Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Yeah, It's called my fucking childhood



Scientists Identify Brain's 'Hate Circuit'

Buzz UpSendSharePrint
43 mins ago

WEDNESDAY, Oct. 29 (HealthDay News) -- British researchers say they've identified a "hate circuit" in the brain. This hate circuit shares part of the brain associated with aggression, but is distinct from areas related to emotions such as fear, threat, and danger, said researchers Professor Semir Zeki and John Romaya, of University College London's laboratory of neurobiology. The study was published online Oct. 29 in the journal PLoS One.
"Hate is often considered to be an evil passion that should, in a better world, be tamed, controlled, and eradicated," Zeki said in a journal news release. "Yet to the biologist, hate is a passion that is of equal interest to love. Like love, it is often seemingly irrational and can lead individuals to heroic and evil deeds. How can two opposite sentiments lead to the same behavior?"
In this study, 17 female and male volunteers underwent brain scans while they looked at photos of a person they hated, along with photos of a "neutral" person. Looking at images of hated people triggered activity in an area that includes structures in the cortex and in the sub-cortex as well as components that generate aggressive behavior and translate it into action.
The hate circuit also includes a part of the frontal cortex that's believed to play a major role in predicting the actions of others, likely an important feature when a person is faced with someone they hate, the researchers said.
The sub-cortical activity of the hate circuit involves two structures called the putamen and insula. The putamen plays a role in the perception of contempt and disgust, and may be part of the motor system that's mobilized to take action, the scientists said.
"Significantly, the putamen and insula are also both activated by romantic love. This is not surprising. The putamen could also be involved in the preparation of aggressive acts in a romantic context, as in situations when a rival presents a danger. Previous studies have suggested that the insula may be involved in responses to distressing stimuli, and the viewing of both a loved one and a hated face may BABY WE CAN SLIP AWAY contribute such a distressing signal," Zeki said.
He added that activity in parts of the hate circuit matches the strength of the person's declared intensity of hate, "thus allowing the subjective state of hate to be objectively quantified. This finding may have legal implications in criminal cases, for example."


Not too much of a waste of your time.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Thursday, October 16, 2008

I've essentially had an asian cock in my mouth.




When I was about 16 years old I found a picture of my mother's boyfriend with his cock in his hand. Oh do I have your attention now? Fuck yeah I do. So anyway,  I found this picture right out in the open. If one considers "right out in the open" to mean deep in the back of her underwear drawer underneath some packages of everyday hosiery. And who doesn't? Well I certainly do. I guess that's why I was the little asshole who used to go through everyone's drawers in the house. I don't know why. Most of the time, I found nothing. And ninety percent of the time that I did find something, it was emotionally scarring. Yet I searched and searched. I found a bottle of Demerol in my Dad's briefcase when I was 14. I took one and had the  best fucking high of my life as I melted into the family couch and watched a video I had rented earlier in the day called "Bloodsucking Freaks." It's a nice movie, you should check it out. But I digress. So I found this fucking disgusting picture of my mother's Asian boyfriend sitting on the couch in my mother's room. Oh and did I mention that his cock was in his hand? I did? Okay, just wanted to be sure that you knew the picture was of my mom's Asian boyfriend with his cock in his hand. Anyway, the "portrait" was taken with him sitting on the very couch I had to sit down on when my legs nearly gave way after finding the picture. Legs that then catapulted me out of that fucking seat the second I realized I was sitting in the same spot as my mom's big-cock-holdin' boyfriend was in the picture. I've never moved so fast. It was as if someone had lit a brick of firecrackers under my nuts. I looked at this photo for a long time. Why? What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't know. I was mesmerized. I felt like this moment couldn't possibly be happening. But, of course, sadly, it was. The guy was slumped on the couch, holding his erect penis in his hand with his tongue sticking out, trying to be seductive. No, seriously. Like that's so sexy. A fucking tongue hanging out like a tired dog or a dead raccoon on the side of the road. Ignoring his twisted visage I instead focused on the matter at hand, so to speak. His cock. It was way bigger than I had been led to believe Asian men normally had. This disturbed me on so many levels.  Seeking strength in numbers, I yelled for my brother to come into the room immediately. In the time it took him to run into the room, something devastating dawned upon me- someone had to take that picture. I'm nearly vomiting as I write about it so you can imagine how I felt then. Yes,  it occurred to me that my fucking mom snapped this shot. The blood rushed from my head, and I smelled burning oranges. I was milliseconds from fainting when my brother came into the room, saw the picture and laughed uproariously. That laughter brought me back to reality. Thank God he was there. It was hilarious. I see that now. I have to. What the hell else can I do but laugh? My mother's boyfriend- who, by the way, was a total dickweed elitist douche- was holding his cock right in front of us. He had no idea we could see his humiliating display and that was great for us. Every time we saw him thereafter we'd giggle like little schoolgirls and he'd have no idea why. Tee-hee! Of course, if he had a ladyfinger (Asian firework reference) dick, it would've been a lot better but this was still pretty awesome. What a total dick. Who would pose for a photo like that? You might then ask who would take a picture like that? Hey, back the fuck off, that's my mom. I love her very much, and if she wants to get a little freaky in her spare time, that's cool. Just hide the shit better next time. Damn, girl. You know you raised disrespectful asshole kids who had no respect for anyone's privacy, you shoulda locked that shit up in a safe deposit box. Anyway, here's the kicker. That guy was not only my mom's boyfriend. He was also my dentist. I had to see him for another year or two after that for bi-annual cleanings. That's right, a man who's dick I clearly should never, ever have seen had his dick-holding hands all up in my mouth. His dick by proxy was in my mouth. Sure he wore rubber gloves but do you think that made it any better in my mind? Now I knew what his dick in a rubber tasted like, essentially. I have not visited a male dentist since. No, I'm stable and rational. 






