young, wet and bitchy

Need to stay away from guro. My nightmares are more horrific than any horror movie ever made.

I don’t know what’s worse; dreaming that I was being blended alive or seeing myself being blended, and turned into various products.

That’s it I’m going vegan

The problem is that bosses lose sight of the people that give them the strength to stand tall. This isn’t socialism; you have to respect the people who work for you and make this system work. They work hard, you work hard; your role happens to make you more money and afford you a much better lifestyle. This is why we tip our waiters, say “thank you” to the doorman, buy the cable guy a beer. Those who do work daily to keep the world running, do so to keep the planners planning.

The leaders of our industries do not respect us. The American people have worked hard for men who have treated us like inanimate objects. They have breached the social contract, and thus, they don’t deserve our respect.

For:

A strong national policy is vital for the credibility of a nation. In order to serve the people of this Country, we must take up arms and strengthen our industries in preparation for peacekeeping operations around the globe.

The various nations that make up our world’s political climate are not necessarily lead by people with policies that align with ours. This in itself is not an issue; however, when injustices are propagated through violence, and the regime of a nation begins to strengthen their armies in kind, there is a chance that they will be in a position to threaten our nation’s safety.

This is a threefold process. Rogue nations would have the capacity to produce weapons of mass destruction that could be used against us, within our free borders, resulting in the loss of thousands of lives. Secondly, the opinion of lesser nations would begin to swing to the negative. We would have to defend our actions overseas in the future, because we would allow for criminal states to remain unpunished. Third, our own foreign interests span the globe, from our own citizens who have a financial stake in foreign assets to our own projections of power that are vital for the well-being of our nation for years to come.

Defense by offensive measures is well justified, as long as there is consensus amongst our peers. We can bring a case for necessary aggression to the table, which would serve as fair warning to rogue nations before their own military actions become crystalized. In order to enable ourselves to strike effectively, we should also have a minimum force dispersed throughout the globe, so that we are able to quickly and effectively deploy our troops for any police action that becomes necessary.

Since such a worldwide presence would be highly taxing on the stamina of our armed forces, it should be a policy to have permanent expatriated citizens all around the world, with the appropriate colonial resources made available to them. This would also spurn a good degree of trade between the nations and would provide a service to other nations in need for any non-military actions such as disaster relief.

The world needs the guiding hand of a powerful, peace-loving nation, and we need the safe insurance of a projected military and economic presence. The need for a kinder, gentler flavor of imperialism should be looked at seriously, uncolored by the missteps of years past.

It’s important to be prepared for all the possible situations that may arise in a position of leadership. The state of being prepared is to be mentally fortified against any calamity. This takes training and the accumulation of knowledge.

Training helps the mind stay limber and focused in a bad situation, so that the knowledge of how to handle a situation can be properly applied to ameliorate the issue. The crisis cannot be solved by knowledge alone, for a calm and steady hand is required to execute the action.

The training that one undertakes may be very costly. We must justify this by considering what the cost would be if such training were not offered. The quantity of inevitable property damage from a negative event can be offset and reduced if the proper action is taken quickly and effectively. This sort of benefit can only be enjoyed by an enterprise with properly trained personnel. Such training should also be repeated so that the knowledge stays fresh in the mind.

The nature of the training may be highly gruesome or be morally objectionable. The sort of extreme actions demanded of leadership in a dire emergency are likely composed of compromises and emotionally charged options. It is important to emphasize to your team that everyday practices should always be adhered to and the examples put forth during training exercises should be studied carefully, committed to memory, but sparingly used in practice and must be documented when applied in the field.

Emergency training is the practice of last-resort practices and a mature, level-headed approach is required. It is essential to the survival of any organization, but it is not a reflection of policy or one’s personal morals. It is purely a practice of utilitarian survival options.

