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Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, is actually, one of the most manly men on the planet. He has "Ahmadinejad" man points.

This of course, as with Clint Eastwood, means he is so manly, that his man points cannot be calculated, and "Ahmadinejad" is taken as a numeric value relating to: "Clint Eastwood" (a numeric value relating to infinity) man points, minus one.

This means:
Where Clint Eastwood, is equal to infinity, Ahmadinejad is equal to Clint Eastwood, minus one.

and in turn, this translates to the following constant:

"Ahmadinejad, like Clint Eastwood, is very much, above the law."

Mahmoud is the most manly leader a country could ever wish for, he pisses on the UN, he shits on America, and he spews streams of manly steaming hot vomit on the Jews, (I've nothing against the Jews of course, in fact, I quite like the Jews, they own my bank, they run it efficiently - however, I do find that Mahmoud's actions cancel out my love for the Jews, as it is scientifically proven that: Mahmoud = More luzly than the Jews.)

"Respect for basic human rights in Iran, especially freedom of expression and assembly, deteriorated in 2006. The government routinely tortures and mistreats detained dissidents, including through prolonged solitary confinement" - Human Rights Watch.

This, quite frankly, just makes me respect this man ten times more than I already do, fuck freedom of expression and assembly, people are dumb as shit, they don't deserve it. People watch Big Brother and think that reading the Sun makes them intellectual.

People are too dumb to be allowed freedom of expression, because every view they express is utterly retarded. Barring all my views of course, because my views are obviously genius poured out through the medium of the English language.

Here are some very true facts about Mahmoud, the slickest man on earth.

1. Mahmoud doesn't have hands, he had womb crushers, he calls his left womb crusher "Fury of Mahmoud" and his right womb crusher "Wilbert."
2. Mahmoud doesn't have feet, he has vulva mashers.
3. Mahmoud shoots lazer beams from his eyes.
4. Mahmoud once fought a tiger.
5. Mahmoud is so well dressed, he makes Jean-Paul Gaultier feel like fashion's bitch boy.
6. Mahmoud has 6 penises. All of them, are as long as the Qu'ran.
7. Mahmoud has had sex with your wife more times than you have.

Any leader that sports quotes such as

"Israel should be wiped off the face of the Earth"
"There are also false claims that these religions will save mankind. But Islam is the only religion that can save mankind."
"The holocaust is a myth."
and my personal favourite
"THERE ARE NO GAYS IN IRAN! I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU HEARD THAT!"

is just fucking cool in my book, I don't need anymore reasoning than that to fully support a man in his quest.

In the UK, we have politicians who hide their real agendas and thieve and and corrupt all around them in snide little ways, playing the blame game as soon as they get caught, well fuck that shit, I'd much rather have a guy like Mahmoud, who just comes out and says it as it is, "Yea, I hate the Jews, yea, there's no gays here, yea, I'm pretty much a terrorist, yea we have nukes and we hate everyone!"

As opposed to the panzy boys we have in British parliament, who pander to the idiot public and blame everyone but themselves when their popularity dwindles and evaporates into a void of non-existence and disinterest.

Mahmoud is like an Islamic superhero, his powers include hating the gays, smiting the Jews, plausible denial, misogyny, and owning an army of hovercraft...

Mahmoud is manly as shit, he's so manly, that he fucked his old school teacher.

Mahmoud also took part in The 1979 Islamic Revolution. Although he's too modest to admit to it. This is mostly because, if he admitted to this, everyone would know that, in actuality, Mahmoud is Anti-Semitic-Misogyny-lovin'-homophobia man! The manliest of all super-heroes!

Mahmoud Ahmadinejad the friendliest hard-line, Jew hating, mad man in the world!