Not too cock-asian. 

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tee-hee!


WASHINGTON (CNN) -- Vice President Dick Cheney will visit George Washington University Hospital on Wednesday after doctors discovered a recurrence of an abnormal heart rhythm, his spokeswoman said in a written statement.

Vice President Dick Cheney has a history of heart problems, including several heart attacks.

Doctors discovered Wednesday that Cheney was "experiencing a recurrence of atrial fibrillation, an abnormal rhythm involving the upper chambers of the heart," Megan Mitchell said.

He will undergo an outpatient procedure to restore his normal rhythm, she said.

Cheney canceled a Wednesday campaign event in Illinois for Marty Ozinga, a Republican nominee for a U.S. congressional seat.

The 67-year-old vice president has a history of heart ailments, including four heart attacks dating to 1978. He was briefly hospitalized in January 2006 after suffering shortness of breath.

Cheney also experienced an abnormal rhythm in the upper chambers of his heart November 26. His normal heart rhythm was restored through a procedure called cardioversion, which uses an electrical impulse.

At the time, Cheney complained of a lingering cough from a cold.



Not too on the FBI watch list now.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

God damn it, Larry Flynt, you asshole!


Larry Flynt's "Hustler" is producing a video depicting maverick milf, Sarah Palin, in hot sexual situations. Good idea? Fuck yeah it is. Too bad they cast some ugly pig who looks nothing like Palin to play the part. 

It's a fucking disgrace. Doesn't anyone take pride in creating porno anymore (that's a whole other post for sure)? I was really looking forward to this fine film too. Now there's only a 90% chance I will rent or buy it. Fucking Larry Flynt. He has to half-ass everything. Nothing he does is ever done well. I bet the guy can't even walk well. Oh....right.  

(Hey Spanish Johnny, take notice of the full-back panties. You like that right? You're a fucking filthy animal. )





Not too indebted to Larry Flynt and his tireless efforts to preserve freedom of speech even though he can barely speak. 

Thursday, October 9, 2008

More of the funniest website of all-time


The site, www.focusonthefamily.com  is a goldmine. The founder, James Dobson, is a fucking crackpot Jesus freak, self-loathing homo who thinks homosexuality is a sinful choice. According to the always reliable and accurate Wikipedia, Dobson is so vehemently against the gay lifestyle that he accused Spongebob Squarepants of being a shill for the homosexual community. Check this out: "In the winter of 2004-2005, the We Are Family Foundation sent American elementary schools approximately 60,000 copies of a free DVD using popular cartoon characters (most notably Sponge Bob) to "promote tolerance and diversity." Dobson contended that "tolerance and diversity" are "buzzwords" that the We Are Family Foundation misused as part of a hidden agenda to promote homosexuality. The New York Times noted Dobson asserting: "tolerance and its first cousin, diversity, 'are almost always buzzwords for homosexual advocacy.'" Umm, guess what, Mr. Dobson? You are fucking gay! You've been denying it your whole life. But you can't fight it when you see those choir boys in your church kneel down and open their mouths for that wafer, huh? At that moment, even at your advanced age, I'm sure your dick gets hard as a fucking rock. I am positive at some point- and probably a lot more than I can even imagine- Dobson has had hardcore gay sex. He will burn in hell, if there is one. Not for being gay, of course, but for denying being gay and for making so many poor fucking kids/adults afraid to come out. And for teaching intolerance and what is essentially gay-bashing. What a fucking dick hole. 
 
