I confess that, years ago, I messed with a coworker so often that I may have caused some mental damage. I was in my low 30's and he was about 21 and was new at our firm. His name was Kenny. We became pretty good friends and would hang out from time to time. Not sure who instigated the pranks, but it was on. I guess I exploited his inexperience and was always one step ahead of him. One night, we were on my front porch and he reminded me of just how many things that I did to him. Most of them I had forgotten and have since forgotten again.
I do remember when he and I, along with another friend, went to a bar. We were playing billiards when a cute dishwater blonde came through the door. She sat at the bar and Kenny couldn't take his eyes off of her and continuously spoke of how cute she was. I went over to the bar and told her I needed a partner in a game of pool. So we played against the two friends. Kenny became even more intrigued with her. Later, she and I went back to the bar for a beer. Kenny naturally followed and stayed close to our conversation, although he couldn't hear it. I took advantage of his eagerness to join the conversation by fabricating flaws about him to her and then pull him into the conversation at the precise moment. For instance, I told her that he was a little slow and that he was in Special Education classes in high school because of those mental issues. I added that Mrs. Dothard was his Special Ed. teacher. At that moment, I turned to him and asked "Kenny, you know Mrs. Dothard don't you?". Again, his eagerness to join the conversation led him to lean in and reply "Yeah, yeah. yeah!". I went on like that for about an hour. When I told him the next day at work just what I was doing, he was both embarrassed and a little pissed.
I also remember that I would keep some candy on my desk at work and Kenny would go to my desk and eat some of it when I would leave the room from time to time. One day I sprayed some M&M's candy with hairspray, put it back in the opened bag and placed it on the filing cabinet. I pretended to go to the restroom, turned and walked back in the office. I caught him halfway from my desk to his, spitting out M^M's.
I introduced Kenny to a lot of classic rock and roll that he had never heard. So he liked to ride out to my place and listen to my albums. Only after 4:20. For you younger generation, music used to be recorded on vinyl discs called albums. I bought an album cleaning brush from Kenny. He placed a small sheet of paper in the brush case that read "FOOL", which was his nickname for me. I played an album the first night that I had the brush and found the note. He asked me every day at work if I had listened to an album the night before. I always replied "No, too busy". He followed me home one Friday after work to chill and listen to music. As we walked in the door, he tells me to put on an album. I made up something that I had to do first and for him to play one and I would play the next. I insisted he use the brush. When he did, he found my note that read "FUCK YOU".
I did other things, but I will end with this one. Kenny's car broke down and he needed to sell quickly. I gave him the name of a guy I know who owns a wrecker service, plus buys and sales used cars. Kenny contacted him and the wrecker guy offered him $400.00 dollars, sight unseen, for the car. Knowing the nature of the wrecker guy and how he would react, I told Kenny to call the guy back and tell him you want to shop the price. "He will offer you more money", I told Kenny. He did and the wrecker guy's response was "Good luck" and he hung up the phone. A month later, Kenny paid the same guy $100.00 to haul off the car.

Obedient oriental cum dump passively accepting sperm splattering on her pretty slant-eyed face, showing the next generation of Asian pleasure pigs how to quietly submit.

I’ve been sitting on this story for almost a month, but it’s one far too good to keep to myself – so, here goes.

I’ve written here a couple of times about Tildie, a 50ish divorcee who LOVES to suck cock and insists we role-play as daddy / daughter while she does it. Our last encounter was in July 2024 – an adult theater visit where she’d sucked off three guys and subsequently got fucked by one of them who had a massively thick dick -- and I’d pretty much written her off since I hadn’t heard from her since that night. I knew she’d lost her sales job and was feeling depressed, so I let it go.

Lo and behold, she texted me out of the blue in early March with the message, “I need to suck cock, daddy.” After a few back-and-forth messages, we settled on the evening of March 12 (2025), when my wife would be out of town. After hoping she’d consent to joining me at the local swingers’ motel, we instead settled on the same adult theater that we’d visited the previous summer.

