There’s a lot of debate again in various blogs about internet porn. I’m not sure if that debate ever really died down, but there’s a lot of hate going around by people who think porn is a danger to our society. And that last sentence is going to drive a lot of people to probably comment (if they read it) on how it is the seed that causes rape, that distorts real relationships and so on and so forth. I have to, however, disagree greatly because what they’re saying is what someone else said in the past and they’re just repeating like parrots on the shoulder of their one-eyed master (trust, I meant no pun by this, although, it would be something I would say).
So, is pornography a danger to our society? Unless porn is out there holding guns to the backs of rapists forcing them to submit women and take them any which way, the answer is a flat out no. Does rape exploit women? Again, unless producers are holding guns and making women take it every which way, the answer once again is no. Does it distort the minds of young Americans about sex? That’s a gray area. A lot of people like to blame the mass media for our problems. School shooting? Let’s blame Marilyn Manson and a few movies. Girl gets raped? Oh, that must be the influence of pornographic movies. But what about priests molesting altar boys? What then do we blame? The only thing they touch, theoretically, is the Bible. Does the Bible practice underage sex? (Please, don’t answer that.)
You can’t go around telling the government to remove sex from the internet because your children well get to it. The government isn’t your babysitter. It isn’t an entity that is supposed to wipe clean your house of filth. That is your responsibility. If you don’t want your child watching porn online, then take the measures yourself. Buy some parental control software to hinder this from happening. That’s way simpler than whining online, signing petitions. Or you could do the old fashion thing, oh I don’t, be a parent for a change.
All these people come around and they want someone else to raise their kids. They don’t want their kids to learn about safe sex in school, yet don’t bother to sit down with them and tell them it’s better to wait than to jump the gun. This isn’t the 50’s, by the way. Sex is everywhere and if you prevent your child from learning the precautions, you’ll wind up like Sarah Palin and nobody wants to wind up like Sarah Palin – she’s a fucking moron!
But I digress.
My mother said something to another parent, or perhaps my aunt or some relative about my choice in music. My mother used to buy me Marilyn Manson, Nine Inch Nails, Korn, pretty much anything with a parental advisory sticker on the jewel case. When asked why she allowed me to listen to such filth, she simply said, “If I don’t, he’ll just get it somewhere else.” This left me with very little to rebel against. Now, I’m not saying you should just let you whatever-teen year old kid look at smut online; I’m just saying, you should put down the work responsibilities and be a parent once in a while.
My mother also once told me that a person who doesn’t have time to do a hobby – she said garden as we were talking about a mother of one of my relationships – then you’re spending too much time working. My mother is far from a lax person. She’s worker and I wonder why it is that didn’t rub off on me. She works hard and works long hours, but she always finds to do things she loves to do. And one of those things was being my mother. She didn’t look to the government to raise me and what I can and cannot watch, she did it herself. Call her old fashion (she’s been a mother since the 70’s), but she was far better a parent than the ones who whine about internet porn (which she’s against, but doesn’t think it should be removed).
And gray area, in which distorts the values of adult relationships, is what most people like to fling at others who support pornography. If you cannot tell the difference between reality and fantasy, then you have serious issues to look into. It’s unhealthy and has nothing to do with porn itself. Seriously, there are people who commit suicide because a WoW character was killed off. There are people who go to shopping malls and for no apparent reason, start shooting it up. There was even one guy who had a car chase because he loved video game. That is unhealthy. It has nothing to do with parenting or viewing things; it has to do with how one’s mind works.
Now I’m not saying pornography is healthy. It is, in small doses. There’s a whole theory behind addiction that Marilyn Manson (yes, I’m using him) wrote in his book. If you’re using drugs (cos that’s what he wrote) and you’re paying for them, guess what! you’re addict. Chuck Klosterman said something about drug addiction and CD jewel cases. If there is ever a chance that you simply don’t care about which CD case you grab to snort coke, then you’re addict. I think the same rules apply with pornography. If you’re willing to buy it rather than just get off on some porn website that holds free videos, or getting off to really fucked up porn, then I’m sorry, you, sir or ma’am, are an addict and should seek help.
It’s possible to get addicted to several things. Porn is not just the ugly head that rears into our lives. There’s other addictions. Some of them are perfectly legal, such alcohol and cigarettes. Those cause way more harm than pornography does to our society. I have an addiction to books. It’s harmless, the only thing that suffers is my bank account. I also have an addiction to caffiene. It only harms my body. I’ve heard people who have addictions to masturbation and don’t use porn. There are a lot of things that cause addictions and problems in our society – are you going to outlaw all of them? Good luck.
We live in a land where people are free, just as long as they don’t hurt anyone, involve a child in it, or a beast, to do what they want. That’s the joy. That’s the pride. We can take safety of knowing we can look online and see several naked women or men doing things we only fantasize about. And that’s the key world. It’s fantasy. Again, not saying it might not cause a problem, but just as long as you can avoid getting hit by a fucking car, you can avoid getting addicted. Small doses, remember?