Anyway, here's a fun little article on parenting from Dobson's website. Enjoy. 


Are You a Pinocchio Parent?
by Shana Schutte


Do you remember Pinocchio, the little wooden boy carved from a piece of pine by the woodcarver, Geppetto? (Mind you, this article is meant for parents, not children and already it's starting off so fucking condescending.) Even though Pinocchio dreamt of becoming a real boy, there was very little real about him – except that he had a nasty habit of lying. Whenever he lied, his nose grew. If he told a whopper, it grew very long, while a little white lie caused only a little growth. (Of course Dobson loves this story. A little boy made of "wood" whose nose grows? I mean, could it be any more about getting erections?)

According to Dr. Chuck Borsellino (Never trust anyone with that first name) , the author of Pinocchio Parenting (what a gay title) , many adults suffer from Pinocchio's problem. No, they're not blatant liars, and their noses don't grow (No way! Really?), but they use false clichés to teach their kids, which can be problematic.

Before you think you couldn't possibly be a "Pinocchio Parent," check out these four common lies that adults tell their children (One of them is that the Earth was created 4,000 years ago, right?). While people may repeat these untruths at any time, I've broken them down by ages and stages for extra insight. (Ooh, I can't wait for Shana's amazing insight)

Early Stages (0-3)
"Yes, Honey, there is a Santa Claus."

During the Christmas holidays, tiny tots all over the United States (yes, only in the United States, because everywhere else the heathens wait for a giant monkey to deliver their toys)  gather in shopping malls to sit on Santa's lap. Soon, with a little coaching from Mom and Dad, our littlest citizens believe in the magic man in the red hat and long, white flowing beard. (No, instead we must teach them that this holiday about about a magic man with long hair and a white flowing beard who sees you when you sleep and knows when you've been good or bad. And you have to pray to him every Sunday or else he'll make sure you burn in a pit of fire when you die.)

You might be thinking, OK, wait a minute! What's wrong with Santa? He is part of the magic of Christmas. Granted, many people agree that there isn't anything wrong with St. Nick, including Dr. Dobson, the founder of Focus on the Family. "I wouldn't take that away from early childhood. My kids loved Santa." (So what's your fucking point, asshole?)

While Dr. Borsellino agrees with Dobson that play and fantasy are a fun (and sexy!) part of childhood, the main lesson parents should glean from Santa is to be "careful telling your kids anything that you'll have to un-tell them later." (Like "mommy and daddy love each other very much" or "Daddies always feed kids with their special milking hose when mommy's boobies dry up.")

Discovery Years (ages 4-7)
"What's on the inside is what matters." (Especially with vaginas)

The first time that Julia came home from middle school crying because her classmates ridiculed her about her "elephant-size" ears, her mother tried to comfort her by saying, "Sweetheart, it's what's on the inside that matters." ("Take mommy, for instance.  I am rotting on the inside because every dream I ever had for myself died when you emerged from my swollen hole. That's when I got a new identity called 'mommy' and I stopped being myself. But it's okay because the role of 'mommy' is so liberating and completely unique to my existence. Hold on, Dear, while I put this gun in my mouth and blow my brains out.")

While this sounds like a good argument because what's on the inside does matter to God, the truth is that we in the United States have a beauty bias. And, according to Borsellino, "We lie [to our kids] when we don't face that." (You know what, I can't argue with this. Damn! If your kid is fugly, you'd better prepare them for the life of abuse, lies and disappointment that awaits them. But first you have to admit your kid is ugly. Come to your fucking senses, people. I know you think your kid is beautiful but, guess what, every parent thinks that. You know that ugly girl in middle school that you made fun of for having a huge forehead? Yeah her mom though she was beautiful. So take a close look at your kid. Think about the odds. Notice how many good looking people you see in a day versus how many ugly fuckers you see. Get the point? The odds are against you and your ugly kid. Best start preparing them now. )

What can a parent do when teens, especially girls, are demoralized by the world's message that you don't matter if you don't look like a movie star? While a parent does not want to emphasize outward appearances, Borsellino believes parents should teach kids to make the most of what God gave them ("accentuate the tits," Borsellino suggested.) . "If the barn door needs painting, paint it," (not too sexually suggestive) he says. We should also eat healthy and exercise to take care of our bodies. Of course, making the most of our outward appearance should never be done at the expense of faith or character. (So no "Cum on Jesus" tattoo above the ass crack?) 

Tween Ages (ages 8-12)
"The best things in life are free."

When your children start to grow, it's natural for you to want to teach them to be grateful. You want them to value the little things in life, right? For this reason, just about every parent tells their kids, "The best things in life are free."

