Welcome to OBJECTIFY WOMEN FRIDAY!

Not that it’s much different than any other day, but I have to think up some sort of title for this banality, right?

As always, I strive to bring you some of the best stolen-from-the-web pussy I can find. I figure if it gives me a hard on…um…well, that’s really all it takes.  I’m in this shit for me, you know.

Today, a fine mix of old and new pussy. Old, in the sense that I’ve shown it here before, but think it bears being leered at once again, not some old twat.  Yeah, I know…I’M old.  What’s your point?  But as long as we’re on the subject, do you think this ole heifer was born with a pussy like that, or has she been fucking to many coffee cans over the years?  I don’t know about you, but if my newborn baby girl was born with a set of twat lips that looked like the flayed lungs of a mature llama, I’d sell the little bitch into white slavery with some guy from Thailand, is what I’d do.

Well…

What makes this babe so fucking hot, besides a smokin’ body, is that she’s out on pubic public in it.  Actually, though it’s hard for me to believe, she’s walking around Moscow; the one in Russian, not Idaho.  (If chicks dressed like this in Idaho, I’d move the fuck up there by Monday.)

Attitude is such a huge part of being sexy, and this chick has it goin’ on, as our Negro friends are wont to say.  Always did love me some sluts, you know? Or as many as I was able. I did my very best, let me tell you…with one horrible miss many years ago.  Well…whatcha gonna do, you know?

I don’t know if this is a guy with great tits, or a chick with a
really big clit, but I don’t think it matters too much.  Seems to me like the best of all possible worlds. Now, if she or he was just richer than shit, they’d be perfect.  I’ve never known anyone like this, though I’ve seen various varieties here on the net, on those websites, if you take my meaning…Groucho eyebrow wiggle, eyebrow wiggle…

There are some things, some people, who are just perfect; that no amount of anything will make any better.  Katie Price is not one of those people, unfortunately.  As you can see from this recent photo, she lacks my semen  in big, thick, gooey, ropey hunks, or whatever the right word is, all over her boobs.

I know, I know…I’d have to talk to her sometime. Still…

One does not need large breasticles to be sexy, of course. That’s a good thing for Micha Barton, because the bitch ain’t got no titties at all.  I like extremes in about everything, including women’s parts, and though I’m partial to the larger end of the Continuum of Tits, I also like little bitty ones.  Small, maybe not itty bitty.  I mean, you need room for nipples on them things, Micha. Get with the fucking program.

Now THIS is what a  titless woman’s nips should look like.

I’m done.  I’m hungry and have to find something to eat, now.

Lounging around in Homoville…

Yes, it’s a somewhat hideous photograph.  Not of the homo, but of the elderly fellow with this thick, but short, tongue hanging out.

I don’t spend a lot of time hanging around in Jeny’s room. For one thing, the only furniture for sitting she has in there is her bed, king size,¹ which has no frame, so sits on the floor.  (What, Enore, you thought it might be suspended from the ceiling?)  I have as hard a time getting down onto it as I do getting up off of it.

Not only that, but I’m afraid I’d catch lesbianism if I stayed in there too long, especially on her bed.  I don’t want to get dyke disease or anything, you know?

A lot of gay folks wear their homosexuality as some sort of political or social badge, but not Jeny.  She thinks of herself as a person who happens to be gay, not a gay person, if you understand the distinction I’m making.  Had she been straight, she’d then have thought of herself as a person who happens to be straight, not a straight person.

While anyone can think anything about themselves that they would like, I think Jeny’s approach is a well balanced one, though she does blur some edges.  Largely because society looks on homos as somehow “in the wrong” and certainly deviant, in addition to being a relatively small minority, even when they don’t suffer any taunting or discrimination because of their sexuality (and Jeny has not) they tend to gravitate toward one another.  You know, somewhat in the same fashion as ethnic minorities do.  So I suppose one could view that as a type of “politicizing,” but I think in  only a very removed sense.