So let’s go over this, shall we? People should stop looking at the government to do their parenting. Parents should parent, end of story. Now, I know for a fact that some kids, teens, are looking at porn. Get parental software. However, like dear old mother knew, your kid will gain somehow. And this is where being a parent pays off. Talk to you kids about sex. Talk to them soon. Tell them the difference between fantasy and reality. Tell them how porn isn’t made for them. Tell them and set boundaries.
My dreams are humble, lean as arrows
Streetwise, ready, and fair
As we bum rush the ages tied to the rails
On high seas not fit to be sailed
Whatever we’ve taken does feel like heaven
But baby, we just look like hell
I keep having the same dream where one of my two frontal teeth falls off. The dreams feels so real that I can feel the sting shooting through my gums and can feel the empty space where a tooth once clung to with my tongue. This is probably the dream I’ve been having for most of the month, off and on.
I woke up early today, not because of the dream, but because I fell asleep way earlier than I normally do. It felt nice to see the sunrise rather than feel the pangs of its rays as they intrude into my room. I got up and made sure both of my frontal teeth were there, sighed and went to brush them. Thankfully dreams are just that.
I need to clean my study. Books are piled everywhere. I also need to clean my room. Sometimes I wish I could just be organized, but that’s a dream in of itself. A cooler weather pushed in and it makes me want a cigarette. I never habitually smoked in my entire life. I’ve never done anything habitually. An occasional cigarette in high school, but the moment I turned 18, that pretty much died off. But now, all I’m thinking is I want a cigarette and a cup of coffee – two things I deeply hate the taste of, yet they go so well together. Once, a few years back, I was at the beach with my mother and my aunt and cousins from Midland, Texas. My aunt made coffee and I took a cup because I need a strong caffeine in take and coffee was already made available.
My mother saw me drown the cup in sugar and milk because I couldn’t stand the taste of black coffee. After a moment, I said, “This tastes of cigarettes.”
“How do you what cigarettes taste like?”
Mind you, my mother’s care had ceased to exist in the sense of I was now 19 or 20 by the time this incident happened. But nonetheless the crimes were committed before I turned 18. I felt a little busted but I told her that it was something I did back in high school. It didn’t matter much because I hated the taste of them and I probably wouldn’t pick it up again – my grandfather, her father, was a habitual smoker and wouldn’t ceased even has his life depended on it.
However, I never smoked at parties with my friends. I hated smoking for the sake of smoking more than the thought of smoking itself. What I mean is, sure I smoked with my friends once in a while (actually in a huge span between each cigarette), but I never did it because I thought it made me look cool. I did it because I thought normal kids had to rebel in some way against their parents and because my mother was so lax with rules, I didn’t have much to rebel against. So sex, cigarettes and drugs was pretty much what I can do. But neither of them seemed like much fun because there wasn’t any punishments awaiting for me other than a look of disappointment.
Perhaps I should add that I was the family’s last hope. My oldest brother graduated high school, but never went off to college. The middle brother, in true middle child stereotype, fell hard into drugs and dropped out of high school. And me, I was the last chance. I wasn’t about to fuck things up.
The incident I was coming to before that break was one that happened at a high school party. I didn’t have much of a social life in high school because I kept it that way. I loved my friends, but I didn’t want to deal with them after school. I never went out except for a few times where I usually called mother to pick me up because I was so pissed off at my friends for their drug ridden ways. But my first party was a Halloween party and I felt that I should appear for two reasons. 1.) I love Halloween and 2.) because I didn’t want my mother to think I was a strange kid for not doing anything with my friends, and the same goes for my friends. I suppose, I wanted to be a normal kid who did what other normal kids did.
The party was at a friend’s apartment that smelt like cat shit which was explained the moment I saw the shit mountain in a much neglected litter box. The party was mediocre at best when it started until the plague got there. The plague was a group of four people, three of which were sleeping with each other. And because I have to assume that they don’t read my blogs or even remotely remember me, I’ll name them. The plague was comprised of Danny, Lucky, Ruben (the threesome) and Denis.
I was in my friend’s bedroom with Josh and Jorell talking things over when the threesome part of the plague entered the room and started talking. They had brought the booze and drugs to the party which was the beginning of the end for me. Because no matter what I thought I could put into my body, there wasn’t a chance in hell that alcohol was going to be one of them.
Upset by the turn out, I decided it was time I called my mother to pick me up because I didn’t want to be there anymore. After calling her, I sat back on the bed beside Josh, who was doing his best to avoid Danny’s homosexuality. My mistake was that I sat too close to Ruben, who was now in front of me. And in true plague fashion, he unzipped his pants and told me to suck it.
I had met Ruben before he was infected by Danny. I had met Lucky and Denis as well. I even met Danny before all this business. They were all great people (well, not the best people, but also not the sort of people who ask you to give them a blow job for no apparent reason, either). But Danny was the first to fuck it up and in true asshole fashion, he opted to take everyone down with him. But Ruben wasn’t that great of a person either, to begin with. He was awkward at best and him asking me to suck his cock wouldn’t be the first time he’d pissed me off.
I got up and left the room.
As I was pushing through the hall, Denis came inside from smoking. He grabbed and said, “Willie, I’m sorry.”