I hereby award, Mahmoud, Virgil's "Manly mother-fucker of the month" award. I think Mahmoud is so cool, I'm gonna put him in my blog roll, under the category of "Virgil's Manly Mother-Fuckers"

Another of Mahmoud's superhero powers, is the super hero pose. Not so much as power, as it is a trait common amoungst super heroes, enjoy these fine examples of Mahmouds posing prowess.

5 Reasons why I really fucking <3 Mahmoud:
1. He hates you, as much as I do.
2. He hates women, as much as I do.
3. He wants to nuke shit, as much as I do.
4. He's lulzy.
5. His trolling skillz are insane.

5 things I'd do to Mahmoud if I was a steaming Islamic hottie.
1. Flirtatiously show him my ankles.
2. Giggle at all his anti-semitic jokes.
3. Cook meals for him, iron his shirt, walk 20 steps behind him, allow him to dominate me in bed whenever he wants it.
4. Bear his children.
5. Write "I love Mahmoud" in the sky, with the blood of small children, as a testament to my love for Mahmoud.

I very much imagine, that if I were indeed a steaming Islamic hottie, this is how I would gaze at Mahmoud when he wasn't looking.

You are by far the hottest 'milf' label porn star on the planet. Your body is perfectly toned, your face is ever

You are by far the hottest 'milf' label porn star on the planet. Your body is perfectly toned, your face is ever so devious, and your sexual demeanor is that of a sex-deprived housewife. You do your duties like the professional you are, and you make your audience happy.

I'm writing this because I have a proposition. I want to fuck you. I've had this older woman fetish for a long time, and I've never really gotten the chance to fulfil it. Don't get me wrong, viewing the films you star in is great, but they're hard to come by. So I figure I'd like to kill two birds with one stone. Every man, in his lifetime, has wanted to fuck a pornstar at least once. I am no different. The fact that I have a thing for older women (please don't take offense, you're fucking georgeous) makes you the perfect candidate. I know you fuck plenty of 'young bucks' for your job, but this is different. This is fulfilling a life-long wish. How many times have you been able to say that you've made someone elses life? This is your chance.

If you decline, I understand. Would it be possible, though, to possibly 'hook me up' with a few of your DVD's? That would be fantastic. I can't find you in pornshops, and stuff like porntube just isn't as awesome as DVD.

I'll be waiting.

XOXO,

brazenreality

7th of July

KUALA LUMPUR- Recently, a squad of enforcers from the Home Ministry raided a few premises that have been found to be distributing gay comics in a shopping complex in the Damansara area.

The raid was made after and expose by Kosmo!(a local gossip tabloid that is full of AIDS and FAIL). They were succesful in aquiring 50 comic books of various titles that contained homosexual materials that are said to be the cause of moral decadence among the youth.

The raid was lead by the Deputy Leader of the Unit of Publishing Control and al-Quran Text, Faizal Mohd Ali together with four enforcement officers. The booty they looted was worth RM 2400 which is roughly 800USD.

According to him, the books were seized in accordance to the Printing and Publications Act (1984) for further study. (I guess in their desperation for yaoi fapping material they raided the bookshops using the moral high ground as cover.)

"After Kosmo!'s expose we investigated the premises and found that they were selling gay comics and other similar materials that would cause moral decadence among the youth. With that, the reading materials have been seized and have been delivered to the Publishing Department for further study where a decision whether the materials are safe for the public would be made" he said when he was contacted yesterday night.

Recently Kosmo! has reported about the activities of several premises in the Damansara area that have been selling more than 20 types of gay comics that cost up to RM50 each. (Roughly 18USD)

In fact those comics have been well received by the younger generation who love to read those sort of comics.

Faizal added that these reading materials should not have been sold at all because they could influence youngsters to engage in immoral activities.

The public has been urged to report any sales of suspicious reading materials to the Enforcement Agency at 03-88868420.

Original article: Kosmo!

Source: Atarashii Prelude

TL of article: Your's truly. Damn, it's been tooo long since i wrote anything in Malay.

