I Just Joined AntiFa. 😁

 

Antifa, means...antifascist. I am 100% antifascist. MAGA, Miller, Trump et al keep trying to make it sound like being antifascist is a bad thing...it's not. I am proudly antifascist, and anti-Trump and anti-MAGA...proudly, very proud. Fuck 'em. 😁

Women Are...Amazing. 😁

                                 

I have a few people that work for me, mostly part time. One is a 33 year old "womans" (that's what I call them, womans, wemens, womenses, etc, just to amuse myself) with 3 little kids, and she's bat guano crazy, as in '"chick crazy".  Anyway, here's one thing that I like about her, all she really wants out of life is to be a mother and a grandmother. That's it. 

Backstory, she had a hard childhood. She grew up poor, her father owns a acre or so, on the rough side of town, down by the river. He's what the local Hispanic people would call a "Vato" or a "Chollo", or a "Pachuco". She's part Hispanic, maybe a bit Native American, could be a bit Mexican and quite a bit Italian between her father and mother. She has the brightest smile and the most pleasant personality one could imagine most of the time, the rest of the time she's a temperamental bat guano chick crazy, fiery, crazy ass chick "womans". Anyway, growing up, her mom left, then came back, then left and back again. A bunch of siblings and half siblings from both parents, a confusing mess. 

Her father had an old trailer, down by the river. It was dilapidated, trashed out, the acre covered with old cars, sheds, half finished buildings, motorcycles, you get the point. He was in and out of jail all the time, stealing cars, probably drugs, street racing and so on. And his "friends" scared her as a little girl. Not that any of them ever did anything to her, but they were loud, often drunk, biker types, just sort of scary to her. 

The hallway floor was rotted out. Totally rotted out. As in her dad threw a couple boards across the frame to walk on, but she could see dirt. She could look down and see the ground, snakes, bugs, mice, rats, lizards and whatever. She slept on the old ratty couch in the living room as the trailer was small and filled with junk and siblings of all ages. 

So now, she wants to give her kids the life she never had. She wants to give them the childhood she was deprived of. She wants them to have safety, security, to feel loved, protected, secure. She homeschools them and besides working, she spend her time with them, taking them to galleries, museums, events, the library, road trips around the area to the mountains, lakes, streams, the forest and so on. She's not rich, far from it. And she would take money if it came, but the priority in her life is...giving her kids a good life, and wanting them to thrive and she wants grandbabies. That's it. 

It's sweet, it's sincere, honest, reminiscent to some of a bygone era perhaps, but it's endearing. And its what she wants. No, I do not think women belong in the kitchen, they can do what they want. But in an era where most women seem to be obsessed with plastic surgery, fake body parts, Instagram, parties, hooking up, being self centered and delusional because of social media lies...it's refreshing to see that not all are like that, and gives me a bit of hope for the future.  

Women are...Nuts. Part 2. 😁

                               

So I was in my kitchen, making some food, as one does. I was scrubbing and washing some potatoes to bake them. She entered and sat at the bench on the side of the breakfast table. 

It went like this...

Her: Did you use a fork to stab the potatoes?

Me: I used a knife to stab the potatoes. 

Her: You're supposed to use a fork.

Me: Why?

Her: Because that's what people use to put holes in potatoes.

Me: What difference does it matter what device, apparatus or implement was used to create the holes?

Her: Everyone uses a fork to make the holes.

Me: The important thing is make holes so they won't explode while baking. How the holes got there does not matter. Knife, fork, a drill bit, a skewer, a stick, a corkscrew, the holes matter, not how they got there.

Her: You're supposed to use a fork to make the holes.

Me: Let me tell you something about holes...I'm about to use yours in a minute. 

Her: (Laughing) My holes are not the topic and are you implying you're going to "fork" my holes?

Me: Yes, I will "fork" your holes but as you're aggravating me, intentionally, you will be properly "forked" right after a good long hard bare bottom spanking. 

Some time later, quite some time later...after a great deal of spanking and "forking"...

The potatoes were just fine. 😁

Rush - The Analog Kid - Live 1993.

 

 

I sometimes enjoy music reaction channels wherein people are exposed to new music and real musicians. And, I, being inundated with and in full possession of top-notch ratiocination and perspicuity faculties, can categorically state with great alacrity, enthusiasm and honesty that Rush is the best band...ever. 😁

Women are...Nuts. 😁

 

They put fake hair, on their hair.

They put fake eyelashes, on their eyelashes.

They put fake fingernails, on their fingernails. 

They suck fat out of their butts (or something) and inject it in their face.

Those with small lips, want bigger lips.

Those with big lips, want smaller lips.

Those with light hair, want darker hair.

Those with dark hair, want lighter hair.

Those with big tits, want smaller tits.

Those with small tits, want bigger tits.

Those with a big ass, want a smaller ass.

Those with a small ass, want a bigger ass.

Those with light skin, want darker skin.

Those with dark skin, want lighter skin.

Something, not sure what the hell I'm talking about here, Botox, and lip filler and permanent eyeliner and removing ribs, and nose jobs, eye jobs, chin jobs...but not enough about blowjobs. 

Bunch of perpetual malcontents, never happy, with anything. 

 However, I have a solution... 

Details and instructions enclosed within. 😁

Spanking Women's Bare Bottoms And "Stuff" 

 Spanking Women's Bare Bottoms And “Stuff”

Seriously, most guys like women that are close to "factory direct". You all do this for other women, to keep up with, to compete with, to impress...other women. Guys mostly don't care. Guys are simple. We want...the 3 S's. Sex, sandwich and silence. Okay, not really just that. We like companionship and talking, and we like hugs and doing things, and sometimes we even like food beyond a sandwich, and no, we're not expecting you to make said sandwich (but if you want to, feel free...do it now, woman, lol) but why the hell do you complicate things, put yourselves through stress, spend a fortune on products that don't really help, and in some cases hurt or make you look *worse* all for...what? The approval of some unknown arrogant bitch walking down the street? Some chick you never met before and never will...but where she might "evaluate" you for a nanosecond as you pass by on the sidewalk? It makes no sense...truly. The guy you are with likes you for being you, not for the fake plastic parts and the 2 tons of makeup and bizarre body enhancements that cost a gazillion dollars. 

Maybe don't be a sucker for the cosmetics, diet and plastic surgery industry? Eat clean, go to the gym, practice good hygiene, drink water, don't create drama and, shut up while being bent over, when you...make sandwiches. 🤣

Spanking Hollywood Starlets.

I read a lot of autobiographies and recently came across one by Kirk Douglas. In the middle of the book was an entry where he mentioned a "tryst" with an actress named Elisabeth Threatt while filming a movie called "The Big Sky" (never heard of the movie or her). Anyhow, she apparently repeatedly implored him to beat her with his belt and then chided him for not doing it as hard as he could. During filming, which was out in the middle of nowhere, they'd wander off during downtime to the woods, near a stream or wherever, get naked and have sex in the warm sunshine and she wanted to be punished with his belt and rather demanded it be done quite severely. No major point, other than it was a surprise bit of unexpected information...and side note, she's totally hot as well. A ravishing beauty, as they used to say.

 

 

Rush: In The End.

 

Neil Peart was the primary lyricist for Rush, but this song was written by Geddy Lee for his wife....in 1975, 50 years ago.