That is not to say, though, that she doesn’t have good, strong, societal and political views about homosexuality. She does.  But even those are not based in her sexuality.  For example, she thinks gay folks should be allowed to marry just as non gay ones are. She decries any sort of discrimination against gays, whether it’s something out in the community, or a personal denigrating comment from someone.  But she would believe the same things were she not gay.  She actually believes that everyone should have the same rights and responsibilities as everyone else, and that has absolutely nothing to do with who one chooses to fuck.

But, hey, the baby likes girls.

Who can blame her? I like girls, too.

 

 

1.  My bed, on the other hand, is a single bed. 

The Talentless Hawk Leaves American Idol

Look, I’ve never much cared for DeGeneres.  I can’t stand the way she talks, with all that fucking phony stuttering and hemming and hawing…she makes my fucking teeth ache.

And, I know I’m in the minority, but I’ve never thought she was very funny, especially on AI, though, sure, she got off a good one every now and then…though seldom.

Mostly, she just sat and stared with that sappy fucking, wide-eyed goofyassed blank expression of hers, till it was time to embarrass herself, and everyone else, with her idiotic comments on the singing.

When they announced she was coming on board as a judge, I axed what the fuck SHE knew about music. I found out. Not a fucking thing.

At least she has enough decency and self respect not to put us all thru that shit again. She resigned from the show.

I think I should send my name in. See what happens. I don’t have any musical talent, too, so apparently I’m perfectly qualified to judge a singing competition.

If the idea is to make me feel sorry for criminals, it’s not working.

Call me crazy, but people who break the law don’t get much sympathy from me when they come whining around. 

I have an idea for you people. How about not breaking our laws, how would that be?

And, if you’re a foreigner who has broken into our country, this includes YOU.  Particularly you. Who the fuck do you people think you are, anyway? This may come as a real shock to you, and to your whining, race-baiting sycophants (that means people who suck up to you, in case your English is weak) but no one has a right to enter this country. It’s OURS, not YOURS. So if you sneak in here illegally, then seek to make me feel sorry for you because you might get caught by the police, you’re wasting your fucking, stolen time, Ace.

The folks in this video are probably all fine people, or look like they are.  They’ve got enough money to move, moving into a nice neighborhood and into a nice house, they’re driving a late model SUV, and seem well dressed. So I’m going to go out on a limb and suggest they probably aren’t involved in anything nefarious.  They seem to be hard working, loving families.  Those are good things. 

Many of them are also here illegally, and they can get the fuck out.

The one guy was saying he was afraid to be separated from his boy. I assume that means the boy is here legally, probably born here, and the dad is an illegal.  So if the dad gets deported, which he should, he seems to be saying he would have to leave his family and go back to Mexico.

Well, let me ask you something about that line of reasoning, since it’s not the first time I’ve heard tears being shed for the poor families that “are torn apart” by having mom or dad or both deported.  What the fuck kind of decent parent or parents would abandon their children ANYWHERE to do ANYTHING?  Anyone who goes off and leaves their kids in America when they are kicked the fuck out, doesn’t deserve the title of “parent.”  Rather than feel sorry for them, they should be vilified as horrible parents and disgusting people.

What is the difference between those kinds of weak and pathetic individuals and some asshole who doesn’t want to take care of his kids and just splits?

Nothing, is the answer. 

Anyone who abandons their children voluntarily is a worthless piece of fucking shit, whether they are Mexicans or not, illegals or not.  You may quote me.

How about we treat the illegal Mexican immigration problem honestly, without the politicians pimping off our justice system and the rule of law for what they think will buy votes, and without the idiots spouting their ignorance-based politically correct bullshit about racism?

Why don’t we try being smart and honest for a change, and just fucking fix it?

How would that be? 

God fucks the world over yet again.

 

I don’t usually give a shit when a public personage dies. I mean, I might  miss their work, whatever it may have been, but I didn’t know the person, would never  have known the person, and other than “Yeah, ain’t it too bad?” I don’t really care if they die or not.

Usually.