SO there you have it a real life Toshosen moment. While I am not a supporter of boy's love or yaoi (I am in favor of yuri.) I have a dim view of government censors and their actions as shown in that article. People were born free and we should have the right to access any available information that we desire that is what I believe in. My argument is rather simple, information should be free for all to acquire and if you don't like what you see just turn a blind eye to it since there would definitely be others who would think otherwise.

I would also like to stress that the reasons given by the enforcement officers are absolutely ridiculous. Reading comics and books about same sex relationships does not make one homosexual as well, why can't it be treated like reading romance novels and the like? It is merely a piece of work that is used to express love, albeit in a more unorthodox form.

Also, rather than spending so much time and effort trying to be a bunch of self-proclaimed guardians of morality the Home Ministry or rather the Malaysian Government should first take a good hard look at itself. Millions, possibly billions of dollars lost due to corruption, the upheaval of the judiciary system, and the suppression of the freedoms of the people. Only when they solved those problems do they even have the right to whisper the word "Moral" .

Now if you would excuse me I have to stock up on all sorts of (forbidden) reading materials before the Government and its corrupt goons decide to censor every damn thing.

P.S. Scouring the depths of the internet for images to be used in this post has given me a horrible headache. My mind fails under the stress of looking at so many yaoi images.

P.P.S. I still can't understand why people like yaoi.

"Hey bra, got a dollar?!" said a young cholo, decked out in pristine-white Nike's, sagging black pants, SF Giants shirt, big fluffy north face jacket, chains aplenty around his neck and a dorag on his hair.

"No, sorry man," I replied. I gave a fistful of change to someone who actually looked homeless earlier this afternoon.

"Fuck you!" he replied. I laughed and kept walking across the street. That's when I met cholo #2.

"Hey, hombre! Got any change?" he inquired. Much like the first cholo, this guy was G'd out. I didn't even give him the time of day.

So my question to them is this:

Do you really think that the way to beg for money is to dress like a gangbanger?! The people who worked in the stores you were panhandling in front of called the cops on you. You said it was racial profiling. I say it was necessary. I had to up my guard because I felt like you were going to mug me.

Read a book you dumb kids.

Kroč, tu neesi skilled playa, ja:

• nerusho, kārtīgs skilled playa nekad negaidīs pretinieku vai arī neizmantos visu rounda laiku, viņš rushos
• sedz spotu atklātās vietās, vai arī tur, kur viņu viegli nošaut, skilled playas nelīdīs vietās, kur viņus grūti paņemt
• sprayo, nu pasaki lūdzu, kurš skilled playa sprayo?

Vairāk neatceros, tas pagaidām viss, ko es iemācījos no vietējajiem allstāriem. Visu cieņu, džeki vispār spēlē knatru ok, bet nu reizēm lec augstāk par savu dirsu.

Ā, nedrīkst aizmirst pretiniekus saukāt par nullēm un nūbiem, kaut vai viņi tevi tiešām owno. :D

Okay, tootles. Enjoy!

When first drafting this essay I went to great lengths to deconstruct both the far right views of literal creationism versus the far left views of Darwinism. I had reduced both of them to materialistic goals of trying to explain the world. Literal creationists assert claims that don't mesh well with the physical evidence presented by Geology. Darwinists assert that the world created itself and thus DNA codes in effect write themselves. A simple experiment where two inorganic particles are meshed together and result in an organic particle would prove evolution, however to my knowledge this has never been done. I assert that the human race was created by the grace of God and that the biblical creation story is about as literal as the book of Revelation, since snakes do not talk ect. Evolution can perhaps account for prehistory and the physical evidence present in the world at large, but there was a totally a divine hand involved at some point and thusly the missing link. It is a relevant topic about how easily humans can be divided over frivolous matters and does fit in with this discussion of the end of history. However I felt like I spent too long with tearing down both arguments and less time on the decline of civilization itself, I may deal with this issue in depth at a later date.

