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No Sex at Wal Mart

Friday, November 12th, 2010

As if the general vagaries of life aren’t enough, and a brief stint in chemotherapy hasn’t been a joy, I now get to deal with the side effects of a whack immune system. Back in July I remember saying to my friend, “The fucking insurance company decided I no longer need treatment. I guess permanent joint pain and paralysis isn’t a concern for them. The only thing that could put the cherry on this whole miserable cake is a festering case of MRSA.”

I really should learn to keep my fucking mouth shut. Guess what I have? Yeah. Like I always say, “This just keeps getting better and better.”

Sexy, sexy. Don’t you wish you had one just like this? Fuck shaving, I think I’m going to concentrate on avoiding gangrene.

Unfortunately, it’s not just on my leg. And you people all wonder why I never show any pictures of myself. I can’t live with the fear and pain I would inflict on the general public. MRSA can actually maim and kill if left untreated, and knowing this, UHC (my shitty fucking insurance) decided that it just wasn’t going to pay for the high-grade antibiotic needed to kill the infection. So, my doctor prescribed Cipro. I can get Cipro at the Wal Mart for $4 as opposed to the $200 needed for the other antibiotic (you know, the one that might actually work).

But I didn’t come here today to be a little Debbie Downer. Nope. I am writing today to point out that there’s a serious problem going on in America, or possibly only in Oakland, CA. The problem is people just aren’t having enough sex. I know that sounds incredible, but just hear me out. I have evidence. See, while waiting for the pharmacist to learn how to count to 20 so she could put the pills in a bottle, I had a chance to peruse the clearance section in the pharmacy. The items in there amazed and stunned me, as they will you.

Anybody want some discount lube? How about some condoms? Look, those fundamentalist idiots are wrong; you need to wrap it up every time. Anyone? Anyone?

Wet is actually decent lubricant. Now, I have to admit the newer formula is better, but hey, cheap lube. Who can’t use that? The only reason you couldn’t unload lube and condoms is if people aren’t having sex (or masturbating. Look I don’t judge and neither should you. When you masturbate you’re always having sex with someone you love). Anyway, that’s the not the only thing on clearance at the Wal Mart pharmacy.

Okay, this I can understand a bit better. When I think of vibrator shopping, Wal Mart is NOT the first name that comes to mind. That being said, I can’t wait to see the new line of Wal Mart dominatrix wear.

So, maybe there’s no demand for vibrators among the Wal Mart crowd. I’d like to think that people are just holding out until they can get to a proper sex shop with some heavy duty, diesel fuel powered equipment. It could be that this particular item didn’t sell because the typical Wal Mart customer probably searched for it in the hardware section and didn’t find it. It’s hard to tell. One thing that isn’t a mystery to me is the presence of this little item in the clearance pile:

Nothing screams romance like your genitals on fire. Isn’t burning in your genital region a sign that something is seriously, majorly, ickily wrong? I think I’ll pass on that too.

I learn something new every day. Most of the time, it’s stuff that I really didn’t want to know. I learned that the good folks at Wal Mart don’t like me getting creative with their discount sex toy display. I’m only trying to help. Maybe craigslist.org should start running adult services ads again, that way we can all find a use for those discount condoms. Hey, fuck if you got ‘em. The bad part is nobody really needs them. And that brings me to the last item on clearance. If you’re not having sex, you certainly don’t need one of these.

Well, at least that’s a load off my mind.

Fucking People

Wednesday, August 25th, 2010

I need to go off on a rant here, and it’s one I’ve visited many times before. This is not the first time I’m kicking this horse, and it certainly won’t be the last. I want you all to look at something. I want you to see the wicked, wicked enemy of Americans everywhere:

Oh, I’ve come face to face with him before. Nice guy, he’s the one that tends to bring the cheap tequila and drink everyone else’s top-shelf anything.