Now and then someone famous dies and I find out that I had some sort of unrecognized solo emotional relationship with them.  It almost always shocks me. Sure, of course I knew that I liked their work a lot, or their perceived personalities, but to find myself crying, or feeling like one does when one feels like crying but is taking antidepressants and the drugs won’t let them actually cry, is always a surprise, never a fun one, however good it might actually make me feel.

There have been the occasional actor or actress, a novelist, some musicians, Julia Child, for Christ’s sake.  Well, a smattering of famous and known folks thru the years.

And now Maury Chaykin.

I didn’t know him, no, nor too much about him, come to that.  My connection to him, what makes his death an emotional event for me (no, I’m not planning on slashing my wrists, nor will my nap be disturbed…I’m just sayin’ here…) is maybe a little bit interesting.

My dad introduced me to Nero Wolfe novels when I was a kid in high school, and I fell in love with them.  If you’ve never read them, each one has the same basic set of characters, with others added as each novel demands. So the more one reads them, the more one necessarily learns about the standard cast of characters, and the more they take on personalities in one’s mind.

Anyway, in this one’s mind.

I not only came to know all about them, but to like, and sometimes love, all of them.  They are like members of my “right brain family.”  Kinda.  I dunno, you figure it out, it’s too dumb for me, but there it is.  Over the years of reading every single Nero Wolfe novel, I’ve developed emotional attachments for these people.  It’s not too much different than being emotionally attached to Bugs Bunny, if any different at all, and I’m glad I don’t much care if I’m rational or not, because when I say this out loud it doesn’t seem as though it is.

Philosophically, it falls into that ever-widening Fuck you if you can’t take a joke school of thought, one of my favorites.

So, with this emotional connection of mine in mind, let me tell you that one of the characters I love the most IS Nero Wolfe. That’s not too surprising when, if pressed, I’d tell you I rather resemble the man in attitude, if not in execution and amenities.  I love him, it’s no exaggeration to say.

Of course, as one does, I developed a picture in my mind of Wolfe, his voice, how he looked, he mannerisms, how he dressed and moved…all of those sorts of things.

THEN…someone brought out the series of Nero Wolfe Mysteries on TV, which were wonderfully well done. Perfectly enjoyable, even if there were areas where we might argue they strayed from the novels.

Maury Chaykin was cast as Wolfe.

It’s hard to believe, I know, but Chaykin was EXACTLY the Wolfe I’d had in my mind all these years, with the one exception of the silly hat they put him in. I don’t know what novel that was supposed to have  come out of, and am sure it was an obscure reference if it exists at all. What I think it was was a silly affectation that some asshole director dreamed up, but I don’t know that for sure.

And now he’s dead.  Chaykin, not Wolfe.  I’m not that fucked up.  But it’s a surprisingly emotional thing.

Fucker was my age.

Jesus Christ, do you suppose I’M next?

Probably not, but one never knows, does one? And how about that Mel Gibson, huh?  I sure would like to fuck his chick now that he’s no longer tapping it.

What?  Relax, relax, I’m just saying, is all.

A plain spoken, no bullshit kinda guy, talkin’ straight and making sense.

 

Any questions?

Stockton Police make the world a little bit safer.

Here’s the deal…

This kid was in jail with felony charges, broke out somehow, and over the intervening months the poor little dead fellow was out, he committed yet more felonies. 

So, last weekend some asshole carjacked someone with a shotgun, and drove off, of course, in the jacked (“stolen” to you white people out there) car.  The next day, the cops spy this asshole kid in what appears to be the stolen (“jacked” to you Negroes) car, attempt to pull him over, and the chase is on; the kid took off like a striped assed ape.¹  He eventually crashes into someone’s garage, gets immediately surrounded by the cops, and told to get the fuck out of the car. 

His answer is to try and reverse the car and kill some cops, or at least run some over, so the cops did just exactly what they should have done, they shot the fuck out of the piece of shit, and he’s dead.

Good. 

Who would want someone who is a felon at 15 to fucking grow up? What the hell would he have been doing at 25?  No, these cops did us all a favor;  the local community directly, and over time I’m sure he would have spread his felonious young bullshit far and wide.  The police  should do a lot more favors like that.

