Friday, September 19, 2008

I've got a five inch taint.



More reasons why Mr. Show was the greatest show of all-time. 





When was the last time you saw a skit that funny on any tv show? I'll tell you when, never. Fucking grow up, losers. Check out this one too. Then go out and buy the DVD's. Needless to say, they are well worth it. You will never stop watching them. 








Not too between the balls and ass. 

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The funniest website of all-time (part 1)



The website is www.focusonthefamily.com. And I'm not linking it because it really is a despicable site. However, I've combed through all the homophobia and churchy-ness to bring you some highlights. The following is an article from their "Life Challenges" section -aimed at the young 'ens-  about a young man with a propensity for looking at - gasp! - "pictures of naked women." Fuck you preachy assholes. I guarantee the hypochrists who write that site all have way worse shit hidden in their basements. Like dismembered, previously-raped little boy bodies. But I digress. Here's their wonderfully written lesson to the young about pornography. I give you, "I know what you did last night" with my comments in red, obviously.

Ken struggled to adjust to the dorm scene his freshman year. Guys (I can hear the editor now "let's use 'guys' instead of 'men' so we can really appeal to the young kids) dropped by his room all the time, but not to see him. In fact they ignored him as they hung out with his roommate who seemed to be adjusting just fine. Ken hoped to simply get by — going through the motions of college and often bypassing the social scene around him. At this tough time, pictures of naked women seemed to be faithful friends. When he felt lonely or frustrated, he knew exciting images were only a few clicks away on the Internet. The rush they provided dulled the drudgery of sitting in class and the awkwardness of social time between classes.

Ken knew it wasn't right. He struggled with pornography throughout high school and going to a Christian college didn't change things, but he thought it was just a private little habit he'd have to work on. Until his habit was exposed. Some guys on his hall — the same ones he hadn't been able to fit in with — caught him in the act. They spread the word and seemed to enjoy the embarrassment it caused him. (Sounds like some nice Christian kids there.) It made him mad. He denied viewing the porn even though he had been caught. He lost his temper and started pushing people around. When the pushing led to a fight, Ken got kicked out of the dorm. 

And thus ends the compelling parable. That's it? Ha-ha!!!  Ken looked at naked pictures which led to him being kicked out of the dorm. See how porn leads to no good? I couldn't be the fact that he lashed out physically against a gang of bullies that got him kicked out. No, it was the naughty little habit of looking at naked lady pictures. What a bunch of assholes those kids were. The amazing part is, this writer obviously has no problem with theses "guys" publicly humiliating and abusing Ken. In fact, in his eyes, it's something any heathen who looks at porno should expect. What a very Christian, forgiving attitude. But while that's where the story ends, the analysis continues on. They make some really great points in the paragraphs below.

Out from the shadows (oooh, spooky)

Ken's not the only one whose problem is now public — he's part of a trend identified at several Christian college campuses. Sixty-eight percent of the guys surveyed at five religiously affiliated schools recently said they had intentionally looked for porn online.2 In that survey by the National Coalition for the Protection of Children and Families (not too biased), 10 percent said they viewed porn frequently and five percent thought they had a problem with it.

The wiring of Christian colleges for Internet over the past few years pushed the issue into public view. School administrators can no longer deny a porn problem when they review logs of campus Internet activity filled with porn sites or watch late night spikes in telecom demand as students plug their modems into dorm room phone jacks. (Unlike the good ol' days when you could completely deny a priest's rape of an innocent boy without a care in the world.) 

Additionally, campus pastors and counselors can't ignore the problem as more and more students come by telling how their old smut habits were accelerated via the convenience and affordability of Internet porn.

Talk about porn on the campus of a state school and students will say, "What's the big deal? It's not hurting anybody." Christian students usually know better. The same survey that looked at porn exposure on campus also asked about attitudes. While a majority of those interviewed had seen porn, they also agreed on three facts: Porn can be addictive, porn hurts relationships, and viewing porn is a sin that damages relationship with God.