After paying the entry fee, we headed upstairs. It’s an adult “toy” store on the main floor, with private viewing booths in back, but the second floor has a large central foyer with access to five separate mini-theaters, each showing various genres of porn on big screens. The place attracts nearly an entirely male clientele; a visiting mixed couple is a rarity, who often cruise through quickly and then leave. That doesn't prevent straight guys like me, though, from going there in hopes of seeing another couple in action. Midweek (this was a Wednesday) can be a bit sparse, attendance-wise, so I took the liberty of placing an ad on our local DL forum to gin up interest. I held off disclosing the date, time and location until I knew whoever answered my ad wasn’t a total weirdo. Tildie had no idea I’d placed the ad, and I made sure the invitees knew not to spill the beans, but I wanted to make sure she had plenty of cock-sucking targets. I ended up divulging the details to seven guys, six of whom ultimately showed up.

Tildie is a self-described BBW, but she’s pretty firm for a 50-something woman with two kids – big tits (38D) and a big ass, but not “sloppy fat.” She wore black yoga pants (no panties), a black lacy front-hook bra, and a shiny silver sweatshirt. I had on my usual arcade outfit – black sweatpants, sneakers, and a long-sleeve gym shirt (no underwear).

We cruised through the various theaters for a bit, looking for a place to settle. There were two guys hanging out upstairs, and they casually followed us to the theater playing some heterosexual porn. It’s a room about 12 by 15 feet, with chairs placed haphazardly in various parts of the theater. They’re sturdy metal – some seat two people, others just one – with open-weave seats, sort of like what you’d see on a balcony or patio. They’re not particularly comfortable, but they serve their purpose and clean up easily.

We parked ourselves in a two-seater, off to one side and about halfway back from the giant screen in front of the room. Tildie immediately beckoned to one of the guys and asked him outright if he wanted her to suck his cock. He immediately agreed, stepped in front of her, and dropped his trousers to reveal an average-sized cock already fully erect. I suggested he must have been playing “pocket pool” in advance, but Tildie simply said, “Shush, daddy,” and leaned forward to wrap her lips around his cock. She’s clearly an expert at her craft and uses her hand and mouth in a perfect combination of teasing, fondling and sucking. Guy No. 1 didn’t last very long – I’d guess, maybe three minutes – and he started to back away as he began to ejaculate. I said, “No. She wants to swallow the whole load,” so he remained in place as she leaned forward and sucked him dry.

By this time, four more guys had shown up. I’m guessing at least a couple were there thanks to my ad, because they had their cocks out and ready. Tildie took on the next one, a medium-sized Hispanic guy who was probably in his early 30s. He lasted a bit longer, and Tildie really worked up a sweat before completely draining his balls. I handed her the bottle of water I’d brought with me, and she took a few sips to wash down the cum she’d just had in her mouth. “Fuck, it’s getting hot in here,” she exclaimed, tendrils of her hair plastered to the sides of her flushed, overheated face. “You should take off your sweatshirt,” I suggested helpfully, and she stood up to strip it off, revealing her well-packed black lace bra.

She motioned for Guy No. 3, an older while gentleman, to take the seat she’d just vacated, and I moved out of the way to give him room to plop down after dropping his trousers to his ankles. Tildie got on her knees in front of him and started to suck, having first pulled down her bra to expose her well-rounded breasts. She reached out to him and placed his hands on her tits, and he was soon tugging away at her distended nipples as she masterfully blew him. Halfway to completion, she said to me, “Rub my pussy, daddy.” So, I got down on the floor with her and worked her yoga pants down past her hips, so they hung at the mid-thigh level. I reached in from behind and felt her extremely wet crotch, pussy lips coated with her juices and her hole ready for penetration. I proceeded to finger-fuck her enthusiastically with one hand while reaching around with the other to play with her clit.

Shortly thereafter, she swallowed the old guy’s load and leaned back so he could vacate the chair.
Guy No. 4 was a very heavyset Hispanic guy who wasted no time stripping off his sweats and taking the place of the man who’d just finished. He appeared to have a pretty small cock – I’m guessing a bit under four inches fully erect – but Tildie is an equal-opportunity cocksucker. She went to work on him as enthusiastically as she’d done with all the others, but he proved to be quite a challenge. Whereas the ones before generally ejaculated anywhere from a couple of minutes to perhaps 10, this guy seemed to go on forever. I’d continued to play with Tildie’s pussy throughout, but I was getting sore from crouching on the hard floor, so I eventually back off and let her continue without my interference.

