Do James Dobson or Bob Knight Know About This?
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Posted:Jul 7, 2008 8:28 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2008 8:52 am
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Holy Hell! That was my first thought when I saw this. Then I started looking at those sites such as Focus on Family and Concerned Women For America to see if they've noticed this or not.
See, back in January 2006 I wrote Bi Bi Barbie about how Barbie is under attack from the Christian Right because they've decided she promotes gender confusion. But what about this particular G.I. Joe? Why have none of them complained about him? Or are boy toys exempt from having a detrimental effect on ?
Take a good look at the picture. This is the G.I. Joe Dark Ninja Master action figure. If you ask me, it looks like a VooDoo witch doctor. And what is with the Don King hair?
This particular doll, um, excuse me, action figure is considered appropriate for ages five and up. Why is this more appropriate than Barbie for ?
Is it the fact men are to be taught to be empowered and in charge in these far right sects? Is it the fact women are supposed to learn to obey men from an early age? How many of them would tell me to lighten up, it's just a toy, while they're bashing Barbie for girls?
I mean, take a good look at it. The staff it's holding looks like a spinal version of the AMA's Staff of Aesculapius. The suit G.I. Joe is wearing looks skeletal too. And is he wearing a barrel for pants?
The hair. The mask. The staff. The outfit. Just do an image search on witch doctors and you will see what I mean. So why does the Christian Right attack girl toys, but not boy toys?
I looked at both Focus on Family and the Concerned Women For America websites before writing this. G.I. Joe dolls, excuse me, action figures, don't get a mention. Barbie however, is the spawn of Satan. WTF is that?
I'm seriously concerned that these reactionaries who see smut in everything can't see something that isn't smut but doesn't exactly promote the Christian values they're so hung up on. I'm amazed they're not writing articles for their sites saying toys like this are going to cause their boy to become priests in Santeria or VooDoo and start worshiping the Orishas. They're slipping.
Perhaps that's another reason I haven't been blogging. The right wing is slipping. They can't even be creative anymore. They can't see things wrong with boy toys, only girl toys. Well, unless those boy toys take an eye out.
So why is this toy acceptable when Barbie isn't? Would someone explain that to me?
And how do I feel about this doll? I think he's creepy as fuck. G.I. Joe has changed, all the G.I. Joes have changed to the point where I wouldn't recognize them as such. Hell, when we'd "borrow" the neighbor 's G.I. Joe so Ken could have a rival for Barbie's attention? I wouldn't trust these new G.I. Joes around my old Barbies. I'd be too afraid he was going to them. But this particular G.I. Joe is downright creepy. I think I've seen him before. In "The Serpent and the Rainbow."
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Munitions and Mayhem
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Posted:Jul 4, 2008 11:25 pm
Last Updated:Aug 1, 2008 8:52 am
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Thank you to PK for the blog title.
Holy hell. I have never seen anything like tonight.
When we got there, everyone's including the roomie's acted like they were in a bad mood, didn't want to be there, those of us sensitive to the sun were vying for the shade of the canopy and my ankle was swelling from the humidity and was basically a cankle before we were there a half hour.
People started to act like they were in a better mood after the food was served. Typical cookout fare of hotdogs and hamburgers and chips. Then munitions came out, mostly tests before dark, mostly with poppers and small Roman candles. A few people setting off their smaller fire works.
The roomie's was going around threatening people with his super soaker and it was so damned hot that I welcomed it and didn't even flinch when he soaked me. Hell, I suggested he stop using warm bottles of water and use water from the melting ice and soak me.
It was significantly cooler after the sun went down. Which is when the fireworks came out.
I thought the roomie's 8,000 string of firecrackers was overindulgence. Nope. His boss had a string of 32,000 firecrakers and a bunch of the guys posed with the string. About eight or ten of them holding it up, to show it off.
All the amateurs were out, everyone had spent hundreds on their fireworks. There was also a professional display. If you ask me, for the most part, the amateurs had some of the best fireworks and were far more responsible than the pros.
Oh yeah. Not a hitch with the amateurs, except for not looking at where they were throwing lit loads, people starting to walk into where spinners had just been thrown, smoke bombs used to annoy, misaimed Roman candles. Someone who refused to admit it threw a lit firecracker under my legs, while I was in a slightly broken chair that was rather difficult to get out of. No harm, no foul really. It was small, it wasn't like it was a black cat or anything. It was state legal. I just didn't want my capris setting on fire. That was my main concern.
But the fireworks. Everyone's mood improved significantly when they started.
But as I said, the amateurs were responsible, except for the . The pros, well...
The pros started setting off the fireworks. About five shots in, while setting off these rockets that were made to look like shooting stars, the pots tipped over. Cars, people and the big boss's string of 32,000 firecrackers were under attack. About five of these rockets just shot straight across the field. Next, a few that were supposed to go way up didn't quite make it up. That made the lady I was sitting with during the display very nervous. Then, towards the end of the display, they misfired another firework, which went right for the canopy. Mind you, while the pros didn't have more spectacular fireworks than the amateurs who bought top of the line products, they had far more power and were designed to go up 500 to 600 feet. So yeah, the mishaps were spectacular to say the least.
But in spite of that, at the end of the night, there were no known injuries. No ambulance had to be called. No one lost any eyes, limbs, etc. So, it was a success.
Then came the bonfire. Heh. Gather up all the refuse from the fireworks and throw them on the bonfire. Yes, it is legal to burn trash in this state. Which is when we learned what fireworks went unexploded. That was fun.