Bewildered, I looked at Denis. I have never heard him utter an apology in the time I’d known him, which stretched back to elementary CCD courses.
“About?”
“Your mom’s outside. She saw us smoking. I’m sorry if we got you in trouble.”
I smirked, “Was I out there with you?”
His face grew confused, “No.”
“Then don’t worry about it.”
I don’t remember where the hostess’s mother was at during this party, but it did make me appreciate my mother a little more. While my mother unknowingly took me to a drug and booze party, her mother was perfectly aware of what she was doing. And while it’s seen as uncool to have a good relationship with your parents like I did with my mother – I could go to her for anything, I could joke with her, I could cuss around her, so basically she was a friend than just a parent. She knew when to punish me if I didn’t go great in school because she knew my potential, but also knew I was lazy.
There was this one other incident, and I’ll end it with this, where my mother was asked why she bought me such “awful” music (I was into Marilyn Manson, Korn, and Nine Inch Nails) and she simply said, “Because if I don’t, he’ll just get it somewhere else.” This will lead to my next post, which I’ll write later.
Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction
Buy-sexual
I remember a few years ago a whole bunch of teens my age were becoming “Jesus Freaks” because of a book and the mainstream (and oddly enough, Christian) media was whoring it out more than Natalie Dylan is at this moment. Those very same Jesus Freaks have all fallen into obscurity. Most of them giving up on their religious, I-love-Jesus bullshit a year after the fad came to a bitter end (I’m not saying that all Jesus Freaks went down this path, but a nice majority did). It was again no longer cool to be perceived to be Christian. So while all the real Christians went off to be Christians, the posers went on to have sex, do a lot of drugs, and have more sex while doing drugs (the outcome of which came out nine months later in the form of a welfare baby).
Earlier, and my purpose for writing this wasn’t to promote Jesus Freaks or anything like it, I was watching VH1. Granted I was born into the MTV generation – I didn’t have MTV or VH1 growing up – so I’m not one to who is motivated to watch VH1 unless something catches my eye. Tonight, that was Women Seeking Women: A Bicurious Journey. While the person whose story they were reporting was an older lady (meaning older than me, not an old woman), it struck a cord with me.
Bisexual couple (ABC News)
How dare VH1 put this on display in such a way when the new generation of kids are all claiming to bisexuality. This sort of thing has the same damning consequences like the poser Jesus Freaks back in the day.
I came out of the closet – was I ever really in the closet? – my freshmen year in high school. I wasn’t greeted by like minded individuals, but by assholes and homophobes who equated bisexual to just sucking some guy’s cock. Threats were made and insults passed, but I’d rather live that life than have some snot nose kid to put his arm around me and say, “Hey man, it’s cool. I’m bisexual, too. I’ve been so since I was a kid.”
First of all, sexuality isn’t something you have as a kid, at least not quite. I was born different, I tell you that now. I was a strange kid and I did strange things, thought strange thoughts. It’s apart of my personality. But did I think I was attracted to boys? Of course not. Who is really ever attracted to anyone as a kid? Sure there’s puppy love, but do you really fantasize about jumping someone’s bones when you only in kindergarten? Saying yes, will only give an argument to more disgusting acts that I won’t even cover here, because that’s the topic of conversation.
It never fails, though. I go onto MyYearbook and see all these snot nose kids claiming bisexuality as if it there new idea. With forum titles like “OMG, I’m Bisexual what should I do?” that deal with these kids figuring “out that there is a really good chance that im bi,” you have to understand why someone like me is just a little peeved about it.
So why the sudden urge to wave the fence sitter flag all of a sudden? Is it popular culture that has once again influenced a sudden spark of interest with preteens (I am not joking) and teens alike? Has it finally come to the point that lifestyles aren’t just that anymore, but fads? And don’t they seem to notice that their ridicule of being bisexual only allows for former Jesus Freaks turned Fundamentalist Christians to only continue on with their quote “It’s all a choice?”
I will admit my philosophy of bisexuality has changed so much in the past years that I no longer go by such a worn down title. Instead, when asked about my sexuality, I always just say, with an utter flare that I’m straight, but I like to consider my options. Sure, it’s just about the same thing like saying I choose to be with other guys if the opportunity presents itself, but at least I’m not calling myself bisexual anymore and making flow blown bis (if there is such a thing anymore) look like they’re liars.
And what happens when it’s no longer cool to be bisexual anymore? What then? Well all these preteens just walk down another path that Popular Culture points to?
Not my post, but Drunken Stepfather’s post (I won’t link the source as the site is mature in nature and we don’t want the watchers of WordPress to get pissy at me again). I read Drunken Stepfather to see what’s going on in the world of celebrity sex in order to give the readers of Sex Wednesdays something to talk about. However, I never quote him directly because let’s face it, he’s a blogger (and a damn good one at that) and I want the news story rather than the drunken blog about it.
