Three Men On a Boat
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
The third version of life
They have Barack Obama's former minister as a racist dude. Hillary Clinton is weird. I am not racist but I am willing to sacrifice a whole race on the basis of association. It is double standards. It's stupid. It's the type of thing that certainly takes a lot of ticks of the Clinton column since he left power. That maybe that first black president tag was - and I believe it was from day one - stupid.
Then I say what is this thing they call life. They always tell you to care. And really, should you care? I mean you are here for a minute - maybe a minute and a half - then just a second before the next moment you are gone. It's over. Not even a goodbye and see you later. It is the end and soon enough they will forget you. They will pretend to care in little memorials and these are all based not on your legacy but on the animal on convenience they created about you. Think of poor Princess Di who is still dare I say celebrated in inglorious manners - inglorious in that it is not the sort of thing that represents how she viewed herself because if she did view herself in that way she would be more than just a bit narcissistic.
So what do you look for? Nothing. That is the third way. Get what you can - even though you will not really keep it because you will be dead in a minute (and a half) - and get out. Yeah make plans for your offspring but why bother legacy when it will be prostituted anyway. Too serious. Handle it...
Then I say what is this thing they call life. They always tell you to care. And really, should you care? I mean you are here for a minute - maybe a minute and a half - then just a second before the next moment you are gone. It's over. Not even a goodbye and see you later. It is the end and soon enough they will forget you. They will pretend to care in little memorials and these are all based not on your legacy but on the animal on convenience they created about you. Think of poor Princess Di who is still dare I say celebrated in inglorious manners - inglorious in that it is not the sort of thing that represents how she viewed herself because if she did view herself in that way she would be more than just a bit narcissistic.
So what do you look for? Nothing. That is the third way. Get what you can - even though you will not really keep it because you will be dead in a minute (and a half) - and get out. Yeah make plans for your offspring but why bother legacy when it will be prostituted anyway. Too serious. Handle it...
Labels: third version
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
disgust, dilemma the works...
whats that temporary condition scientifically called... give me a moment i think i just caught it... no you simpleton its not amnesia its lethologica- from the beginning now... ever forgotten what word you were just about to use and you know its there, somewhere, elusive in the peripheral back of what is your mind. you are almost obliged to do some soul searching to find that word. maybe you are naturally obsessive or you just can't stand loosing your flow but a suggestion is get over it! it happens to the best of us anyways. its poor taste in words if you ask me no wonder they came up with some fancy word to give the non-eloquent a decent standing. if you stuck to words you knew i can't see you forgetting. look at me i had letho whatever... because i hardly use that word... i don't exactly have a hobbyhorse neither... simpleton that word or phrase even you use every other second to save your dingy life is what hobbyhorse is... that just pisses me to hell. send me there before my time why don't you?
i guess i needed to vent there...
what brought me to this place is pissing disgust... i mean all a man ever demands is respect with women its love which men safely have no clue about no wonder they get away with so much kaak! deniable possession of knowledge.. decent survival mechanics. anyhow, two men, employee and employer... me in the middle as his superior other... picture this scenario- employee refers sticky situation to superior who interprets his dilemma as solvable by a simple one to one with employer. scenario unfolds- employee sees dilemma in dilemma- why? how? he is afraid of his employer... ever seen a mangy dog cower in a dingy corner? utterly disgusting is it not? not that i'm equating this chap to a mangy mutt but i was so pissed off to be in this fellows company. how? why? does a man fear another just because he signs your paycheck? it truly is beyond me how so often men misinterpret fear for respect and the other way round. this fellow lost my respect and for the life of me i fear i will always look down on him... i think its befitting and allowed.
i don't know if my frame of mind or the opinion i hold of such responses to authority could be judgmental... i'm not judging i'm just saying a spade is a shovel..
i guess i needed to vent there...
what brought me to this place is pissing disgust... i mean all a man ever demands is respect with women its love which men safely have no clue about no wonder they get away with so much kaak! deniable possession of knowledge.. decent survival mechanics. anyhow, two men, employee and employer... me in the middle as his superior other... picture this scenario- employee refers sticky situation to superior who interprets his dilemma as solvable by a simple one to one with employer. scenario unfolds- employee sees dilemma in dilemma- why? how? he is afraid of his employer... ever seen a mangy dog cower in a dingy corner? utterly disgusting is it not? not that i'm equating this chap to a mangy mutt but i was so pissed off to be in this fellows company. how? why? does a man fear another just because he signs your paycheck? it truly is beyond me how so often men misinterpret fear for respect and the other way round. this fellow lost my respect and for the life of me i fear i will always look down on him... i think its befitting and allowed.
i don't know if my frame of mind or the opinion i hold of such responses to authority could be judgmental... i'm not judging i'm just saying a spade is a shovel..
Labels: lethologica
Monday, March 10, 2008
The so-called women's activism
You wake up to some confounded buffoonery of a realisation that you are alive to the possibilities that the world offers. I am sick of feminists always crying about how men are as close to being the devil as humanity will ever be.