Oh yes. It was really fun to watch people jump out of their skin and get ready to duck for cover. A friend of the roomie's who was invited has a Fourth of July history. Every year, he's set on fire by a fireworks accident of some sort. This year, in spite of the professional mishaps, in spite of the fireworks in the bonfire, in spite of EVERYTHING, he came out this year unscathed. I accused him of tempting fate as he stood right by the bonfire as a bunch of small missiles that didn't get used were thrown on the fire. One actually went right by him and then curved behind him and headed right for him before going out. It never touched him. Seriously, it was going right for him, tried for him and didn't have the power. So maybe this guy's curse is finally broken.
All in all, it was fun. Given I know what the amateurs spent based on what the roomie spent and taking the professional grade fireworks into account, I would say it was at least $7,500 worth of fireworks that went off in that field tonight. There were times that the clouds of smoke obscured the stars completely. Not to mention, the whole of Broken Arrow seemed to be setting off massive amounts of fireworks, so in between setting up the next rounds, we got to watch those. At times, the sky was reminiscent of live news coverage from Operation Desert Storm.
The picture? At one point, the field DID look like that. As I said, I've never seen anything like this in my life.
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The Hills Are Alive... With The Sound Of Explosives
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Posted:Jul 4, 2008 9:30 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2008 1:59 pm
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Happy Fourth of July, everyone who celebrates it!
It is the day that people around here have been waiting for. The happiest day of the year for many.
I'm sitting here listening to fireworks. At 11 AM. From fire crackers to these things with parachutes, to, who knows what else. I think it's kind of a waste to use anything colorful when the sun is out, but that's just me.
The smell of gunpowder is wafting inside. Smoke fills the yard. The Tulsa PD website isn't updating on their live calls page, so I have no idea if the neighbors are calling the cops. The same calls as last night are what are listed. Hmmm... Perhaps that's to not alert people using fireworks within city limits that they're on their way.
The roomie's ten year old has been handed a box of 100 firecrackers. The is out there having a wonderful time. Of course, she just uttered those lovely words... "I'm going to stick one in the mailbox, ok?"
The panicked answer of "NO!" from both the roomie and I was in unison.
It's funny how all it takes is one person setting off firecrackers to set off the entire block. And the block behind us. And so on and so on and so on... Basically, it sounds like a war zone out there.
This morning was a last minute trip to Catoosa for some last minute fireworks. While the roomie went wild, the and I went to look at sparklers. She was actually asking for something or other that she planned on aiming at her big brother later today. That idea was vetoed. Then she tried to work me for them. I was amused, but I told her we were sticking to sparklers. Yeah, blame my Northeastern upbringing, but I'm a wimp about things with short fuses and things being pointed at people. Besides, I'm having the worst ATM luck the last two days and I had $4 in my pocket. Getting there as the closest shop with an ATM closes, the card not working in others, astronomical fees I refuse to pay at another... Just not my week, I guess. So I went cheap.
That was driven home last night when my eyelid got a bit or Roman Candle shock. I'm sure it was just a small spark, or I would be missing my eye, instead of a minuscule blister. But you know what? It hurt like a motherfucker.
But I digress.
The look of demonic glee as the roomie was shopping. The giggle that was a cross between someone with a massive head injury, Renfield and a mad supervillian who just got his death ray machine working and killed James Bond in the process, with a little bit of Beavis thrown in.
Let me tell you... I have never seen anything like this shop before. Massive packs that will go for a few hours with professional grade fireworks for anywhere from $199 to $400. Fountains. Roman Candles. Spinners. Firecrackers. More than a few things that I had no clue as to what they were.
The place was getting more crowded the longer we were there. I was astounded at how many people waited until the last minute and how much stock they still had. You would think, since they have to stop selling tomorrow, that the shelves would be on the empty side. But no. They were fully stocked.
Finally, it was time to check out. After spending $3 of my last $4 until I find an ATM that works properly, the woman stuck a bag of something in my bag. I got outside and looked. Great. This long string of firecrackers. I just know the girl is going to break me down and I'm going to let her set it off before it gets dark.
The roomie spent far more than I and he never got the free bag of firecrackers. WTF is with that? I was watching her bag his stuff into many, many bags and nope. She never stuck the free pack in. Then again, he got one pack of just firecrackers that has 8,000 firecrackers in the roll. 8,000 firecrackers. I don't even want to think about how long that's going to take to go off. The thing is pure explosives porn. See the picture for an idea of how many are in the pack.
All of us and the arsenal are off to the roomie's bosses tonight. Company picnic. Loads of fireworks. See if anyone gets really drunk and blows off their hands. Eh. Just as long as I remain uninjured, it should be fun.
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Oklahoma Steps Into the 1980s
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Posted:Jul 1, 2008 1:33 am
Last Updated:Jul 6, 2008 3:52 pm
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Why do they always pick my birthday for weird laws to go into effect? I know, because it's a new fiscal year. Why can't the fiscal year start on January 1?
Today, a few laws go into effect in Oklahoma. One gives a $5000 death benefit to EMTs who die in the line of duty. This is a good law, even if it won't pay the cost of the funeral, it will help the families, especially those in rural piss-poor areas where the rescue squad are volunteers.
A new bond issue goes into effect for the state's crumbling roads to be fixed. Well, in theory anyway. Who knows how the DOT will spend the money in this state, which has some of the worst roads and most dangerous bridges in the country. If the money isn't mismanaged, (I can dream, can't I?) this is a good bill. Unless it's used to build new highways instead of repairing the ones we already have that so sorely need fixing, before a bridge collapses or someone disappears into a pothole the size of Kansas.
