Enjoy freedom of speech while it last. This was an interesting video that hasn’t gained much attention, if any. Not surprising.

Horny MILF Sara Jay was surprised to get home and find her son’s friends passed out in the living room after partying hard the night before. She was so mad, she sent her son to his room and kicked everybody out except for Jordan, who she knew had a big cock. Jordan knew it wasn’t right to fuck his buddy’s mom. But when Sara Jay took her clothes off, he couldn’t help it and gave this cock craving MILF the banging she was asking for. See more of Sara Jay at MILFS like it big.

People have often accused me of being simple, and that I am. The world hasn’t changed that much and the world we live in hasn’t changed that much from the past. Rocks are still rocks, metal is still metal, gold has always been the only real currency, wars are about as natural has hurricanes, and man is the most dangerous threat to his own survival.

In a world of absolutes it is interesting that in today’s information age we think we have transcended all of that. Gone are the days of hundred year’s wars and we all enter into a new era, a new world, or so we thought. The truth is nothing has really changed but there is good money to be made by marketing bullshit. 

Wrap it shiny and wrap it tight then sell it for the fools delight.

As another holiday season looms over our heads its fun to watch the crowds of simple minded folks fight over cheap consumer products made of plastic and silicone. What we consider as nothing more than a nuisance (sand and dust) we clamor for it arranged in the proper order. IPods, digital cameras, playstations and assorted cheap digital junk. These products probably won’t last their warranty or even their payment plans for that matter. What I find most humorous is that by exchanging these useless devices made by slave labor we are somehow celebrating the virgin birth of Christ. There is nothing wrong with purchasing your loved ones gifts but must it always be some cheap product made of plastic and silicone? Must it be the new modern age costume jewelry with fancy labels like Gucci or Lui-Vutton slapped upon them? For the same price as a designer Lui-Vutton bag you can purchase an once of solid 24carat gold or a nice pair of .5carat diamond earrings. For the same price as an Xbox360 you can purchase the young child a .22LR rifle so they can learn the valuable skills of patience, perseverance, and the dedication it takes to be a marksman. The price of the new iPod touch you can purchase a nice electric guitar. These gifts don’t depreciate greatly (if at all) with time and they pass on to the user skills that can never be forgotten and segway into greater things in life. In contrast designer clothes and accessories, electronics gadgets only serve to enforce neuroticism, self-indulgence, and arrogance. They are self-serving luxury goods that are an end unto themselves until the next latest and greatest products come out. 

The truth of the matter is that mankind hasn’t really changed. Nearly 4000 years ago we had the same things. Just replace designer clothes and accessories with clay pots and porcelain vase and video games with sports. All of these societies had something in common, their pinnacles of human achievement resulted in generating markets for self-serving luxury goods. The inhabitants got fat dumb and lazy, all of the labor was done by slaves (outsourced), and function followed form. It was only a matter of time before the barbarians would overrun these fat, dumb, and happy societies and establish their own rules. Today one can see many parallels between our modern world and the last days of Rome, we just haven’t made a donkey a senator yet but we have plenty of asses already. 

What had caused this bit of nostalgia was that as I sit here typing into the night I stare before me at two items. Well actually it’s three but the bottle of whiskey isn’t really relevant. I stare at a Smith & Wesson model 29 revolver and some Chi-com/Jap/Gook (one of those heathen countries) made digital camera. The revolver has been working like clockwork since the early seventies; the digital camera went past the stores return policy of 90 days and abruptly ended its life. It wasn’t some cheap brand either, a Nikon to be exact not that it makes a difference, it’s all a bunch of cheap crap these days. The original cost of both items was similar, the difference being one never lost any value and improved the user by making him a better marksman, warding off a bear, warding off a gang of angry Latino gang-bangers, and in case turning a Buck into dinner. The other has merely served as a paper weight. I’ve said it before on this blog that I will never again purchase any electronic device unless absolutely necessary (such as a GPS, or digital phone) but I’ve had it with consumer electronics. I know too many people in serious debt that have nothing to show for it after all their crap broke. Do these people really expect they can hand down some of this stuff to another generation? That it will actually last beyond three years. Maybe if you’re a beta-male that never goes outdoors or have small little yellow hands then this stuff will last forever but outside of that it is a piece of junk.

Honestly I think the majority of today’s consumer products are not tested fully and premature technologies that were rushed to the market place to justify research and development spending in these big companies. Just look at the amount of recalls placed on consumer products every year. It makes your realize that these people have no idea what they are doing and are just greedy. I have no problem with someone wanting to make a living and get an honest days pay for an honest days work but this is just fraud. What really gets me is that I am the only one who sees this. Millions of people this year are upgrading their televisions to “HD” television. These TV’s tell you they will only last 7 to 10 years on the box, yet people still happily throw down hard earned cash. I thought the purchase of money was to facilitate in the ACCUMULATION of wealth, NOT services. If I pay $7000 for a TV and it only last for 7 years then that’s a service I’m buying. I will stick with my current model TV for as long as I can and after that I’m chucking it in the trash. If I am going to spend $7000 on anything, it had better have a lifetime warranty. The only things that have lifetime warranties are metals or precious metals, those little yellow bastards making this shit in chinaman land aren’t seeing another dime for me. The rest of you can continue selling out America if you want to, I’ll pass this holiday season and every season after that.

