COLUMBUS DAY...

Yeah, trust the pseudo-Americans to lay claim to a holiday in commemoration of their antecedents' genocidal tendencies. Go figure. 
Mind you, they used to have a Dingaan's Day here in South Africa and while being a very significant and influential Zulu Chieftain of yore, he was actually a homicidal maniac. 
The holiday has subsequently been renamed. 
A nation lauds its heroes upon whom they've based their ethos and culture so I'm guessing in the US we can soon look forward to a Charles Manson Day, Bernie Madoff Day, Columbine Mass Murder Day right alongside the good old genocidal Columbus Day and so on.... 
In Australia they must by default then have a Terra Incognito Day to make the settlers feel better about nicking the Aboriginals' land before exterminating them in droves. 
The point is - have we learned from this and more important - have we moved on and improved? 
Not sure that we have on either count.

http://rationalwiki.org/wiki/American_Indian_Holocaust

On Joan Rivers and female comedy

Well, whoever said that women aren't funny isn't sharing my reality although, as with anything in this society, men contrive to control everything through illusory assertions which, in the stratagem of forced repetition, most of us seem to accept as the stereotypical reality.
It's not - it's just product.
I made a statement on Facebook about Joan Rivers representing America metaphorically - plastic on the outside and cynical within which was a joke, of course, although I do harbour a very jaded opinion of America which is founded unfairly on what its so-called leaders do and say rather than the kaleidoscopic ethos of its colourful citizens who retain that magnificent quality of self deprecation and a vision that looks behind the bullshit.
And it's through the agency of comedy, particularly, nationally introspective parody that so many of us can laugh at ourselves although that process is so often laced with pathos at what we've collectively come to represent that the laughter might just be tinged with a touch of shame and inevitably, catharsis.
And sure there may indeed be far too many male comedians comparative to the female counterpoint so in that sense, Joan Rivers is iconic in that she is harsh, shameless and takes no prisoners just as Bill Maher, George Carlin et-al have always done - comedy has become socio-political commentary and has forged the essence of many a nation's conscience.
And as in days of yore, men have always known (at some level) the innate inner power of the feminine principle, the goddess energy - that which not only creates but enshrines the desire to nurture life and this has been perceived as a threat to that physical, bombastic, pervasive and illusory might that men have, for millennia, fought to maintain.
As life and our world continue to unfold and evolve, I think we all know (whether we care to admit it or not) that this feminine principle is the positive force that glues it all together despite the legacy of male destructiveness which has brought us to the brink of cataclysm and would have us continually poised there in a state of fear as a means of maintaining that male dominated "control".
I think "authentic" people help smash that illusion and perpetuate the freedom that cannot be compromised - that of our spirit where our strength and humour lie.
Joan may appear in a package of colourful nipped, tucked, superficiality but what lies beneath and what issues forth from those botoxed lips is the truth and there's the rub. The paradox of the parody.
Men currently and fragiley perpetuate a world of unsustainability which inevitably will be saved by the feminine principle and that, I do believe, is the real joke as the last laugh will be on men.
And the funniest woman on the planet is actually my wife. She makes me laugh in ways that every person should laugh - from the belly. And in laughter there should always be love.

FEELGOOD FUCKWITS

And so, as George Carlin might have once said: Here's another bunch of people who should be beaten to a pulp with mining equipment and left to bleed in a twitching heap - the feelgood fuckwits.

These are the people who always purport to take the higher moral ground usually because they've never struggled a day in their old-school-tie, daddy-paid-for-varsity-and-my-car-and-my-bail lives!

These are the ones who post a really tear-jerkingly, tragic then uplifting story on Facebook that has you snotty then ultimately all warm and fuzzy until they cap off their repost with:

"Like and repost if you care. Ignore means you don't care..."

GAK!

What the fuck! Who suddenly made you the guilt police, douchebag?







If the story is good enough to repost, I'll fucking repost it - not because you have elected to give me a little nudge in the direction of moral rectitude. And just for that presumption - you can go fuck yourself, you sanctimonious, self-righteous, preachy little twat!
And the story can go fuck itself too just because of you!

And if that doesn't seem right and you're thinking - ag shame - two wrongs don't make a right - you can go fuck yourself as well - with the same rusty cheesegrater that Preachy Douchebag number one just used.

Let the story speak for itself, for fuck's sake. There are enough politically-correct, anal-retentive, OCD, control-freaky, authoritarian, nosy, holier-than-thou arseholes in the world as it is - we don't need to have our decision-making on Facebook and other social media networks policed as well - Zuckerberg and a few select US government agencies are already doing that on your behalf.

You wanna do something really morally upstanding and worthwhile? Go volunteer at a soup kitchen for the homeless, you supercilious knobhead - oh and remember to insist that the scabby, smelly poor bastards only consume wheat-free, ozone-friendly, free-range, animal-free, nutrition without any unnatural additives, preservatives, chemicals or synthetic substances...because it's all been donated by you, of course!

