…if she’s 18, and looks like a 12 year old… …or is 12 and looks like an 18 year old… (Lmfao. I’m going to Hell for that joke. Or at the very least: prison). Excerpts from “Frank and Bob”. I realize that I’m going to catch a lot of heat for this joke, but on principle (of free speech, […]
Something tells me that my first child will be a daughter, and my second child will be a son. Let’s go fuck some random stranger to find out… Or I can do this… Or get someone else to do it for me 😉 And, I guess, I’ll piss some people off here while I’m at […]
Leftists act like children: Whoever yells the loudest wins, right? Isn’t that how arguments work? Liberal. Fem. Politics. Economics. Voluntarism and Capitalism.
Obviously, it’s the internet’s fault that you are being a stupid retarded piece of shit parent. Blame the internet because you’re too stupid not to give your child the internet in the first place. Let’s not talk about the fact that you feel like a cell phone with an internet connection is like a separate […]
Telling people what they want to hear is equivalent to giving a sucker to a child who is having a tantrum. Offend the Fuck Out of People. Intelligence. Excerpts from my fiction. Age. Things that I have for sale on Kindle. Where you can financially support me if you so desire.
There’s nothing quite like reminiscing. Went to the ballfield that I played on as a kid. Recalled running soccer laps and comparing myself as a kid to World Cup players; recalled running the bases before I was even 10 years old; remembering how seldom I got on first in practice; second was even rarer and third was […]
I once had a blog. I guess it was near 10 year ago, now. Would’ve made me 15, 16 years old. Yikes. Glad it’s not still around (although a part of me wishes I could still see what I wrote, and only me). But I’ve always been a scatterbrained little boy, for a multitude of reasons. […]
This is one of those books that is hard to do justice with a review. The copy that I read, borrowed from my best friend, has a preface by Walter Cronkite written in 1983, and an afterword by Eric Fromm in 1961. I’ll share a little bit of each of these before I write my […]
At first, it might seem odd why a young man, with a critical penchant, would decide to subject himself to a story in which, no doubt, the subject matter would be ripe for critique. Why does a man subject himself to something he hates, only to complain about it? It must be that he actually enjoys the […]
He sat down at his computer desk. Resilient; braced by the cold. The deadly stars signaling down upon him a hope that science couldn’t understand. Hope couldn’t be calculated numerically. But what could be measured, in a way, deadened the beauty of the firmament. Beautiful mystery became cold, deadly reality. The curiosity of childhood became […]