I didn’t formally time this guy, but he had to have taken more than 20 minutes to cum. Tildie tried all sorts of tricks – massaging his ball sac, jerking his cock at different speeds, licking the head both clockwise and counter-clockwise – until finally I suggested she should just admit defeat. “Nope,” she replied, “One more idea.” She encouraged him to slide forward in his seat until half his butt was hanging over the front edge of the chair. Then she shoved a finger up his ass and proceeded to massage his prostate. That did the trick, and he pumped a fair bit of Mexi-jizz down her throat.

At this point, it was time for a break, plus she’d temporarily run out of patrons. There were two “unblown” guys hanging about, but they seemed far more interested in watching than participating. So instead, Tildie stood up (with me helping her), pulled up her pants, and slipped back into her sweatshirt. “Let’s see what’s going on downstairs,” she suggested, so we took the stairs and strolled through the store area on our way to the arcade. There was a young couple checking out vibrators, and the guy did a double-take when he saw the two of us heading into the arcade area. I thought they might actually follow us in, but sadly that didn’t happen. We cruised around the various booths and peeked into a few so I could show Tildie how some of them were spacious enough for three or four people, while others had barely enough room for two. “No glory holes?” she asked. I explained they’d covered them up some time ago, which appeared to disappoint her.

Our examination complete, we crossed the store again on our way to the stairs. “Oh, I forgot you two were still here,” said the woman behind the counter who’d taken our entry fee. “A couple of guys just came in, wondering if there was anyone else in the theater area.” I asked if they left, but the cashier explained they bought their tickets and went upstairs. That’s all Tildie needed to hear. She tugged on my arm and whispered in my ear, “I want to suck some more cock, daddy.” My reply: “No time like the present, baby girl,” and up we went.

We took our place in the same mini-theater, except this time Tildie took off her sweatshirt right away. I pulled her bra back down in front and sucked on her nipples while she reached into my sweatpants and stroked my cock. “Wow, you’ve been leaking precum like crazy, huh?” she exclaimed. I didn’t have a chance to reply because, just then, one of the new arrivals had tapped Tildie on her shoulder and asked her if she’d suck his cock. She motioned for him to sit down, and she bent over at the waist to shove her face between his legs. Guy No. 5 was a tall Black man with a larger-than-average cock. “Ooh,” Tildie exclaimed. “I’m torn between blowing you and asking you to fuck me.” She clearly favors thick dicks over average ones, having a fairly large pussy hole to fill. The guy tugged at the back of her head to introduce her mouth to his cock, saying as he did so, “First one, then the other, OK?” She could only grunt in reply, her mouth already full of BBC.

He shot his wad fairly quickly – I’d guess after about five minutes – and stood up to fulfill his other half of the bargain. I’d previously pulled down her pants to calf level and was finger-fucking her pussy as she sucked the Black guy’s cock, so she was ripe and ready for him as he nudged me out of the way and moved in behind her. One of the other recent arrivals quickly took a seat so she could work on his erection as the big guy gripped her hips and plunged into her moist hole. She gasped from the penetration but stayed firmly on the seated guy’s cock, managing to jerk him off into her mouth despite a heavy pounding from behind. “Don’t come in my pussy,” she managed to blurt out, but just at that moment the Black guy grunted twice, said, “Uh, too late,” and pulled out. Even in the dim light, you could see the glob of gooey white stuff slide out of her pussy and drip onto the crotch of her yoga pants. “Clean me up, daddy,” Tildie ordered, so I used my hand to scoop up as much cum as still clung to her pussy lips and inner thighs, and then reached around so she could lick my hand clean.

Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Tildie sucked off a few more guys – even one of the original watchers who finally succumbed to her talents – until there was no one left except the two of us. At that point, she’d blown nine guys and swallowed 10 loads – one guy had come back for seconds – plus the one she’d taken vaginally. I’d held off, figuring we’d go back to my place where I’d get a more leisurely opportunity at her well-used mouth. We even got as far as the front door when, all of a sudden, another guy entered the place. “Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked him, as he barely had gotten through the entryway. He admitted that would be excellent, so we turned around and went back upstairs while he purchased his ticket and appeared in the little theater a few minutes later.