While this may sound good, the question is this: when is the last time you really valued something that was free? (But wait, I'm confused, this seems very un-Christian) It's probably been a long time, or it may have never happened. The truth is that anything that is worth something costs something. It costs courage, dedication, money, sacrifice or relational commitment. (Oh wow, my mind is officially blown! What a twist! This is better than anything that Hitchcock or M. Night Shyamalan could come up with.)

The college graduate who studied for years will tell you they value their diploma. The husband and wife who have worked their way out of a deep marital ditch will tell you that a healthy marriage isn't free. The young pastor who works two jobs to keep his congregation afloat will say that it costs dedication (and a lot of money to settle all those kid raping cases. Damn loud-mouthed little faggots!).

So you see, the truth is that the best things in life aren't free, and according to Dr. Borsellino, "Whatever you earn cheaply, you will also value to the same degree." No doubt, this is a great truth to teach your kids. (And be sure when they ask "mommy, was I free" that you tell them the fucking reality; "No, Billy, you were not free. Mommy had to give up her dreams, her body and her sexuality for you. And Daddy had to give up being attracted to mommy and 10 years off of his retirement and that's why he sees a whore now.") 

Teen Phases (ages 13-18)
"You can be anything you want to be."

When parents want to encourage their teens about finding a career they often say, "You can be anything you want to be." Is it a lie? Absolutely. (And because you've properly trained your children to take everything they see, hear and read literally, like the Bible, 

"The truth is, if you're 4'9 (and white) ," says Borsellino, "you can't play in the NBA."It is also true that we have more opportunities in the United States (if you're white) than just about anywhere else in the world, but no one can be whatever they want. A skilled engineer will probably go crazy trying to write a book, and an artist would most likely go bananas if she had to crunch numbers for a living. Yes, God has given everyone gifts, but no one has every gift. (So- in an effort to encourage and motivate your little cunt kids definitely don't tell them they should "reach for the stars", because that's utter bullshit. How could they possibly reach the stars? They are millions of miles away! Could these Christians be any more literal? Okay, sure, you can't be anything you want in life but should you stop them from trying? I don't think anyone- even the kids who hear that phrase- are taking it literally. But then again, we are talking about Christians here. They think a man turned water into wine and that's a fucking FACT!!!!)

Rather than tell kids they can be whatever they want, Dr. Borsellino suggests that parents ask themselves, "What kind of gifts and talents can I fertilize in my children?" (Wait, say that last sentence again, I want to lube up.)  In other words, how can I encourage growth of the particular gifts, talents and bents that God has placed in each of my children? Parents should also teach their kids to strive for excellence by doing their best with whatever skills and talents God has given them (But what if that talent just happens to be giving the most exquisite blow jobs? What then? I don't mean every day, run-of-the-mill blow jobs. I mean like the best fucking head on the planet. What if that was the one skill your [over 18 years old, you fucking animals!] kid was given? Someone's gotta have it, right? Spanish Johnny?)

Most importantly, Borsellino wants his readers to know that the most dangerous lie is not one we tell our kids, but the one we tell ourselves. It's when we say, "I don’t matter." (Huh? Who the fuck says this?) No doubt, this lie will rob parents who believe it of their ability to parent effectively.

The greatest proof that we do matter is the cross (yes, an instrument of torture and unthinkable pain is all the proof I need.) Through Christ's act of unconditional love, God said, "You mean the world to me, even if the world says you don't matter." (So, why does your faggot doctor infer that saying "I don't matter" is the worst lie of all?) Not only is this one of the greatest truths that parents should embrace, but it's one they can share with their children, at any age or stage. (Yes, definitely try sitting down with your 15 year old and share this with them. I'm sure it will mean so much and make a huge difference in their life.)


By the way, for the record, I am not anti-Christian but I am anti-preaching. Go make sense of that.



Not too evaginacal.


PS> Say "hi" to your mother for me, okay? 

Friday, October 3, 2008

"Oh my Gash"



This morning I was greeted by newspaper headlines like "Palin passes" and "no fatal slips as Biden, Palin tussle for title of reformer." No fatal slips? What about that hackneyed fucking winking? What about her absolute lack of substance? I knew it. If she didn't take a shit on stage it was virtually guaranteed the weak press would laud her performance as a rousing success. I can't believe it but America really is less interested in facts, substance and track records than they are in snappy eye wear, pretty hair, supple, pouty lips, bedroom eyes, a perfect smile,  milky, flawless legs, a tight little ass that won't quit and is begging for a hard spanking. Oh fuck it, PALIN FOR PRESIDENT!!!!!!




No, I'll have a lot to talk about when the election is over. 

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Oh....my....God



These things actually vote? This country is fucked. 





Not too genetically blessed.