Philosophical ?

Sorry, lots of heavy shit today, a little humor at the end of the post though. As I've said before, this blog takes on a life of its own.
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My, my, what do we have here? A couple of Christians? Muslims? Let's see, who else can I piss off? I know, this is a sick graphic but I dislike all religions equally, and mankind is still crap at this point in his evolution. But, being an atheist is being an underachiever also. So is being a human or humanist, working toward godliness, now there is an achievement worth working toward. It of course means taking responsibility for it and so few on this planet want to. We are God in evolution. Just have to accept it is all. Or I should say that the youth of the planet does. They are the ones that will determine the future and its beliefs, but I see more and more of them wandering way from religions. They will be building something new, what I hope will be considered a Fellowship of God. They will practice what I call Communityism, a form of Socialism but different than any Socialist maps at this time. In order to do that properly they will have to change Capitalism as it is practiced, I wish them luck, it won't be easy.
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BAGHDAD, Iraq (AP) - Gunmen shot and killed a television comedian Monday who was famous for mocking everyone from the Iraqi government to U.S. forces to Shiite militias to Sunni insurgents. BAGHDAD, Iraq (AP) - Gunmen shot and killed a television comedian Monday who was famous for mocking everyone from the Iraqi government to U.S. forces to Shiite militias to Sunni insurgents.
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Yeah, well it just proves my point that some people don't have any sense of humor and take their religions and beliefs too seriously. Hammer made an insightful comment yesterday. "I don't know about evolution deniers. When I asked one about neanderthal's and dinosaur bones they just said. "leave me alone my religion doesn't have to make sense.".. Okay, if they refuse to admit that their mentors and teachers were wrong and insist on believing stupid things there isn't much we can do about it. Well, we can mock them, maybe ignore them.
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I sent that graphic to some of my email buddies also. Only one of them complained, said not to send her that kind of stuff, but she is some kind of christian so there you go. How do I know what may or may not offend someone? She likes risque jokes, and sends them to me, but only if she approves of them. Hell, I won't send her anything if I have to wonder if it is going to offend her. I note that while some folks may not like it all that much, that reasonably well adjusted people do not take offence at things like that. They just delete it and move on with no comment. Why over react to what is floating around.
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SAN FRANCISCO - Two peace activists have planned a massive anti-war demonstration for the first day of winter. But they don't want you marching in the streets. They'd much rather you just stay home. The Global Orgasm for Peace was conceived by Donna Sheehan, 76, and Paul Reffell, 55, whose immodest goal is for everyone in the world to have an orgasm Dec. 22 while focusing on world peace.
Global Orgasm

"The point of quotations is that one can use another's words to be insulting."
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"Every battle he fought, he fought alone". Know who that was said about? The hint is a famous movie star….. Okay, I will tell you. John Wayne.
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I dislike it when people tell me I'm being philosophical, that word is one of the fucking most misused words on this planet. I'm telling you people what I frigging know and believe, that doesn't make me a fucking philosopher !! It makes me a mentor !!! Hello !!!! Pay attention godfuckingdamnit, this will be on your next test !!! And I have only one conspiracy, to get laid, BUT !!! Only with the right woman, sadly, she doesn't seem to exist, that woman that can look into my eyes and share her spirit with me. She isn't here, so be it.
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Sewmouse…Us once young whipper snappers that endured so much that the kids today don't have to have become spoiled old coots. Yes we have, and we worked our asses off and earned it. I wonder what they will do to earn their way through life.
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All of my hopes and dreams of a loving, perfect, peaceful world have now been shattered. I used to go to the store and buy a tub of butter, when I removed the top there it was in all its glory. I always marveled at that, a trusting world. But the tub I bought the other day? You got it, it had a seal under the lid. I am sad.
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Yesterday, between showers and disillusions, I put up a TV antenna. I see no reason for getting cable or a satellite dish to fill my mind with even more monkey shit. Other than I could get high speed internet with it, but it's not worth it to me as I suppose it would cost about sixty bucks a month or more. But I must have a bad cable or connection so I have to take it back down and check it out.
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Because I have fleeting moments of awareness and absolute genus (usually when I'm sleeping and can't remember when I wake up), I want to point out a tip that can save you a bit of effort on the blogs that ask for word verification. After typing the words you don't have to move to the mouse, just smack the Enter key, it saves a step you don't need to do.
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One more tip, if you want to delete a comment on your blog don't just click on the little garbage can and follow that route. RIGHT click on it and select to open link in a new window. Then delete it in that window and close that window. That way your blog and comments are still there, you don't have to wander back to it. You will have to hit the F5 key though to see the number of comments listed properly again.
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A few jokes:
You Can't Handle the Truth...A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil. As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman. "That's unfair!" he cried. "I have to roast for all eternity, and that lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman." "Shut up", barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork. "Who are you to question that woman's punishment?"
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A Cherokee Indian was a special guest at an elementary school. He talked to the children about his tribe and its traditions, then he shared with them this fun fact: "There are no swear words in the Cherokee language." One boy raised his hand, "But what if you're hammering a nail and accidentally smash your thumb?" "That," the man answered, "is when we use your language."
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Johnny walks into school one day to find a substitute in place of his regular teacher. She says, "Hello class, I'm Mrs. Prussy. When you say my name class, remember it has an "r" after the first letter." The entire class says, "Hello Mrs. Prussy." The next day the regular teacher is still sick. When Johnny gets to his desk the teacher asks him what her name is. Johnny thinks hard, and the says to the teacher, remember it has an "r" after the first letter." "That's right," she coaxed. Then, after a few seconds Johnny eyes light up and he says, "Is it Mrs. Crunt?"
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♫ ♫♪ ♪ ♪♫… … Love, peace, hugs. BBC

Monday

BSB did a post subject of "Darwin VS The Bible". By the time I was thirty those questions where over for me, not that I knew all the answers, but Darwin it is to an analytical mind. In this day and age with all the information available to us how could anyone possibly believe in what the bible says as to our creation. That was just our ancestors playing with their minds and screwing them up. The bold text below is from her blog.
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Not too sure that we came from, fish, monkeys or Adam & Eve... No question about it hon. First fish (or other critters that lived in the oceans at the time), into monkeys, into humans.

What I do know is that I came from two irresponsible people who shouldn't have had a child to begin with... You are not alone, many are raised that way, or worse. My parents were okay in some ways, worked hard, paid their bills, things like that. But they shouldn't have had children because we were just in the way. However, the result is children when you like to screw each other as much as they liked to screw each other.
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Helen, the old lady next door, liked to screw also, still wants it at 84. And she was a good mother but after having her son she told the doctor that she didn't want anymore children. She hated childbirth. He gave her something, some cream to use, and she never got pregnant again, so I guess there was ways back then. Sex, yes, children, no. But many people on this planet still do not understand that. Some religions still promote making more babies, stupid.
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I don't have any theory because I feel nobody knows... No one can prove anything yet, but mark my words, scientists will end up the winners in the future as they will prove it all, that Darwin was right even though incomplete, that all things are evolution, even God, and that we are that God figure, the soul/spirit of the living planet. However !!! Mankind has to collectively believe that, and then take responsibility for it. I don't expect that to happen for some time yet, a few hundred more years maybe, if at all. Evolution can take a nasty turn, this may become a Star Wars planet. In that case I don't think mankind will survive.
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We become what we are because of where we were born. Catholics, protestants, anglicans, muslims, and all the rest, who gives a hoot?.. A heck of a lot of people give a hoot, a heck of a lot of brainwashed people, and look at all the problems it all causes on this poor tired earth.
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If dying is so beautiful and that we will be with the all mighty creator (like all good catholics make us believe) why did she want to stick around? .. She was hardwired with two instructions when she arrived here, one was 'survive'. And in case you haven't learned this yet, the other was to procreate. Or at least have sex. That is what the whole cosmic sexual energy thing and creation is all about. The sex drive in humans is strong because it is the cosmic spirit need flowing through them. And not people are afraid to die, many look forward to it. Richard Feynman didn't try to prolong his life, but died with grace and dignity, but stated that he was glad that he only had to do it once as it was boring. Maybe people need to make death more exciting. LOL
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That's what is important and when I pray I'm not hurting anyone. End of story... Praying has never done me any good. Not that I don't believe in miracles, I've experienced them, I fully believe in some power that I don't fully understand, but I don't depend on it. I know that it will fail me someday, why should it favor me over someone else? Someone else that is sitting under a tree at this very moment living his/her last moments as their life drains from them because they are starving to death. Why would such a spirit would want one person to starve to death while another buys more shoes than they need, or a yacht. It seems that when people pray that they expect a God to favor them over everyone else. Nope, it's that way because mankind, the living spirit, is that way. I send money to try to help others live, but many, well, what ever.
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As for praying for someone to die, that doesn't work either, even if it is collective praying. Millions, even a good many Christians, have been praying for the president to die but the damn fool is still here. Too bad because the cosmic spirit would really like to see that fool gone.
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Scott Adam's appears to be under the delusion that in this so-called democracy that people would vote for the right person to be president. Interesting.
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That was kind of heavy and I'm still not feeling like being heavy so lets lighten up a bit and amuse the cosmic spirit. The other day I got a hankering for oysters, the ones in the stores are too expensive, so I went to the fish market for a pint of fresh ones, they sure were good.
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I enjoyed them so much that I'm going to go get another pint today and solicit sexual suggestions from the women lurking here, you sweethearts may start now, or not. This is for our own enjoyment and entertainment of course. LOL. .. God and Goddess are such sluts !!!
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What are you doing for Thanksgiving? I've had some invitations but I think I will go to the community dinner at Serenity House. If I can talk Helen in to it I will take her with me, but she likes to stay home in front of her stove as much as possible. That poor old sweet lady (I mean it, really sweet, not bitchy and wanting like a lot of people) she is getting so frail. I hold her hand to support her when we go somewhere, and walk very slowly, she thinks I'm the most patient man in the world (I'm not always) and her hand is going creak, creak, creak. I hurt for her, but she is cheerful and doesn't complain a bit. Anyway, got side tracked there, lets keep moving on, always moving on.
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If you haven't been there yet, check out this site. If I have my code right.
Free Hugs
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A cute little test, maybe the most truthful one that you will ever take, it only takes a minute to take it.
Cute Test
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If you have a fast connection here is an interesting link to a couple of bloggingheads that use video, interesting and mostly to the left. Some would call them liberals but I don't much like labels.
Bloggingheads
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A cute quote spotted on Sewmouse's blog…. "You young wippersnappers don't know how good you have it! Why, in MY DAY"… Truer words where never spoken hon, the youth is so spoiled today. Hell, we were lucky to have a shower. I once lived in a sheep wagon with my grandparents and was home schooled. But it didn't matter because I didn't know any better. Or maybe I did, and didn't care. Actually, those were wonderful days, going skinny dipping in a beaver pond.
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Now ya'all sing along with the Beatles, 'I want to hold your hand' … Love, Peace, Hugs.. BBC