Like many others who watched or heard word of the Jordin Sparks/Russell Brand ordeal at the VMAs, his reaction was negative toward Sparks’s stupidity and lack of (UK) sense of humor. He wrote:
At last night’s awards, Russel Brand, who I think was in over his head but still a decent host because he’s got a funny way about him and who I like since seeing him live and realizing he’s a definite talent, played it kinda safe. He was ripping into the Jonas brother’s about their promise rings and how they don’t do the pussy being thrown at them because they are contractually not allowed to and he made fun of this whole virginity lie the media is feeding our youth. Then Jordin Sparks from American Idol and Rich Daddy who paid for her career and all the junk food that made her this way came out saying it’s better to be a virgin than a slut, because that’s what she tells herself every night when she finds herself crying after masturbating because no one wants her Gorilla lookin’ body and instead of Russel Brand tearing her apart he came out and back tracked on his promise ring shit he was using to carry him through the show and said it’s okay to be a virgin and it’s commedable, and that kind of pussy footing pisses me off, but I guess dude’s just trying to make it in America without making enemies but was still fuckin’ weak on his part…..because the entire world knows this promise ring, God shit is a lie and that girls like Miley Cyrus give better blowjobs than a pornstar because they are eager, bright eyed and their daddy taught them proper back when they lived on the farm or some shit….
Now if you want to look into his whole post, don’t go searching for it. This was on a post that was completely unrelated to the one he was writing – something on Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus. He also goes on to bring up Brand’s apology, which I thought was okay because it was apparent that he offended pissed off Jordin Sparks and perhaps made The Jonas Brothers cry in their dressing room. I don’t know. And I don’t care. I just know if The Jonas Brothers wear those rings proudly and if they are sincere about it, then not Brand, me, Drunken Stepfather, or anyone should bother them. They “chose” to be virgins until marriage and I say kudos to that. However, if they’re contract with the manufacturer of music said they had to appear that way to the public because their owners at Disney – I find it odd they will get their own show, by the way – or whatever juggernaut of teenie music holds their leashes, then it’s a shame.
This should be the last, hopefully, that I will talk about the subject in my blog. Notice how celebrity isn’t one of my categories and that’s because nothing good ever comes out of that world.
It’s interesting what other people are saying about the whole ordeal last night. If anything, this might just make Russell Brand a household name in the USA. If not, then at least it’ll make Jordin Sparks – I still don’t understand how she’s famous, who she is and why she exists – a well loathed/misunderstood/liked moron of American teen (not so) beauty. There are some people who praise Jordin for her words, while other people are downright insulted by it.
If you didn’t watch, or live under a rock, here is what the holier-than-thou, promise-ring-wearing wannabe diva have to say about those who don’t wear promise rings, or choose to wait until marriage:
“I just have one thing to say about promise rings. It’s not bad to wear a promise ring because not everybody – guy or girl – wants to be a slut.”
Okay, first of all, no guy in this society is ever called a slut (unless said guy is a homosexual and he called himself that, not that there’s anything wrong with that). Secondly, did Jordin Sparks just call me a slut?
Break the quote down: “It’s not bad to wear a promise ring because not everybody – guy or girl – wants to be a slut.” There’s a fallacy in this quote, I can’t remember which one because I took logic when I a freshman in college and it’s now about five years since that class, so let’s turn it into a fallacy whose name I do remember. The complex question is one I remember so let’s use that. First, let’s go back to the trusty text book and let that explain to us what that is:
An informal fallacy that occurs when a single question that is really two or more questions is asked, and a single answer is applied to both questions.
Now how am I doing to do that? How will I change Jordin Sparks’s statement of promise rings to a complex question? This will be a poor poor example because my brain is fried. “Do your parents and friends know you’re a slut because you don’t wear a promise ring?” Answer yes to that and you admit you’re a slut. Answer no, and you admit you’re a slut but neither your parents or family know about it. That’s a bad example, I know, but at the time it’s the only thing that I can think of.
Okay, let’s go the route of Hasty Generalization which “is a fallacy that affects inductive generalizations.” This might make a better generalization. And for this, I will create a hypothetical niece because I can and she now exists and will be moving in with my brother in a matter of days. So my hypothetical niece, let’s call her Debbie, is a 15-year-old, typical high school girl. You have her image in your head? Good. Okay. Taking the Sparks quote, I shall now use it to prove it to be a fallacy that it already is:
Jordin Sparks – whoever she is – says that promise rings are a good thing because it keeps young adults – both guys and girls – from being sluts. My niece Debbie doesn’t have a promise ring. Therefore, my niece wants to be or is already a slut.
That’s also bad, and I might come back to correct it when I’m in the right state of mine, so let’s start off from there. Now, I know for certain that my niece Debbie isn’t a slut because a) I just made her up, and b) she doesn’t really exist. However, if she were real and she didn’t think a promise ring was necessary to maintain one virginity until marriage, she still would be considered a slut under the Jordin fallacy.
What amuses me the most is that despite their promise rings, the boys are still whored out by the very music entity that created them. You may not see it as such, but anyone with eyes who wanders into the magazine stand at their local Wal-Mart will see tons upon tons of pin ups of these boys and, quite possibly, Jordin Sparks, on every cover of the teeny bopper magazines. I already noted this on the first post that had a similar title here in my blog. So despite what the abstinence only people think, these kids are already pretty much sex symbols to every girl and gay boy out there. This is no win, but, as my friend from a forum would say, an “epic fail” on the part of their modern day David.