And now, because this piece of dead shit was black, we’re all supposed to be sorry?  Because this fucking scum sucker was black, this is  a racial thing?

Anyone who charges the police with a racial motive in this is not only stupid in the extreme, they are the racists.

And, personally, I find this sort of silly behavior in my fellow human beings embarrassing.

 

1)  Have you ever Googled Imaged  “striped assed ape?”  (Striped is pronounced, by the way, as stripe-ed, not striped.)  Cain’t find no pitchers of the durn thang.

P.S.

I’m not alone in my thoughts…and this sums things up pretty well, I think.

“…We have been in a war declared by Islam for centuries and have defeated Islam twice before. Today we have tried a strategy of appeasement without changing anything; we have recently tried empty threats and when that did not work we have pretended that if we are nice enough, Islam will be nice. We refuse to believe the doctrine of political Islam. "It just can't be true."

We cannot fight a defensive war if we are to defeat Islam. The war must be offensive and fought with the idea of defeating Islam with such totality that, as Ariel Sharon said in his book ‘Warriors", we instill in its political leaders  a "psychology of defeat such that they come to believe they cannot win." For far too long the West has believed that some form of defensive coexistence can work; it cannot. Such a practice against Islam has never worked during 1400 years and it won't work now.

While Islam's power grows daily, our government and others in the western world will not acknowledge there is a war against political Islam; instead we actually aid it through welfare, immigration and civil rights legislation. The time for appeasement is over. Those of us who understand Islam must band together to expose the enemy abroad and attack the enemy at home…”

What do you guys think of this ad?

 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the “moderate and good” muslims, where ever the hell they are, will be offended, and, holy shit, we can’t have that, now, can we?

Besides, everyone knows that we are not at war with Islam, right? President Bush made sure we knew that right after the muslims drove those airplanes into the Twin Towers, and Obama continues the same refrain today, as muslims continue to  attack and kill us.

“Let me say this as clearly as I can,” Obama said. “The United States is not and will never be at war with Islam…”

The problem is that we should be at war with Islam, because fucking Islam is at war with us.

Who would like to deny that?  I mean, other than people who can’t see what is right in front of their faces? Or those who refuse to admit it, yet another thing I don’t understand about people.

The muslims, themselves, have been telling us for years that they are at war with us. More than that, they have been demonstrating it.  They scream prayers to their god while they saw off heads, blow people up, shoot them down, and blow themselves up so they can kill innocent people.

They preach their hatred of us in their mosques, exhorting the religious muslims to attack and kill us. Not just in the sand countries, but in our own country, as well.

We get subjected to the rantings and ravings of Osama and his ilk with their stupid video and audio recordings, most of which yell and scream at us and promise to wipe us and the Jews off the face of Earth.

What the fuck else does anyone need?

Of course we are at war with Islam.  And it’s a war we had better begin fighting honestly and openly.

They are.

Hey, this is Saturday, huh?

If you aren’t working and don’t have any weekly commitments to keep, one day looks pretty much like another.  At least it does around here. Neither the kid or I work so, really, what difference does the day of the week make? None that I’ve been able to discern.

I have had two markers of the days of the week, though:  Monday, when the Mexicans come to do all the work I can’t do;  Thursday, when the Mexicans come pick up the garbage.  I can’t do that, either.  But those things are tenuous at best. On Friday morning, I can’t remember if the garbage Mexicans came yesterday or the day before, and why should I be able to?  What difference does it make?

Right.  None.

As long as we’re talking about this, the time of day doesn’t matter, either.  Who gives a crap?  I have no place to go and nothing to do when I get there, so what time it is doesn’t much interest me.  Too, on the occasions where I have a medical or other appointment, those are always over by ten in the morning or I’m not going…so…even on days when I have, say, a medical appointment…by mid morning, it’s like it never happened.

Then for the past month or six weeks or two months, or whatever it’s been, I began going to physical therapy five days a week, Monday thru Friday.  I go when they open, at 7.30.  I can go pretty much any time I want to, they’re open all day and will take care of me when I show up, but I’m an extreme morning person, so I go as early as I am able.  By 9:00 every morning I’m all done for the day.