I wish I were a woman with a beautiful tall girlfriend who has a huge cock, and I would like to be pounded by this amazing goddess of a trannie until my orgasms threaten my life and the long term health of my little oversexed pussy . I want to cum over and over again and fall asleep for days and wake up naked and covered with a layer of pure sex. On off days I would wake from my trance, find some poor virgin schmuck, give him a mindblowing dicksuck, then bite down hard and chew off his disgusting, smelly cock! I want to be a fucking raging lesbian cock killer and wear a fancy necklace of decorporated cocks. I will ride naked into the night and kill every last vanilla man and cut off their dicks and tape their eyes open while I pleasure myself with their detached boy and make them eat my ass until they bleed out. Before that I’ll shove a steaming shit down their throat.

safari has crashed on me like a dozen fucking times the past weekend. i blame 10.5.8

CAMPFIRES ARE AWESOME

This blog is weak because it overuses the first person perspective. It would be better if dude would just learn to talk in the third. The challenge would then be to avoid being a prick, but a greater challenge would be the Greatest Prick. This blog will now be written in 3rd person.

I wanna be like a lifelong learner and eventually be confident in my perpetual ability to learn shit. It would give me happy great joy to be a cool grandpa that can sk8 good and play pokemon ultrarain edition, while debating against new quantum mechanical hypotheses using the latest arguments published by CERN by adopting some of the newer findings to defeat parts of the proposal that are weak. I wanna fuck whatever is trendy to fuck not because it is trendy but because it is hard and I’ve been tapping that shit like months ago.

I hate how lately all I’ve been thinking about is fucking things and spraying cum over everything. I think I have a problem that can only be solved by a life of meditation and critical thinking.

I want to design my own line of clothes that will be really clean cut and neat but practical and interesting at the same time, sorta like messenger bags and munnys that are infinitely customizable but socially accepted in most circles.

A bowtie, longcoat, tickets to Iceland, brass knuckles, blank deck, pierced are in the works. I am going to become more awesome than I have ever imagined.

Lucifer is the lightbringer who totally gave man the ability to solve complex problems and if I have any imaginary friends it would have to be him. Lucifer is such a bishie and would win in any fight against anyone except I guess maybe big daddy but he has no reason to fight nowadays. If lucifer wanted to fuck you, you would probably die after the greatest cum filled orgasm of your life. Dying and cumming at the same time is soooo secks

i wanna walk around in a fucking four thousand dollar suit and call you stupid fucking people stupid fucking assholes for not doing your fucking job. i want you jerks to talk behind my back and label me as a fucking prick, and i want to you damn well know that you have to talk behind my back, behind closed doors, whispering your fucking hurt, because your fucking fear of getting erased off the fucking map keeps you fucking up at night. i want you people to crack jokes and laugh at the size of my supposedly tiny dick, because i want to fuck your wife with said tiny dick. i want your wife to attempt to fake an orgasm on account of my tiny, laughable penis, while i shoot my fat disgusting load inside her and let you retarded employees raise your bastard children that spawned from my hateful cum. your stupid fucking wife will love this eventually because your fucking dick can’t fucking function anymore because my incessant yelling at work has rendered your junk impotent. she also thinks her disgusting whore punani is what’s helping you keep your job, but really you’re the only fucking reason you still have your fucking job and i don’t even fucking remember or care to know who the hell you are, I just know that your fucking wife is now totally fucking begging to blow me every week and none of your kids are yours.

the head of my penis is a beautiful crown of flesh that you secretly worship because you are so gay for me. your hate for me is directly related to envy of my ivy-league looks and suave banter. i will verbally abuse you and you will hate it, and you will bottle that hate up in your little mind to the point where you obsession becomes unhealthy. you will start to have dreams about sucking my cock while I call you a retarded fuck-ass, and then I will proceed to fuck your ass. this is what you think about when you try to fuck your wife, and this is why you can never come inside her. this is why none of your kids are yours, you stupid fucking moron.

i fuck three times a day and six times a night. i fuck women because i hate women. i hate them because i hated that whore of a mother i had. i never knew my father because he was an asshole just like me. and my brothers, they are all over this city. my brothers run this town. we’re all part of the same family, and we fuck your wives, your daughters, your mother, your son, your secretary, and you, only in your wildest homosexual fantasies.

Enjoy your lay, America. Love, - Goldman Sachs

excuse me sir, but i thought i’d tell you that your gook is showing. no worries, just doing a public service.