So that means a lot of Christian students have a gap between their beliefs about pornography and their behavior. Like Paul, they do the things they don't want to do and are not able to do what they would like to do. Recognizing this gap, many Christian colleges now install filters on their Internet service, but they also go the next step and try to help students do the equivalent of installing a filter on their hearts. "This is a problem that can't be solved with technology (censorship)  alone," says David Tilley, Vice President of Student Life at Lee University in Tennessee. (Lee University, huh? As in Robert E. Lee. What a nice school. Named after a slave owner who fought viciously to keep slavery for all in the South to enjoy. Here are just a few sentences from a letter to his wife in 1856: "The blacks are immeasurably better off here than in Africa, morally, socially & physically. The painful discipline they are undergoing, is necessary for their instruction as a race, & I hope will prepare & lead them to better things."  Well at least he hopes for better things for them. When are we going to hear the point of view form the Vice  President of Student LIfe at Hitler University?)

Lee, along with Taylor, Wheaton, Biola (what a gay name) and several other schools now look to special chapels, accountability groups, and innovative dorm programs to address sexual purity and to provide guys like Ken with a safe place to confess their struggles. (They need a safe place because otherwise students will beat the shit out of them and get them kicked out of their dorms apparently.) Their effort is paying off. During a recent revival at Biola University, several students confessed their Internet porn problem and were finally able to work towards freedom from a lifelong struggle. (Really, a lifelong struggle? They have been battling with their conscience since birth about whether or not to look at pictures of women sticking Coke cans in their vaginas?) 

A Longing for Intimacy

Like those at Biola, many students have discovered that confession can break the cycle of shame driving their porn habit. "What drew me in deeper to pornography was the secrecy, shame, and guilt that is usually associated with it," says Brad* who struggled throughout college. "I felt like I couldn’t tell anyone about my problem, and this began to snowball. The deeper I became involved in pornography, the harder it was to climb out." (No, those quotes don't sound too manufactured.) 

Here's how the cycle works. Whether they recognize it or not, guys like Ken and Brad need relational intimacy — they need for people to know them and like them (so, naturally, they write awful, nasty things on a blog) Early on, however, they realize that relationships can be awkward and complicated (especially when the relationship between them and their trusted family priest turns highly erotic.)  Meanwhile, their needs are still strong and they see that pornography can at least give them some sense of satisfaction without all the complications of human relationships (no argument there.) Now they have a secret — a dirty little habit they don't want anyone to know about. They still need intimacy, but they think, "if anyone knew what I did last night, they wouldn't love me." And so they build walls that make it even harder to be known and loved. (All because they looked a purdy lady privates.)

Guys aren't known for sitting around and talking about an underlying need for intimacy (I don't know about you Christian faggots, but me and my homeboys often discuss the need for intimacy after we kick back with some juice boxes and red vines) . More often they can be found in testosterone-fueled conversations about the more physical aspects of sexuality (kissing, hugging, fisting etc...). But intimacy — that experience of being known and loved — is a powerful need that nevertheless drives sexual desire. That's why the act of intercourse was once described as "being known" (as in "David took her into his tent and knew her.") (So when they say "God knows you", that means he's fucking you?) 

But who is "knowing" anybody when a guy stares at an airbrushed image on a computer screen (hey, "Throat yogurt 11" is NOT fucking airbrushed!) ? The tragedy is that pornography pretends to meet a need for intimacy while systematically making intimacy impossible. In his book, The Centerfold Syndrome, Dr. Gary Brooks (homo) explains that pornography erodes a man’s ability to relate to a woman in an intimate and honest way because it "pays scant attention to [his] needs for sensuality and intimacy while exalting [his] sexual needs."

An image of a woman without her clothes creates sexual excitement, but disconnected from marital closeness (marital only, people! There can be no closeness otherwise!) , it fails to deliver the closeness and oneness that complement visual stimulation. C. S. Lewis paints a great word picture for this in Mere Christianity (more like Queer Christianity) . "You must not isolate [sexual] pleasure and try to get it by itself," he says, "any more than you ought to try to get the pleasures of taste without swallowing and digesting, by chewing things and spitting them out again." (So he's making the case for swallowing over spitting? I'm on board.) 

