Archive for July, 2008

I fucking hate you motherfuckers

Wednesday, 30 July 2008

What’s left to say, I’m holding the gun, you’re standing there in black socks and a Hawaiian shirt. I’ve shot your bitch right between the eyes and no brains came out. The sun is a nigger with two scoops of bullshit and it set fire to Detroit: no more cars.

You dumb bitches, the world would be so better off without you. If only men could shit eggs which then hatched into other men or men magically walked out of caves full grown. It has nothing to do with Gay: no women = no sex = no faggotry, just the peace of war between tribes and epic poems where beer is the only hero.

Moron celebrities take the time to breed–why? So the next generation of spoiled assholes can spin off their breeders’ dumb luck. If a grand piano had fallen on Billy Ray Circus, smashing his achy-breaky-head we wouldn’t have his wig-wearing daughter running around and Jew “talent” agents doing cartwheels in money.

Sadly for you, no one cares what you think, so put your “I’m offended” bumpersticker on the inside of your middle school locker. Black sock wearing professional waste-of-atomic-mass, I’ll put a bullet right between the eyes of your programmed sensibility. I am not your equal. You’ll know if you were better because the bullet will strike upward through your dishwater-gray guts instead of downward like seagull shit splattering hot on your scalp.

I’m so sick of you bukyaks. Please take your big ass, big hips, played-out pussy, double-penetration, etc. and fucking vanish like David Copperfield’s asshole under the Statue of Liberty. It’s not an unreasonable request, and now that Evel Kneivel is dead, killed by a random rocket over the Grand Canyon, there is no one to take the place of Kermit the Frog demanding Germany rise from the ashes. Do you know (do you know where you’re going to?) what your stupid tribal tattoo says about you? That you were a dumbass sheep in the 1990s.

This sangria isn’t greatly helping this fucking coke. I boiled all 8 hot dogs in the Sangria and made sangria dogs. I don’t know if they were any good, I only know that I ate four.

The famous actor was considerate, he wanted to row a rowboat out to the middle of nowhere, lean his head over the side and blow his brains out so there’d be no cleanup. He didn’t and decades later God got him through the mail slot the usual way and who knows what happened to either of them.

Now I’m just sitting here like a zombie with a bellyful of brains.

20 minutes just passed faster than a joint at a reggae concert.

There’s nothing, just…nothing.

Now this is done.

Briefly, to recap: fuck off.

ha ha ha ha ha.

The Dark Knight reviewed by meatlights

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Saw The Dark Knight this afternoon. I would get a lot of shit for this if anyone actually read this blog, but Batman Begins is a better movie which I like the most between the two.

Or should I say, three.

To contain my Batcitement (going to see this film made me actually feel happy–such a rare and alien feeling) I bought the animated Batman movie Gotham Knight and watched it the night before.

Gotham Knight (which could also be called Batman 2.5) features 6 loosely connected stories, some referencing events of Batman Begins. It’s beautifully animated and well-written; any Bat Fan is bound to love at least two of the segments and enjoy the rest.

But back to The Dark Knight. Fanboys are claiming the role of The Joker drove Heath Ledger “insane” or pushed him over the edge….it’s an idiotic urban legend that’s taken on a life of its own and will probably be with us for decades. Ledger was no more made insane by this role than he was turned gay by Brokeback Mountain.

Is Ledger’s Joker Oscar-worthy? It’s a moot question due to the tragedy of the circumstances. I thought it was an excellent performance for a rather limited character. A better question would be “Does anyone give a shit about the Oscars any more?”

Aaron Eckhart’s Harvey Dent was equally good as was Gary Oldman’s James Gordon, and Bale, of course, IS Batman. I’m in the camp that thinks that Maggie Gyllenhal–so hot in her weird way–is an improvement over Katie “Xenu” Holmes.