It's Sunday !!!

What the heck are you doing in here? I told you to make up your own service. I was going to the hot springs think I will stay here and goof around, now stop farting in your chair and go do something and enjoy yourself. Get away from your computer for a while.
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Friday I finely got around to buying a DVD player that was on sale, I seldom buy things when they first come out. It won’t work through my VCR for some reason, and my TV’s are old and don’t have the proper jacks for a direct connection. So yesterday I gave up and went and bought a new TV with S-Video & AV jacks, the DVD player showed the movie playing but I wasn’t getting any audio. Dumb shit that I am I figured that everything should work through the S-Video cable. Isn’t all this new technology wonderful?
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So I kept screwing with the menus on the remotes trying to get both units playing together properly, figuring that one was male & the other female… lol, and didn’t get anywhere, still no audio. Like programming with remotes following a book that was written in China or wherever is so useful and educational hey?
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So I ran AV cables from the back of the DVD to the front of the TV, still no audio, WTF?? Brought out the karaoke machine I bought about a year ago that I haven’t been able to use yet, hooked up the AV cables from the DVD player to it and got audio, but couldn’t crank the volume up all that much. But at least I could hear the movie I got from the library.
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Then I sat down to read the book (groan) more and noticed that there are also AV jacks on the back of the TV, so I ran AV cables to them, presto!! Audio through the TV speakers. Again, WTF? It appears that poking something in the front is different than poking it in the rear. (Snort) I mean, it’s just not in my principles to be poking something in the rear when the front is….. umm, never mind. Anyway, now I can now also use the karaoke machine and I messed with it for a bit. Roger Miller, eat your heart out. Then Country Bumpkin came up, and for some reason I started crying, so gave up for the night.
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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the lord, he comes squealing around the corner in his pink and yeller Ford. He has loose the terrible swift lighting of his terrible swift mill, his rod is rolling oooon. He comes roaring down the street and screeches to a stop where all the Ho’s are waiting. Glory, glory, what a wonderful way to go. Glory, glory, what wonderful way to go, his rod is really hot.
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He, he, he….. Na, I wouldn’t think of mocking religions. Have a great day folks…. Love, Peace, Hugs. BBC

Lips more red?

Someone said that Jlee could use more red in her lips. Why not, and a touch more blue in her eyes also. Smirk
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This is pretty good !! When I was in the liquor store a while back they had some Holly Toddy Rum & Brandy booze on special. So I bought a bottle for hot drinks through the winter. My recipe I just made up is pretty good.
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¾ cup of coffee, three large spoonful’s of Rich Cocoa with Marshmallows Hot Cocoa Mix. Nuke for 30 seconds to heat it back up. Add a generous helping of the Holly Toddy booze. Not bad at all.
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Yes, I have heavy shit to say, but I need a break so I’m just messing around. What are you doing today? I may go to the peace protest, or stay home and get some things done here, I never do enough for me and I really should get this place more organized.
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What are you doing for a Sunday service tomorrow? You know that I expect you to make up your own thing. I think that I will hike to the hot springs. Hugs. BBC

Taking the day off

Free tests - Today only

I see that the sick troll has been leaving comments on my friends blogs. He must think they are stupid when all he is doing is showing them how sick he is. *rolls eyes*
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Do not go to this lady’s blog, I repeat, do not go to this lady’s blog. She is too funny and a better writer than I am. I can’t handle the competition, please stay here and screw around with Billy…. Smirk
http://hcblog-hillcountrygal.blogspot.com/
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Four cats = Red dots on your legs from them always jumping in your lap. And pants with little loops of thread. That’s okay, it’s not like I like Martha Stewart anyway. As I’ve said before, she is just a greedy capitalistic businessman with a pussy (I wonder if she ever gets laid?). I should be glad they don’t ALL want to sleep on the bed with me, it’s just a single bed and not big enough for all that pussy at the same time. One does at times, and I made a bed for them on top of the wardrobe closet that they like to use, so they can look down and admire God ya know. Or maybe what they think is their kingdom, cats are like that. Yeah, the cats like to fuck wit God. I need to get a frigging monkey suit, they think I’m a frigging doorman.
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It doesn’t often storm very hard here, but yesterday it got pretty nasty a few times. The wind pealed back some of my roofing that I up on two years ago. Good thing I used expensive underlayment instead of the cheap felt. At least the roof won’t leak until I get up there to fix it.
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I’ll never learn, to stop asking Helen if there is anything she needs. The answer is always the same, sex. Geez, she’s eighty-four years old for crying out loud.
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Life sure takes some weird turns at times. I start a blog (yes, I know there is a lot of muttering and ranting in it, strange journeys are that way) to try to get humanity to believe that humans are in fact God in evolution and it’s taken some weird twists. I get in a pissing contest with a minister and shove a (virtual) dick in his mouth because all he really does is use people. (It’s not the first time I’ve done that, I hate ministers that use people)
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I get in a pissing contest with some sick jerk and he tries to make me look bad and it just makes me more popular. Especially with the ladies, and I’m sitting here thinking….. WTF???? Really, what the fuck did I do???? All I frigging did was love them and flirt with some of them a little. I wasn’t trying to attract women here, yet yesterday I get thirteen emails from women that want to talk to me that way. Weird, but hey, it’s pretty cool. Sorry, but I don’t have time for more email buddies. I have to reserve emails to friends that I have special feelings for, that I think are special, to me anyway. I just don’t have time for cyber sex through emails, as interesting as it is. You will just have to flirt with me on my blog ladies, and yes, be as risque as you like. (((Hugs)))
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He’s just jealous because he tries to flirt with the ladies, rather poorly I dare say, but no sane woman would want to flirt with a sick smelly hippo. I’m surprised how many folks LIKED that fake profile, go figure. Maybe I should thank him for boosting my popularity though. Maybe not, I’m not much into thanking sick people like that. Yeah, life, go figure.
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Sewmouse.. Actually, that minister cracks me up. He doesn’t seem to take a frigging thing seriously. LOL
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Hammer…. I haven’t been able to visit you for two days, off of my bookmark, or off of your comment link, it says the page can’t be found. Any ideas why?
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MM…. Yeah, yeah, I know that we are all, or have been sinners. It just ticks me off when others are bigger sinners than I am. LOL…. It bothers me at times what people do with their money, maybe I shouldn’t be judgmental about that, but I am at times. So many want instant gratification instead of wisely spending their money on things that I think are more important. We didn’t eat out and party out a lot when I was young. We ate at home and did most of our drinking at home, maybe ate a reasonably priced meal out once a month, drove used cars, but we managed to buy a home early. I don’t think a little judgement is a bad thing. Adults too often allow the child in them to control them and make decisions for them. It’s important to honor the child in a body, but life is about growing up and being an adult.
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It irritates me when people complain they can’t afford a home or a nicer place to live. Yet I see how they are pissing their money away. It goes back to “I hear what you are saying, but I see what you are doing.” As for sin, I look at it differently than a lot of people I guess. It’s not a sin to swear in my bible. It’s not a sin to have sex with someone you like. I think there are certain boundaries that should be respected though, like don’t be screwing the neighbors mate, things like that. I’m not going to carry on about this subject right now, hell, its been being tossed around for thousands of years now anyway. All I know is that I would like to get my dick fondled. LOL
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Sometimes I think if you meet someone that you click with right off that you both should jump in the sack, or on the washing machine right away. After you get to know each other better and things start going to hell, at least you had some great sex. But what the hell do I know. Sex is easy, it’s love that is hard, and hurts. Not that it’s ever stopped me from doing it.
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As for, “I do believe in our father & the son.” I learned, or heard, that Jesus was thought of as God in human form. That makes much more sense to me than a lot of the nonsense in the bible. I believe that we are all a part of God/Goddess in human form, evolving (I hope) to a higher, umm, standard so to speak.
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Everything Nice.. (I left this in a comment yesterday but maybe you didn’t get back to read them again) You are such a tease hon. Just what do you know about the Dungeness Spit anyway? I ask because I restored a little clamming cabin there for a lady, the only one left on the bay I think. Now that would make a nice little love nest during a storm. I reckon it would be stormy inside also. Smirk.. Love and Hugs. (Do you really live in this area? If so, then you know how special it is)