What’s wrong? You don’t recognize him? He’s not the Taliban, he’s not a Muslim cultural center a few blocks away from where the World Trade Center once stood, he’s not the secret socialist in your midst, and he’s not even the evil gay agenda. Who is it then? Well, that guy is Asmodeus, and if you believe the politicians and religious nutjobs that want to run your life while claiming to want to keep the government out of your personal business, he is a very, very bad man. (You can tell by the dog. If he was a good guy, he’d definitely own a Dachshund instead. Only good people own doxies.)

Why fear Asmodeus? Well, for one thing he’s the lord reigning over the second ring of hell. Another good reason to fear him is that he is the official demon of lust. Oh, yes, fear him indeed. After all, we all know that Americans don’t have sex, and if for some strange reason they do, they only have it in missionary position after they get married. We don’t endorse or promote sex, except in every advertisement, television show, movie and song known to mankind. We are a chaste and upright nation.

Denial is a river in Egypt.

No, since I’m a scientist and a skeptic and allowed to confront the demon haunted word head on, I’d like to make a profound statement. Human beings are fucking. There, I said it. No, I’m not going to be polite about this, find a nicer term, talk about how it should be loving and romantic, or waste time making a euphemism. Humans in general and Americans specifically are fucking. Okay, I’m going to leave you for a minute with your shock and awe, and then I’ll get back to it. In the mean time, enjoy this. When you’re ready, you can meet me down below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZFYtvfBdBpY

Okay. Walk it off? Feel better? Good. Now, let’s get back to the important shit. People are fucking. There’s no getting around this, and I think we need to overcome our prudish behavior and denial about this. The reason I bring this up is because once again I find myself caught between two distinct worlds. World one is the straight-laced, tightly controlled, overly-religious world of many of my friends and family. The other is the world of the secular. Here’s where I dwell with scientists, scholars, professionals and practical people who have no damn use for the antiquated values and moral concepts of yesteryear. Dare we call it yestercentury?

In a world surrounded by sex on all sides why must we still pretend that we are all virgins when we get married, have no sexual fantasies, there’s no need for frank discussions about safe sex and the nation, particularly its leaders (political and religious) aren’t the biggest batch of fucking hypocrites ever to walk the earth? Oh wait, they aren’t fucking at all, that’s right. Everyone one of them wears this to work:

Yes, that vile thing is exactly what you think it is. Why don’t you try it on for size, after all, that’s what our hypocritical society tells you to do.

Remember this fuckhead?

That hypocritical dickbag is Mark Souder. The woman is his mistress Tracy Jackson. Yeah, when they’re not talking about the importance of abstinence only education and abstinence, they’re fucking. Yes, they’re fucking. I’m surprised he could pull his dick out long enough for them to record this video. Why do we play this game? Why do we listen to these people? Why do we have to pretend that we aren’t a bunch of hypocrites and liars?

Thank you, Ms. Maddow. It had to be said. The very happy ending to this story (nothing to do with hand jobs, Americans don’t have sex, thank you very much) is that Souder resigned. It couldn’t happen to a nicer person. I digress. Back to the matter at hand. I went into a Frederick’s of Hollywood recently and saw a woman in an abaya and hijab looking at lingerie. What the fucking fuck? If you’re wearing the beekeeper suit, the last thing you need to worry about is looking sexy. There’s nothing sexy about putting a tarp on your ass and pretending you don’t have legs and a vagina. Oh, and for those of you not familiar with Frederick’s of Hollywood, here’s a quick advert:

Nothing screams chastity, subjugation to the patriarchy and no sex in America like a Frederick's catalog.

So, either my sister underneath the tarp is fooling herself, or even she feels the need to appeal to the man who subjugates her every night. I’m banking on the second, and so even the chaste and modest before God appear to be fucking. Now why are we all still pretending it doesn’t happen?