However, don’t let my words fool you. It’s been a proved fact – by Mormons, of all people – that sex before marriage with a long term partner is “extremely destructive power.” It’s sad how people consider their own faults – I’ve met a few people on the forums who have convicted everyone who has smoked, will smoke, or smokes pot as a total bum, a loser and is never successful (ahem, Bill Clinton, anyone?) – as universal truths with everyone else. If you had sex outside of marriage bonds and it left you broken, then that’s your deal. I’ve had sex with three different people in my life, all outside of marriage. Now besides a bad back – completely unrelated to my premarital sex, I hope – I’m an okay guy.
Now I’m not saying it’s right to go and bash someone for choosing to be a virgin, because that’s wrong. It’s also not right to make fun of other’s beliefs. However, you’re still going to get the assholes who will and you have to be the better person and suck it up, rather than calling your fan base, most of the United States’ youth, and quite possibly all of The Hills viewers, a slut, because that just makes you ignorant. Besides, if you can’t laugh at yourself, then you’re only letting the heckler’s win. The next thing you know, you’re going to be saying some very derogatory words on stage and having to apologize on David Letterman before you vanish into obscurity.
Screwin’ may be the only way
that I can truly be free from my fucked up reality
So I dream and stroke it harder,
’cause it’s so fun to see my face staring back at me
I don’t know your fucking name, so what, let’s fuck
So last night Russell Brand hosted the MTV Video Music Awards and if you’re like most of America, you don’t know who the fuck that is. He made some “lewd” comments about the Jonas Brothers being virgins and wearing promise rings. Jordin Sparks – whoever the fuck that is – attacked him on it to which he latered retracted his words and apologize.
Now I hate manufactured bands and that’s what the Jonas Brothers are, something that the Disney corporation to sell on the streets to the young teenie boppers who salivate at the mouth whenever they see one of them on Teen Beat or whatever the equivalent of that magazine is called. They have no real talent and they will never be crediable and will more than likely be forgotten within a few years when the next manufactured band comes in.
But Mike Galanos of CNN Headline News seems to have missed the apology, and goes all out to attack Mr. Brand, who is a British comedian, a type of performer that Americans rarely get and especially if you have a stick up your ass. So here we have a quasi-famous comedian from the UK trashing a band who has no talent, but are whored out to the public because they are the clean and carefree alternative to say, I don’t know, Miley Cryus (from what I know, no half nude, half explicit photos of the brothers have appeared online).
However, despite the fact that Galanos is a prude and has no sense of humor whatsoever, he does pose the interesting question that is on every mind of every teenager (possibly a fan of the Jonas Brothers) in America: Is it uncool to be a virgin? The answer is (drum roll please) yes. It is very unpopular to be a virgin, but who cares? So what if one man from the UK told ripped the Jonas Brothers a new one because they wore promise rings? He also called the president of the United States a retarded cowboy, but Galanos doesn’t attack him on that. No, instead he mulls around and attacks Brand for a band that will not be remembering in the coming years, granted that Brand was not lying about the Bush jab. Let’s face it, most of this country voted for someone who was completely unfit to be the leader of a country, not once but twice.
So Mike Galanos, what is it that bothered you so much about Brand’s sense of humor? The fact that you don’t have one? Perhaps it’s the fact you feel attacked because you were a high school virgin and you still hold on to the ideals of the past. Sure, it’s probably better if you wait until marriage to have sex. With the scare of diseases out there, it may be the a damned good decision. I didn’t, though I took my precautions when having sex, but some don’t. Some also don’t know that safe sex exist (ahem, Bristol Palin for instance) because of abstience only programs, which rarely work in this society.
Who’s to blame? Pop culture for the bumping and grinding, making bands like the Jonas Brothers into sex symbols for the young Americans? Or do we blame the parents and school districts (abstience only programs) about the whole thing because they don’t know that there are alteratives to sex? The media who blows things out of proportion? Or the kids themselves? I’m sure the Jonas Brothers didn’t just say, we’re gonna band but we’re expected not to be the typical teenager so no sex. No. It was a personal choice. They don’t want to have sex, and their peers might. But don’t think for a second that those promise rings on their fingers will alter the minds of their listeners. It’s a personal choice. Praise the kids who don’t have sex before marriage, but don’t call the ones who do a slut, Jordin Sparks – whoever you are. Because that just makes you just as ignorant as the person you thought was ignorant, okay?
The same goes Galanos. Please remove that phalic stick from your ass and stick to the news. If I wanted an opinion, I’d watch the real CNN channel.