Then there's the gasoline labeling law. If gasoline contains Ethanol, it must say so on the pump. I really don't know why some people would rather die than use Ethanol. The entire it's bad for you argument is lost unless you're a tea totaler, as it's what gets you drunk in potable alcohol when you drink. But as from what I've been told, most states have been labeling gas that wasn't pure for years, Oklahoma steps into the 1990s with this one.
But stepping into the 1980s, we have Oklahoma House Bill 2705. This says pregnant women in the state who take pre-natal classes have to be educated on drug and alcohol use while pregnant. Depending on who you listen to, all pregnant women must take this class, or just those who go to classes. This is how that portion of the bill reads:
SECTION 4. NEW LAW A new section of law to be codified in the Oklahoma Statutes as Section 1-232.1 of Title 63, unless there is created a duplication in numbering, reads as follows:
A. All prenatal classes offered shall include in their education curriculum the following:
1. The risks of drug or alcohol use during pregnancy to the unborn and to the mother;
2. The risks of drinking, including information to assist new parents in preventing drinking in their own ; and
3. Information on screening, assessment, intervention, and referral for treatment of substance dependency.
B. All persons licensed to practice medicine and surgery or who are licensed osteopathic physicians and surgeons or who are certified nurse-midwives, advanced nurse practitioners and who provide prenatal, delivery, infant care services and other or adult health services related to maternal and infant care shall provide access to screening, assessment, intervention, and referral for treatment of substance dependency.
C. Education and prevention materials regarding the risks of alcohol or drug use during pregnancy and the risks of drinking shall be made readily available by those governed by this section and shall be distributed to individuals who report to their health care provider they are pregnant or are planning to become pregnant.
SECTION 4. This act shall become effective July 1, 2008.
SECTION 4. It being immediately necessary for the preservation of the public peace, health and safety, an emergency is hereby declared to exist, by reason whereof this act shall take effect and be in full force from and after its passage and approval.
Now, in the rest of the country, not only are there PSAs about using alcohol or drugs while pregnant, doctors and all have been warning women since about 1980 about alcohol and even earlier if they're on drugs. Not only that, but the pregnant girls and women who most need the classes will never attend. Or, after being given all the drug and alcohol literature and whatever training, will go out and get high and/or drunk. It's not going to do a thing.
I have a better idea. Why don't we make it mandatory for pregnant women, especially those on first pregnancies to take parenting classes? Over 45% of the babies in this nice, red state are born to unwed mothers, because, being a teenage slut, God can forgive you for if you're Christian. Have an abortion and go to Hell. Yet these are the people that preach all sins are equal in the eyes of God.
Teach these women to be mothers. How it's not all fun and games and a live action baby doll. The number of taken away from people who should have been sterilized at birth in this state are astronomical. The number of parents who are bad examples of parenting can be seen from every socio-economic strata around here. From Wal*Mart to Sak's, you're going to see parents not doing a thing about their unruly .
As a matter of fact, I think parenting classes for expecting parents should be mandatory in this country and a federal law. No one say who's going to pay for it, please. If you're in a financial position to give birth and not go on welfare, you can damned well pay for the classes yourself. As a matter of fact, these classes should be mandatory in high school, before 99% of them decide to get pregnant. Well, here, that's more like 50% of them. They start early in this state. But force people who want to take classes. To learn how to deal with things like 3 AM feedings and how to keep an eye on your 15 month old so it doesn't get run over by someone leaving your house, which is something else that happened here over the weekend. Why was a 15 month old allowed out of its parents' sight? This is a case of bad parenting. Period.
So screw this drug and alcohol crap, as anyone who needs to hear about it is going to ignore it anyway. Let's teach these girls to be parents BEFORE they even consider getting pregnant.
Oh and BTW, the birthday curse has started already. As I started to write this, I managed to spill the entire contents of an ashtray on and in the keyboard. *sigh*
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Creepy Crawly Update
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Posted:Jun 27, 2008 10:41 pm
Last Updated:Jul 8, 2008 3:54 pm
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So after looking at pictures of beetles and realizing this thing had far more than eight legs, I expanded my search. I found what I was looking for simply by chance.
The beetle with many legs, (which is why it reminded me of a centipede,) is not a beetle at all, but a bug commonly known as a roly-poly. It's real name is the wood louse.
They're common, they hang out in rotting vegetation and when they move indoors, they're not harmful. Which is good, as my first thought was, this is something that's going to do as much damage as a termite. I'm glad I was wrong.
Also by chance, while doing an image search on wood lice, I saw it. A picture of the spider. It's what's in the picture. The spider is... Are you ready for it? Shall I stop leaving you in suspense?
The spider is... A wood louse spider. They pretty much only eat wood lice. Heh. I guess it was an oops when I sent it down the drain.
The page I found at the Arachnoboards forum was about keeping these spiders as pets. Um, ok, whatever floats your boat. I wouldn't do it, but I really hate spiders.
These spiders are supposed to make wonderful pets. Just, don't give them too high a cage. It would seem their abdomens are very delicate and they can rupture and die just falling from too great a height. Keepers keep them in cages that are only an inch or two high, to prevent the deaths.
Well, that was an easy mystery to solve. Much easier than the blue spider I saw in my backyard when I was 21 that I'm still trying to identify.
So, anyone want a pet spider? There was another in the tub the night before last.
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Late June In Oklahoma
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Posted:Jun 24, 2008 8:27 pm
Last Updated:Jun 27, 2008 9:06 pm
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It's hard to believe I've been here almost a year. June is turning out to be an interesting month in many ways.