I’d like to have a day when I don’t hear some stupid asshole say something along the lines of, “Well, I don’t have the right to judge, only God can do that, but…”

But nothing, asshole. You just saw fit to judge. Oh, you’re not casting judgment, you’re just making up your mind that you have to play along with this society’s hypocrisy and react accordingly. After all, when you’re not the pariah, everything is just fine. All the while you ogle the ads, jerk off to the free porn on the premium cable channels and get off on listening to all the dirty little secrets spouted off during talk shows. Who’s worse? Me because I tell kids to use condoms and be safe or you with your hypocrisy? Let’s take a second look…

I’m hitting two taboos with one blog. After all, I know we can’t show penises in this country because no woman has ever witnessed a penis and remained conscious. Women fainting and/or dying at the sight of a penis is why there are so few humans in the world.

Maybe there are worse demons. Maybe you people are right, and the world is better because of abstinence only education, Victorian values we pay lip service to while fucking like rabbits and a whole damn culture of hypocrisy. Maybe the sudden dramatic increase in teen pregnancy and STDs in the past decade had absolutely nothing to do with state sponsored spreading of ignorance.

You’re all right. I think I’m changing my message, despite all evidence to the contrary. If you like it then put a ring on it.

Yeah, like that prevents pregnancy and STDs. Look at the holes in those things—a cockroach could escape that.

No, not that ring, you jackass. I mean THIS RING:

That’s more like it. After all, we all know you’re using them at home.

And, if you’re actually smart, this ring as well.

Now that’s what I’m talking about. These particular ones are vegan and biodegradable. Not that there’s a problem with global warming or mass waste production or environmental abuse (see denial).

We could fight the demons. If only. See, I’m just one abrasive voice screaming into the wind. Every time you consent to ignorance only education in your schools, don’t immediately demand the resignation of “family values” candidates fucking everything that moves and embezzling money or avert your eyes in shame should a neighbor make a comment about your private life instead of telling that bitch to mind his own business, you play into this system. Maybe it’s time for a mass exorcism and a good old fashioned dose of reality. That or you could just settle for this.

Man, I can’t believe that slut had the nerve to show that much eye in public. What’s this world coming to?

Or worse, possibly this:

Hypocrite Highway

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

I’m gobsmacked and at a loss for words. This is such a rare occasion that I think I’m just going to sit down and take a few minutes to soak it all in. Tell you what, while I sit here shaking my head choking back cynical laughter, how about you take a road trip? Go ahead, I want you to put on your chastity belts, light a cigarette, go tell your kids to do as you say not as you do and get up on your high horses, because we’re checking out the sights along the Hypocrisy Highway.

Oh, where to start? Well, let’s start with those infamous “family values.” Does anybody really know what the fuck that actually means? Can anybody define it? I think the answer may sound a little like this: “Uh, uh, uh, well, you know what family values are. They’re values you want your family to have, you know, like what you want your kids to do and stuff. It has to do with family. It means like, going to church and waiting till you’re married and stuff?”

Nice waffle. Did you catch that too? As we say in old Oaktown, “Yeah. I ain’t buyin’ that shit either.”

Family values as defined by politicians, particularly the GOP:
1. NO GAY RIGHTS WHATSOEVER. Seriously, if you’re gay, you deserve to be beaten. Jesus would want this, and so should you.
2. Only heterosexual intercourse allowed within the bonds of holy matrimony. No exceptions.
3. No use of drugs, alcohol, marijuana or any other substances permitted. Excess use of prescription painkillers is perfectly okay as long as you have the money to doctor shop for the “right” kind of doctor.
4. Nuclear families only. There will be no divorces, no marital strife, no emo children, no deviants, no miscreants, no college drop-outs and no misconduct of any sort (unless, of course, your last name is Bush). Ugly children are not permissible under any circumstances. Family required to be as photogenic as possible.
5. No views outside of traditional Victorian values permitted. All opinions must be extremely mainstream, offend no one, make no real sense and have mass appeal. (Case in point, somebody define “smaller government” for me. It’s as bad as “family values.”)
6. Religion is MANDATORY. You MUST BE A CHRISTIAN. Any other religion or worldview will simply NOT be tolerated. Period.
7. Family should be white. Not always, but Caucasian is the preferred vehicle for child rearing. (No, they’re not racist, they’re just…white.)