Tildie worked him over as expertly as she’d done with all the others that evening. I marveled at her stamina and skill level, as enthusiastic in sucking her tenth different cock as she’d been for her first. Whereas most of the other guys had been content to sit back and let her do all the work, Guy No. 10 was more proactive. He literally throat-fucked her, quite forcefully, and Tildie submitted to his efforts without complaint. Later, she told me he’d ejaculated more than anyone else that evening, so much so that she’d barely managed to keep it from spilling out. He was also one of the few to express his thanks for her doing such a good job, and he even shook my hand before leaving, thanking me as well for sharing my friend with everyone.

I wasn’t willing to wait any longer, so I told Tildie to sit down as I moved in front of her and dropped my sweatpants to ankle level. She started out by licking up all the precum that coated my half-erect penis – I’d generated a lot from all the watching I’d done – and then took my entire 5.5 inches in one gulp. She moved her mouth back and forth along my shaft in sort of an energy-saving mode knowing I usually took a while to ejaculate. After about five minutes, I sensed another person in the room and looked up to see a fairly young guy standing off to the side. He had on gym shorts that were pulled to the side to expose his long thin cock, and he was stroking it to match the rhythm of Tildie’s mouth on my dick. With no one else about, I figured he’d be her final patron of the evening, and I didn’t want to have him blast off without giving her a change to taste his cum. Therefore, I pushed her face slightly away from the base of my cock and started to jerk myself off against her lips. “Feed me your cum, daddy,” she said softly, and I sped up my tugging until I came explosively. Having anticipated this night for some time, I’d held off masturbating for three days, so I had a fairly sizeable load to pump into her mouth. I came noisily and thoroughly, shooting three thick ropes of cum down her gullet. As I backed away, I motioned to the other guy to take my place, which he did speedily. I was correct in my assessment; it didn’t take him long at all to pump her mouth full of warm, gooey sperm – maybe two minutes, tops – and then she declared herself finished for the night.

“Did you keep count, daddy? she asked, as we walked back to my car. “Twelve, cocks, sweetie, including mine, and thirteen loads altogether.” Wow – that’s a lot of cum, daddy” she said with pride in her voice. “Did you like watching me suck all those cocks, daddy?” “You were wonderful, baby girl,” I replied. “I enjoyed it more than you can imagine.”

I dropped her off at her place after giving her a goodnight kiss. Figuring that would be the last I’d hear from Tildie for a while again, I was surprised to get a text message from her just last week, less than a month after her marathon sucking session. “I’m ready to suck more cock soon, daddy,” read her message. We traded comments back and forth, and she agreed she’d like to try the swingers’ place next time. “I don’t want to go in the hot tub,” she stated firmly, “Because I’m not sure they do a good job cleaning it. But you said they have a couple of king-size beds in the pool area, so I’d be comfortable sucking cock there.” I reminded her we were far more likely to see other couples in attendance there, versus the all-male clientele typical at the adult theater. “You know what that means, right sweetie?” I asked. “Yes, daddy. I’ll have a chance to show you how well I eat pussy. And you can eat mine, too.” I told her it would be my pleasure – and indeed it will!

I’m hoping Tildie will accept my invitation in the very near future, which means I’ll have another fun tale to tell here. Stay tuned!

Is each generation of girls getting more and more slutty? It seems bikinis cover less and less now... How slutty will the next gen/ generation alpha be? 

I confess that I feel incredibly sorry for the people of today being repressed sexually, mentally, and physically by moderate politics. Historically every time this type of thing happens to populations it generally denotes a society in rapid decline trying to bolster upper and religious class morals through enforced ideals and slogans and defining it as morally just, all the while ripping off the wealth and resources of the general public to entrench themselves as the 'ruling class'. In short- "give them something to bitch about and they'll never notice our hands on their wallets nor their eroding freedoms". Amazing- I personally think that religion, as a whole, sees it's future influence over people declining and are pitching a next to last-ditch effort to ensure it's power over the general population for future generations by reducing the rights originally available to the people by the Bill of Rights. Not by reduction of law and order, but by making the system so restrictive and watched over that a person will always be in the wrong morally and legally and so will always need religion and laws for guidance from any standpoint, in order to fit into their definition of what a just society is or is not. After all, we are just 'children' in the eyes of their lord, right?