First, the creepy crawlies. I am not a fan of stinging insects, rodents or spiders. I don't like any of them. I thought I had seen the worst of it when I was visiting [blog neveragain80] at Easter and there were red wasps everywhere. Those things are nasty looking and of course, they were attracted to my hair. Let's just say if I had been there another week, I might have quit smoking altogether, as going outside to smoke with those things flying around turned me into that cowering three year old.
Flash forward to June. I was sitting outside on the stoop about a week ago, blowing bubbles. It was when the sun was on the other side and things felt cool in the shade. I kept noticing little stings on my feet and ankles. I looked down and I was under attack from fire ants! I HATE fire ants! Those little buggers hurt like hell. Then of course, the mosquitoes started, small, black, nasty looking in this area. Those together were my cue to get in the house.
Yesterday morning, I was getting ready to take a shower. I always close the shower curtain first, then start the water before I get in, so there are no nasty surprises such as scalding or freezing. As I shut the shower curtain one of the biggest spiders I've ever seen fell from the folds of the curtain into the tub. The thing was as brownish red as a red wasp and bigger than a wolf spider. Well, I don't get close to spiders if I have to. So I turned on the water and went to work drowning it. It wasn't going down without a fight and fight it did. It took a good five minutes to get it to give up the fight and go down the drain. But the entire time I was in the shower, I expected it to swim up and attack my ankles.
Then there are these weird looking beetles I keep seeing in the bathroom. They look like a small, common black beetle, but they're ribbed horizontally all the way down. They look like a cross between a slug, a beetle and a centipede. They're spooky looking things that make a very loud crunch when you squash them.
Then yesterday afternoon the from across the street came over with his best friend to play on the computers. They say to me, "guess what we just did?"
After giving three answers, they told me they just killed a rat in the alley behind their house. Around here, on every block, there are these utility access allies, very grassy and overgrown, the only people who use them are utility workers. It's where all the wires are. And they killed a rat. Nice.
Seems the people next door pointed out the rat to them at the side of the house. As they attacked it with a broom, it ran for the alley. That is where they cornered it. I asked how big it was, I was told it was a baby. Then they indicated with their hands how big it was. Baby, eh? Only if the mother was a wharf rat. It was a full grown rat. Nice. Rats in the neighborhood. I think we need more outside cats around here.
Now that we've covered the creepy crawlies, there's that other side of late June in Oklahoma. The side that makes this the most wonderful time of the year for so many. The time of year that turns grown butch men into giggling little . Legal fireworks.
From the middle of June until July 5th, it is legal to sell fireworks here. As long as they're not sold on city property. So the stands around here are on either reservation or county land. We're not talking those little crappy ones people buy illegally in Chinatown every year that are quite disappointing. Oh no. These border on professional grade.
Fireworks are supposed to be illegal within city limits, but as they're sold within city limits on county land, heh, good luck with that, guys. They don't seem to enforce the law either. So already, the night sky is lit up. Every night. All around. It reminds me of being in the UK around Guy Fawkes Day.
The roomie has already stocked up on them, the party this year is outside of city limits and well, even if he sets off half of them, it's going to be quite the show. But as he came home with them, the look of demented glee as he sorted through them, well, it must be a guy thing. The from across the street was watching. And all but drooling. It must be a guy thing. But I do agree with the roomie on how disappointing some of the smaller ones he couldn't resist using were. (See Less Bang For Your Buck) I actually made the comment, it was like sex with men from this site and why up north I finally gave up and started meeting men off the List that is Craig's.
Mind you, I enjoy a good fireworks show. As long as I'm not being deafened by it or in danger of having my arm taken off. As in, I enjoy them from a safe distance. I did go with him to the fireworks stand on Sunday. There was a small pack I liked, that appealed to my sense of the macabre. Little eyeball jumping jack type ones, that you light, they spin and then jump in the air. But $5 for a pack of three, even if it was buy one get one free was a bit of a rip-off in my opinion.
Tonight, I was walking home from the pharmacy as I thought it would do the headache I had for almost 24 hours good. It didn't. The Alleve I bought finally kicked it. But I digress.
I was walking home, after sunset, nice cool breeze, no sun beating on me. In other words, prime time for pyrotechnics. Which were pretty to watch for the most part. But at one point, someone set off something so close and so loud and so suddenly, I screamed. I'm still not sure it was a firecracker, or a jumping jack or a firework gone wrong. The sound came first and it set off car alarms and shook the ground. It was like a bomb going off. Then there was the flash. After the sound. Sound travels more slowly than light. The flash was far enough down the block that it should have come first. I was curious as to what it was, but I didn't have to walk down that block and I wasn't about to, just to sate my curiosity.
Then, as I turned onto my block, someone a block or two away who couldn't wait for July 4 was doing quite a show. It was very pretty to watch as I walked down the street. As I was watching, I realized... This is going to be every night from now until sometime in the middle of July, when everyone who has spent hundreds on fireworks finally runs out.
Yep. The Fourth of July is like Christmas around here for many. The one thing I find amusing is, we set off fireworks to celebrate not only the nation's birthday, but our defeat of godless communism abroad. So we all buy fireworks made in China, which is a godless communist nation and buy them on Indian reservations. You know, where we stuck the natives as we stole their land to build this country. Yep. I giggle uncontrollably when I think about that.
The picture? Not far off from the grade of fireworks the average consumer can buy in this state.
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How Do I Answer This?
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Posted:Jun 22, 2008 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Jul 1, 2008 12:22 am
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Ever get a mail on here that is so insanely stupid, your jaw just drops and you can't stop laughing at how stupid the sender is?
I got one of those last night. I sent him back my typical quick reply, but reading this to the roomie this morning, he told me that this one really does warrant a reply. That is, once he stopped laughing so hard he couldn't talk.