With hundreds of extras running around, Gotham doesn’t have the dark, claustrophobic feel it did in the first movie and is therefore less of a “character.” That’s a minor gripe. The more serious (“Why…so…SERIOUS?”) problems I had with The Dark Knight were unfortunately recurring: its exceeding length, suspense build-ups that tarry and about halfway through all the characters are “endumbened” as they often are in horror movies, in order to move the story along. Without giving anything away, much of the Joker’s evil plans involve infiltration, but there’s a marked lack of checking and double-checking credentials. “Cop A” climbs into a vehicle with “Cop B” whom he’s never seen before and doesn’t think twice about it. It does get tedious, but as the box office shows, curmudgeons like me aren’t going to stop what may end up being the biggest movie of all time.

Until next summer.

No one reads these

Thursday, 24 July 2008

Snippet from IM convo. By adding no tags, no one reads these. Visitors are all about Kaylan Nicole, Marc Wallace and jelqing.

Mostly I’m just treading water. Unfortunately (or not) there’s enough driftwood around to keep me afloat and not just give up. Last week I had small progress staying offline, tho I didn’t get much done….been takin’ a long vacay from working out…will start up again tomorrow, tho I don’t know why…I’m not the person I need to be to get shit done. Women are an impossibility because of the humiliating circumstances surrounding returning to Florida. I shouldn’t have come back, tho I’m better off here than in commiefornia. Wish I was still an atheist….the threat of hell isn’t as bad as simply being born here on earth again.

Informing my 3 readers

Sunday, 13 July 2008

The internet is a digital opium den of death. It’s pure sickness, wasting what little free time I have on here clicking around, learning very little about people I hate or otherwise don’t care about and events that hardly affect me while the seasons slide by and the only woman I want is married and masturbating with a showerhead while I sit here defeated, in total despair.

Next week I’m staying off-line except for a few minutes a day for email.

At the end of the week, I’ll post whatever I’ve written.

Hancock sucked, but you knew that

Thursday, 3 July 2008

Accepting that its initial reviews were lousy, I went to see Hancock anyway because I hate my own life, which needs more fake butter.

Ticket, drink, popcorn (the latter two refillable) totalled only 9 bucks, but I still felt ripped off.

The plot of Hancock was hopelessly muddled, like two movies in one and neither very good.  The second half’s movie was irredeemable shit; had it had kept the dark-yet-sanitized tone of the first half throughout, it still would’ve been flat soda not worth a second sip but not, “I’ll never drink that rat-piss again” bad.

I understand people were also disappointed with Will Smith’s I Am Legend. After falling down these manholes masquerading as entertainment, Smith does try to act for all he’s worth but Christ, the secret of getting out of the sewer is not to fall down the hole in the first place.

The problem with Hancock is that it will be a huge hit.  Fourth of July weekend looming with the world’s most bankable star at the helm?  It’ll probably make a billion worldwide post-DVD.  Unfortunately for the stupido studio it would’ve made 1.5 billion or more had it been good, fun, or both.

Hollywood is part of the great conspiracy to keep life as boring and limited as possible.  The elites have all the fun shit in plenteous supply:  whores, fast cars/yachts/jets, mountains of booze, pills and cocaine.  They buy their way out of serving time for most crimes as if life was an anarchic Monopoly game.

The only thing the Hollyturds can’t do is make their mediocre product interesting by comparison, and so for the average dolt, everything in life remains forbidden, expensive or illegal.  Out of reach.

A child raped by two Kennedys

Wednesday, 2 July 2008

On the (Supreme Court’s) bad decision to rule out death for child rapists–

This one really troubles me because the real justice is generally accomplished by other prisoners killing or attempting to kill child molesters and rapists as they are considered the lowest form of life by the criminal fraternity. So how come the supremes don’t see this? If criminals who have the least respect for law can see the merits in killing them, how come the dudes and dudettes of supreme justice cannot see this? I do wonder…

–Internet opinion

What I wonder is why an enraged mob hasn’t yet burned the Supreme Court to the ground. These supremely arrogant jerkoffs have gotten it wrong over and over again, and this latest awful decision speaks volumes for the decline of Western Civilization.

The senile Supremes claim that “evolving standards of decency that mark the progress of a maturing society” are what prohibits the death penalty for child rapists. Bullshit. If your baby daughter was brutally raped, would you deal with her rapist less severely then if he’d murdered her?