How are those two related? Saturday was International Women's Day, another day for women to spend time on all types of self-congratulatory fodder and for the men who want to get laid to pretend to be all gender. All they have to do is to take a blow for all men and claim to be enlightened, a being who is sorry for all the things my barbaric kind have been up to. That my friend, gets me laid. That gives me a lot of donor funds which in turn gets me laid some more. All for pretending not to be as chauvinistic - by definition given by the feminists and not by nature - as the next bloke. Bollocks!
So it was that all the fears in the world happen upon my kind if we do not supposedly fall in line that defined me. Until I heard that women do not like all these girly men. They want the cave man who fought the big bear off... and didnt need a gun.
This is only part one
How are those two related? Saturday was International Women's Day, another day for women to spend time on all types of self-congratulatory fodder and for the men who want to get laid to pretend to be all gender. All they have to do is to take a blow for all men and claim to be enlightened, a being who is sorry for all the things my barbaric kind have been up to. That my friend, gets me laid. That gives me a lot of donor funds which in turn gets me laid some more. All for pretending not to be as chauvinistic - by definition given by the feminists and not by nature - as the next bloke. Bollocks!
So it was that all the fears in the world happen upon my kind if we do not supposedly fall in line that defined me. Until I heard that women do not like all these girly men. They want the cave man who fought the big bear off... and didnt need a gun.
This is only part one
Thursday, March 6, 2008
ready- set- death
the sight of blood let alone my own crimson signature... the cringe, the after thoughts. do i want to be bleeding on that day as i go out? morbid? i can't seem to rationalize if it would be. can't put paid to how id rather die. thing is, how many of us can present a valid argument on how we'd rather be taken from this world to the grim reaper. you know him. the chap sporting a hood and a big sickle on a skeletal hand.. that dude makes you rationalize morbid tendencies! am i caught out in morbidity? oh, hadn't realized that was even a word till now guess there is a lesson in deathly thoughts.
question- how many of us are afraid to die or are we just the unready? you realize of course its fabled that life's essence is fully fledged in that last breath you'd take. you could then retort that the elusive meaning of life is found in its demise- death holds more for life, for us than life?
question- how many of us are afraid to die or are we just the unready? you realize of course its fabled that life's essence is fully fledged in that last breath you'd take. you could then retort that the elusive meaning of life is found in its demise- death holds more for life, for us than life?
Labels: morbid..
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
The un-f?kery of my person
I am walking through town like the self-respecting person that i happen by some dumb luck to be and boom I see her. She is from first glance what they call a hottie but upon closer inspection are the indelible lines of some quadruple X formula that has defined what she is now. She is the bona fide ghetto girl who fashions herself after what she sees on MTV, Channel O or some magazine that has replaced the one last week - which would be the one which claiming to be the definitive guide to the ultimate woman and and human experience.
Of course she is told that she needs to do one of a few billion things to get and keep her man but alas she is single with many layers of makeup and goodness knows what else to deal with. She thinks she needs to watch more of Oprah and Dr Phil now because the world has convinced her she is a bit mad, that she has more issues than she actually has.
So she goes about on an erotic binge with men and women of very little consequence. Until she suddenly finds, yes you guessed it right, Jesus. Then some poor idiot from a town in the corner of nowhere meets her and then marries her. What the f?k is that?
Sad thing is she is not a figment of my imagination... Nor yours....
Of course she is told that she needs to do one of a few billion things to get and keep her man but alas she is single with many layers of makeup and goodness knows what else to deal with. She thinks she needs to watch more of Oprah and Dr Phil now because the world has convinced her she is a bit mad, that she has more issues than she actually has.
So she goes about on an erotic binge with men and women of very little consequence. Until she suddenly finds, yes you guessed it right, Jesus. Then some poor idiot from a town in the corner of nowhere meets her and then marries her. What the f?k is that?
Sad thing is she is not a figment of my imagination... Nor yours....
Monday, March 3, 2008
that bitch called friday
it begins with that day named friday, quite the enigma wouldn't one agree? perchance a considerable numeric composition would concur if we tossed in the enigma mix a precise period- night.. yes now that is familiar territory for many a prowler. so the enigma that is friday night- wot to do, where to go, who to do? not in that particular order- of course, establishing the pecking order is left entirely to the ego of the prowler. and no this is not a male dominated enigma... the ratio, the decibel levels of comms, the financial implications, sexual charge of the atmosphere is- no lets expound and explore...
friday calls out to the yearning prowler like morning calls to the day, like a dark cloud to the release of heavy rain.. picture perfect, i think the point is reasonably attained. now, in a pub you can never get enough people in especially when the ratio of men to women is some 3 is 10 which is the normalcy of friday night. an experience with this ratio (or could that be defined as a 'run in' since 'experience' usually smacks of ill gotten endings) translates to bountiful prey, sadly though, for the male factor in the equation and well yes the female that bats for the other side.. cheers to the guy that figures out this is an opportune time to practice game and improve on the scalps and trophies because, yes, men do classify those conquests as such.. the forgettable scalps and memorable trophies. makes one wonder how women classify them if at all. make no mistake this ratio is not an intrusion but a careful balancing act that must be maintained, nurtured and much appreciated even if its a big game night.. nor is it in any way an interference like we'd courageously dismiss the decibel comms...