No PT on the weekends, because they’re closed.

But I had a light bulb moment just yesterday that relates to this silliness.  I was sitting here late last evening, thinking I better get to bed because I have to go to PT in the morning…then it hit me…

OHNOI DON’T!

I felt relief. 

Not like your dentist cancels your appointment, just relief that I didn’t have to pay any attention to the clock in the morning.  (Never mind that the attention I pay to it, so that I get to PT at or before 7:30, is an artificial one, generated entirely by myself to suit myself. I COULD go any time.)

So, if I can change the time I begin and don’t, then it must not be the time itself that is important to me. Yes, I’m up early so I like to do things early, but there have been times that I’ve had a medical appointment at 7:00 (I insist on those being early to, or I simply will not go) and didn’t get to PT till after 8:00 and that was just fine…though, now that I mention it out loud like this, I do remember feeling like I was late to “work.”

I think “work” might be the key element with this.

Or, rather, the structure of a type of work, even though it’s only for an hour and a half five days a week.  I love going to PT, but it’s always a bit tempting not to go. I have the fleeting thought in my head every single day: hey, you ain’t gotta shave, shower, dress and head over there if you don’t want to.  And then I do…because…well, first, it’s good for me…and, second…it’s what I DO…now and, third…it gives me someplace to go that I actually want to go at…of.  You get what I’m saying.

It’s the structure I think I’m enjoying. I mean, not only do I know when the weekend is here, but I have it to look forward to…well, except I only think about it on Friday evenings…hmm…

Well, I think that’s what is going on…not that it really makes any difference.

Not even to me…or not very much.

 

Gimp Action Figgers, coming to a Toys R Us near you!

Sure, there are dolls for handicapped kids, though why they need special dolls I don’t get.

What’s wrong with playing with the dolls the other girls play with? What the fuck makes YOU so special, just because you can’t walk, kid?  A lot of people can’t walk, and they ain’t so fucking special.

You see what I’m saying here?

Yes, you fucking dumbass, of course I know what the manufacturer is doing; trying to give little gimp girls a doll that looks just like she does, but what makes anyone think that’s a good idea? You aces at Mattel think being a cripple confined to a wheelchair is a good thing, do you? What the hell is wrong with you people? You think a little ten year old girl  should aspire to become a paraplegic, is that it? You think they’ll enjoy having mom dig her feces out and empty her piss bag?

Fuckin’ brilliant.

And if the idea is that having crippled dolls will make the little handicapped girl feel better about herself, like she’s as good as the other regular girls are, that’s also dumb.  Yes, she is every bit as good a person (assuming she’s not a little cunt. And that’s another thing. Where is it written that all handicapped kids are sweet and loving and nice? Fuck, I’m thinking they are mostly the exact opposite.  Being crippled doesn’t make you sweet, it makes you resentful and spiteful) as all the regular girls. 

But she’s not as good as they are physically.

SHE CAN’T FUCKING WALK!

What, are you people blind as well as stupid?  The little twat is a paraplegic (well, a pair is always a good thing. If one plegic gets fucked up, you have the spare to fall back on.)By no stretch of anyone’s imagination is having a fucked up body  as good as having one that works correctly.  What? Are you people insane?

Why for  do you wanna fill this little gimp girl’s head with all this shit?  You think she somehow sinned, and this is god’s punishment, being gimped? Is that what you think? Maybe that’s it. You guys think if a kid’s gimped at an early age, he or she sinned in a former life, and now god’s fucking them back, so you wanna make them feel really bad by rubbing their poor lil noses in the fact that they ain’t normal.

That’s pretty fucked up, if you ask me, not that you did, but this is MY blog and I can write what I want in it, and if I say you asked me something, then you asked me something…well, unless, of course, you didn’t, and in that case, even though it would still be my blog and I could still write in it, I like to he honest here and if I lied I might not be honest, but one thing I CAN be honest about right this second is that I’ve completely lost my train of thought. In fact, I’m letting my fingers yammer, just stalling for time while my fevered little brain casts about for a subject, a point…OH…never mind, got it!