First of all, I'm sorry about the length. Brevity is usually my strength, but I don't think I can hold back here. You don't have to read it; this is just to kind of organize my thoughts a little. Bravo if you actually read all of it though :P.

I've never told anyone everything before, it's all been bits and pieces between anyone who cared enough to ask. Anyway, I remember a time when I was an innocent little boy, oblivious to the world. I'd lie, cheat, steal, fight, sabotage, and occasionally attempted to commit acts of arson (needless to say I wasn't the nicest kid around :D). I wasn't at the top of the pecking order, but I definitely wasn't near the bottom either.

I don't remember how it began, but somehow my life completely collapsed when I was in my early teens (I think). I became severely depressed, so now in addition to my brilliant qualities of lying, cheating, stealing, I was also antisocial and suicidal. I really hated myself. If I wasn't such a coward I probably wouldn't be here still. I persisted until I was 17 or so, when I was just half a year from university. I realized then that I really had a problem, and that I should do something about it. See, all this time I was leading a double life; I tried my best to appear normal in front of the other kids and my parents, but I'd break down when I was alone - and I always wanted to be alone. Depression's a vicious cycle - you wonder why you don't have any real friends, yet you seek loneliness, pushing away anyone who tries to come close.

So I made a rule that if anything that made me depressed, I would think of at least one positive thing that came with it. If I really struggle to think of anything, a simple 'well, it taught me not to do that stupid thing again' would be acceptable too. The focus isn't really on the positive thing itself - the focus is on getting the mind to think positively, about the good things, not the negative ones as you'd be prone to do if you're in a depressed mindset. At this point in time I made a vow to myself that once I was out of the hell I was in that I would help others like me. That thought kept me going along with that difficult process. Surprisingly, by the time I began university I had progressed so much that I was actually feeling happiness again. It took me a further 2 or 3 years to fully get over the depression that had plagued me the past 6 or 7 years - by which time I had a whole new set of problems...

Actually, allow me to go back to my high school days. There was a girl in my class (I won't name names). I can barely remember what she looked like. She kept to herself mostly, sitting there alone on the one side of the classroom. One day an announcement came on while classes had just started. She had done the unthinkable. It's been so long now that I struggle to remember it, but I must remember. She had given me motivation to go on, and besides, someone has to remember her. I owe so much to the girl, even though we've never even had a conversation together. Then again, actions speak louder than words, right? She made me realize that there are others out there ravaged by depression, not just me. During my last 3 years at university (I took 5 years because I switched into psychology late), I came to the conclusion that I should dedicate my life to helping people - not just with depression, but other things as well. I figure I owe my life to the idea that one day I'll make others happy, that I might as well just spend the rest of my life trying to do as much as I can. I owe that lovely girl my life too, I feel like she sacrificed herself to turn me into the person I am today. I still regret so much for not taking time to talk to her. I often wonder what might have happened if I took any one of the dozen chances I've had to be friends with her. Could I have saved her life? Actually that brings me to where I am right now, 23, unemployed, and fresh out of university. I've turned over a new leaf. I try to be nice to everyone, do nothing that would make another living being suffer, and definitely no more dishonesty.

However, I find it extremely difficult to get started in doing what I want to do. I'm still looking for a job to start paying off some of my student loans, even if it's just entry level stuff. I've been looking for a LONG time, and I really don't know what I'm doing wrong. My goal is to eventually receive a master's in social work, then do social work while volunteering on the side. I'd use as much money as I need to live fairly comfortably and give all the rest to charity or individuals in need. I have a few leads for volunteering right now, so I might do that, but the job situation is still a big deal. I hope I can find one fairly soon. As for the social work degree, I don't know if I have the grades to be accepted. I have a B average, so it would be difficult considering it's just the bare minimum for most graduate schools. Furthermore, when I do actually get my degree and get a job, I don't think I'll have time for anything else. Between taking time for work and volunteer, I don't even think I will be able to have a dog, much less a family. It's sad because even though I've always had my doubts about having a family, I always thought I would get a puppy and teach him to be the best dog ever. It's also sad because I do think about what it would like to have kids and raising them to grow up to be Nobel prize winners :D. Because of this, I have been avoiding relationships going past the friend phase, and rejecting any women who were bold enough to say they like me. I always feel bad about that, but they don't have any ideas of what I have planned, and I just want to save them from that fate. Who whould want a man who's never home and gives away all his money? I also haven't told my parents about this yet. How would I tell them? This is worse than telling them I'm gay, because at least then I could still adopt kids and get married and be happy. No, this is going to be terrible for them. Added is the fact that not only am I the only child, but my parents aren't even originally from this country (Canada), so not only would I be cutting our line, I'd undo the fact that my parents came here in the hopes that me and the generations after would be better off. Well, that just might not happen. So, basically it comes down to what should I go for now, my dreams - what I thought I owed my life to, or my own happiness? Either way I'll have to give up a lot. For now I figure if I'll be regretting about something anyway, I might as well do the thing that will bring the most good - making as many people happy as I can.