Worried that his porn habit had damaged his sexual appetite, a student named Tyler* vowed he wouldn't take a porn problem into his marriage. It wasn't easy, though. His commitment required him to fight back years of experiencing sex as a selfish and controlling act through pornography and masturbation (Please, what's wrong with masturbation? I mean, so what if a guy likes to touch a car battery electrodes to his wet taint whilst making an Atlantic Sea Bass ejaculate into his mouth? What's so wrong with that?)  and to replace it with a selfless and intimate view of sex in the context of serving his wife. "Marriage won't cure a porn addiction, so don't wait until then to address it," Tyler says, "It isn't fair to your future wife and it shortchanges the relationship that God has for you."

The notion that intimacy heightens sexuality even made it to the hip and worldly pages of Men's Health magazine (ooh cutting edge!) recently. In a surprisingly critical look at Internet porn surfing, the writer questioned the value of sexual pleasure that is disconnected from a committed and intimate relationship. One of his better quotes comes from Carl, an oceanographer, who says, "It is a constant battle to remind myself, when arousal material is so easily accessed, that to attain a higher level of real sexual fulfillment takes intimacy." 

One concept Men's Health magazine probably won't tackle, however, is the idea that real intimacy begins with God. In a fallen world, anyone who desires to be known deeply ( you mean fucked deeply as per your definition above?) and loved deeply will inevitably be disappointed by his or her relationships. Only God can know you and love you completely. Think about that. He's the only person who sees you around the clock and knows your every thought. He sees all the good things in you that you want the world to see, but He also sees all the bad stuff you want to hide. And remarkably, He loves you unconditionally. (Umm, then what is the fucking problem?) 

In response, God asks that you love the people around you in the same way He loves you. Instead of being focused on having your needs for love and intimacy met by others, God calls you to receive His love ( wow, is that erotic literature or what?) and then focus on loving others. So what it comes down to is this. Pornography promises something like intimacy and then cheats you of real intimacy twice. First it pushes a wedge between you and God — the only one who can know (again, by their definition that is "fucking") and love you completely. And secondly it gets you so focused on your own desires that you are unable to know and love anyone else in an intimate relationship.

C.S. Lewis provides another illustration offering a clear distinction between the brief and counterfeit pleasures of pornography compared with the eternal and abundant promises of intimacy with God. "We are half-hearted creatures," he says, "fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mudpies in the slums ( no, I don't own the xxx DVD release of "Making mudpies in the slums") because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea." His next line is the clincher: "We are far too easily pleased.." (Gay.) 


The scary thing about all of this is that "Focus on the Family" is a very influential group in this country and can influence those who are easily led (ie, Christians) to do whatever they want, so get ready to watch Sarah Palin take the Oath of Office. Yay!!!!!! 

Not too knowed up. 

For BP


This is for BP, the amazingly talented Art Director who created my new logo: 


"My shoes hurt." 



He fuckin' knows what it means. And if any of you had any sense of humor at all, then you would too. But I trust most of you are retarded (like Bob LaMonta's parents) and have never seen this bit of genius from the woefully underrated "Mr. Show": 





Not too strong, like the Hulk. 

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Even the Cunt of all cunts doesn't think this cunt should be in office.


Cunt. 

Read Gloria Steinem's excellent point of view on fellow cunt Sarah Palin right here.





Not too Women's libby.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

You have to see this

More McCain hypocrisy spotlighted by the geniuses at the Daily Show.

Monday, September 8, 2008

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Well, now she has two retards to take care of.




Sarah Palin, the lying cunt Vice-Presidential nominee from Alaska, now has another retarded person in her life to take care of; Senator John McCain. Last night ABC news aired an interview by Charles Gibson in which the Senator was asked about Palin's credentials. Here is one of his answers (ver-fucking-batim). 

Gibson: Can you honestly say you feel confident having someone who hasn't travelled outside of the United States until last year dealing with an insurgent Russia, with an Iran with nuclear ambitions, with an unstable Pakistan? Not to mention the war on terror? 

McCain: Sure.  And one of the key elements of America's security requirements are energy. She understands the energy issues better than anyone I know in Washington, D.C. And she understands that Alaska is right next to Russia. She understands that. 