Have a great day everyone. Love… Peace… Hugs. BBC

Early Morning Mountains

This is a picture of the Olympic Mountains taken from my driveway yesterday morning. Clipped of course to remove the foreground clutter and reduced in size to post here, but you get the idea. The hot springs are up there. I have this fool idea that someday I will go up there with the right lady to share a pool with. Na, that isn’t going to happen. I’ve given up on that and seek happiness within. (not that I’m not willing to flirt with my wonderful lady friends on the web though). I’m sure that I’ve gotten too complex for most women to understand me anymore. Well, Helen does, but she lives next door and knows and appreciates me better than anyone else.
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Anyway, I needed a trip to the hot springs yesterday (a bad day at the hot springs is better than a good day around the monkeys, noise, traffic jams. Wait, there is no such thing as a bad day in the park at the springs) so I made a spur of the moment decision to go after fixing Helen’s breakfast and taking in some firewood for her. Made sure I had my cheap raincoat this time because the weather was so-so, but I didn’t need it.
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Arrived at the trailhead at ten am sharp, first time I’ve gone there that the parking lot was empty, not a soul in site. At 11:15 I was sitting in a wonderful warm pool being at one with the cosmos and drinking a Natural Lite and thinking the thoughts that are always in my head. Yeah, I know, only other really deep people can understand, or at least appreciate the deep end of my brain pool, lets just keep moving on.
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I was in the pool for an hour and fifteen minutes, it’s higher than the trail so I can look down on it, after about an hour a couple came up the trail, spotted me and I waved at them (no shit, I really am friendly, I just can’t stand small people, often referred to as christians) ((I’m not generalizing, insert your own fucking disclaimer)) (((And while you are at it, here are some extra periods and commas. …….,,,,,,,,, put them wherever the fuck you want to.))) LOL
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They stood on the trail talking to each other for a few minutes and then walked up toward the pool so that we could talk. They where from Portland, Oregon, and this was their first time here and wanted to know about the pools in the area. I explained that the one I was in (my favorite) was the last one that I knew of, and went on to tell them where the ones where that they had just passed.
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Then I invited them to join me because I always like to meet new people and share lives, trades, and experiences with others. That seemed like a great idea to them and they started toward the pool, until I mentioned that I was nude, I thought that it was only fair that they knew before they got there. He turned at looked at her and she vetoed it, whatever. They went to another pool. Different strokes for different folks I guess. Not like the young lady a few months ago that when I was done with the pool and had gotten dressed and was packing up came along. When I mentioned to that couple that had came to the pool that I always enjoyed company as long as they didn’t mind that I was nude she just stripped right in front of me and was fine with it. We talked for about ten minutes before I left, what is the big deal anyway?
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Just as I was fixing to leave and was packing up my gear a hiker came along and hiked up to talk to me. Turns out that he hikes the mountains a lot to get away from the monkeys. A retired physics scientist that worked for the government for years. So we walked back to the parking lot together having interesting conversations.
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At the parking lot a man and woman came over to me and wanted to know how far it was to the springs so I described to them how to get there, and that it was a one-hour walk. He was white appearing, she was a pretty oriental of some sort. He asked about if it was a nude place as they didn’t have suits with them. I replied that it was optional because many Americans have hang ups about such things, they just laughed and headed up the trail. It was a good day in the park
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So lets have some fun now being as I start each day intent on changing the world and having a hell of a lot of fun and the old timers here are waiting for me to tear into a shit for brains monkey. Tear him a new asshole. So lets talk about this little Fuck Wad that made a fake profile about me (that I see he has posted on other blogs also). I could have deleted that comment but as you know, I invite all comers. I wouldn’t think of deleting such a comment, the small minded monkeys have to have their little pleasures also you know. They think they are pulling off fast ones while in truth they are showing the rest of us what idiots they are.
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I’m sure I know who did that. None other than the Bathroom Hippo in blog land, a fucked up Christian attorney, he has done that before. I can piss off a Christian so fast it just proves the insanity in them. Keep in mind that when I say Christian that I’m generalizing. But fuck wads like that are what gives the rest of them a bad name. A few months ago I told him that he was a fucking idiot and he has had it out for me ever since, go figure. Geez, just tie a monkeys dick in a knot. *rolls eyes*
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He made a fake blog to draw me there just so he could call me a pervert but it backfired on him, that information is in some old posts. Of course I’m willing to flirt with the ladies some, everyone knows that.
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We have discussed sex, love, risque, porn, art, perverts and such things as that in past posts. If that fucking shit for brains idiot monkey doesn’t know where I’m at it is his problem. But I honor their visiting here, the small minded monkeys need their little joys also. Umm, have I mentioned yet that he is a fucking idiot?
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What is the difference between a hippo and an attorney? An attorney is the pond scum that the hippo has to wade through, nuff said. Disclaimer: I’m not talking about decent attorneys, just the pond scum. I am impressed with his skills though. I mean, to be able to masturbate with both hands while surfing the web and making fake blogs and profiles shows that he has a real ‘nose’ for the task. Well, all I have to say is, while I can appreciate his gift, he is still a fucking idiot, ah, but I repeat myself.
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And sometimes he sounds convincing, until he gets gleefully excited with his beautiful monkey masterpiece that he just created and starts jumping up and down in glee while beating the keyboard and mouse with his dick and accidentally sends the command “Publish Post”. Then we just see the monkey shit. Have I mentioned that he is a fucking idiot? I want to feel sorry for him but sometimes it’s just real hard to feel sorry for idiots. Those monkeys, they just like to fuck wit God. *rolls eyes* .. Have a nice day fuck wad, but remember, stupid people do not hang out in this blog, and your antics amuses them.
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They are so amusing, we like to talk risque but they (I didn’t say christians) practice it and show us how it is all done.
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Anyway, it’s dollar day at the laundromat, gotta get the skid marks out of my shorts. Try to avoid the insane Christians (insert your own fucking disclaimer). They are like stepping on fucking landmines. Boy, it sure gets interesting over here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, doesn’t it? Love, Peace and Hugs. BBC
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A pastor wanted to raise money for his church and, on being told there was a fortune in horse racing, decided to buy one and enter it in the races. However, at the local auction, the going price for a horse was
so high that he ended up buying a donkey instead. He thought that since he had it he might as well go ahead and enter it in the race and, much to his surprise, the donkey came in third. The next day the local paper carried this headline:
PASTOR'S ASS SHOWS
The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and this time it won. The local paper read:
PASTOR'S ASS OUT FRONT
The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race. The next day, the local paper headline read:
BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR'S ASS
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey. The pastor decided to give it to a nun in a nearby convent. The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:
NUN HAS BEST ASS IN TOWN
The Bishop backfired. He informed the nun that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for ten dollars. The next day, the paper read:
NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10
This was too much for the Bishop, so he ordered the nun to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild. The next days headlines read:
NUN ANNOUNCES HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE
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The Whole Earth Catalog…. I don’t recall that I have ever seen one, the last issue was in 1976. But friend Rick gave me his copy to look at the other day, it has a lot of interesting things in it.
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I want to knock up an Asian, but we’ll talk about that another day……
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Don't leave a comment if you are going to change your mind, ya pussy. It's why anonymous can't post here, well in part because of spam, but also because I don't like folks that hide and won't show their colors. I would never leave an anonymous comment anywhere, that would be below my dignity. If I can't show my true self somewhere, well, fuck it. Hugs of course.

This old comic on my wall says it all

It’s old and thermo sealed in plastic so didn’t scan well, but you should be able to read it.
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Boy, this blog spins off in directions I didn’t foresee when I started it. It’s like it, umm, frigging reflects life, has a life of its own, the way my life has gone over the years. “I’m going that way”, I say to myself, Opp’s a detour. I mean, really, I didn’t percieve any hot chicks showing up in here. What can I say, umm, “Pretty frigging cool!!” LOL
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I just thought of something, Sewmouse. J-G is a Lutheran. They try to hide her, they really do, but she keeps breaking out of the basement… *snort*
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The P-T extinction event, or Great Dying, occurred 251 million years ago when up to 90 percent of all species were snuffed out.
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The planet will survive through many more changes and still have forms of life on it, but I’m not so sure humans will, and they are so interesting. Humans are very subject as to the makeup of the proper amount of gases and such that make up the atmosphere. Changing it too much and they lose their ability to survive here and mother earth isn’t being taken care of. Oh well, being a cockroach again is better than nothing.
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Take care all. Love and Peace… BBC