Disclaimer: This blog isn’t meant to offend you. Actually, if you’re offended, then bitch about it on your own blog, not mine. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure some of you might be offended by this blog. If you’re offended, that only means you have no sense of humor whatsoever and should get off your high horse and get high for a change. Also I would like to know that I’m not attacking Feminists in this blog, even though it might seem like I am at times. I apologize offhand if any feminists are offended by this blog, unless you equate Feminism with PUMA power which doesn’t make a you a feminist, but a raving idiot and you should politely excuse yourself and have a political time out. Further more, I’d like to state if you’re blog got linked here it’s either because I liked a lot, or hated it just as equally. The choice is yours to decide which one I feel about you. And while I’m on the subject of disclaimers, I often wonder why people would even fathom a disclaimer anymore. The world of political correctness should have died in the 90s because it was just a waste of time. I’m not saying go out and become racists, sexist and bigots (though, a lot of you already are, but just like to use other terms for it like Evangelical, Republican and Conservative). I’d also like to note that while I call PUMAs pussies, they are anything but pussies. It takes a certain amount of balls to actually get up in the morning, watch TV, look at Mrs. Clinton for some sort of secret code in her body language or words, get on their blogs and write about how she still supports them and is anti-Obama – didn’t a woman get arrested for this because David Letterman was giving her secret messages on TV? – and actually believe the horseshit that they write about one candidate while ignoring the flaws of the other candidate, all the while denying that they themselves are conservative or Republican. This is just a summary of my dream that I had last night and shouldn’t to be explained as much as I already have, but it’s in my nature. Again: I DO NOT mean to offend anyone who is a Feminist (who is my friend), Christian (whois my friend), Republican (who is my friend) or any blogger (who is friend, or I’m the fan of his/her blog). Thank you and enjoy the post.
P.S. I’d also like to state that this post is meant to offend you. Yeah. If it doesn’t, then I didn’t do my job.
Here’s to the Montagues, John Wayne, and Bette Davis
And Romeo, gave it for a chorus girl in Vegas, yeah
Juliet is up in heaven, a pocket full of pills
And Jesus flies to Mexico, to get a prescription filled
I had a dream last night that the country was at a lost. A lot of political mutants from the Republican party (not to mention the Hilary pussies meowing at their doors) went in and voted for McCain/$2 Whore…err Palin. Sorry, feminists, that was a crude joke, I know. But can we agree that Palin is only the token woman and has not political experience – isn’t that what everyone is saying about Obama, by the way? – even is Alaska is next to Russia – what the fuck does that mean anyway? Palin stands for everything most feminist should stand against, yet a lot of the PUMA freaks are considering themselves feminists. I’m sorry, but Feminism DOES NOT equal pouting in the corner, arms crossed, faces scrunched up and whining that their person lost the election and vowing revenge on a person who is completely oblivious of them.
But Palin also stands for everything I’m against as well. Blogger Ingrid Schlueter over at The Hope Blog writes:
I like Sarah Palin. We have much in common in our beliefs on the sanctity of human life, the right to bear arms, the importance of the Constitution and the need to protect God’s definition of family. I further admire her spunk, intelligence and leadership gifts. They are obviously considerable. At a time of weak male leadership, a clear voice of any kind that represents common sense and decency is a breath of fresh air. I have absolutely nothing against Governor Palin.
(source)
I’m all for those who have faith even though I think it’s a waste of time. Some people need faith like I need…well, I can’t think of anything. Now, before I continue, I want to say that I don’t know who Ingrid is, or read any of her blogs minus this one (but I’m only focusing on her opening paragraph rather than the blog post as a whole) and I don’t dare assume she’s being a bigot, or an idiot, anti feminist, etc. I want to make this clear because I don’t want angry Ingrid fans cursing me to the pits of hell, because I live about 20 minutes away from Hell and it’s not as bad as people say it is.
Now Ingrid likes Palin for all the reasons I dislike Palin – except, nowhere in this opening paragraph does she say that Palin is appropriate for the job because of her knowledge of foreign affairs, running the show (because you, me and your grandmother knows that McCain’s going to last as long as Garfield did in office – oh yeah, I went there), and so on. Here’s a list on why Ingrid, and a lot of other Republicans, like Palin:
The Sanctity of human life, meaning pro-life.
The right to bear arms
anti gay marriage
she’s a woman. Yeah, I said it.
Okay, let me be the first to say that I will never get an abortion, solely because I can’t get one. One must have a vagina to get one and I’m all penis on this side of the screen. I also feel – as a liberal, OMG! – that abortions are a vile procedure that we abuse a lot of the times. However, with that being said, again, I don’t have a vagina so I dont’ know nothing about nothing when it comes to abortions. What I do know is that some regret it and some don’t. I also know that “Brass Furnace Going Out: Song, after an Abortion” by Diane DiPrima, which is read at a lot of Pro-life rallies, isn’t an antiabortion poem, but an poem about an abortion. Unlike most men in this country (the south), I don’t think it’s right for me to say no to a woman who wants to get an abortion. Just like I don’t go up to the drunk and say, “No, don’t drink. You’ll kill your liver, kidneys and your life.” We allow people to get a tattoo, get drunk, join the army (more on this part in a bit), and so on that affects one’s body and possibly the lives around them (really stressing on just the army and the drinking, drug addiction, cigarettes, and the like with this one), so why do we focus so much on abortion? Because children are miracles from Heaven? I’m sorry, I may not be a father, but I do have a large family and I beg to differ. Kids are so far from little miracles that they can’t even see Heaven from where they’re standing. Kids do stuff to annoy us, aggravate us and they even get pregnant at 17 and out of wedlock while you stand at the abstinence only stance.