HA-HA-HA!!! Are you joking? She understands that Alaska is next to Russia? Oh thank God she understands that. What an accomplishment. I think her four month old Downs-syndrome child understand that. What the fuck kind of answer is that? It's embarrassing. Well that sounds just like the kind of person we need to be second in command behind your decrepit ass, McCain. 

SIDE NOTE: The GOP convention has been full of lies. To see them side-by-side with the facts that disprove what was said, read this nice, quick story here





Not too retarded.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Feces




A pile of horse shit


A pile of dog shit


A pile of rabbit shit



A pile of worthless shit





Not too shitty.

Friday, August 22, 2008

Your kid, your fucking problem. Deal with it, fuckhole.


Whoa, whoa, whoa. You gotta be fucking kidding me. You think you deserve a special spot in a parking lot because you made the dumb-ass choice to have a kid? This spot was actually closer to the storefront entrance than the spots reserved for the handicapped.  Seriously--your ugly ass deserves a break more than the soldier just back from Iraq who lost his leg in the fucking desert?  Let's see--the selfless veteran who served his country against the selfish bitch who needed a child because she's bored with her husband's cock and needs a distraction?  Fuck you and your child-bearing hole.   From what I can see, most mothers with infants could use a little exercise--maybe a few extra steps in the parking lot would help your husband forget the bloody head emerging from your stretched va-high-na and overlook the cobwebby stretch marks gracing your belly, fatty.  




Not too jealous of motherhood.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The August "People Who Should Have Been Aborted" post



This is the first in a series of monthly posts making the case for very, very, extremely late-term abortions. 


The following people should've been aborted long ago but thanks to science (and coat-hangers) it's still not too late.

Tyler Perry

This guy is funny? How can anyone think that? He's a bland, awful "humorist."  He'd be a lot funnier if he became a blended blob of goo in the bottom of some doctor's trash can in 1969. 


Pete Wentz

What in the FUCK has he and his pouty fucking puss face ever contributed to society? Shittier than shit music? Abort him. 



Pat Robertson

This piece of shit has wiped his dirty asshole with the U.S. constitution so many times. The scary part is, he's made an impact. Every one of his followers should be aborted too, probably, but once he's gone maybe they'll see the light. Speaking of which,  I'm gonna pray now. Dear Lord, oh heavenly father, please, please, please make it possible for Pat Robertson to crawl back inside his mother's vagina so that I may then beat her belly with an aluminum bat like a piƱata until a bloody Pat oozes out onto the floor. Amen. 



Nobes

Yes even me (as seen above watching tv on a typical Thursday night) probably should have been aborted. I'm sure I'm not the first to think this. I'm fairly certain many of you, after reading this post, will think I should be aborted immediately. And I'm pretty sure my mom wished I'd been aborted many times as well over the years. It's probably why she made toys for me out of wire coat-hangers when I was little. She was hoping I'd do it myself. 



(NOTE: I chose, and will continue to choose,  famous people for this list because, quite frankly, it would be hard to get pictures of the people I run into in everyday life that should have been aborted. Like that fat waddling fuck I just encountered on the street who was so unaware of her surroundings- probably because she was dreaming of creamy cakes- to move out of the way of the horde of people stuck behind her fat, slow, ambling ass. An abortion for all the slow fucks out there would be nice. It's the only thing in their lazy, inconsiderate lives that would be over quickly.)



Not too aborty. 



Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Douche Fucking Bag


You know who deserves to have their entrails ripped out and fed back to them? Anyone who ever -EVER - wears a Thelonious Monk t-shirt. You fucking pretentious bullshitting shitter. Fuck you. You don't like that fucking music, just admit it. Black, white, Asian, I don't care what you are, the bottom line is you are a fucking pompous joke. Suck it, you phonies. 


Not too stolen from Spanish Johnny

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Eww, it's a monster! Kill it! Kill it!!!



Well, kill the one on the right anyway.