Back in the seventy's

I have changed the text in my profile, not much, just a bit. Things change you know, evolution is like that, we must change with it or die. We can evolve into a peaceful world where we are godly, or we can evolve into a Star Wars planet. I believe the second path is not a good option and can destroy mankind and the spirit of the earth.
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Lets try to stay a little light today, remember, I start each day intent on changing the world and having one hell of a good time - Sometimes this makes planning the day difficult.
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I found this at a garage sale back in the seventy’s, you may have to click on it to view it good. It is on some type of felt cloth and about printer paper size so I was able to scan it after computers got so common. I also had an artist make a large copy for me, it is framed and hangs on the wall over my computer desk.
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Well, I think this is staying light, with just a little heavy in it (We’re just having a little loving family fight here, right?) They sure are having fun picking on me over at a certain blog. (Ahem) Rusty Fart, or something like that. LOL…. It’s cool, the little folks have to play also. Says that folks shouldn’t insult others yet she also does, isn’t this great entertainment folks? Hell, I think this is a lot of fun. Like I’m supposed to care what a person that doesn’t like the police, seems to approve of the youth smoking, fighting, hides suspects from the police (a possible serious offence had she been caught). Man, this is so fifty years ago, evolution sure is slow. Maybe longer, my dad would have never protected me or any other youth from the police. Those hillbilly’s, go figure. By the way ‘Rusty’, yes, it really is a picture of my dick. But you can’t tell by a picture how big a dick is. Doh!!! HOWEVER, I’m honest and transparent so I will tell you. It’s average size, about six inches, face it, dicks are dicks. But it’s really friendly. :-)
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They don’t vary as much as, umm, tits. BTW, how is the ol’ gravity lesson acting on them? Learn anything? LOL… God I love those folks that pick on me, all this makes me laugh a lot, provides us all with good entertainment. Like no one else trolls *rolls eyes*…. (thanks sewmouse, hugs). I have to drop in to see what they are saying about me, it’s entertaining and gives me new material to work with. I doesn’t make me mad like it does them. They need to neuter those kids or they will raise another generation like I was raised, we need to start improving the gene pool on this planet. He, he, he. Hell haft no fury like a pissed off woman. LOL
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Bathroom Hippo.. Hi buddy, it’s the little dick here. How’s it going, ya little fuck? Oh, wait, you’re an attorney, that was a foregone conclusion. Never mind, we already have all those jokes. :-).. BTW, if you are going to hang out in the bathroom all the time can’t you at least turn the exhaust fan on? Leave all the snide remarks about me on others blogs that you like little buddy, it improves traffic to my site. LOL….. But I don’t beat around the bush, see ya around ya little fuck. .. :-)
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At Beer Church Thursday evening, Tim, the young giant of a man with a big attitude, and new-ish bartender likes to pitch shit on me, okay, he likes to pitch shit on everyone. And he likes to act tough toward a person at times, but I have my comebacks, he doesn’t scare me just because he is twice my size and could snap me in half with one hand. He was tossing them at me and I was tossing them right back. He went over and said something to Char and Ron about me (I didn’t catch it) and I heard her say to him (Char was known me for some time) “You will never win an argument with Bill.” (She has watched me drive a few stupid women crazy)
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He said something like, “Oh yes, I had him on my knee spanking him yesterday.” I came back with, “That was really weird, me on his knee with my dick up his ass.” *folks spew drinks* Tim wanders off to find something else to do. LOL
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I have competition, this minister is a hoot, I didn’t know that Lutherans could be fun, check him out.
http://generalscuttlebutt.blogspot.com/
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I happen to have known and been friends with cops, they are just trying to do their jobs the best they can keeping a bunch of monkeys and hillbilly’s in line. If you don’t like the police, the next time you need help, call your mother. Have a great day everyone. Hugs. BBC

Hammer's Miracle

Ever try to keep four cats together for a picture? Good luck with that. Teenage pussy’s do what they want to do.
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Addressing Hammer’s miracle today.
http://whenyouronlytoolisahammer.blogspot.com/2006/11/miracle.html
I’ve always preferred a hatchet myself. One face will do for a hammer, the other face is useful for other things.
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I’m not going to put his whole story in here, you can go read it on his blog. Hammer said, “I'll start off by saying I'm not a religious person in the traditional sense. I am also skeptical to the extreme.” …. I can relate to that, I always was, especially when it came to Christianity, and now other religions now that I’ve looked at them more closely. But strange things have happened to me over the course of my life that I can’t fully explain. But it’s why I’ve become spiritual only, trying to be in tune with and understand the spirit of the planet, mother earth. Do I believe what he says happened? Yup. Can I explain it? Nope, not fully anyway, but I will try in part.
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He goes on to say, “Immediately the wind began to whip around me wildly and it roared through my ears. I tried to relax and ignore the wind. Suddenly I felt pressure on my stomach. For some reason I couldn't open my eyes and whenever I tried to fight it or sit up the wind would press me back onto the rock. Suddenly the pressure on my midsection turned to fingers that pressed into my body. It felt as if they were re-arranging my guts. As soon as it started it ended. The wind suddenly stopped as well. I figured I was delirious from being sick and the physical exertion. I kind of blew the whole thing off.
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There are things we simply do not know or understand yet. As I said, I’ve experienced things that lead me to believe that there is some mysterious power at work. And I’ve spoken to many others that have experienced things. That isn’t to say that it is a perfect power, an omnipotent power, or that it can always be relied on. And he was on sacred Native American land, there has always been strange things about it. The natives where often more in tune with nature and mother earth, before the European land thieves came along and started screwing them over and up. Putting a Christian insanity in them also.
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He went on to say, ”Whatever happened that day cured me from a supposedly incurable disease and quite possibly saved my life. …. As I said, I believe it. For about fifteen years I’ve had a mystery medical problem, won’t bother to explain it but the doctors keep telling me that they can’t find anything wrong with me. That I’m healthy as a horse. When it gets bad enough, is hurting me a lot and hindering my ability to function well, I’m just ‘taken over’, so to speak.
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Usually I’m lying on the bed and I fall into a deed breathing spell (I don’t do this on purpose, remember, I haven’t asked for this to happen, any more than Hammer did) and feel surrounded by an energy. After a while my pain is gone and my energy is back. This has happened not just once but a number of times.

A reader stated, hmmm, well I am very skeptical about anything supernatural or mystical myself. Maybe, that's why this kinda stuff never happens to me. ….Said commenter, not being spiritual or religious, has most likely never recognized any miracles in her life, or at least attributed them to some mysterious power. I of course do not believe in the biblical God myself. Or the Buddha, or most of that other yadda yadda out there. And many of those so-called Christians have an insanity in them that I don’t want to be associated with.
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Kat said... I believe in miracles. My Cherokee Father would have said you were destined to accomplish something lofty, and that's why the spirits intervened.…. I wouldn’t discount that at all. Have a purpose I call it, even though it may not turn out to be greatly lofty. I feel that mine, aside from having to live from day to day and have some fun, is to mock religions, make them look ridiculous. Try to convince folks that we are God in evolution. That is what the cosmos wants me to do so I do it. It appears that Hammer hasn’t found his yet though, if in fact he ever does. But anyone can feel free in joining me in mocking religions, there is power in numbers.
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What is more interesting to me, even though Hammer didn’t mention it, is my (or his) eventual death. We know that has to happen someday, powers or no powers. Either by some random event or of natural causes. I’m looking forward to my death with great interest. At times I’ve wanted off of this stupid greedy warring planet anyway, but asking to be removed doesn’t work worth a damn. I wake up the next morning with the cosmos mocking me, saying “Okay you little prick, time to get back to work.” Boy, the cosmic powers are a bunch of sadistic bastards with really strange senses of humor.
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I don’t prey, don’t believe in it, I don’t expect to ever be able to help heal anyone else, don’t even want to try in fact. But it does seem like I have been gifted all my life. Part of a plan? I often wonder about that, but I’m not sold on it. Not any preconceived plan from in the beginning anyway. There may well be some sort of a plan, but like all plans, it is always in flux and changing, depending on what is going on here. I could say more about that, but I won’t.
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Spotted in the news: Christian Population Falls in Holy Land, blah, blah, blah, “"Here is where Jesus was born and over there, across the hill in Jerusalem, is where he was crucified," Shomali said. "We Christians now feel like we are on the cross."” More blah, blah, blah.
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Well excuse me, but why should anyone give a shit about where (one) Jesus was born and died? And fighting over it all, how frigging stupid can the monkeys get? Get over what happened 2006 years ago, just get the fuck over it and stop fighting about it. Because the same thing happens everyday everywhere here, right now. ALL land is sacred. I swear, frigging Christian’s, frigging Muslim’s, what a bunch of frigging idiots. Here is something interesting I spotted on a blog, “We’re human beings for fuck’s sake, we can do anything, and we will evolve to a “God-like” state, it’s inevitable.” …. Right, pretty much what I keep saying. But these religious fools keep screwing everything up.
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If you believe in Jesus, fine, do so, but you don’t have to consider yourself a Christian because of it, just believe in the spirit. That was just some brainwashing that was put into you. Jesus never frigging asked anyone to build frigging religions around him. Quite frankly, he thinks that you are all a bunch of fools.
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Umm, complicated people that think at different levels than others can’t expect hillbilly’s that have leaned some fancy words to understand and appreciate them. Nuff said.
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Paris, I haven’t been able to view your blog for two days hon, I just get an empty page. I wonder if anyone else has this problem at your site.
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Part of my post yesterday was in hopes of getting a strike because I was fishing. But some days the fishing is just slow. He, he, he. Artookas is such a devious bastard. LOL ….. I suppose that she is still stuck on that other post, admiring it. I wanted to suggest that if she turned her monitor upside down that she could have ol’ smiley face coming down on her. LOL …. But being a power tripper I suppose that she prefers going down on it. Have a great day folks. .. Hugs, BBC