With Palin, however, you’re getting another Pro-life nut who will only resort to giving women who are victims of incest or rape two choices:
Live with the memory of the nightmare each and every day (even though adoption is an option, popular culture leads me to believe that adopted children always seek out their birth parents); and
Old fashion choice
However, the sanctity of life shouldn’t only mean those who can’t speak from within the womb who just happen to be in a womb in the USA, but of all life in the world. That’s just this man’s point of view. Dropping bombs on a foreign country causes what El Senor and his fellow marine buddies in the first Gulf War called, “late abortions” (I will correct this later, when I figure out the correct term), meaning killing children and men already ready born into this world. Don’t get me wrong, war is necessary sometimes. Iraq wasn’t one of those sometimes and to this day still isn’t.
As for the right to bear arms, sure that’s a good idea until someone punk kid goes off and shoots up your kid’s school, possibly injuring or killing your offspring in the process. Then gun control is all the riot. Or, as some Republicans seem to see it, only in the hands of sensible White Anglo Saxton Protestants rather than their darker skin counterparts, should be able to carry a weapon. Gun control is a stupid and sensible law. I don’t like the idea of not being able to obtain a gun to protect myself from, oh let’s say, zombies. However, I also don’t like the idea of Jerry Michael’s across the street to break in my house and steal my stuff, because I happen to like my stuff. My stuff keeps me connected to you.
So how do we keep guns out of the hands of the “wrong” people and give them to the “right” people because a bout of anger, rage or insanity is all that it takes for a “right” person to become a “wrong” person. No, what most conservatives want is to keep them out of the hands of those who might wind up using it on them rather than others, meaning a black or Hispanic person, e.g. me.
Thirdly, the whole God wrote a dictionary, because I know people aren’t stupid and actually think that God wrote the Bible himself. The first Webster Dictionary was actually written by God way before we actually had a Webster on our shelf. I attempted to confirm this information with God, but I could not find an e-mail address, home address or a phone number. I also attempted praying, but as always, all my words went unanswered. I called a local priest and asked him about it, but he hung up on me with recognition of my voice.
Because I haven’t received word from God, or any spokesperson representing him, I have to assume that the Dictionary is out of print. So I turn to the Bible, but that says a lot of things that make no sense to me. Because we are on the subject of doing what the Bible says, I think it’s high time to sell your children off to marriage, don’t think? Back in my old blog, I reported this website. Nothing is as depraved as Christians who live by the Bible word per word. Not even gay sex is that depraved, not that I would know or anything.
But if two men, or two women, want to be as miserable as the rest of the you Lord-fearing people, I ask why not? Not to long ago, it was frowned upon if a white girl married a black man, or anyone who wasn’t a WASP for that matter. Now we’re eliminating race lines through interracial marriages and one night stands (not to mention porn, always have to mention the porn when it comes to Palin because of all those supposedly real photos of her flying around the internet).
I don’t see the problem of gay marriage and how it endangers the American family. Two men getting married doesn’t endanger my chances of getting married because I do that on my own. Besides, we’re living in a new age now, it’s time to shrug the fabrics of religion and drop them on the ground. I mean, one can believe in whatever one wants and still be able to love his/her neighbor (in any matter of they deem fit). I swear, the last reason I think we should put an damper on homosexuals getting married is religious reasons.
But my horrible dream happened last night and McCain/Palin won. The country began to crumble. The PUMA pussies were in glee that Obama lost, but were quickly put to death by Palin. Liberals had a choice, fall into place, or die. Some tried to flee to Canada but were shot on arrival as Palin used her govenor authority to line up the National Guard along the Canadian border (she did this before she was VP, by the way). After the first month, a bitter cold month that made USA look a lot like the USSR in all those propaganda films I watched in my film class, McCain was subdued by his feeble age and began to believe he was imprisoned again. Because of this, McCain was found unfit to be president and Palin took control. Iraq was quickly forgotten, along with the troops there. Palin decided to make an attack on Russian for the sole reason that she feared they would invade Alaska – because, you know, they’re so darn close. Religion was banned from the church and moved into the school yards across the United States. Her pro-life agenda did not erase abortion, but rather supplied abortionists with rusty wire hangers to do the trick. Republicans who knew Palin would screw up, ran to Mexico only to encounter the very wall they wanted built in their way. Trapped, they went into every house of every minority to steal their weapons to suicide themselves away. However, they had forgotten that the right to bear arms meant the right to bear arms if you’re a white collared American. The world became a wasteland and only a band of talented heroes stood against the Palin administration. And they were the X-Men. Oh wait. No. That was a comic book I was reading last night. Must’ve gotten mixed into my thoughts. And to think I was just about to say that her being president after McCain’s removeal caused the M’Kraan Crystal to hurl towards earth.
[Edit:] I’m sure that her deleting the blog has nothing to do with my post, but Ingrid Schlueter’s blog (the one I quoted from) has been removed for some unknown reason. I know I have no power whatsoever because I’m not a powerful person. However, again, I would like to note that my using her blog entry was in no way an attack. It’s just that she had the right words in such a way that I couldn’t pass it up. I’m not sure why Mrs. Schlueter deleted the post, but from what I read, it wasn’t a horrible post – nor was it one I can call excellent, but that’s just my bais speaking, which you shouldn’t pay no attention to. Again, this post was just some pathetic attempt for shits and giggles. I hope no one was offended by it, but if you were, then thank you. You just gave me that much more power in your world.