I knew from the title line of "Daddy's Girl" that this guy is just another one who can't handle women. I'm sort of surprised that he would send someone my age an email with that title. It confused me. But it got better when I read the email itself...
Loved your pictures,cam, and profile! Some what honest profile... Tell me little girl have you been fucked, I mean really fucked lately? Do you think men need to dominated? I don't think, but either way I did find your profile attractive. I'm currently working in Chattanooga, but i'm in your area alot. I'm not usually this open or aggressive, but I want to tell you that if you let Daddy take care of you. He will spank you when your bad and pet you when your a good girl. Daddy will make you cum over and over again. When your done, Daddy will cum all over your pretty face as a reward for being such a good girl. You will be happy!
You know, he had a really good opening and a crappy follow through. I couldn't even raise enough ire to send something bitingly sarcastic back to him, so he got my standard quick reply. I was laughing too hard to think and besides, my muse, who took a vacation, is returning to work part time only. I just didn't have it in me.
The roomie had some wonderful suggestions that went right out of my head, because of that memory and menopause thing. Although, the line about how if he gets a drop of semen on me, he's licking it off and sanitizing the area is going in any email to this man.
I did share this email with a few friends already and thepseudohippie told me I should see if I can get a car out of him. Daddy, can I have a car? Daddy, send me to college. If it wasn't for the cum facials and beatings, well, I might consider it. But I wrote about how I feel about facials two years ago in Whose Body Is It Anyway My opinion still stands.
So I am leaving it up to you all to come up with lines I can pick and choose to send to this man. Sort of like a cross between Mad Libs and the cookie cutter profile maker. Give this man your best shot right here! I will construct a letter to him using your best lines and of course, the line the roomie suggested. I really like that. Especially the sanitizing part. Heh.
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Oh Yeah, That Was Fun
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Posted:Jun 21, 2008 4:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2008 12:45 pm
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Oh, the joys of standard membership. I had been away for so long that I wasn't getting any profile views and therefore, I couldn't see anyone's profile. So to remedy this, I decided to run my cam.
Things seem to be going from bad to worse around this site. Knowing I couldn't see profiles, it was still habit to click profiles from the IMC window when one of these guys would IM me. You can't run your cam independent of the IMC program. As soon as I'd click a profile from the IMC window, my cam would turn off and the window itself would turn into a Javascript error page. Nice. When the hell did that start happening?
Now, I have to say. You guys will watch ANYTHING, won't you? I can't believe how many people were watching when I was doing nothing but sitting here smoking. Was it the hope I would show some skin? That what I was wearing would fall off? That I would start doing a show?
Yeah, there were some of the normal messages that we ladies have come to expect, where they feel if we're running our cams, they have a right to be a director. Those are easy enough to ignore. I had a few conversations with respectful men too. Which is odd, as IMC normally won't work when they start leaving you messages.
Well, that went so well, I decided to do it again last night. Big mistake. I learned from several men that I am a cunt. Why? I'm not willing to invite them over to get their dicks sucked on cam, get their dicks sucked in general and in one case, because I'm actually a man. Um, if you think I'm going to get naked on cam to prove I'm not a man, you are sadly mistaken.
But this leads me to the other new problem with the cams. You can't seem to ban the fucktards anymore. Hitting ban is supposed to make sure they can't view you during that session or send you IMC messages. It's been a useful and valuable tool.
There were two in particular I had to ban multiple times. The one was laughable. He was local, of course. He starts sending me messages telling me I want his dick. I viewed his profile. It was a picture of a penis. Well, at least his personality and picture match.
I couldn't resist. I asked him what his problem was and told him if he wanted his dick sucked at 2 AM to go to the list that is Craig and find a . He went off on me. Telling me I was a cunt was just the tip of the iceberg. Remember, we ladies can't block these guys anymore and you have to accept the IMC message to be able to do a copy and paste for abuse.
He went on to tell me that any woman sitting there on cam at that hour has major things lacking in her life. I don't know that the inability to view profiles is a major problem pal. It's an inconvenience to be sure, but a major problem?
Obviously I was very lonely and very alone. And that it was also obvious to him I'm a lonely divorced woman whose have left the nest and instead I have 50 cats. That I'm desperate for human contact and therefore, I should allow him to come over to suck his dick, in spite of the fact that I'm a fat who from my massive (in his mind) obesity has every health problem in the book, from heart disease to diabetes. Um, not yet, babycakes. But if I had allowed you to come over, I'd have major legal problems as I would have been waiting for you and your dick with a meat cleaver. Then I was told I deserved everything he said because I was disrespectful by telling him to hire a . Like telling me that I need to service his mangy, ugly penis (and it was not an attractive penis by any means) as a first line isn't disrespectful. I didn't know it was possible to be called a cunt that many times. Until the next one.
I tried to ignore the next one. I've had run ins with this drunken psychotic asshole before. Mind you, he's in Las Vegas, has a handle that tells us he's from California and he travels to Scottsdale, AZ. I'm sure a few of you ladies have had to deal with this one.
I tried to ignore him. But when you're getting messages in rapid fire calling you a cunt, an asshole and a man, well, patience wears thin. So I asked him what his problem was. His problem is that I'm alive. Yes, this guy made a few death threats a few months ago. All of which were sent to abuse and of course, he's a paying member, so go ahead and threaten to hunt down women and stab them to death. They do not care about the women, just the paid memberships.
This guy wouldn't stop! I tried to ban him, he was back three seconds later. I was told that I should be sucking dick on cam, not cigarettes. Yeah, thank you for sharing. In this day and age, bareback blow jobs are just as dangerous as smoking and can kill you faster, pal.