But maybe I’m looking at this from the wrong angle.  Maybe these dolls are REALLY for bullies.  Probably not, you guys would be too pussyish to try something like that…but, you know what? That’s a really good idea.

Now that I think more about this, it might be  a pretty good idea at that, but not quite the way you guys were going about it.  See, there are lots of people who want to be bullies, but are too much of a fucking pussy to pull it off. THOSE people would be a huge, untapped market for Bully Dolls, as would those people, like cripples, who have been bullied their whole lives and couldn’t fight back.

Think of it…

The little crippled pussies could buy a one of my Crippled Kids and mock them and yell at them, tip them out of their wheelchairs, yank out their catheters…all the neat stuff people used to do to them.  They could see first hand how great it is to make fun of gimps, and how being a bully makes your dick a lot bigger, because you feel all macho and shit.

Of course, in your case, a big dick don’t matter because YOU’RE A FUCKING CRIPPLE, and YOU CAN’T GET IT UP ANY MORE!  Ain’t that right, Gimpy?

I’m gonna make millions.

Hey, if you wanna get the shit kicked out of you, that’s fine with me…but whine somewhere else, won’t you? I’m not interested.

I have taken a fair amount of abuse over the years because of my view on spousal abuse, and I suppose this will engender some more.  I don’t know what to tell you. People often get pissed off when they disagree with me and, as universal as that reaction seems to be, I still don’t get it.  Not that people disagree, but that they get angry.  Well…

The American Bar Association has published some interesting statistics about domestic violence.  There is all sorts of information shown there, but what you learn, despite the specifics, is that about 25% of women and 8% of men suffer some form of domestic violence.  That is a lot of people.

There are statistics that talk about the recidivism rates for those doing the battering, quite high as you might suppose. 

What the statics don’t tell us is the length of time people suffer this abuse, and how often they leave the situation, only to return and be abused again.  That is, they don’t give the recidivism rates for the battered, only the batterer.  That’s a natural thing to do, I suppose, since the focus is on the person perpetrating the abuse, be it physical, emotional, or sexual.

Note:  I’m going to be referring to “battered women” and “abusing men” for two reasons. One: women are three to four times more likely to get their asses beat, or whatever.  Two: it’s easier to talk about and type.

So, what I’m saying is that men batter their wives and girlfriends, verbally or emotionally abuse them, and sexually abuse them, and they do it over and over again. That’s what makes the recidivism rates not too meaningful a statistic, except for getting a general feel for things.  Rates for how often a particular man abuses a particular woman don’t seem to be known, beyond saying it happens more than once.

There is  another problem with those statistics: they look only at the abuser and his “re-beating” rate…not at the woman’s “going back” rate.  The guy has to have someone to abuse, and that would be the woman…or the kids, maybe, if there are any.  (Of course the kids don’t have any choice in where they live.)

Spousal abuse takes two people:  the guy doing the beating and the woman getting beaten.  If the woman isn’t around the guy, she’s not going to get her ass kicked.

So, how about I give you a plan to end all spousal abuse, or at least keep it to  a very low level?

If you don’t like having your ass kicked, leave.

If you leave, don’t go back.

If you go back, apparently you like having  your ass beat, so enjoy yourself, but don’t bother me with it.

If you have children and stay in an abusive relationship, even one where the kids are not being abused, you are arguably as much of a prick as your hubby is, maybe more. You are deliberately allowing your kids to be in an unsafe situation, one where they get to see you getting the shit kicked out of you, and one in which they might suffer the same fate.  That makes YOU an abuser of your children.

Listen, I don’t mind one bit if you need or enjoy having your ass beat, that’s your business. But why not be honest about it? Don’t get your lip split and your eye blacked, race out crying, and come over here to be safe…only to go back in two days to have it repeated in a couple weeks.  This is a dance you two are doing, and I’ll leave you to it.