Hooray for China! They chose a cute little girl with a perfect smile to represent their country instead of a crooked-toothed hideous monster. Guess what, little girl, you learned a good lesson today; life sucks. Especially for ugly people. Although in all fairness, the crooked toothed girl isn't ugly at all. She's still cute. But guess what, lesson number two is no matter how good-looking you are, there's always someone better looking. And they're going to beat you every time. Doesn't matter if they can't sing. Or talk. Or even wipe themselves properly. The world is shallow and will appreciate beauty over all else every time, so grow the fuck up and get used to losing, loser. 

The other, more interesting slant on this story is how people, particularly in the U.S., are so up in arms over this offense by China.  Guess what assholes, China has murdered, oppressed and otherwise destroyed the lives of millions of people. But nooooo, let's get all upset because the little girl's feelings were probably hurt because she was deemed too ugly to be on the tellyvision. You gotta be fucking kidding me. Is this really so worthy of public outcry? I can hear some mother in Wisconsin right now whining about how detrimental this experience will be to that little girl. What that mother will neglect to add is "just like when I was a little girl and the kids called me Fatty McFattenfat." Yes, everyone is transferring the hurt feelings they experienced as a kid  into this little girl. But of course she's not even remotely in the same situation they were in as a child. In fact, little miss crocodile-mouth is lucky to be alive. Most little girls are killed in China before they even have the chance to be overlooked for some prettier girl. The infanticide rate for females in China is unbelievably high (I know, I checked one source.). And yet, no one in America says a thing about that. And how about how China treats their  very own Olympic athletes? The government literally plucks these kids from their homes - when they're as young as 3 years-old- and whisks them away to train day-in and day-out for the next 13 years. And life is so fucking bad there that the parents agree to it because it means they'll get treated a little better, maybe get an extra loaf of fucking bread for themselves. America says nothing. So I think everyone needs to relax about the little semi-cute kid being put behind a curtain to hide her jagged fucking freak teeth. She's going to be fine. When she grows up, I'm sure she'll be delighted to clean the asshole of the cuter girl's dog for a living. 


Not too infanticidey. 

Monday, August 11, 2008

Didn't they already invent one of these?


Yeah, in high school it was called a marching-band uniform.


Scientists closer to developing invisibility cloak                           
AP Associated Press
Scientists say they are a step closer to developing materials that could render people and objects invisible.

Researchers have demonstrated for the first time they were able to cloak three-dimensional objects using artificially engineered materials that redirect light around the objects. Previously, they only have been able to cloak very thin two-dimensional objects.

The findings, by scientists at the University of California, Berkeley, led by Xiang Zhang, are to be released later this week in the journals Nature and Science.

The new work moves scientists a step closer to hiding people and objects from visible light, which could have broad applications, including military ones.




Not too topical.

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Just watch this fuckin' show already!

I'm desperate for new entertainment these days. TV pretty much blows. So I'm forced to watch the few really good shows that were deemed too good for dumb fuck American viewers so they were cancelled. Like, say, Mr. Show. Or, Arrested Development.

Well now I have struck a new comedy gold mine. It is the hit Canadian show called "Trailer Park Boys" and it's one of the funniest fucking things I've ever seen. Like most good shows (Simpson's, Seinfeld) this show took a little time to get really good. I recommend you begin with season 3. If you like it as much as I do, you'll surely want to go back and see the first two seasons.

How do I explain Trailer Park Boys? Crude, would be one way. They say fuck way more than I do, God bless 'em. And it's shot "cinema verite" style so it feels like a "mockumentary." But very rarely do they acknowledge the cameras following them around. It's not like that shitty pile of shitness known as the American version of "The Office" where Jim and Pam look at the cameras constantly. And it's actually brilliantly funny, unlike The Office. So basically it's the story these three guys living in a trailer park in Canada. They drink, smoke, steal, grow weed, scheme and go to jail. In fact, at the beginning of each season the boys get out of jail and at the end of each season, they go back. Don't worry, I'm not ruining anything for you by telling you this. Besides, the guys love jail. They literally think of it like summer camp. They do have a nemesis, of course, and he is equally as brilliant as them. And like any great show (ie The Simpsons) the supporting characters are just as funny as the main characters. I'm not really doing it any justice. In fact, I'm making it sound not funny at all. If you don't trust me, check out this clip right here. The only pre-sell I'm going to give you about this clip is that the character "Bubbles" does not always have a puppet on his hand. It was in this episode only and the puppet was evil. Oh, and Ricky, the one with a rag glued to his nose, fiercely hates "Conky" the puppet.