Another problem with the IMC program is, to do a copy and paste to send to abuse, you have to copy and paste it line by line. You can't just do select all. So as I'm copying and pasting as fast as I can, this guy is calling me the most vile of names, telling me how I'm a dead woman already, but that's not right because I'm obviously not a woman. Um, ok honey.
Why wasn't I a woman? REAL women allow men to abuse them and treat them like slaves. Real women will never ask to be equal to a man. Real women never have to be in charge. Dominant women and submissive men need to die. All liberals need to die. Why is it no surprise that this guy was a Republican? Oh, I'm also on the wrong site, it seems. This site is for women to be used like a fucktoy and then discarded. Funny. I thought Alt was the site for women who like to be treated like shit by men who think they're superior.
Once he passed out drunk or came down from whatever the fuck he was on, my life got easier. But by that point I was so annoyed that I just stopped caring.
I wish this site would create a way to block these assholes effectively. You'd have more than a dozen women who aren't trying to lead you to their cam sites camming at any given time.
Guys, I can't stress this enough. If someone isn't putting on the show you want to see, move on to another cam. Don't harass, don't bitch, don't whine, don't moan, don't complain. We all have our reasons for going on cam. Mine tends to be so I can view profiles. In other words, I'm doing it for myself, not for you. So shut up, sit down and behave. If more of you did that then maybe there would be more women camming.
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An Imaginary Conversation... Or Was It?
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Posted:Jun 18, 2008 1:12 am
Last Updated:Jul 9, 2008 7:59 am
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"You wanted to see me, Dick?"
"Yes George, I have a brilliant idea. One that will get us back into the good graces of our lord and master, Satan."
"Cool Dick! What is it?"
"Well, you know how we're getting ready to convince Congress that Iraq has WMDs and we should be allowed to invade?"
"Dick, I thought we were invading because Haliburton needs oil and Saddam was mean to Daddy."
"We are George. But we can't tell that to Congress."
"Oh. Well, what's your idea, Dick?"
"We know oil prices will soar after we invade, right?"
"Right."
"So let's encourage Americans that they have a God given right to drive gas guzzlers. GM, AM, Ford are all in bed with the oil companies we own stock in."
"How are we going to do that, Dick? They're all about protecting the enviromomom... evniron... um, nature."
"We give them tax breaks for SUVs, George."
"But if we give tax breaks, how are we going to invade Iraq?"
"Try to follow along, George." (Presses intercom) "Could someone get Karl in here, please? I'm trying to explain something to the President.
"George, with all the corporate downsizing and people running side businesses to make ends meet, we make it a special tax cut."
"I'm still not following Dick."
Karl Rove walks in.
"Hi Karl."
"Thank Satan you're finally here, Karl. Help me explain this to George."
"Sure Dick. I'll do what I can. What are we explaining to him?"
"We're explaining my master plan to strand Americans at home."
"Ah... Thanks Dick. OK George, listen to me. We give tax breaks to small business owners who buy gas guzzling SUVs. Sure, they'll probably break their businesses in no time, but we have to do something to keep Americans thinking everything is good after 9/11. We keep them dependent on foreign oil and we keep the oil companies happy, we keep the car companies happy and we keep OPEC happy."
"I still don't understand."
"George, after we invade Iraq, OPEC is going to get pissed off as shit at us. Gas prices are going to start going up immediately."
"So won't people just start driving less Karl? Dick, you and Karl aren't making any sense."
"We give them the tax breaks and they're STUCK with a business vehicle that isn't economically feasible. But we set it up so they have to keep it for a certain number of years."
"But won't that hurt their businesses?"
"George, all these small businesses are starting to hurt big business. Corporations are what matter, not the people."
"But Karl..."
"George!"
"Karl, let me try to explain this to him some more."
"Thanks Dick."
"George, we convince Americans that these gas guzzlers are their right. We make sure just about every small business owner finds driving a Hummer attractive. Then we pull the rug out from under them. They're stuck with a vehicle that no one wants to buy from them and we profit."
"Well why didn't you say it was good for our oil stocks in the first place, Dick? I'm all for it!"
"Excuse me, but do you two still need me? I have Condi splayed out spread eagle down in the war room."
"No Karl, you can go."
Karl Rove leaves.
"Dick, I thought Tuesday was my day to splay out Condi in the war room."
"Hush George, we have more important things at hand. Don't you want to be able to retire to South America comfortably when we leave office?"
"Sorry Dick. Where were we?"
"We convince Americans to buy SUVs. Then we invade Iraq and oil prices start climbing. Timing is everything, George. They're stuck with the gas guzzlers, we make liberals look bad as they start screaming about tax cuts for the rich and we profit big time."
"Sounds good, Dick. But won't it backfire? Won't people start insisting we uncap those oil wells in Gull Island? What if they start talking about tax cuts for hybrids instead?"
"Don't worry, George. By the time the shit hits the fan, our conservative pundits will have convinced the sheeple that there's no room in the budget for any more tax cuts for small businesses, 90% of the country will believe gas guzzlers are a right not a privilege and we'll be out of office, or on our way out. No one can touch us. Hail Satan!"
"Hail Satan, Dick!"
"Hey, look at the time, George. I think we have time to join Karl and Condi down in the war room."
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Poseur In Our Midst
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Posted:Jun 16, 2008 9:39 am
Last Updated:Jun 30, 2008 11:31 pm
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Today I was browsing the local blogs, when I came across one claiming to be a certain porn star. She claims to have over 600 movies to her credit too. OK, why would a porn star with over 600 movies to her credit be on this site advertising a sex party she plans on having in Tulsa? Where she will be autographing and selling her movies? My radar went off.