A late night post

Just a little something I wrote.
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(Door opens)
She is standing there in a light sexy summer dress. Anger and fire in her eyes and nostrils flaring.
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Silence.
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Looking right into her eyes he raises a flat palm and very lightly touches her left breast, then starts circling the palm, he can feel the nipple swelling under the light summer bra. He raises his other hand and does the same to the right breast, and can feel the heat flowing into his palms. She stands there staring at him with the fire in her eyes, breathing deeply.
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He walks behind her and cups both breasts from behind and kneads them lightly as he teases her ears with his tongue. Then he guides her into the home, right to the bedroom where the late afternoon sun streams in through the blinds. Still behind her, still teasing her ears he unbuttons the front of her dress and removes it.
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Slowly, being in no hurry he touches and caresses every reachable exposed part of her sensuous body before removing her undies. The bra first as he gently teases the exposed and swelled nipples. Then getting on his knees he caresses and teases her legs from top to bottom, going near but not touching the vagina area. Removing her panties he turns her around facing him. Kissing her navel he teases the sensitive area behind her knees and she almost buckles from the sweet sensation.
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He spreads her legs some and gently fingers her clitoris and feels the juices flowing from the volcano’s exit. She is ready now but he wants to take her higher, tease her more, make her want him more. Make her ache for him. He stands, and looking right into her eyes caresses the sides of her flowing liquid body. She pulls him toward the bed and lies down on it.
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He stands over her and reaches down with his left hand and fingers her until she climax’s. He then gets on the bed and raises her legs up and enters her with his throbbing penis. Slowly back and forth, stopping at times to hold his hips against her hard for a few moments. They keep staring at each other with out saying a word as he brings her back up again, the sun is starting to fade.
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She feels a mighty eruption coming again but is determined to make him go off at the same time. He just keeps pumping in and out while smiling at her, at times kissing her breasts. She tries, really tries to hold it back but it has too much power and she blows again. She is spent, all energy gone, and falls into a deep blissful sleep.
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He reaches for a cigarette, lights it, takes a deep drag, exhales and says. “You’re right Nancy, it is better when she doesn’t talk.”

Boy

Boy, I’m telling you, parts of me is so far behind that the front part of me just had a rear ender with my ass. No, you don’t want to picture that.
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Damn, you did anyway didn’t you? The happy faced dick up my ass. LOL
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Stop thinking about it….. Really. LOL
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Boy, I had a busy week, as many did, I think we all need a rest. And we had a small crew for the Friendship Dinner yesterday so I was very busy. Yup, I’m tired, but not as stressed as I have been for a few months. Not that I think anything will improve a lot now, we’ll see, I’m backing off on politics for a bit.
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I did not know that picture of me existed until the other day when George sent me an email with it as the background, George likes to use backgrounds in his emails. Last year when the tall ships where in the area some of the fellows at the UU Fellowship expressed the desire to go out to take pictures of them. So I offered to take them out on my boat, that is the best way to take those kind of pictures with boats like that under full sail as they came over to Port Angeles from Victoria. It was a good day for all and they got some great picture’s.
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George snapped the pic of me at the pilots station as I watched everything pertaining to piloting a boat in busy waters with a lot of security added because of 9/11. When Coast Guard skiffs with machine guns mounted on them are watching you like a hawk you keep hoping that you don’t do something that might piss them off. 9/11 has been a pain in the ass all around.
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Yup, I’m getting old, bags, lines, wrinkles showing up all over. A nose that is getting bigger, hairs popping out where they never have before. And I wear it all with pride, I’ve tried to shove 250 years of experiences, learning, and wear and tear onto a 63 year old body, I’m surprised I’m still here. Yup, I’ve been down a lot of dirt roads, it shows, so I’m getting ugly, so what, I earned it baby, believe me, I EARNED IT !!!! I was a handsome kid though, don’t you think? From the looks of it, I have always been, umm, studying, staring out, trying to understand it all.
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I see that Scott Adam’s is also having problems with one of the members of the Insane Chicks Society. Some chicks *rolls eyes*. But some problems are just best fixed by pissing on them. I’m not running a bleeding hearts club here, not putting frosting on fucked up brains so that they can feel good about themselves instead of growing up. Live is hard, get the fuck over it.
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I suppose that most of my readers also read his blog, but the comment I left was: That was just to godfuckingdamnit funny. Yup, it's the Internet. The days of trying to enforce copy writes are over. She'll just have to get over it. And your response was great, sometimes you can fix a problem by pissing on it.
Billy B
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In the news: McCain to launch 2008 exploratory panel (his picture in the article)….. Is it just me or are about 90 percent of Republicans Christians, fat, ugly, mouthy, stupid, insane, and not sharing their riches with others? Talk to me.

Super smart sons of a bitches. Every so often I run into some someone that thinks that they are super smart. Usually they are business monkeys or educators with puffed up egos about their self importance, and bragging to you how smart they think they are. Whereas I just think that I’m your average smart son of a bitch. But when they show up I give them a test that I devised. I send them an email telling them that there is a hidden message in the email and that if they are so damn smart to tell me what it is. They never figure it out, that I inserted some white text on a white background, you can’t read it unless you highlight all the text. That little trick works every time. Hell, I can pull it on them again a year later and they have forgotten it already. So I get to write back and remind them that they are fucking stupid. LOL
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Lusty thinks that I have an alternate identity or persona. She also said, “That is not the point.
I just have a thing for old phoneys...like I despise them. Haven't you ever had someone just creep you out?”…. Well, that is her problem, but I don’t have an alternate identity. I’m me, this is real, how could anyone make this up? Who in the fuck on the blogs is being more real and transparent than I am? And here is another real deal, I don’t give a fuck what she thinks, she has never bothered to get to know me, okay. It freaks her out just by my telling her that I love her because she took it out of context. Blah, they don’t even do hugs over there, I’m moving on, always moving on.
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Tomorrow is Sunday, I will post about Hammer’s miracle then. Hugs, BBC

New Plate

I went to the courthouse to renew my registration today and they gave me new plates. I guess they do that every seven years whether you need them or not. Cool, I got two B’s and a 69, the cosmos sure smiled on me today.
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Sewmouse… I have a thing about blue also, most of my clothes have blue in them.
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We’re right pleased about that new plate over here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Salon and Whorehouse. Hugs, BBC

Tattoo's

A lady, I don’t recall which one because I look at so many blogs, was saying something about tattoo’s. Personally, I don’t get them. Well, for the most part anyway. I see people all the time that have tattoo’s all over their body’s. Bitching because they don’t have homes and such. Well, hello? Tattoo’s are expensive, all the other stupid shit you folks do, like booze and drugs are expensive. Don’t whine to me because you don’t have a home, I bought my first home in my middle twenty’s.
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Mostly I think tattoo’s are stupid. But !!! Having said that, I do have one. I did it myself when I was about sixteen. The initials where added later. They are LC, meaning Laurel Cook, my stupid Christian wife. Okay, so I had a weak moment, I got over it and will one day have it changed to LG. Love Goddess.
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Any who, I think that small discrete tattoo’s are fine. Every woman should have a butterfly, flower or some such thing on her breast or butt. For me to kiss of course. (Smirk) But walking scenery just doesn’t make much sense to me even though some of it is interesting. And a lot of it isn’t well thought out and is just stupid. That’s just my two bits worth of course.
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I’m still giving thought to Hammer’s post of his miracle, and will reply to it soon, but today I just want to relax, lick some tattoo’s. :-)
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Well, as long as I’m being a little sensuous, I’ve stumbled across a few blogs in the last few days that makes Lusty seem rusty. I mean, these gals are steaming. Maybe Lusty should stayed on track instead of wondering off in different directions. But we all have our own journeys don’t we?
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I don’t have time to read their blogs but they are pretty cool. Besides, I don’t need to read their minds, not with my imagination. LOL
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Have a great day folks. Oh, ladies, send me pic’s of your tattoo’s, the more skin, the better, it’s all about the love ya know… LOL…. Hugs. BBC

Polls

Polls? oh, Polls. I thought you said POLES !! As in the Maypole, or the Easterpole.
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Hello, this is the folks over at Polly’s Honky Tonk Salon and Whorehouse, and we are conducting an exit poll. Was it as good for you as it was for us?
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Looks like the Dem’s got back control of the house, now if they just don’t fuck up. But it seems that politics is all about fucking up. We’ll just have to wait and see how it goes.
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It’s laundry day, dollar day at the laundromat, gets the hash marks out of my shorts in case company shows up.
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I really should take time out to learn Blogger a little better and brush up on my html code that I haven’t used for years, I’m a bit rusty on some things. But God just never shuts the fuck up. LOL
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Please stay on the line, your call is important to us. Have a great day everyone. Hugs. BBC

Cheney's hunting partners

Can voting machines be tampered with? According to the How Stuff Works site they sure can.
http://people.howstuffworks.com/ref/vote-tampering.htm