Holier-than-thou vomit only

And when you're done with that - help undress the hapless gits, pare their corns, wash their feet and scrape the fungus off their asses before tucking them up in bed to an educational story with a suitably subtle and apposite socio-political moral to try get them on the same straight and oh-so narrow road that you believe yourself to be on...

Get that right and I'll repost anything you fucking wish anytime you wish it.

Pricks!

SWINGING, GETTING MARRIED AGAIN AND OTHER THINGS I SERIOUSLY NEED TO DO

Interesting that when we surf the Internet and use web applications like Facebook and suchlike, the boys at Google, Big Brother, the NSA, CIA, FBI et-al are all having a good old peek at what we're up to and where we are doing it from.
Yep, they are.  Maybe not like in a surveillance-centre situation like Pine Gap in Australia, an official government-funded eavesdropping site in collaboration with the US DOD (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pine_Gap) - and there are a few more besides, dotted all over the world - but there are programmed algorithms that screen for subversive phrases, websites, surfing content etc.
Trust me, this is how it works.
And the porn industry have got their SEO story in order (I am told by a good, filthy friend of mine...who would prefer to remain anonymous but hey - credit where it's due - Norman, you old dog!)
So no surprise when you just happen to inadvertently stumble across a porn site by mistake - probably some URL left in the browser history by a previous user - your wife or kids for example and voila - there you are at hornycoedswithvegetables.com or something equally tasteful...and these little regionally-apposite ads appear dotted around the page while you might be viewing Co-ed Candy preparing a butternut for tonight's stew...
Yeah, there are those ads for singles and easygoing MILF's (whatever those may be Mature Intellectual Lady Friends or something) and lo-and behold all in the very region from where you are accidentally viewing this website. And no questions asked by all accounts.
The wonders of modern technology and cyber communication eh?
As an aside - if there is a person on the planet who has access to the Internet and cannot get laid then I'm afraid it's suicide for you, my friend - and I'm sure there are websites for that as well....
But what I'm failing to understand is the ads that pop up during my Facebook sojourns as illustrated in the picture accompanying this post.
First off, they're telling me I'm a fat bastard and that I should be dieting using their chosen methodology. Now, it may be true to say that the midriff has thickened with the onset of fit-and-fifty-syndrome but as a vegetarian and an exerciser, non-drinker, non-smoker etc., I am still comfortably slipping (euphemism for wriggling) into my 34-36" (86-90cm) waisted trousers and have only gone up 1 size in about 30 years so they can take their fucking diet regimen and have it for dinner themselves, preferably via enema - the cheeky bastards!
Moving down the list, apparently they have been tracking my recent posts about the now-defunct iPod Touch and my whinge at Apple per-se. And thus appears the knight-in-shining-armour mobile device in the guise of Samsung. It could, of course, simply be that they've really, really perused my profile and are aware of my allegiance to the Blues of Chelsea Football Club, themselves sponsored by Samsung. Either way - they KNOW!
And fuck me if they haven't been reading the posts about potentially impending transportation of our piggies via trailer - there's an ad for one of those very machines right there. Spooky huh?
But, as they say in all the very best TV ads, wait - there's more!
Sliding further down the column (if you'll pardon the expression) I am invited to link up with one, Joanna Krupa, Polish super-model and all round babe it would appear. And this is where it begins to get a tad confusing...
Below that is the second partnering invitation - this time for Oriental love - is this at the bottom of the ad column because they are renowned for providing a happy-ending?
I am at a loss.
It has to be said that out of idle curiosity I clicked on those particular links - just to see what it was all about, you understand, in the interest of fair and accurate blogging....
And there - you see - perfectly harmless. On the Joanna Krupa link (now a US citizen by all accounts) right there crammed in with the ads for Ukrainian and Polish singles is the ad for Project Management courses (something I clearly need) as well as a download to speed up the Mac I'm using - the sneaky little so-and-so's...
But there is something seriously amiss with the "Secret Of Asian Women" link.
There I find that hot Asian women are looking for a normal guy like me.... and just by answering 3 easy questions, I will be doing it sideways in the Oriental way in a matter or moments, never to cast my eyes in the direction of another occidental woman again...
And that could be true - all of it but me, a normal guy? - that is just too far fetched to even think about.
I have no idea where they get this idea that I have this Oriental fetish though.
Ah, must dash, Karen is calling me back to our kinbaku session.

さようなら

Sayōnara

UNBELIEVABLE HOLLYWOOD ASSES

I don't think it's just me is it? But there has been a more frank and unashamed approach to sex on film these days and I'm not talking your regular porn flick deep pink fare - no, I'm talking about the offerings being produced by Hollywood on TV and in film now being served up with increasing frequency.

It must be stated here and now, however, these are merely observations and certainly not complaints. Not yet, anyhow.

More tits, ass and full frontal exposures (even penile appendages, much to my good lady's amusement as she sees this as leveling the field somewhat after decades of womanly nudity with no male counterpoint) have become manifest with the advent of.... what? A more mature, discerning audience? Hmmmmm - perhaps not methinks.