If anyone's still reading (who knows, there might be one or two of you), I urge you to do something good in the next 24 hours. Give a good friend a gift out of the blue - they'll be happy, and you'll feel good. Maybe donate some money to a charity. If you're going to a bar, buy some random person a drink. And always have hope, even if it seems hopeless. Nothing good ever came out of feeling hopeless. If you're a good and decent person you can accomplish just about anything you want. Thanks for listening to my ramblings :).

Heres a fact. US credibility hasn't been downgraded since 1917. And the S&P chief executive didn't rule out more downgrades in the NEAR future. The European Central Bank has agreed to buy Italian and Spanish, another bailout. Last week, Carlos Slim, the richest man in the world, lost $6.3 billion. Bill Gates lost a couple of billion as well. In the 3 years since the first recession and credit contraction, political leaders haven't addressed and solved the underlying causes - and now we're heading for a double dip recession. This is bad. At a time when political leaders think that they've utilized every solution and resource available (bailouts, stimulus packages, endless tax cuts, quantitative easing, low interest rates) to help combat and stave off the worst of the worst - none of it has worked! We have to bear in mind that the solutions aforementioned were all policies which adhered strictly with free market neoliberal economic philosophy. Therefore we MUST come to the ultimate understanding that the CAPITALIST economic system is not only failing, its DEAD!!!! The only thing keeping it alive is a massive global transfer of wealth from the global poor and dispossessed to the ruling elite, the few owners of the means of production and of finance thereof - the same way a nearly dead human being is kept alive by a respiratory machine and chemical inoculation. This economic system is in permanent decay.

In the words of Leon Trotsky "The system is rotten ripe for revolution"

Those of you who think that investing in gold and ammunition will stave off the worst - well I'm sorry - but you are sadly mistaken. YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD if you actually believe that.

Those of you who unfortunately fall victim to racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic beliefs are further assisting the rich capitalist ruling class in the plunder of the worlds resources including ourselves as the human race because we are a resource.

Protests are occurring all over the Middle east and Eastern Europe with more to come. Riots are engulfing the UK slums as the masses of poor and disenfranchised youth within a generation are responding back against a system that has long forgotten their aspirations and immediate needs in the pursuit of profit accumulation and "financial stability".

Without a doubt the next economic crisis which is seemingly around the corner unfortunately threatens to be a massive and quite possibly one of the worst- if not the worst - the world has ever had the unfortunate circumstance of having to endure.

Bailouts will continue uninhibited - and in return - drastic and deep austerity measures will be adopted and executed by all national governments respectively - all large in number. The social ramifications stemming from such large transfers of wealth from the poor to the ruling elite will be too much to bear.

Indeed, we are approaching a quite peculiar yet extremely severe stage in class society. A stage in which economic stagnation intertwines with continuous war and authoritarian rule. Whilst we remain engulfed in anti life mentalities such as individualism "every man for himself", we risk the stage yet again of - THE DARK AGES!

Yes! I kid you not! THE DARK AGES ARE HERE AGAIN! The same that afflicted past empires such as Ancient Egypt and Rome, where civilizations fell over the course of centuries. We are now approaching this periodic epoch within class society of social barbarism.

So what are we going to do? Will we continue to decline as a global civilization, or will we finally come together as a race, a human race, and overthrow these social parasites known as the capitalist ruling class, and establish a society in which planetary resources are distributed equally throughout the globe enough to provide the means of sustenance necessary for every individual with the physical and mental capabilities to reach their highest aspiration?