Frankly, I don’t get these people that think they are Internet detectives. Tracking people through ISP’s and hit counters and such things as that trying to prove their existence or location. Here is a news alert for you. Most of us are using sites like Blog Spot that host our blogs. Any tracking, or whatever you call it, we called it pinging in the early days, I haven’t bothered with it for years, it will only show you the ISP address of the site that is hosting you. It hasn’t got a damn thing to do with where you are actually at. Ditto for hit counters and such. You can’t prove anything by that, meaning, you are wasting your time trying.
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Now, smack yourself on the forehead *Smack*, okay, repeat after me, “Doh!!! How stoooopid can I be?”
Geez, I’m surrounded by frigging idiots, and the really depressing part is that I think I should be your leader. LOL
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For example, J-G said on Lusty’s blog, “Anyway, there are multiple persons operating that blog using the billy cook id.” That woman doesn’t have a frigging clue what she is talking about, and neither does Lusty. Very few people have their own servers sitting in their front rooms you idiots. Smack your forehead and repeat after me……… LOL … Even if I had my own server it wouldn’t mean a thing, it could be anywhere, maintained by someone else. Doh!!!! The only way to prove to yourself who I am is to drop by and meet me, bring your own refreshments. Oh, and bring pizza, or pussy. Oh well, I should feel lucky that she hasn’t spammed the email address shown in my profile.
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Even if someone had the email address that is associated with my ISP they wouldn’t be able to prove much by trying to track it either. There is only one blogger buddy that has that address, her I trust, but I sure wouldn’t give it to a nut like J_G.
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Tit and Tat
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I wanted to post about something that is posted on Hammer’s (his miracle, that I BTW can fully believe) blog today, but we got distracted with some entertainment yesterday even though the guest of honor didn’t show back up, and I had already gotten most of what I was going to post on Monday written on Sunday. So I’m just going to keep chugging along here and will go ahead and post it today. Hopefully I can post my thoughts about what Hammer said tomorrow.
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The difference between cats and dogs is that dogs understand the word no.
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The little bit of rain gutter that I put up fills a fifteen water barrel in very little time. I put a fifty-five gallon one there and will see how it does. Maybe I will buy a thousand gallon one. The rain in this area provides some of the best water available anywhere.
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Sparkle, thank you for your nice words hon. Gracie, you also hon, Hugs. It’s okay about the crazy religious chicks in here, I think they just brighten up the whole room, don’t you? I mean, they are just here to entertain us, and you know that they want me. What? They have another motive? Well gosh, for the life of me I can’t fathom what it might be. I thought they where just dropping in to fondle me.
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But really I don’t expect to find what I’m looking for, someone to finish this strange spiritual journey with me. It’s okay, I’m fine alone. Maybe she doesn’t exist anymore. Not in this country anyway, this country is full of fruitcakes and I’m so frigging delusional that I think I should be their leader. LOL… By the way, Sparkle, do you really think that marriage is a mistake? I’ve always felt that you should keep doing it until you get it right. I would do it again, only I’m a lot more careful these days. I fully believe that it helps hold a couple together better, gives them a special bond. It’s kind of like the ultimate expression of love. But, what do I know. Or to put it in a humorous way, a man wants a woman to marry him so that it’s illegal for her to have sex with other men. LOL
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Have you read the Di Vinci Code. That is what I am looking for, and I don’t suppose that I have to explain to you what I mean if you have read that book. But that soul, that one soul, that can look into my eyes and hold my hand and not be in any hurry while we make love. Like Jesus and Mary did, but they don’t mention that in the stupid bibles they have over here.
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You folks fussing with J_G, and women like her, you may as well give it up, but she is always welcome here. :-) She believes she is a victim, and she wants you to feel sorry for her because she has always been a victim. She believes that all the shit that has came down on her in her life is the fault of something or someone else. That because she hasn’t found much love is because of everyone else. That the men in her life where all more or less trash. I suspect that she hasn’t ever looked in a mirror and admitted that she was responsible for some of it. That she was the cause of some of her troubles and problems.
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She can get to you emotionally, make it sound real good. Tug at your heart some, and then come right back and trash you because you don’t always see her as the victim. Believe me, I know women like her all to well, knowing them has helped make me a pretty good psychologist. She reminds me a lot of my wife, she could be very convincing also. For example J-G said, “Because I'm damn fed up with people thinking they have to attack someone and act uncivilized to make their point.” Odd, because that is exactly what she does, she gets very insulting in fact.
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As for my wife, I didn’t learn enough the first time, I went back for seconds. But ‘victims’ turn you into the victim, following me here? Life is about lessons, you keep getting them over and over until you learn them, or not. But having said that, there was a kind of love or affection there also. Maybe I shouldn’t have went back, but we always do things with the best of intentions I think. Well, some assholes don’t, but most of us do I think. Besides, in my defense I have to say…….. he, he, he……. She had a really nice pussy. LOL
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Sigh, Nancy (BSB) deleted her blog, sent me an email with a few kind words so we are staying in touch a bit through email What a shame, she is special, had so much to share with us. I’m sure that we all feel a loss. Maybe she will decide to start another blog. She inspired me, I’m trying to figure out how to raise some money for a worthy cause via having my head shaved. Here’s to you BSB, you rock!!!
Have a good day folks. Hugs … BBC

Entertainment?

It appears that J_G wants to entertain us for a while so I’m not going to do much of a post today. I refer you to yesterdays post and comments. Enjoy, feel free to chip in with your two bits worth. :-) Hugs.

It's Sunday already?

People that have been visiting this blog for a while know that they will not get a Sunday sermon or service here, even though I am a card carrying minister. That card is just bullshit, a course I took, to satisfy some government requirements. It makes me look more important in certain circles. If you are new here and want to see how a Sunday service should be to you go to my blog post of
http://bbc98362.blogspot.com/2006/10/sunday-fellowship.html
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Sparkles Spanked Me.
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Well, not really, not that I would mind that, but she asked for me to revile eight things about myself. I’m so open on my blog that there isn’t much I haven’t reviled about myself. But no new visitor has time to go through all of the old blog posts. And there are a few things I can come up with I suppose, maybe even more than eight. And some of them haven’t been mentioned before
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My first sexual experience (other than with my hand) was at the age of twenty, in the front seat of a 1954 Plymouth Station Wagon, with a lady I barely knew. I was on leave partying with friends in a town that I used to live in.
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I’ve cut my own hair for years. I pick my own nose and scratch my own butt. But I’ve patted others. :-)
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I’ve been married five times. Three times where short ones, two times were to the children’s mother. Haven’t been married to anyone since 1987.
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When my wife died, ex wife actually as we were divorced again, my daughter was living with me as her mother was being a Hitler.
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My son is adopted, he came with the wife.
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I had a daughter with my first wife that I haven’t seen since she was very young. She was adopted by the man that married her mother, fair enough.
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Before moving here I lived for twelve years with a woman 18 years older than me. It was the most stable relationship I’ve ever been in. (No, it wasn’t like a mother thing, she just really liked sex. :-), Well, she was a pretty good woman also.)
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I was beat a lot as a child, I never beat my children.
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My wife would beat on me until I would hit her back. I once spent ten days in jail for that.
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Many of my female friends are much older or younger than I am. Many women around my age are really screwed up. The few I do get along with well are the smartest of the lot.
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The biggest mistake I may have ever made was the decision to move back in with family when I was about eleven. Before that I was a high grades student with an above average IQ for that age.
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The dumbest thing I may have ever done, was stay there until I went into the Navy.
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I did not fucking take dads cigarettes, my brother did, I just got the whipping for it.
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I sure got good at hot-wiring the cars though. :-)… No wonder I went on to become a master mechanic.
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I would walk to the next town picking up bottles out of the ditch and redeem them at the tavern. Walk back home on the other side of the highway picking up bottles from that ditch, redeem them at the grocery store, go back in the evening and steal them and sell them to the tavern. Hey, it’s fucking called capitalism. LOL
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The Catholic priest was on my paper route. Always gave me a good tip. Told me it wouldn’t buy a hooker but it would buy a good cigar. It was a fucking mining town, why wouldn’t the cheap son of a bitch give me enough for a hooker? Not that I would have known what to do with her at sixteen, I thought a pecker was for pissing on rocks and bugs. Or writing in the snow.
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Spotted on a ladies blog, a beautiful new word. Godfuckingdamnit. Wow, it was getting late in the day, I was beginning to worry that I wasn’t going to learn anything that day, and she came through for me.
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Okay you Yahoo’s at Lusty’s, I have some things to say to you. Hippo, like I’m supposed to care if I piss off your right wing Christian friends that are fucking this planet up? Just ask me if I give a fuck, you dip shit. You, you…. Pussy.
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Lusty seems to think that I insult everyone, but she doesn’t see the trend. I only insult stupid bullheaded right wing Christians, and a few other complete bullheaded idiots. I’ve never said anything but nice things to her and about her. If she doesn’t see that, well, fuck it, I won’t comment on her blog anymore. I have plenty of friends in my own and others blogs to play with.
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Just because I’ve said that I love you, Lusty, it doesn’t make me a pervert, so don’t take it out of context. It’s not my fault if your other friends don’t say it, that you are not used to seeing it. It’s not, “I love you and want to have sex with you. It’s I love you because you are you.” You didn’t see Jlee freaking out just because we told each other that we love each other and use sexual innuendoes between each other at times. I love you, so just fucking get over it.
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You didn’t expose me, you have never understood me, and you don’t know me. You don’t even know yourself yet.
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It isn’t just politics with Jennifer, it’s also about her stupid right wing Christian beliefs. And any of you that don’t completely agree with her will just piss her off. The current thread on your blog makes that pretty clear. Yes, Jennifer, please do, throw your fucking computer out the window, thank you very much. You won’t let anyone love you anyway. If I can’t tell someone I love them without them freaking out, well, screw them, screw all of you. Like Ron said, go look in a fucking mirror.
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Yes, Jennifer, I have been a truck driver and in 48 states and a third of Canada. I’ve also been a service manager, master mechanic, inventor, builder, business owner and many other things that you will never be, so what? Get over it and yourself.
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Okay, some humor now.
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It's 3:00 A.M. and Goldie wakes up to see her husband pacing the floor. "Morris, why can't you sleep?" she asks him. "You know our next door neighbor, Sam. I borrowed $1000 from him, and it's due tomorrow morning and I don't have the money. I don't know what I'm going to do." Morris replies. Goldie gets out of bed and opens the window. "Sam!" she shouts, and several times more, "Sam! Sam!" Finally a very groggy Sam opens the window opposite her and yells back, "What, what is it? It's 3 AM, what do you want?" Goldie says, "You know the $1000 my husband owes you? He doesn't have it." She then slams the window shut and turns to Morris and says, "Now you go to sleep and let Sam pace the floor."
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"The Wal-Mart chain is refusing to sell a book written by WWF superstar Mankind because the book contains a picture of a naked elf. Everywhere Wal-Mart shoppers are asking themselves the same
question, "What's a book?"
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That TZ, what a funny guy: The guy who delivers our office supplies has a heavy Portuguese accent, and when he saw the National Geographic video about seals sitting on the table he smiled broadly and
shouted, "Foka! Foka!" "No," I said, "If you fuck one of those in this country I'm pretty sure you'll go to prison on some 'humping and endangered species' charge." "No, no, no," he said quickly. "Foka mean 'seal' in Portuguese." "I see," I said pointing to the big seal next to the little seal in the picture. "So I'm betting that that's the mother foka?"
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There was a great eruption of a south Sea island volcano. The witch doctor appealed to the tribal chief, demanding that a virgin be sacrificed to appease the volcano. The chief apologized, "I've used up all the virgins myself, so I guess we'll just have to get used to the noise."
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Two deaf people get married and during the first week of marriage they find that they are unable to communicate in the bedroom with the lights out; since they can't see each other signing, or lips to lip-read. After several nights of fumbling around and many misunderstandings, the wife figures out a
solution. Honey, why don't we agree on some simple signals? For instance, at night, if you want to have sex with me, reach over and squeeze my left breast one time. If you don't want to have sex, reach over and squeeze my right breast two times. The husband thinks this is a great idea. He suggests to his wife if she wants to have sex with him, reach over and pull on my penis one time. If you don't want to have sex, pull on my penis two hundred and fifty times.
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Have a peaceful Sunday all, go now in love and peace… BBC