I had this idea for a novel once where the corporations fake an apocalypse. I had plenty of ideas for how they might go about it. Naturally a capitalist would profit more from a complete controlled society, so let's speculate on how to get there. First you need to crush differences of opinion, the best way to do this would be to make them fight to the death. The process of this, of course, would be a long one so the trick would be to make them worship the same thing a pure capitalist would - money itself. Once you have a society made purely materialistic, with all beliefs reduced to but a mere idolatry of money. The trick is to make the society in question openly acknowledge their materialism but never condemn it. There are a great many dangers in taking life too seriously. Once people truly take their consumer based lives too seriously and are willing to do whatever it takes to make the ends meet, a clash of civilizations can begin which the capitalists can then exploit. There are many conspiracy theories about how this is done or accomplished, and many of them point a finger at some conspiracy lurking in the shadows plotting to destroy civilization. The true conspiracy is very apparent, it only works with near full participation, to blame this on anything material is to not do the evil plan proper justice. I find there is no greater culprit than the pride of life itself - society's vast materialism and lack of a thorough introspection. Once a people believe what they are told, you can tell them whatever you want to, a capitalist with a sheer lack of proper business ethics would be much obliged an opportunity to exploit that. Let us contemplate absolute Atheism as the ends to the means of a society completely poisoned with its own materialism. Let us envision the regulation of the internet as the beginning of a domino effect, a rhetorical war on information with the end result being an internet as useless and uninformative as television itself.

For in my quest to unravel the tragedy of history I have found are no greater enemies to mankind than outright materialism and the darkness of ignorance. Mankind's true enemies are these such concepts, and not any member(s) or other such materialistic division of the human race. We are all one race in a struggle against such darkness. Regardless of what you believe in philosophically there is one thing you should know and understand about economics. Capitalism itself is based on materialism and it is necessary for our daily lives.There seems to be no way around this and this is an accepted fact of life in the Western World. However over time a society believing that is was evolved from monkeys shall become such monkeys entangled in a class struggle analogous to survival of the fittest. The corporate world is a macrocosm for this, as the empires expand buying out the little guys not indifferent from a Tyrannosaur in a world of sheep. All is good and well as long as the market is regulated. But see capitalism is based on being ever expansive, no different than the empires of the Old World. Alexander the Great didn't need to try to conquer the India, but there was more money in it. I was taught in World Civilization at the University of Tennessee that Wal-Mart was now the largest economy in the world (2004), which would in turn make them among the greatest of all empires. As the world changed, warfare changed. The Old World notions of rape and pillage were not forgotten but they were transformed into a legacy of underdevelopment. When one rapes and pillages everyone that participates in the raids gets a little bit of the profit, but when one underdevelopments only the investors that paid for the raid reap any reward.

As we press forward in the 21st century, capitalism continues unabated. The markets become closer together and the people themselves become close together through the internet. This could be a good thing, but the fact remains that the means do not justify the end. The people of the world cannot be conquered by hostile takeover but only through mutual understanding. The internet taught me that and that is why it will one day be shutdown. There is no money in mutual understanding and a rejection of materialistic means that have kept us blind from such for so long. Even hip-hop artists tried to warn us of this. Tupac Shukar said that we needed to make some Changes and he got shot. Biggie Smalls said 'Mo Money, 'Mo Problems and he got shot as well. Their messages left unheard as the next generation rapped on and on about Gold Chains and spinning rims all the while proclaiming that Tupac and Biggie inspired them. Our problems are still here and they are still bigger than hip-hop. This isn't a new concept or without precedent, the same thing happened in the 70's when music devolved from social philosophy into disco. This sad tale is but an analog with a thousand other dead heroes because there was just no profit to be had in pointing out that profit was ultimately pointless. In the modern world we believe we can buy happiness, but we feel like we are missing something in the end.