these levels to those who realised the art of war centuries ago and today have attained the sage status... need more be said? lest we forget it could be a cat fight- that chance of spotting the stray breastisis, the missing undies, wet t-shirt with beer spilt only on the pressure points...
that would do wonders for the stink of the air in that arena- that disgustingly delicious stink of SEX- so thick and inviting. pretentious drunken stupors and acted out binge drinking innuendos disqualify inhibitions because after its not a shy contest get your wild out memberships out! its a setup! do not dare forget how calculating you need be to survive in this arena... damn its the Colosseum all over again and gladiators galore going at it.. full sexual CHARGE!!! in roman and greek history generals would dominate their lieutenants and lesser officers by mounting them but in this arena do the right thing dominate the fairer sex only then do they call you brave and revered sir. trust. do not undo that phenomenal charge with impromptu ejaculations, drooling over the big titty waitress and the rest of that foolishness don't lose sight of the prize! you do want to be a legend don't you?
but that doesn't give rise to the reason why my fellow comrades stretch the wallet... what is the rational behind letting in those disastrous financial implications simply because its friday night you need to get laid but do you need to be stranded too? be clever step up your game... after all, the great sage will know... game recognise game!
i know you are out there... been caught out... and its only friday night... what then becomes of your bitch called saturday?
friday calls out to the yearning prowler like morning calls to the day, like a dark cloud to the release of heavy rain.. picture perfect, i think the point is reasonably attained. now, in a pub you can never get enough people in especially when the ratio of men to women is some 3 is 10 which is the normalcy of friday night. an experience with this ratio (or could that be defined as a 'run in' since 'experience' usually smacks of ill gotten endings) translates to bountiful prey, sadly though, for the male factor in the equation and well yes the female that bats for the other side.. cheers to the guy that figures out this is an opportune time to practice game and improve on the scalps and trophies because, yes, men do classify those conquests as such.. the forgettable scalps and memorable trophies. makes one wonder how women classify them if at all. make no mistake this ratio is not an intrusion but a careful balancing act that must be maintained, nurtured and much appreciated even if its a big game night.. nor is it in any way an interference like we'd courageously dismiss the decibel comms...
these levels to those who realised the art of war centuries ago and today have attained the sage status... need more be said? lest we forget it could be a cat fight- that chance of spotting the stray breastisis, the missing undies, wet t-shirt with beer spilt only on the pressure points...
that would do wonders for the stink of the air in that arena- that disgustingly delicious stink of SEX- so thick and inviting. pretentious drunken stupors and acted out binge drinking innuendos disqualify inhibitions because after its not a shy contest get your wild out memberships out! its a setup! do not dare forget how calculating you need be to survive in this arena... damn its the Colosseum all over again and gladiators galore going at it.. full sexual CHARGE!!! in roman and greek history generals would dominate their lieutenants and lesser officers by mounting them but in this arena do the right thing dominate the fairer sex only then do they call you brave and revered sir. trust. do not undo that phenomenal charge with impromptu ejaculations, drooling over the big titty waitress and the rest of that foolishness don't lose sight of the prize! you do want to be a legend don't you?
but that doesn't give rise to the reason why my fellow comrades stretch the wallet... what is the rational behind letting in those disastrous financial implications simply because its friday night you need to get laid but do you need to be stranded too? be clever step up your game... after all, the great sage will know... game recognise game!
i know you are out there... been caught out... and its only friday night... what then becomes of your bitch called saturday?
Labels: what becomes of saturday?
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Unbelievable
I was going through the internet today and I came across a strange article that listed top ten of the greatest Africans of all time apparently according to an organisation or entity called christian action. And guess who was at number one? David Livingstone. And who was in the top ten as well? Ian Smith and they call the liberation war heroes terrorists... I was disgusted.
But that is just the thing. We allow people of all sorts to trample on our history and making people out to be of some supposed importance, denigrating the work of such visionaries as Robert Mugabe, Kwame Nkrumah, Winnie Mandela, Julius Nyerere, Patric Lumumba to name but a few who put promises of individual wealth and health for the liberation of the majority of people in the countries they lived in. Those are the real heroes. Men, women and children who said no to any form of imperialism.
It is simply disgusting and is creating a new generation of Africans who are going to be racist. It's sick. It is simply disgusting and I for one will not stand for it...
But that is just the thing. We allow people of all sorts to trample on our history and making people out to be of some supposed importance, denigrating the work of such visionaries as Robert Mugabe, Kwame Nkrumah, Winnie Mandela, Julius Nyerere, Patric Lumumba to name but a few who put promises of individual wealth and health for the liberation of the majority of people in the countries they lived in. Those are the real heroes. Men, women and children who said no to any form of imperialism.
It is simply disgusting and is creating a new generation of Africans who are going to be racist. It's sick. It is simply disgusting and I for one will not stand for it...
Labels: Past continually stolen