My Retreat

That is a picture of my thirty-two foot boat (Boy, had a hard time getting a new post today, Blogger seems to be having a fit) , before I put a radar unit on it, anchored in Discovery Bay, where I once spent two days and nights at one with self and the cosmos. It wasn’t fancy on the outside but it had good running gear, new tanks and wiring and was very dependable. I made a special carburetor for it and it got decent fuel consumption for that size of a boat. Didn’t go fast but I didn’t care about that. It wasn’t real pretty on the outside but it had a wonderful warm cabin inside. The berth was cedar lined and the cabin was all mahogany. She has an eleven-foot beam and a NINE foot wide cabin, one foot makes a lot of difference. Table and two seats on the left side, and a head. Long seat and small kitchen area on the right side. A very comfortable and serviceable setup compared to other boats the same size.
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I didn’t take her out a lot, but did invite others to go out on it with me to watch the fireworks on the forth of July. Best seat in the house and no traffic to fight later. And a head for anyone that needed it.
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But, it was always at its berth in the marina and I spent many a night on that boat having mighty struggles and arguments with the cosmos, reading books, writing on my laptop, and sleeping under the special quilt that Laurel Ann made for me, it was my retreat. Sometimes I spent days on her. The heat was left on because I also went there in the winter, she was always waiting there, welcoming me. I built a seagull nest and mounted it on the seawall and watched families of gulls come and go. Last spring a goose couple even used it, but a coon got her eggs.
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I took a woman there once, for an, umm, spiritual experience. That went over like a fart in church, turned out that she was just a ‘bad Catholic’ (her own words) that wanted to be screwed, like a monkey. Oh well, romantic as she was in some ways, she is first and foremost just a spoiled brat with a short fuse and a big temper.
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I sold her last fall, they are raising the moorage rates every year for the next five years. They want to make this an upscale marina, to hell with common folk. It’s okay, she served her purpose very well at the time, it was time to move on. I now hike to the hot springs often, and I’ve bought a small camp trailer that I will fix up and use as a retreat, it will be more flexible. And I have this comfy room (to me), with the owl chalice over the head of my bed, all is well. Here, but the rest of the world, boy, it’s scary out there.
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I’m changing comments to registered bloggers only. Some anonymous comments don’t bother me, I just think they are cowards that won’t display anything about themselves. I’m changing it because of the idiot that spams us with money making crap. It’s tiresome deleting those posts.
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Sorry, no jokes today, I felt like being deep. Well, Lusty doesn’t like me anymore I guess, thinks that I am a troublemaker, it’s alright, she isn’t as much fun anymore anyway, but how about a deep thought? The world needs gadflies willing to poke everyone in the forehead. Love, Peace… Hugs. BBC

Hey Nancy (Evening Post)

I have a coffee cup I bought years ago in a Hallmark shop. I know that you love your school and children, it’s just the administration you have issues with, right? I wrote about school administrators fifteen years ago when I put out a weekly newsletter in Utah. And things haven’t improved a bit, gotten worse actually. Anyway, what this coffee cup says on it. “There were a helluva lot of things they didn’t tell me when I hired on with this outfit.”
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I’ve been to many meetings where administrators and those ilk are spewing forth with their monkey droppings. A few times I’ve said something like, “That’s an interesting piece of mental masturbation.” They just stand there looking stupid. Oh, wait, they are stupid, with diplomas, can’t get over themselves. They need a good case of the clap.
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That minister that is in the news…… I got to wondering…… if he would like to butt fuck God. And what I should charge should I decide to prostitute myself. :-) Those idiot Christians can be very entertaining, it’s too bad they are so damaging. He is trying to weasel out of it of course, and that brings us to the thought of the day: You can’t polish a turd.
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It was a pretty decent day, other than some rain, but it was warm. I got up one piece of rain gutter and a tube to a water barrel. You asked how I keep coming up with all this shit. Well, the cosmos has a magical way of connecting me with all this ‘shit’. Don’t ask me how it works, I just go with the flow and let it happen. :-)
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&*&%$#@ traffic, the money mongers are totally screwing up this town. There is only one way in and out with no alternate routes in some places. A Pepsi truck had nailed a car in the side, the side!! On a one way street, a one way street, and not at an intersection, I’m not clear how that happened but it sure screws things up when that happens. And at lunch today I had to listen to two businesmen talking (I did have to bend an ear a bit to hear the monkey shit), yup, this country is in deep shit.

You lucky twerp

You have won an all expense paid cruise on my luxury cruise liner. For the simple reason that you are frigging special. LOL
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I don’t have time to write a lot today, I’m busy stalking someone. :-) Always remember, you are the hunter, or the hunted……. Smirk. Hugs, BBC

If you've had kids

Jack London

Hey, check the 9 Chickweed Lane comic today, good one.
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I just thought of Lilly Tomlin. Ringy dingy, ringy dingy. Boy, she was a hoot, we need comics like her back. There are serious things I could talk about but right now the world is so stressed out that we need more humor.
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It’s official, the most spiritual people are peaceful, fun loving, reasonably good at loving, risque, and, umm, perverts. LOL… Just kidding, lets say seductive, having a need that needs to be fulfilled.
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Quote of the day, provided by The Future Was Yesterday. I posted, “There are a bunch of perverts that read this blog. Some of them might even be (groan) Christians.” Yesterday shot back with, “If you want authenticity, they are the ones that can provide it, when it comes to "Christianity" and perverts.”
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I stopped at Beer Church for two beers Halloween eve (early evening). I was talking to a lady that was getting tanked up for a flight to Indonesia and was flying out in an hour. First there was a short flight from here to Seattle and a short layover, enough to visit a couple airport lounges, then a 13 hour flight on China Air to Bali. Her husband is working in Iraq and they are meeting there for some hanky panky, or something. She should be ‘aware’ by then, unless they serve booze on the flight. Do they still serve booze on flights? I haven’t been on an airplane for years. So I looked up Indonesia on Wikipedia just to refresh my memory. “Terrorism, linked to extreme Islamism, has been a critical challenge to the Indonesian Government since 2000. The most deadly attack came in 2002, killing 202 people, including 164 international tourists, in the resort town of Kuta, Bali.”…. It looks like there is a lot of turmoil there, not sure I would want to go there other than to see some of the historical sites and peaceful back country. And I can do that on the web.
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Jack London, interesting man. Lived life like I have by having many adventures and experiences, only he got famous doing so. I’ve read some of his works but didn’t know a lot about him, isn’t the web great for things like that?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_London

