A brief spike in traffic

For 3 days running I had over 100 views to the site, akin to a miracle.  I’m not that interesting, so it must’ve all been for recent Jeopardy! contestant Rachel Lindgren.

It’s my duty to warn you thirsty nerds AGAIN that smart women are not a solution to anything and being a sapiosexual is a road to nowhere.  If she’s smart while you’re enamored (subtract 25 IQ points for each boob and asscheek) you’re in QUADRUPLE the danger of being manipulated.  Not that I overly give a shit what happens to you, you’re probably better off than me.

I believe this blog is now 10 or 11 years old, which means little because I rarely posted after 2009, was it?  It has brought me neither joy nor grief, certainly no money or gavina.  I don’t read my own shit so I’ve forgotten most of it, except to remember impassioned movie reviews about Batman (pointless) or politics (far more pointless) and cussing out my wage slave job while doing nothing to improve my lot in life.

Two things happened in the last 5 years which changed the entire arc of my  inclinations, I got out of the shit job and I “discovered” whores.  Also, my father died  at 73 of natural causes, if you count lung cancer as natural.

The whores saved my life.  Once I was getting laid fairly regularly all the Mysteries of Womanhood evaporated, which was bittersweet, but poetry is either written out of your system or it burns you from the inside out like drinking bleach.  Poetry IS drinking bleach, usually for the reader. 

The women’s humanity made me less of a misogynist, and it even seemed a few of them enjoyed the ride beyond getting paid.  (I haven’t been laid in over a year due to health problems so that’s on pause.)

I’m closer to 50 than 40 now.  I’m not better than I was in 2006, but like to think I’ve learned much the last 10 or 11 years.  I wouldn’t trade my scant “life’s work” of writing for falling in love.   

Here are the final lines from a long ago poem.

I know it’s coming, death or a balloon.

The slitted eyes of a petted cat.

The US Military: now with gay lamb cannons

It seems gays will finally be allowed to OPENLY SERVE in the military, another case of an asshole liberal activist judge overriding the will of the people.

Folks, it doesn’t matter whether you’re for openly-serving gays in the military or not:  when judges legislate from the bench and override processes set in place to properly change laws, that is called ‘tyranny’.

You can stop reading now if you wish, the major flaw with this corrupt decision has just been exposed.

Still here?  OK.

My problem with openly-serving gays in the military isn’t gays…it’s the patently dishonest way the politically-correct subversives will downplay and hide results IF the results of this experiment are not positive.  They’ve already done this with women in the military.  I’m not saying there shouldn’t be women in the military, but I AM saying I doubt there will ever be an honest accounting of all the additional expenses and problems caused by the presence of women.

With the arrival of ‘open-gay’ soldiers, the list of problems is just unfurling.  Expect reports of unwanted sexual advances and harassment (already a problem with women around) to increase.  How about gay soldiers who contract HIV while in the service, further burdening the strained military medical system?  AIDS drugs and care ain’t cheap.  Another even more pressing problem is living arrangements…if gays can’t legally marry, can the military make a non-military partner a spouse in government housing?

And last but not least, the US Thugverment long ago “solved” the problem of natural human inequality by making every other lifeform except the Straight White Male a protected species, subject to preferential treatment.  Now we can finally add poo-pushers to the list (surely there’s already an LGBT Celebration Month already in the works) right below the protected-class muslim vermin that shot up Fort Hood and got away with it because a few smart cowards didn’t want to jeopardize their careers and be labeled RACISTS.

The legitimate purpose of the military is to kill people (enemies) and break the enemies’ shit ’till the enemy don’t want to fight no more.  The obamateurs (and to an extent, their predecessors) have turned our killing machines into legally-bound goodwill ambassadors who now have to play by all sorts of rules that only get them killed, or court-martialed when they do the right thing and ignore them.  Now you’ve got Pussy on the left and Faggy to the right, in addition to Diaperhead and his rocket launcher hiding just over the next rock outcropping, and you can be court-martialed for hurting ANY of their feelings.

I’m already looking forward to the absolute slaughter of taxocrats this November 2nd…if this gay nonsense enrages even more voters to eject the commie bastards then hoo-rah.

Email to a potential suicide

Dear ____,

I read your ‘have a potato’ email.

If the specter of suicide is that close, I respectfully request you please put in your will a gift to me of US$1000. I promise I will use the money to fly to visit ______, then onward to San Diego, where I will cross the Mex-Sicken border and drain balls as many times in the whorehouse with whatever of the $$$ is left.

Setting aside a little dough for me is more important than leaving it to bald, sick kids who will die anyway or some hippie nature preserve that will use the dough to buy weed. My happiness is more important than Mother Earth’s, and though I’ve suffered long and you have suffered longer, if you end it now, I’ll STILL be suffering while you’ll be at peace.

At least for a little awhile.

You probably don’t know or care about God/the gods, but THINK: with as much trouble and hassle as life is, do you really think death will be an escape? Would the Gods of Torment, IRS and DMV really allow such an easy escape route, like an unguarded vent cover in the secret base in a James Bond movie?

All right, you have my two cents. In exchange I would like US$1000 in the will, please. It will give you something to do, and you can leave the earth knowing you passed along some hope and courage and bought vagina. Good karma, man! You will be happy one day in this life or the next but it’s up to you.

Quoticle – Money “whoa”s

If a man runs after money, he’s money-mad; if he keeps it, he’s a capitalist; if he spends it, he’s a playboy; if he doesn’t get it, he’s a ne’er-do-well; if he doesn’t try to get it, he lacks ambition. If he gets it without working for it, he’s a parasite; and if he accumulates it after a lifetime of hard work, people call him a fool who never got anything out of life.

~ Vic Oliver