[Edit:] It would seem that Mrs. Schlueter’s post is back up with a disclaimer of her own. I’m unsure what the ordeal was that had remove her link from Slice, but reading the explanation, it would seem it was an ugly one with vile people – more twisted than me, I’m assuming – laid her to waste.
I started Sex Wednesdays again, meaning, I’ve set up a Sensual Writer account which uses WordPress software so it’s all good, right? For those of you who have just stumbled onto my blog, Sex Wednesdays was a weekly theme on my first WordPress blog before the goons decided to get really hardcore against adult themes and blocked me completely from their tag searches. Left without a home, I took the show on the road and returned to Blogger which always welcomed me with open arms, but shitty software.
If you don’t know what I do for a small living, then I shall tell you. I write for a sex blog (which is really just writing small pornographic stories to clips of pornography). While I’m not too proud of this, I do tell people because half the time they think I’m joking. I’m not.
Sex Wednesdays was the precursor to this occupation and is what got me the door. It doesn’t pay much, but at least I get some sort of income to suit my literary needs (however, saving it has become my main goal). I’m taking both Sex Wednesdays and the Adult Blog to a new place, however. While I’d embed clips and pictures in the first renditions, I’m thinking of linking RapidShare and the like so viewers can download the porn for free. I won’t provide you with the links to either the Sex Wednesdays site nor the Adult Blog because I do not want to get my hand caught in the cookie jar. And I definitely don’t want my readers to think that the words I write for the adult blog reflect me in anyway because of the persona I picked up.
And while we’re on the subject of sex, I think I shall share something with you that I got in an email:
I’m thinking that perhaps my lifestyle shouldn’t change. The email also said that having sex life they’re promoting will aid you to living longer as well. I’m already curse with some healthy body parts that might aid me in this so I don’t need another thing betraying me.
So far as I can remember, there is not one word in the Gospels in praise of intelligence.
I believe that when I die I shall rot, and nothing of my ego will survive. I am not young, and I love life. But I should scorn to shiver with terror at the thought of annihilation. Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting.
And if there were a God, I think it very unlikely that He would have such an uneasy vanity as to be offended by those who doubt His existence.
One is often told that it is very wrong thing to attack religion, because religion makes men virtuous. So I am told; I have not noticed it.
—Bertrand Russell
I don’t make a living writing porn and watching it, but I do make money doing so. My last post was attacked because I simplistically wrote that I get paid watching porn and writing snippets of sex stories. So what? The guy’s response was an onslaught of religious quotes and so on, too many for me to even read.
The comment contains the following paragraphy:
All alleged sexual Child exploitation, or any alleged even sexual abuses are next as my father terms them as “unacceptable fantasies” tend to start in the mind, the person has temptations that he or she next falsely believe they have to act them out.. sadly it is undeniable that magazines and the internet do make such temptations by movies, pictures too readily available for anyone, adults included too but firstly all abuses, including sexual, or verbal, physical. bullying, slandering, are firstly unacceptable, even of all children, adults, all male and female, and even all animals now too. I have noted that any persons who can readily abuse a cat or dog will next too readily abuse a child, any person as well. Sadly these abuses and many other such as drugs, alcoholism, gambling, now have clearly all been increasing not decreasing
Okay…wait…what?! I get paid writing 100-word short stories about sex. That’s it. I don’t go around masturbating to sick perverted material.
Here’s another quote:
Every person in life, of any age has an real, big, continual enemy for a start. Regardless of whether you realize it, Satan has targeted you as a victim. Although unseen by the natural eye, this adversary still is not imaginary nor a mythological character. Satan, the Devil, is a real person… a spirit being, with intelligence, tangible characteristics, and whose incessant goal and ambition is to “steal, kill, and destroy” for the devil aggressively searches for weakness in our life, hoping to devour us with deception, temptation, or oppression. Somewhere in the shadows, he and his forces lurk, waiting, planning for the moment they will strike when you’re likely the weakest too. His method of operation is almost initially always “undercover.” but he will next use a real person to do his dirty work if he cannot succeed. Anyone denying his existence, or remaining ignorant of his reality, and his method of operations now, is rather also helping him, the devil in his goals towards us, goals of also closing all of our relationships, communications with God himself. Subtly, he even does manipulates hindering circumstances and inspires evil thoughts, false dreams, or all temptations, even disguising his activities behind the shroud of people or things around us.
I’ve said this on many forums, and I’ll say it again here: If there were a heaven and hell and I was sent to the latter, the first thing I’d do is go up to Satan and bitch slap that moron and tell him to get the fuck off my seat. No different that what Riley would do if he meant God:
All in all, I’m proud of my pornographic job. And if you don’t like it, then suck it.
rating: 5 of 5 stars There probably isn't anything I can say about this book that hasn't been said already. With that said, read it if you haven't already.