I think it's simply a case of the global population having become gradually inured to the unspeakable "horror" of naked flesh on their screens - this, obviously, until now more horrifying than gratuitous violence with which the media networks see fit to inundate us on an hourly basis as Global Super Powers sabre-rattle or progress(?) to actually bombing the shit of people in the troubled Middle Earth region of our beleaguered planet. Therein lies true, unspeakable horror of a more naked type than the beauty of the human form, warts and all.

The war paradigm  is a sad reality which I try hard to see beyond but the ongoing motion picture of Earth's staged anthropogenic conflicts, while devastating in a shameful, pernicious way, lack in their entirety, the majesty and magnificence of Gaia's own rumblings and bellicose rants - for me, terrestrial traits that have been cyclical and ongoing for millennia and not sudden, catastrophic changes imposed upon the planet by humankind's unsavoury activities as much as that would appease my own cynical sensibilities.

Point is - I simply don't believe it. The science (when scrutinised objectively and removed from the politicisation of this topic) simply doesn't hold up. The whole thing is bogus.

Returning, however, to the topic of sex on film, mainstream film: what for me is even more difficult to swallow (pardon the expression) is the manner in which this is presented. That is unbelievable. Not in the contemporary sense of - WOW - fucking unbelievable! In the sense that it lacks credulity on any level.

These Hollywood personages may indeed have the capacity and opportunity to bump, grind and shag like rabid rabbits in all manner of acrobatic, contortional  positions which would make the authors of the Karma Sutra blush and with an appetite and stamina to repeat the process within minutes of the previous session (or so the continuity staff would have us believe). I can swallow all that (oops - again).

But what strains the very bounds of plausible reason, believability and the condition of the human beast as I have come to know it over decades of studying it in its natural (and oftentimes unnatural) habitat - is the postulation that everyone who ever gets naked on screen regardless of age condition or social circumstances and who resorts to a bout of the horizontal bop for the sake of our entertainment and (perchance) plotline - has a perfectly smooth, unblemished arse. 

Fuck right off, folks - it is just not plausible. I'm not buying that shit at all.

Shape-shifting lizards ruling the roost in Buckingham Palace are a more plausible idea at this point.

Pimple-free arses for as far as Hollywood can ever hope to see - never!  

There's always one. 

And that's the bare-arsed truth! 

 

GREY, the novel - launched...

Hi Facebookers - GREY the novel is now available in store and can be purchased online at Kobo. It's a blast! 
This is the singular shade of Grey but there just might be a raunchy sex scene in there somewhere...
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ON CATHOLICISM - A CULT

On Catholicism

What I find fascinating is the "devolution" that takes place over time in both etymology and the ritual practice of religious rites.

"Catholic" for example means "all-embracing" which hints towards tolerance and, I suppose in a cynically unintentional serendipitous sense, a religion born of a mishmash of pagan and inherited myths is indeed all-embracing even if its true origins are unknown to so many of its devotees. Even more ironic perhaps, the fact that Catholicism is (even today) founded on dogma which is forged on exclusivity rather than inclusion thereby rendering its epithet entirely oxymoronic. 

And Catholicism is just one splinter of the doctrine of Christianity, forged from a story of the demise and (purported [for some]) return of a prophet, a story which paradoxically took the Judaic teachings of that prophet, largely ignoring the message and birthing a new religion based on the reverence of the messenger himself. Something, Christ, arguably may not even have claimed if the Christian concept of talking in parable and metaphor is to be believed.

Once created, Christianity became much manipulated for the sake of Roman political expediency and thus appeared the Roman Catholic cult or branch if you prefer.

The chosen sites for Christian/Catholic churches and cathedrals owe more to pagan geomancy than they do to divine guidance or instruction from "God" although in my own theological perspective those aspects actually form one and the same thing. However, I do not exclude the paganistic validity in the great scheme of things whereas the Catholic Church does. Again - non-embracing. 

Arguably a more rounded form of "orthodox" Christianity was practiced by the so-called Cathars in the 12th century through the Languedoc region of France and where Christ was not seen as divine son of God and duality was accepted in a totally different way.

Upshot, the all-embracing "Catholic" Church launched the Albigensian Crusade, a pogrom that annihilated almost every man, woman and child who dared oppose the "official" religion of Rome unless they recanted and embraced "true" Christianity.

So for me, what Catholicism was, went through and what it has become is, in every sense, a bogus, misogynistic all-exclusive doctrine that has and continues to foment more harm than benevolence in the world.

That isn't to say that there aren't benevolent, dedicated, wonderful, tolerant, altruistic Catholics - of course there are, many of them but unless the essence of the original TEACHINGS of Christ are embraced and practiced and the manipulative self-serving machinations of what the religion has become, discarded, I'm afraid it's nothing more than another corrupt Boy's Club driven by power, greed and manipulation.

I wouldn't want to ever be part of that particular cult not even as an honorary member...