Regardless of what social, theological or philosophical school of thought that you subscribe to, material means all meet the same ending. Power corrupts; absolute power corrupts absolutely. The scales of justice themselves tipped in strong favor of the overwhelming mass of the bottom line as the governments corrupt in favor of the greater wealth of the commercial empires. One by one the nations fall into the same supermarket checkout line, the end result of the works of greed and deceit all the while the secular authorities teach the children that they are but the descendants of mere apes. As entire cultures are consumed in this vacuum, national sovereignty erodes to the point where this no longer any checks and balances, nor is their consumer advocacy, nor any form of oversight. At this point the safety net was long destroyed, crushed under the weight of the bottom line of a one world consumer society's misguided ambitions and desires and the entire social order is left to plummet into the abyss of absolute darkness. This such is the hypothetical blizzard of the world that will only result in the winter of our discontent when all of the great words of the heroes, the philosophers, the poets, the prophets and the honest historians are ultimately forgotten.

And inevitably there will be this day, when all of the resources of the world have been plundered to the point that the wealth of the nations all sit together in the same vault, the capitalists now content to become communists . At which point the new emperors shall fancy themselves as gods, just as the emperors of old once did, for their materialistic accomplishments of conquering the entire world. When this has come to pass, these emperors will then want slaves and become interested in human souls themselves. And they are going to come to you and attempt to brand you as their slaves. An entire generation truly believing itself to be the descendants of mere apes and completely ignorant of the glorious past that came before this point. That cursed day when everyone is asked to sellout, the finality of a cruel world built on betrayal in the name of fattening the bottom line. The circle now completed since the new emperor's of the world's constituents are no longer in demand of rights, history erased, the dissidents repressed eternally and the next generation shall only know what they are allowed to. The whole of society reduced to mere animals by their own designs and excuses, all beliefs degenerated into pure atheism where there is no longer any intelligent question since everyone truly believes that they are nothing more than the descendants of mere apes. The eerily humbled remnants of a once great world civilization reduced to but mere automatons oblivious to the true culprit of their real ancestor's vanity. The tragedy of history forgotten now complete and ironic of its own demise.

This is merely a hypothetical scenario which can be prevented from ever happening. The internet can be the light of a pure democracy, save the internet and damn the empire.

I'm going to admit that I tried to do this, and let me tell you, it was a bad idea. Sure, it's a short series, only twelve episodes long, and since I've marathoned all kinds of other much, much longer series' I thought this would be no big deal.

Little did I know, it's not just twelve episodes. It's twelve episodes from Hell. Yes, it's true. This anime had risen from the fiery depths of the home of Satan himself. It's a good show with plotless humor that offers some great comic relief, but please, if you care about your soul, do as I say and not as I do.

Okay, have you ever watched South Park? South Park is pretty cool. From the outside, it looks like a stupid show, but really the plots are actually kind of funny most of the time. Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei is like South Park, except funnier but with less of a plot.

Being the highly intelligent, self-educated teenager that I am, my brain can only take so much plotless humor at once. However, after battling my way through nine and a half episodes of sheer nonsense, my brain finally exploded. Blood got all over the walls and it won't even come out with a Magic Eraser. I guess that's kind of okay though, since it made this really badass splatter pattern. I've always been thinking the walls of my room were too plain.

So thank you, Sayonara Zetsubou Sensei. I am eternally grateful for the brain hemorrhage I have recieved which has beautified my room. I take back everything I said about watching this series all at once. Please, do watch all twelve episode in a row. That way you can have a pretty room, too. :D

Oh, and I totally stole the name for this post from that skit at the Anime Expo 2008 masquerade. If any of you guys who were in it actually read this, you guys rule.

This chapter is more of a setup for events soon to come in future chapters, with two separate fights kicking off simultaneously. We're most likely not going to see any real action until next week, but there's still some things to cover in this chapter.