Seasons 1-5 are available on Netflix. And all seven seasons can be bought on Amazon. I've purchased them all except the "Dope & Liquor Christmas special." I'm saving that for the holidays.


AVOID TRAILER PARK BOYS: THE MOVIE. It blows.


Not too fuckin' funny, eh?

Monday, August 4, 2008

Mmm...dried apricots



So I was flying home from California a few weeks ago and there was a three year-old kid in front of me. But guess what, that wasn’t the problem. Actually, there was no problem at all on the flight until we landed. The plane taxied to the terminal and stopped. Of course, everyone immediately jumped into action to grab their bags from the overhead compartment as if the plane were on fire. Even the people around me did it and we were in row fucking 32 of 35. I mean, fuck people, I don’t care how fast the d-bags in first class move (and they won’t) you’re not getting off any faster because you were the first one to retrieve your bag. It’s not a God-damned contest. Just fucking relax. You’ll get off when the stewardesses (that’s right you old fucking bags, you’re stewardesses not “attendants”) say you can get off.

(Sidebar: I stand corrected. There was a problem and it happened when we were on the ground in L.A. The stewardesses were going around checking the cabin for take off when I politely asked one “Excuse me, can you tell me how many rows there are between me and the emergency exit? I forgot to count on my way in,” I sheepishly continued. This fucking monster of a whore, old bag of used up cockpit rubbers (huh?) told me tersely “I don’t know, count them.” I was totally flabbergasted. First of all, I’m a fucking pussy when I fly, I’ll admit it. I’m convinced the plane is doomed every time. So in my extensive research preparing for a crash I’ve always heard from all the experts that knowing how many rows there are between you and the emergency exit can literally save your life. How in the fuck does this dried apricot cunt not know that? Or respect that? Fuck her. Second, it’s hard to count the rows when you’re fucked up on 30 milligrams of valium. I couldn’t accurately count the rows. I figured she’s on planes all the time, she should know. And, quite honestly, she should praise me for my diligence. It could only help her in the case of an accident. You know, after all those years of dangerous flying, I hope she gets off her final flight safely, sheds a tear as the crew bids her farewell and then joyously leaves the airport, only to be crushed by a Hertz bus as she steps off the curb to go to her car. Hertz, bitch, don’t it? (not too witty)

Anyfuckingway, like I was saying, the rest of the flight was quite pleasant. Until we got to the gate in Boston. The little kid was understandably squirmy. So, in a ridiculously transparent effort to share her pain with the rest of the people on board, she propped her little man up on the seat so he could marvel everyone with his amazing cuteness. (Note: he was not cute). The amazing thing was, everyone took the bait. They started asking him his name and how old he was. He said he was “three and a quarter.” Three and a quarter!! Oh how adorable. Everyone laughed like they’d never heard such a thing! Oh my how precocious. The mother beamed, stupid whore that she was. I stared at the kid with death eyes, hoping he’d see only those black holes in my head and not everyone’s joyous faces. But he didn’t. And good thing too, it really wasn’t his fault. These people were eating out of his hands. So then the kid starts saying “are we here?” And then repeats it ad nauseam until one guy – a guy I’d like to see burned alive – says “Yep. It’s all because of you that we made it.” This seemed to please the kid. Of course, it sent my eyes rolling so far back in my head I could see my asshole. Mind you, this guy was not related to the kid, which would’ve made the comment annoying but less so. No, this guy was a complete stranger. And he felt the need to make this kid feel like the Messiah, why?? The extra sickening part was that everyone agreed, just to appease this little faggot. I mean, what the fuck, is this the kid from the Twilight Zone movie? You know the one, where he gets everything he wants and his parents walk on eggshells around him because he has the ability to turn them into monsters and shit? Oh never mind, it’s a dumb reference. Anyway, let’s all take it easy on kids these days, okay? They’re not getting enough attention and praise. They probably have no idea they are loved. Oh the poor kids of today, it must be so hard for them.



Not too apricotty.