Presenting Yoko Kaede, or people I would fuck without a condom

In my life far I have had many experiences, and the greatest experiences I’ve had has always involved women of ill repute, firearms, large amounts of alcohol, driving recklessly in a sports car, and something else I forgot. Life is definitely very short and I can say with a straight face that my only regrets were not living more recklessly, raw dogging more women of questionable origin, not spending more money on lap dances, not buying every firearm I wanted, and consuming far too little whiskey. Oh yea, I think its about time to lose the porn ads. I think it detracts from the site and they haven’t generated any real revenue.

This was a funny piece that has a lot of truth to it I remember reading years ago when it was first published. It really gives some insight into the thinking patterns behind the “anti-gun” male or what is known in science as the “beta-male”.

by Julia Gorin

LET’S be honest. He’s scared of the thing. That’s understandable–so am I. But as a girl I have the luxury of being able to admit it. I don’t have to asquerade squeamishness as grand principle – in the interest of mankind, no less.

A man does. He has to say things like “One Taniqua Hall is one too many,” as a New York radio talk show host did in referring to the 9-year old New York girl who was accidentally shot last year by her 12 year old cousin playing with his uncle’s gun. But the truth is he desperately needs Taniqua Hall, just like he needs as many Columbines and Santees as can be mustered, until they spell an end to the Second Amendment. And not for the benefit of the masses, but for the benefit of his self esteem.

He often accuses men with guns of “compensating for something.” The truth is quite the reverse. After all, how is he supposed to feel knowing there are men out there who aren’t intimidated by the big bad inanimate villain? How is he to feel in the face of adolescent boys who have used the family gun effectively in defending the family from an armed intruder? So if he can’t touch a gun, he doesn’t want other men to be able to either. And to achieve his ends, he’ll use the only weapon he knows how to manipulate: the law.

Of course, sexual and psychological insecurities don’t account for ALL men against guns. Certainly there must be some whose motives are pure, who perhaps do care so much as to tirelessly look for policy solutions to teenage void and aggressiveness, and to parent and teacher negligence. But for a potentially large underlying contributor, psycho-sexual inadequacy has gone unexplored and unacknowledged. It’s one thing to not be comfortable with a firearm and therefore opt to not keep or bear one. But it’s another to impose the same handicap onto others.

People are suspicious of what they do not know – and not only does this man not know how to use a gun, he doesn’t know the men who do, or the number of people who have successfully used one to defend themselves from injury or death. But he is better left in the dark; his life is hard enough knowing there are men out there who don’t sit cross-legged. That they’re able to handle a firearm instead of being handled by it would be too much to bear.

Such a man is also best kept huddled in urban centers, where he feels safer than he might if thrown out on his own into a rural setting, in an isolated house on a quiet street where he would feel naked and helpless. Lacking the confidence that would permit him to be sequestered in sparseness, and lacking a gun, he finds comfort in the cloister of crowds.

The very ownership of a gun for defense of home and family implies some assertiveness and a certain self reliance. But if our man kept a gun in the house, and an intruder broke in and started attacking his wife in front of him, he wouldn’t be able to later say, “He had a knife–there was nothing I could do!” Passively watching in horror while already trying to make peace with the violent act, scheduling a therapy session and forgiving the perpetrator before the attack is even finished wouldn’t be the option it otherwise is.

No. Better to emasculate all men. Because let’s face it: He’s a lover, not a fighter. And he doesn’t want to get shot in case he has an affair with your wife. Of course, it wouldn’t be completely honest not to admit that owning a firearm carries with it some risk to unintended targets. That’s the tradeoff with a gun: The right to defend one’s life and way of life isn’t without peril to oneself. And the last thing this man wants to do is risk his life – if even to save it. For he is guided by a dread fear for his life, and has more confidence in almost anyone else’s ability to protect him than his own, preferring to place himself at the mercy of the villain or in the sporadically competent hands of authorities (his line of defense consisting of locks, alarm systems, reasoning with the attacker, calling the police or, should fighting back occur to him, thrashing a heavy vase).

In short, he is a man begging for subjugation. He longs for its promise of equality in helplessness. Because only when that strange, independent alpha breed of male is helpless along with him will he feel adequate. Indeed, his freedom lies in this other man’s containment

I love Tarantino movies, I only hope that Machete and Hobo With a Shotgun get made into feature length films. I don’t see why not, its a lot better than most of that crap out right now.

Speaking of “Crap out right now”, I will finally get a chance to see No Country for Old Men tomorrow. It looks like my kind of movie, gotta the Milk Duds on standby!