First, Ichigo approaches Ulquiorra and tells him to get away from Orihime. Ulquiorra says that his duty is to protect Las Noches, and he won't kill her until he has orders to. However, since Ichigo poses as a threat, he told him that he would have to kill him. He draws his sword, and Ichigo asks if that gesture meant he had acknowledged him as a worthy opponent. Ulquiorra tells him that at the very least, he someone who needs to be destroyed.

Meanwhile, over Karakura town, Baragan says that with Aizen trapped, he will now be giving orders. He realizes that the town beneath them is not really Karakura town, but a fake that was created in Soul Society and switched. He says that if they destroy the four pillars that had been placed around the town, the real Karakura town would return. When he says that he knows this, the Shinigami don't try to hide anything:

Yamamoto tells them that they are foolish for thinking that they'd leave the pillars unprotected, because elite fighters with great skill have been positioned there!

And by "elite fighters with great skill," he meant three lieutenants and a third seat. I was thinking, wtf? Don't seem so elite to me. Ichigo had beaten those guys to a pulp before, and they're going against the first, second, and third Espada, when Ichigo didn't even have a chance against Ulquiorra. Um, if these pillars were so important, you probably should have sent better guardians for them, Yamamoto.

I predict that an epic-esque battle will occur, and all four of the pillar guardians will be beaten. Then, Karakura town will return, and everyone will freak out because now they have to fight the Espada and protect the town. Meanwhile, Ulquiorra will kill Orihime, and in his rage Ichigo will end up killing Ulquiorra. Then everyone will return from Las Noches right as Aizen is about to win, and Ichigo will somehow be able to kick major ass.

If any of the above happens, just remember that I so called it.

A rival networking site, ConnectU, is alleging that Facebook founder Mark Zuckerberg, having been hired by ConnectU, stole ideas and code from their site after stalling on plans to complete it.

ConnectU is claiming copyright infringement, fraud and misappropriation of trade secrets. (Source)

This is potentially devastating for the social networking giant, whose members total in the millions. I'm sure, however, that MySpace is excited and hopeful that Facebook will fall.

Now, as a long time denizen of the internet, I was used to seeing this sort of thing, and simply found it funny. This girl reacted somewhat like this:

"Ceiling cat is watching you.....EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"

Of course, Ceiling Cat has a long and varied story throughout the internet, having become mostly a metaphor for God, with "Basement Cat" as the devil:

So, what is your people's opinion? SHARE!

The episode starts with Morte, Kyrie, and Toppi having run out fuel in their sand ship. As Kyrie complains that he's hungry, a World Salvation Committee warship appears and starts attacking them. Somehow they are saved by a cool looking guy named Agan, who is a courier. Since both Morte and Kyrie have no money, Toppi pays for Agan to transport them. However, for the amount he paid, they got dropped off on a Pleasure Ship called Jifuniru, a lawless boat with casinos and prostitutes (pretty much Las Vegas, except it moves).

As they walk around the Pleasure Ship, a girl bumps into Morte and steals the Destruct Code, but Morte doesn't notice. Meanwhile, members of the World Salvation Committee named Naja and Lia are talking to the captain, saying that fugitives of the World Destruction Committee may be on his boat. He refuses to aid them in their search, but he also says he won't hinder them either.

Toppi and Kyrie sit down to some canned sand whale when they realize Morte had disappeared. They didn't look for her, knowing that she wouldn't do something stupid easily. Morte was actually in the casino, playing roulette and winning over and over. Naja and Lia of the WSC walk into the casino and see her, and Lia gets ready to attack. Naja stops her, saying, "When in Rome, do as the Romans do." He decided to challenge Morte to a card game.

Meanwhile Toppi and Kyrie see the girl that had earlier stolen the Destruct Code (but they don't know it). Thinking she needs help, they approach her. She tells them her dad is trapped on the ship because he is addicted to gambling and has a huge debt. She decides to be a bitch and refuse their help.