So, I went off to search for Anastasia Sands, the porn star this woman claims to be. The IMDb has her bio, which is how she was a teacher most of her life and became a star of mature porn in her 40s, after being let go for seducing a student. She's of Russian descent and has never been married. Her age is listed as 59. In spite of making a mere dozen or so movies, she is an icon in the granny porn industry and has quite the following.
Then I went looking for images of Ms. Sands. Let's just say they look nothing like the woman claiming to be her. The woman claiming to be Ms. Sands lists her age as 43 and claims to be divorced too. Hmmm...
I sent a note to abuse, let's see if they do anything, as impersonating a celebrity is against the TOU agreement. I do hope they do something. This person is committing fraud.
The picture is of the real Anastasia Sands in action. If the profile of the poseur is still on the site, well, I'm sure I've given you all enough clues to find it and compare.
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The Thrill Is Gone
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Posted:Jun 11, 2008 11:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2009 5:33 pm
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That about sums it up, as far as where I've been.
A few things brought me to this point. The first being the quality of men I hear from in this neck of the woods. Good "Christians" have to write to me to tell me I'll burn in Hell for being a Pagan. Most of them are married. Rednecks who feel women are supposed to serve man on her knees. Guys, "To Serve Man" is an alien cookbook. Have you never watched "The Twilight Zone"?
Then there's the Republican factor. Not just Republicans, but the entire Neo-Con trip. This state is fucked up in that regard. Our Governor, Brad Henry, tried to veto a bill that would force victims of and who want an abortion to have an ultrasound within two hours of the procedure. The most accurate form of ultrasound. Which involves shoving a camera up the poor victims' twats to get a good look at the uterus and the forming embryo or fetus inside. Let's these girls twice! He tried to veto the bill. The State House overturned the veto. So, until some smart lawyer gets a case over unnecessary medical procedures, well, let's them twice.
And in this state, a full 29% of are of the uous variety. No wonder so many people look alike.
But then, back to the religion factor. The House and Senate of Oklahoma have passed a new bill. To allow all forms of religious expression in the classroom. Sally Kern, Baptist from Hell who has called any religion other than her own "insignificant" introduced the bill that was written by a Texas think tank.
Thankfully, last week Brad Henry vetoed it, saying the language was vague. House Bill 2633, the "Religious Viewpoints Antidiscrimination Act," had some interesting wording that meant that any could have written on any school paper that "God did it," or, "The Flying Spaghetti Monster did it last Thursday while drunk," and the teachers would not have been able to mark the question as wrong.
I'm not joking. The bill stated students would be able to, "express their beliefs about religion in homework, artwork, and other written and oral assignments free from discrimination based on the religious content of their submissions."
The religious right in the state isn't happy about this. But you know what? It would have been shooting themselves in the foot. Think the Born Again would have owned the schools had this become law? Nope. The Discordian would have owned the school in a week. Their own brand of chaos would have been protected as religious expression.
Then there's the fact that any Pagan who wanted to could have brought his or her altar in for show and tell and well, how many Pagans are born Pagan? Most are those who find Christianity lacking, but didn't know they really had other options. So how many fundie are now missing out on a major religious conversion? The religious right should be happy, instead of saying it's trampling their rights. in the Oklahoma public schools are offered voluntary prayer in the schools.
But yeah. This state is nuts. I've been told I'm "limiting" myself by refusing to date Republicans. You know, moderate Republicans are ok. But the Neo-Cons have taken over the party. They're the insane ones. I've dated a Neo-Con. I believe I've mentioned him in the past. I refer to him now if he comes up as Poseur McGoth. It finally turned out he thought he was a Sith Lord living in Middle Earth. Who honestly believed that Michael Savage book title about Liberalism being a mental disease. Um, who has the mental disease?
Then there are the other righties in my life. One I've known for years now. We started chatting the one night and we've been chatting ever since. He calls himself a full-out fascist. He wants me to become his blood sister, (some reenactment ritual where the wrist is cut, blood is mingled in a bowl and black powder is packed into the cut,) but at the same time tells me that if he ever goes through with his plans for world domination, I get to die with all the other Liberals. Gee, thanks! But I'm one of his best friends.
Then there's the other one. Who will make these grand gestures to hunt me down. Then disappear for months on end. Who will literally beg for sex while trying to convert me back to Roman Catholic and try to show me how the Neo-Cons are right and how I should mend my Liberal ways. He also has borderline personality disorder. I wonder if it's a coincidence that he and Poseur McGoth are from the same town?
So yeah, I'm sorry, Republicans and any stripe of religious fundamentalists are out. Which leaves about 5% of the state.
But being able to relate to anyone... It's rough. About 20 years ago I read something that said Midwesterners make great East Coasters but East Coasters make lousy Midwesterners. I thought that was a nasty thing to say. But you know what? That author was right. The values are different. The mindset is different. Even those who think of themselves as witty and urbane down here would rather die than watch a movie with subtitles. So don't even mention that fountain scene from "La Dolce Vita." No one will know what you're talking about. Fellini? That's one of them fancy Italian sports cars, ain't it?
Then there's the fact that if I hear one more person refer to New York as "Jew York", I'm going to get myself a gun. An assault rifle. Need I say more? They don't think any more highly of Catholics than they do Jews. All I have to do to scare someone off is mention that I was raised Roman Catholic and my paternal grandmother's family was originally Jewish.
I've had people tell me that they're Catholic in a hushed tone, followed by a cringe. They relax when I tell them I was raised Catholic. The fundamentalists really HATE Catholics and believe everything in those fucking Jack Chick tracts. I keep being told that Catholics are NOT Christians.