I would rather be ashes than dust!
I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot.
I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.
The function of man is to live, not to exist.
I shall not waste my days trying to prolong them.
I shall use my time.
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After God had finished the rattlesnake, the toad, and the vampire, he had some awful substance left with which he made a scab. A scab is a two-legged animal with a corkscrew soul, a water brain, a combination backbone of jelly and glue…….. LOL… He was talking about a scab, but it pretty much fits mankind.
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A friend over in Sequim, a very smart weird man, sent me a web address for a personality test.
http://memoriter.net/flash/test.html (Not really worth looking at)
I shot right back with….. Fuck man, what gave you the idea that I had any kind of a personality? LOL
He shot right back with….. Well, I had to forward that thing to SOMEBODY. (Too funny)
He is the moderator for the Thursday Conversation Café meetings, where they discuss interesting subjects, and never come to conclusions or agreements. I’ve been to a few of them but I have mixed feelings about them. I like meetings where you come to agreements and conclusions. Like I stand up and say “Yadda, yadda, mumble, mumble.” And everyone sits there in awe and says, “Oh wow, now I get it, thanks for explaining that, God.” But too often I have to sit there and say, “Man, I’m surrounded by fuckin’ idiots.” LOL (Hey, don’t think I haven’t done that)
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BSB…. I’ve lived all kinds of ways, from under the stars to in nice homes. In big and small towns. I’m not really into modern homes. I’m a country hick and like the ‘warmth’ of an old country home. To me there is just something fuzzy and loving about them. They just kind of wrap themselves around you, know what I mean? I bought my first home in my middle twenties. Don’t recall the address but it was up the hill on the last street in town, next to a doctors home. It wasn’t big and fancy, but it was a good place to raise the kids. Mornings where my special time alone, I would spend a couple of hours sitting at the window reading, drinking coffee, and looking down at ‘my’ town. I loved it up there, but then the wife found a much nicer one in town, it just wasn’t the same.
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Anyway, antiques. This area is full of good old country folks, settlers from way back, and their offspring. This area is full of antiques, only here they consider it their furniture. Well, maybe I’m not just an old country hick, maybe I’m just a bum.
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BSB (http://nancy40bsb.blogspot.com/) is very interesting, I really like her, shaved her head to raise money for a charity, bless her heart. I’ve heard that shaving your head is very interesting, that you can’t stop playing with it, fondling it. Hell, I would shave my head also, if it had a nipple on top of it. LOL
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So, Ann, the owner of the Beer Church I go to some, has this black tee-shirt that she seems quite fond of. I call it the fuck shirt. It basically says fuck everything from the post office to the government and work. The whole front of the shirt is fuck this and fuck that. Knowing her sense of humor, I wouldn’t be surprised if it also said ‘Fuck Me”.
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At the laundromat yesterday I spotted a brand new issue of the National Geographic’s Traveler special edition. 94 places rated best and worst, so I swiped it. :-) …… Austin, Texas is rated as The Best Little City in America. Not that it is little, but the author says that it seems little because of the way it operates. It does seem like a pretty cool town, I mean, with a city motto like “Keep Austin Weird”, gotta like that. It seems to be chuck full of honkytonks and music, weird (characters) people and other interesting things. But I wouldn’t move there, hell, I wouldn’t stand out, there is too much competition. Don’t tell Bush about the place, he’ll go screw it up, he can’t stand for folks to have fun.
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So this soft modelers clay I’m dinking around with is kind of interesting, not like a regular potters clay. It is expensive and comes in about half a dozen colors. But there are advantages to it for a guy like me. And it has some interesting properties. It doesn’t take a kiln to cure it, it doesn’t break easy, cuz I smacked a piece of it with a hammer to test that. You can drill, grind and cut it, and it is not unsafe to put in your mouth that I have found. No mention of it on their website anyway. It gets hard when cured, but is slightly flexible if not thick. It is more like a plastic than a clay. So the first thing I’m making with it is a custom fit ‘tray’ for making molds of my own mouth. Dental technicians call the thing they put the goop on to get a mold of your mouth a tray. The first one he tried to put in my mouth was too small, he said, “You have a big mouth.” I said, “No shit, I just never shut up.” LOL
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Boy, some of the ladies showing up on this blog are a real hoot. Hugs.
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Kerry shouldn’t have backed down. He said it wrong, but he is right in some ways. There are a lot of folks that join the service because they don’t have opportunities other places. There is some well educated folks in the services, and they are willing to educate anyone that wants to learn more. But fighting someone else’s war for Bush and capitalists is still just plain damn stupid. And I predict that country will remain havoc for years to come.
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Ha, ha, ha. Check out the Bad Tux’s post of “And white trash retirees wept... “
http://badtux.net/2006/11/and-white-trash-retirees-wept.html

G. W. Bush Exposed

Here is an interesting link. http://photobucket.com/
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Someone bitched on Scott’s blog about some swearing. Well I don’t trust self-righteous sanctimonious people that think swearing is a bad thing, they seem to support wars and greed and destruction of the planet. More often than not they are (groan) Christians.
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Azgoddess, so I couldn’t find the instructions for my atomic clock in this mess, but I noticed a little hole on the backside that said Reset beside it. So I pushed a paperclip in it, then pushed the Receive button, and now it is back on track. It had the date right, but it didn’t recognize daylight savings time for some reason, now it does, go figure. Hum, hole, Reset, maybe I should stick an ice pick in my ear?
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Govt. Tells Singles No Sex Till You're 30: If you're single and in your 20s, the federal government wants you to steer clear of sex. For the first time, the federal government is telling states they can use grant money to encourage adults as old as 29 to remain celibate until marriage. Those are the new rules of the Department of Health and Human Services' $50 million Abstinence Education Program. HHS officials say it's not a requirement -- just another option for states to combat what they call an alarming rise in out-of-wedlock births. A record 1.5 million babies were born to single mothers in 2004, according to the National Center for Health Statistics. More than half of them were born to women in their early 20s.
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Blah, blah, blah, on and on it went. I swear, can this government get any more stupid? Don’t have sex until you are thirty. What in the hell is with that? Some of your best sex is in your twenty’s. Or teens for some, I was a late starter myself, first sex when I was twenty. Hell, if I had waited until I was thirty I would still be trying to make up for ten lost years. Wait, I am still trying to make up for ten lost years, the last ten. LOL… Kid’s don’t worry much about morals, I wish I didn’t, ah, to be a kid again. Na, the only thing to do is to neuter children so that they can’t make kids in the back seats of Chevy’s and Fords. Then they can have fun without the mess. Un-neuter them after they have proven that they are ready to be responsible adults capable of having children. That would be at, umm, about fifty?
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Paris… Nothing happened to turkey day, I love this season, I love turkey, pumpkin pie, mashed potatoes and gravy, good friends and company (and some booze), things like that, this is my favorite eating time of the year. I bought bigger pants today. LOL (Juz kidding)
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BSB said, “LOL BBC I don't know where you come up with these jobs..but they are hilarious!!! ;-)”…. Oh, Hon, you wouldn’t believe the shit that is in my head. :-) … I’ll bet it looks a lot like yours, only with hair on it. LOL… Yup, I’ll bet your head is just as weird as mine. Actually, Helen’s dresser isn’t at all like yours, it’s just got a plain mirror on it, and I wouldn’t think of taking it from such a wonderful old woman even though she would gladly give it to me if I asked for it. But I bet that you would drool over her hope chest from the thirty’s. :-) …. Hell, the kitchen stove that she heats her home with is older than you are. BTW, your students have better witches than that, wanna see one? LOL…. You’re cute in your uniform.
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Lusty, I’ve said it before and I will say it again. The past and our history and its ruts through time and space is full of monkey shit. Stop reading that old shit and trying to understand it, there are no answers there. The future is forward damn it. Look ahead, not back, only then will you start to understand. Start frigging thinking for yourself.
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Gracie, yes I did chill. Sure, I’m having a ball with the clay. I knead it and fondle it, and, umm, well, I don’t kiss it. :-). But it’s pretty interesting stuff, I’m sure I will come up with some interesting things to do with it, after I learn all the things I can’t do with it. That is how inventors and creators go about those things, learning from our mistakes. But right now I’m more interested in a spray gun I’m modifying to spray the foam in the cans that you can buy anywhere.
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I thought I would get that done today but it didn’t work out that way. Two coffee cans of brass fittings and I didn’t have the one I needed. So went to town for the right one. Only to discover that I don’t have a ¼ inch pipe tap. I must have one somewhere, hell, I have special tools I will never use again. Hell, I have special tools that I have never used for the first time. Hell, I have invented special tools and many others have used them, but I haven’t. I just like to do things like that.
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While I was in town I went over to pay my pickup insurance. My insurance agent, who has to act like this nice upright citizen, came out of his office to talk to me for a bit. Said that he really enjoyed the emails I send him. I don’t send him that many anymore since starting a blog, only jokes, as his company filters out anything with graphics in them. He said that they don’t like porn on their servers. Porn? What in the hell has that got to do with risque and having some fun? I told him all the ‘porn’ is on my blog if he wants to be amused. But if he is looking for an exposed vagina he won’t find it here. Hell, there is more risque at the local community theatre than there is here. That’s one reason why I love live performances, smirk.
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Stolen from Spaceweather.com
SPOOKY ASTRONOMY: Today is a date of astronomical interest: it's a cross-quarter date, midway between an equinox and a solstice. There are four cross-quarter dates throughout the year, and each is a minor holiday. One is Groundhog Day (Feb. 2nd), another is May Day (May 1st), the third is Lammas Day (Aug. 1st), and the fourth...? Happy Halloween!
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So, folks, just like most holidays, Halloween ends up being a holiday that is supposed to appease the spirits to ensure the village that the crops won't wither and be eaten by the Devils. And knowing those wacky Druids, I bet they sacrificed a few of the village hosehounds to the bonfire (I know most traditions call for virgin sacrifice, but the Irish were probably a bit more frugal.)
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Anyway, originally called Samhain (pronounced sow-in), it became Hallowmas once the Christians took over the land and tried, rather unsuccessfully, to rid the people of their Pagan practices.
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Anyway, the most interesting part of the Samhain festival was that the town jester was afforded the pleasure of all the village women who remained alive. So, in keeping with that tradition, please email me nude pictures of all the women you have ever met so that I may pick from the lot and pork a few-- selflessly in the interest of keeping humanity alive and fed. …. Historically,
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Anyway, be peaceful, get laid and stop making bombs, hugs. BBC