Morte loses to Naja at cards twice and loses all her money, so he tells her that she can bet the Destruct Code. She agrees, but when she reaches for it in her pocket she realizes it's gone. She pulls something wrapped in cloth out and puts it on the table. The girl arrives in the casino and approaches the captain, who had been watching Morte and Naja's game. She tells him she wants her father back, saying she doesn't have money but can pay with the Destruct Code. Morte jumps up to get it from the girl, and Naja realizes the item she bet before was just a can of sand whale. :D

Toppi and Kyrie the run in, chased by WSC soldiers. Lia, the other WSC member, uses a strange power to attack Morte. Naja attacks the girl with the Destruct Code, but Toppi (being the hero that he is) saves her. She drops the Destruct Code and it rolls to Morte, who kicks it to Kyrie. Lia attacks Kyrie, but Morte slashes the chandelier to fall on her before she can, giving them a chance to escape.

As Morte, Kyrie, and Toppi get in a life boat, the girl says that she won't go with them because she wants to save her father. Morte gives her a can of sand whale, saying she can sell it for a silver coin and use it to earn enough money through gambling to save her father. The three then escape from the Pleasure Ship and arrive on the shore of what seems to be an island. Toppi and Kyrie decide to stay with Morte since they are already fugitives anyway.

Well, this episode definitely had more action in it than last week's just plain weird episode. Sure, the situation wasn't exactly original, but it still kept my attention and I didn't find myself as weirded out as I was last week. Maybe it was the lack of strange cat rituals. Who knows.

The one character I hope shows up again in later episode is Agan. I'm sure he will, because they wouldn't waste such a cool character design on someone you only see for two minutes. But he seems like an interesting character and I want to see more of him.

Something about this episode that bothered me though: how would you not realize you most prized possession, which is a round, heavy object that seems very unconventional to carry around, is missing? If you carry around something of that shape, you'd be able to feel when it was gone. But whatever... I still like this show.

Well, to answer that, I'd like to tell you a little bit about myself.

I'd like to do that by elegantly painting a sort of verbal portrait. A portrait of a man who's very angry, because there's much to be angry about, a picture of a man who drinks whiskey, and smokes fine cigars. I am a man who knows only three emotions: hunger, angry, and drink.

I'm man who has a solemn look upon his weary face, much like that which is eternally pressed by time upon the faces of elderly gents whilst they ponder on past glories... Or yoghurt.

I like to think of myself as a modern day cowboy, who uses the internet and isn't a cowboy.

I like cigarettes, whiskey, shouting abuse at people, and telling ladies that I'm kind of a big deal.

I'm told I have an "addictive personality", I like to believe that this means, I'm easy to like, and a great guy to be around.

It doesn't.

I compulsively destroy all that is around me. Mostly just because I can. I don't really have a problem with it, in fact, most people find the angry, hate parade, that is my life, to be quite hilarious to witness.

I don't socially drink.

Social drinking is for pussies and your aunt.

Since I drink a lot, I also sleep a lot, it's probably my favourite thing, besides sex, and smoking.

I'm incredibly offensive, I do it for reasons though, most of those reasons pivot around my being a prick, so I don't know if they're entirely credible.

I like to believe they are.

Now that you know a little about myself, you should probably be able to take a wonderously educated guess at what my writing style is like. It's educated, yet firm, like German, only it's not German, it's English. It's angry, and at times, rude, so if you take offense at the odd vulgarity or a verbal vomiting contest over the boundaries and political correctness, you probably shouldn't read on...

If however you enjoy the odd spot of vulgarity and verbal vomiting over boundaries feel free to join me, on a quasi-literary journey...

I welcome you to enjoy the angry hate parade that is, my life, perhaps you may even agree with me on some points, perhaps even disagree with me, perhaps you may even blame me for your children's bad behaviour, whichever you choose to do, I'm sure our paths will intertwine and consummate a brainchild of epic proportions.