It's up to us

What idiot decided to cast that no talent nigger, Whoopi Goldberg, on Star Trek the Next Generation? I would love to see that directors meeting.

Latino group claims Aztl�n war in next five years

August 27, 2011

Phoenix-based Nuestros Reconquistos claims that there will be a war very similar to the Civil War fought in the next five years. �La Raza and MEChA have already talked to Latinos and Phoenix and explained that Latinos need to arm themselves for war,� says Nuestros Reconquistos p******** Manuel Longoria.

Cecilia Maldonado of Chicanos Unidos Arizona isn�t hoping for any sort of war, but believes it may be unavoidable. �For generations, our people have prepared us to take back the lands of the Southwest that were stolen from our Mexican ancestors. Because of the bad economy and many racist laws, Latinos will be forced to fight sooner than later,� says Mrs. Maldonado.

Latino groups believe they have enough people in states such as California, Nevada, Arizona, New Mexico, and Texas to successfully wage a war on the United States. Who�s side will you be on?

This article is not dergndiag all families that are single or broken, it is just simply stating a fact that the optimal family is one that has a mother and a father in a loving relationship with each other and their children. This world is imperfect, people are imperfect and selfish, thus relationships are imperfect and inevitably break down. It is not ideal to have a single parent family. It is not ideal to have a no mother or no father, but two fathers or two mothers. The reality of life is that relationships breakdown, parents die, people are horrible to each other, to their children, and therefore, our birthright to a mother and father in a secure family is taken away. The ideal family doesn't happen the way it should for everyone, but it does happen for many I am one of these. This is ideal and this is our birthright. Don't go telling me that children of broken families do not wish that their parents were still together, or that their mother or father treated them better, or that their mother or father did not die when they were young, or that adopted children do not wish at some stage in their lives to find out about their biological families. It is their birthright which they did not recieve through no fault of their own, but does that mean we should willingly wish this upon generations yet to be born through advocating homosexual families. So, in support of this article, we do not want children to continue to miss out on a mother and father because the governments of this generation legislated that it was ok to let gay couples raise them as their own, knowing that they would be denied their birthright of a family combination of mother and father. Yes, there is such a thing as community role models, but how is this the same as knowing your own mother or your own father and being raised and influenced by them? The truth is that you are influenced the most in life by your own family and the way you were raised. I know gay couples are already allowed to adopt children, but we need to look at the bigger picture, for the benefit of our society and future generations. We cannot let marriage be normalised as anything goes, if it's love then it should be for anyone what ever the gender. It has been trashed by plenty of hetrosexual couples (ie Britany Spears, Hugh Heffner, your next door neighbour!), but in its true and honourable sense, it is meant for a man and woman to become mother and father and raise children. This is the ideal and we need to strive for this. It is what is best for society.

You know what really grinds my gears!!

Is it just me or is anyone else turned off when a woman refers to herself as a "bad bitch" that's such a turn off! Gone are the days when women had class,elegance,charm and wit. What happened to respecting yourself, what happened to virtue,what happened to honor. Gone,are the women with substance,intelligence,engaged you in though provoking conversation.
Men are No better, they'd rathere be a douchebag, idiotic,insecure parasite. Chivalry is dead,due to women wanting go be equa,, so hold ur own fucking door than. Sick of hearing women complain they want a Nice guy,But they friendzone the Nice guy. What happened to a woman that wants and allows her man to treat her like a woman? This society is in a downward sporal of filth and degeneration. And the sickening part,,, you love it! Happier than a pig in shit,,happier than a dog eating his vomit,,happier than a fag with a bag of dicks!! I hate this world,It's all about Money,accolades, ur car,and ur house,,,perhaps you wouldn't need all that "stuff" if you were a decent human being. White washed tombs, I see skeletons walking around in make up and shits,,spraying fancy perfume and Cologne to hide the insidious stench of death the lingers and follows you everywhere you go. So,this world can kiss my ass with It's tongue out.
Oh and these little fucker's we call children,they're right on cue to be the next generation of selfish,immoral,materialistic,shallow,self centered pieces of shit! FUCK EACH AND EVERYONE ONE OF YOU!

(I'm a counselor and just had a very bad day,sorry)