    Oh yea what brought all this up... Apple got a patent on a sex filter. I personaly dont think it has a chance. Kids will adopt a new slang to circumvent the filter faster than the filterers can keep up. Sort of like the ebonics and Rap languages were adopted to be able to speak freely in prison and not have the guards understand that you were planning a shanking in the showers after dinner.

I have noticed

    I have noticed lately that my bloggy stuff has changed as of late. Where as in months gone by most of my blogs were of a internal personal nature and typically about unhappy sex related stuff. They have now, with the exception of the FFF thing, become more external and less personal.
I wonder if that means that I have turned a corner regarding my issues with sex and addictions and other would be inappropriate things on the internet. I hope so. I feel that this could very well be he case. I know that I don't experience intrusive thoughts about sex during the day. My thoughts are more or less work and living related not sex related. I used to experience very intrusive thoughts about sex and porn all through the day, now not so much.
    I have the occasional flare up to be sure, but they don't last very long and are much lower intensities than before.
    At once I am happy for that and miss the thoughts as well. I suppose that is sort of akin to how a kidnapping victim might feel after their release.

Sex Sells

    I read recently that there was a study preformed on shoppers. It seems that shoppers get the same sort of "high" as they might in sex when they get a great deal.

    I don't know about that really but it makes me wonder if years of social conditioning hasn't contributed to this phenomenon somehow. Decades of selling with sex or so closely associating purchases with sex might have really collectively goofed out heads with regards to shopping.

I wonder…

    I wonder that deer and other wild life animals must feel about Field and Stream magazine the way I feel about this magazine. Apparently there are articles in this magazine that tell how to spesifically kill Americans and how to cause the most terror. Oh goodie

Words

    I think I might have a new word... Mouseturbation. I looked it up at Urban Dictionary and it was there but a different use something about clicking on the mouse so fast and furiously that the sound it might be confused for masturbation.

    I thought the more proper use was while trolling porn sites using a mouse to navigate from site to site, picture to picture and video to video...

banned for life

    A British teenager was banned from visiting America for life for sending Obama an obscene email.

    This really makes me wonder what would happen to me if they found out how I feel about the man.

    I guess by this you can all deduce what I feel about Obama.
But I would have to add that it's not just Obama its nearly all of the Washington elite. Congress 'persons' (cant call them congressmen any more that's not politically correct) Senators the lot are as crooked as we they define crooked anything else is a laser straight line when compared.

    I was noticing something interesting about this headline though as I was dredging up on the google.
Several of the first noted news carrying organization webpages/sites were from India, Thailand. Arguably heavily Muslim populations.


    Just an observation

OH Fuck

    I just found this thing in the blog dashboard STATS. It shows statistics about those who visit this blog. It seems that some people in Arabic nations have been reading. Having said that if expect a Fatwa to be called down on my head any day now given my feelings regarding the Muslim religion. You can read general about my feelings here.

The United Arab Emirates
Saudi Arabia
Bangladesh
The Netherlands

Publish Post

    I wonder how people in those regions of the world came to read my rantings. I still don't know an awful lot about this blogging thing as it relates to the real world, perhaps I aught be more careful.
I would love to hear from the muslim people. Perhaps they might show me some other side of the muslim religion. I would very much like the opportunity to "dialogue" with a muslim individual about today's world environment and how muslims are perceived and how they are "assimilating" into other nations and adopting the other cultures of the nations they inhabit.

    Holly smokes I just found a page under the STATS page that lists the searches that got people to this blog... one of the search phrases is "Japanese girls vomiting" I kid you not!
I wonder if that was the guys in Saudi Arabia or The United Arab Emirates.
Speak up guys. Not that I have a thing for Vomiting Japanese Girls but you sound like you could be some "interesting" guys to party with.

Lady Gaga

    I am not so much a fan of the Lady Gaga phenomenon but she is certainly a good business person. That said when I hear her song "Bad Romance" I can't help but hear different lyrics to the chorus… to wit

Rah Rah sys boom bah…

    I looked up the lyrics to this song and I am certain that my hero Weird Al could work up a song around that chorus line; something about high school romance. I might even take a run at that. There is almost nothing more tragic than some high school romances. The drama that is involved and or perceived to be involved. I think the phrase and the acronym OMG and the TMI and so many others were certain to have evolved out of these tragedies.

Splosh

    Today's challenge for this Friday, 10-8-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 60-90 words. And....let's try this for a required phrase:
"...taking hold..."