Even if the one Kennedy said the other Kennedy’s unspeakable crime did deserve the death penalty, the convicted would still earn a gentle death compared to the harm he’s caused. Now we won’t get even that.

And so goes the tale of a child raped by two Kennedys, first Patrick the Monster, then Anthony the Arrogant, who thinks his black robe is a crown, for failing to deliver justice.

Mercy for the guilty is cruelty to the innocent.

As for convicted child rapist Patrick O. Kennedy, Louisiana should kill him anyway. Putting him in the prison yard for about 5 minutes would do it.

More Jeopardy! sexbombs (Updated 2017)

Tuesday, 1 July 2008

Larissa Kelly, the first female contestant to win more than 5 games is so cute she shits kittens. She also won a boatload of money during her recent Jeopardy! run. We’re sure to see her again during the Tournament of Champions.

After watching her in action I knew that many nerds, semi-nerds, quasi-nerds and lovelorn sci-fi appreciators would soon have an enormous crush on her. Though modestly displayed, lovely Larissa “had a body on her” and that infintely cute face concealed a lethal mind for trivia.

Cuter than a Care Bear at birth.

UPDATE! Larissa’s sister Arianna played on 08 JUL 08. She’d been on the show before back in January; was invited back due to some “contentious judgments.” I say it’s because of that awesome rack. More cold showers for Trebek.

However, the title HOTTEST JEOPARDY! WOMAN (So Far) STILL goes to:

Now obviously this is a matter of opinion, but as mine is law around here I declare Mrs. (sigh) Farrell the sexiest Jeoputante yet.

Hair, glasses, cheekbones, face, figure: everything about Dorothy was/is a delight. She lasted 3 days and played well. All that sexy synergy and her fool husband (<–yes, jealous of) waited 4 years to tie the knot? Must be quite the nerd in his own right.

Some kind soul uploaded her Jeopardy! intros…you don’t get to hear her sexy Brooklyn accent so the red dress will have to do…

(Be patient, the Champ is introduced last…)


I’m not obsessed or anything. Sexy-as-hell women with high levels of smartosity like Larissa and Dorothy offer rays of big-breasted hope to cellar dwellers and misfits alike.

I am both, minus the cellar.

ADDENDUM: I’d take Dorothy over an encounter with the “Kelly Twins”. I hope to hell all three of them never find this post but on intarnets, if they can they will. Ha ha haaa!

2017 UPDATE 2017 UPDATE  2017 UPDATE  2017 UPDATE 2017 UPDATE

Well it’s been 9 years or so since I made this post.  It’s my 3rd-most popular, about 380 hits.

The original Dorothy Farrell vid is long gone but here’s her stats from the show.


And an unrelated video from 2016 about nanotechnology:

With that out of the way, I’d like to add a warning I wish I could’ve given to my younger self:  while it’s good to be inspired by feminine beauty, forget smart women as a solution to anything.  

A woman’s IQ could be 190 and it wouldn’t matter.  You’re not going to “reason” your way into her heart or anything else, and a woman’s shit-test to prove your worthiness is a shit-test whether created by MENSA or not.  You’re still going to need all of the toys and other social markers of success to get anywhere.

I stopped watching Jeopardy! long ago.  Ken Jennings thought he was hot shit till the AI Watson handed him and that other guy their carbon-based asses on a silicon platter.  The Machines are taking over.  Good.

Western Civilization is on the way out.  It’s a shame because primarily White people–White Men–are responsible for the bottomless list of scientific achievements which have advanced society to comfort levels never thought possible. By handing it all over without a fight to women and SJW retards, the West has devolved into feminine foolishness:  it won’t be much longer—historically speaking—before the entire world is either run by muslims, the red chinese, The Machines or a hybrid of all three.

I’m embarrassed about the ridiculous worship found in this post but I’m grateful to look back, admire its foolishness and move on.  Smart women are not a solution for anything.  You have been warned.  -M39, May 2017