Mind you, they're all for the state of Israel and they'd prefer it if every Jew in the country moved there and left this a "Christian" country. They want to protect Israel for one reason and one reason only... It figures into the Rapture. Which was made up in the 1820s. I've started calling those who believe in the Rapture and who are Born Again "New Age Christians" because it's such a modern movement. They throw fits. But I can't help myself.
Next, well, everyone really does seem to look alike in their category. You can tell the good ole boys apart by their cowboy hats or baseball caps. Otherwise, they all look alike. Then there are the aging Ken dolls. You know, Ken isn't aging well at all. No wonder Mattel introduced a new boyfriend for Barbie.
Then there are the ones who look like wannabe televangelists. The greased hair, done in the typical evangelical hair style. Then there are the meth heads, who ALL start to look alike and about 20 to 30 years older than they really are, thanks to the drug abuse. Know how all heroin addicts with dark hair start to look like Keith Richards after years of abuse? No different with meth heads. But they all end up looking like well, the Hollywood stereotype of trailer trash.
Then, try to have a conversation with any of them. It's like they're talking in some weird language. I'm not "opening up" to them. Um, I'm telling you everything about me that I think might be relevant. But it would seem I'm not "opening up." When I ask what that means, the answer is, "just open up to me." WTF? Would someone PLEASE tell me what that means? Is it code for they want me to talk dirty while they jerk off to words on a screen? Am I supposed to have some sort of religious conversion and start worshiping at their feet? What does that mean?
But alas, I am rambling at this point. And I haven't even touched on the menopause factor yet. That is playing a major role too. But I shall save that for next time.
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Mail Bag
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Posted:May 19, 2008 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2008 8:26 pm
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Yeah, I know I'm supposed to be explaining my absence. But the words just aren't coming to me in a proper way. But this little diatribe from a married "Christian" man who looks like a cross between Jimmy Swaggart and Cory from "Life Goes On" and is over two hours away in Oklahoma City, well, part of the reason I've been gone is, the entire state is full of men like this. It's going to be a tough read, as he has no real sense of how to write properly and he doesn't believe in paragraph breaks. It is almost outsider art. But the attitude, well, I just love where I get called a for being on this site. Enjoy!
From: RedE2Go1957
Date: May 19, 2008 1:40 PM CDT
Subject: Are you a little Shellfish?
Mildly amusing profile. But I think you are a little to subtle. A giant in your own mind. What one says about others is generally most true about themselves. Reflect on that observation. Judging others is not your strong suit. Sorry about what makes you sad and angry at the world. But if torturing yourself makes you feel better then by all means you have my leave to continue. But if you realize that by saying these mean spirited things that you are giving up your power then relize that you are diminished by engaging in the very thought process that you project to establish that which you say you are. In laymens terms you are spiting in the wind. It appears you have little respect for any one on Passion.com so I think the odds of you winning the lottery or being struck by lighting are greater than finding a true male friend. But THEY say "There is someone for everyone". But in this case how could you respect the guy that would be the way you describe him and how could you respect yourself knowing what you know about that guy. I get your impossible dream. Be good to yourself forget getting even with the world. Create some value for your life. Make you proud! The hell with everyone and everything else until that happens. Love yourself first. Then get a or a cat and love that pet. Then slowly let people into your life. Be of service to others learn humility. Quit honking the horn of life at everyone. Stop smoking. You are not typical nor are you a snob. Snobs have class and would never stoop so low as to prostitue their comments in a venue such as this. Just because you can think or do a thing does not make it imperative to execute. Smile some time. In the mirror. If your reflection smiles back honestly ( not a shit eating grin mind you) then you have a opportunity to have a great day. If this starts happening everyday then there is hope for you. As for you and I lets just agree to disagree for now.
No reply is required.
Well, you know I replied. Especially seeing that no reply was required. Guys, this guy is typical of the men in this state. A few of the roomie's friends refer to the men in this state as "cheaters and beaters." I know one young lady who is so jaded, she honestly believes every single man in the state is like that.
Also, Oklahoma ranks 47th overall in public schools in the country. So, based on the fact he has no sense of usage and is cheating on his wife, this was my reply. Which isn't up to my usual standards, but I'm tired. I'm going to bed as soon as I hit post:
You're a married "Christian" cheating on your wife. You have no sense of proper paragraphs, which made your boring diatribe impossible to read.
Look pal, I'm a Northeastern Liberal feminist who has landed in Oklahoma on a temporary basis. You saw a picture you liked browsing the profiles. You hated my profile, especially when you saw no married men.
I personally don't care what men in a state full of right wing cheaters and beaters thinks of me. Your spelling, grammar, writing style all betray you to be not as intelligent as you would like to think, but most likely, as your IQ seems to be in the 90 range, (based on your usage of the English language,) that you're a genius based on the substandard education public schools offer in this state. Yes, I know that was a run-on sentence, but I doubt you know what that means.
But I'm so glad to know that you're so high and mighty that you consider all the women on Passion.com to be prostitutes. Tell me, oh wise one. Does that make you a master?
As I said, not up to my usual biting standards. But I thought I would post it for the amusement of all you prostitutes and masters out there.
Oh and a special note to the roomie on this one... If I hear that I'm judging without giving the guy a chance, well, what color casket would you like?
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Anyone Miss Me?
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Posted:May 10, 2008 11:25 am
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2008 11:36 pm
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Wow, I can't believe it's been so long since I left anything here. It's a long story and if anyone wants to hear it, I shall tell it. But I warn you, it's from the darkest corners of my menopausal mind.
So who's in?
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