    She looked around her pallet deciding which brush to use. Taking hold of the broadest thickest brush available, she began stroking vigorously. She wanted to quickly cover the canvas with a thick coat to set a passionate tone of her work. The more she worked the brush, she and the canvas became one. She could feel her creative juices flowing and she could feel that soon the creativity would explode from the brush. And there it was, big gushing globs sploshing the canvas running down over her hand and neck.

S.N.L.

5 4 3 _ _ Action... que Voice over...

"Live those Crimson days in a Golden Haze"

CUT! CUT! CUT! What Madison Avenue Fuckwit wrote this crap?!
Who the hell thinks women are this stupid regarding their periods. Golden haze... What the fuck?

Xanax signed a deal with the Kotex people and they’re putting a trans-dermal low dose formula on the Tampons and pads.

They are WHAT?!
It's and anti cramp muscle relaxer combined with a mood enhancer.

No Shit?! Do we have any of those pads on set?

Sure. why?

Get me a couple.

Get the Director a couple of the Xan-pads quick. We are loosing the light.
Can we get back to the shoot, we’ve spent 26 million on this add campaign. Uma Thurman is over there on the railroad tracks with no panties, on do you know how much that costs? And we’ve only got about 10 minutes light left today.

Yea Yea Yea we‘ll get the shot. First I need those pads... (Slaps one on his forehead and one on his neck)

What are you doing

I’m sure as shootin' going to need a muscle relaxer and a mood enhancer to get me through this shoot!

____________________________________________________________________

...and now the rest of the story... ala Paul Harvey

So this is my thinking... the picture looked so/too idealic, so much like a commercial. I figured I would to go with that. Golden haze... not such a great breakfast cereal tag-line but it looked like early morning. I thought about the obvious, "collapsed in a golden haze of post orgasmic bliss", too obvious and too far removed from the picture. I couldn't think of any thing then I saw a commercial on TV about tampons and right after that was a Midol commercial and it was just too crazy. As it turns out the TV got on the Oxygen channel some how. The cats walk on the remotes frequently. So any way the idea of a trans-dermal anti cramp med delivered with the pads was just about as out-there as I could think of next to this device.

Oh and in the nick of case you haven't noticed by now I try to go for the less obvious story to surround the picture with.

I welcome your cards and letters.

...einsteinien

    She felt utterly naked and altogether alone in the world. She wondered to herself if the weight of her decision had some how created a metaphysical singularity by bending time and space and collapsing every thing in on it’s self. She felt that the room was collapsing in on her giving her an extreme feeling of claustrophobia but at the same time the room was getting bigger. The walls seemed to be rushing away from her, but was she getting smaller and rushing away from the walls. She new that in heavy gravity situations time was slowed, and time had, for her, all but stopped, but time was simultaneously racing. Every thought that she had ever had and every thought she would ever have were all filling her mind compressing down becoming one and that thought was “Stay”. Defiantly, she awaited his command. She knew that her head of Secret Service would be busting in the doors to the Oval office at any moment and ordering her to evacuate to the underground command center half a mile beneath her feet.


    So... Lexi Writes about how she came to the ideas of the writing or about the writing its self. I like that idea and I thought I would try that this week as well. I have however insufficient time just now... again more later.
it's later now... the idea that I worked over was the idea of being in an interview, either her or the person looking at her. The idea was that in an interview situation you imagine the interviewer as naked to some how relieve the stress of the situation I was going to mention that imagining her naked only added to the stress. Next was the notion of her in the oval office but in more of a time thing where Time could be focused through a lens and the focal point was her and this Decision that she has made and that with all of time being focused right down on her... like burning ants with a magnifying glass time had blasted her reality away the office her clothing metaphysically speaking. then there was thought that some how I could work the Cern collider in and her head felt like the target.
maybe this wasn't such a profound idea... Lexi's make this sound so much cooler... perhaps next time

Wet to the knees

    I am sorry Major. I have told you every thing there is to tell.

    Just one more time please, in case something else comes to mind.

I was skinny-dipping in Jameson’s pond. The next thing I know I am on a table sort of… suspended in mid air. A water balloon thing is above me then it bursts. I am splashed with pure heat. All this fluid slashes over me but it all soaks in to me. It feels like it fills every cell of my body. The only way I can explain the feeling is that it was like being pregnant… pregnant with pleasure. That is the only way I can describe it. I recall having two earth shattering orgasms, and now I am here, where ever this is, and you tell me that you found me nursing two babies. I am/was Not Pregnant. These are NOT my kids. Oh wait a minute…

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 4^th 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.

    Wow I really just want off this dirt ball planet.

Spoiler Alerts

    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

Energy drinks... 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.