Now that we all know the rules of the road, take a trip down memory and hypocrisy lane.

George 'I'm Not Gay, I Just Suck Cock From Time to Time' Rekers

A fine, recent addition to the collection of hypocrites from the right wing, this piece of shit worked day and night non-stop to push fraudulent research that declared gays and lesbians mentally incompetent to raise children. A tireless fighter against “the gay,” Rekers strove to maintain his Godly, upstanding lifestyle. Until this, of course.

They look like they want to carry your luggage, or your package, at the very least.

You don’t have to be gay to be seen along this road, but it sure does help. But, lest it be said I’m not being fair to heteros, here’s stop number two. This man belongs to the religious zealots behind the U.S. government known as the C Street Group. These men can do no wrong, because Jesus has ordained them as leaders. No matter what they do: perform gross ethics violations, use drugs, use Congress to impose their religious views on the American public against the Constitution or keep a stable full of mistresses at their disposal, they have the blessing of Jesus. Jesus likes them more than you or me, and they can fuck at will (provided it’s somebody of the opposite sex, of course).

There's something missing in this picture. Oh, yeah, it's the mistress from Argentina! How on earth could we forget?

Of course, if you feel you must go gay, it’s always best to load up on meth first. There’s nothing like a good “massage” when you’re tweaking. Didn’t this smiling bundle of hypocrisy say that fundamentalists have the best sex life? I bet the meth and recreational Viagra have something to do with it. This is our good friend and shepherd for the Lord, Ted Haggard. He has great family values, he just needed a little pick me up.

He heard the voice of Jesus the entire time. It was telling him try OC next time.

Sometimes you don’t want to go in for that old, haggy look. When you tap some subordinate ass, it should be young, juicy and tender. But not gay. No, definitely not gay. In fact, all legislation that would advance the rights of the gay community should be voted down at every turn. You can’t support that shit, even if you’re…well…gay. Right, Rep. Foley?

Needed: page to service a distinguished, older gentleman. Must be gay, but not interested in own civil rights.

I loves me some scandal. The least this asshole could have done was advance the cause of other gays. Closeted bigot pedophile.

Okay, let’s just put the rainbow flag away for now. After all, we can’t limit our sight-seeing tour to just gays. We might miss the lawbreakers. You don’t want to miss the scofflaws, do you? Well, neither did this guy:

Ace crime fighter Elliott Spitzer. Tip to Mr. Spitzer: pay for your ho's in cash.

Do as he says, not as he does, you damn, dirty criminal. Those laws are in place to protect you and give him endless recreational opportunities. Seriously, you put your money down for a BJ, and that’s pandering. If he does it, I’m sure it’s job research.

For a refreshing change of pace, let’s just look at the sleaze bags. Was the Contract With America supposed to include 84 ethics violations? If I bounce 22 checks anywhere, including the Post Office, I’d be in jail. Well, I’m sure that he was just forgetful. You know, when you’re busy managing Congress, screwing the taxpayers and fucking some broad behind your wife’s back, who has time to balance the check book?

His name is Newt. In a remarkable display of foresight, his mother named him Newt.

Oh, oh, oh, here’s a recent addition. Tip from your friend here at The Poison Forest. If you’re going to make a video promoting abstinence education, don’t have your mistress interviewing you during it. It looks a little…awkward.

Mark Souder supports abstinence. For you, not him.

Do as he says, NOT at he does. No sex outside of marriage for you. You could end up with crabs or something. Or possibly a damn embarrassing video about sex in which everybody is fully clothed.

I think we might just be at the end of the road here…wait…

And here we…oh, Christ. SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Just 'cuz I do weed and fuck stoners doesn't mean y'all hafta do it, y'all.

Seriously, who the fuck are you kidding?

I need to take a minute here to point out that this whole road trip doesn’t have to happen in the first place. I mean, for one thing, Americans can just come to grips with the fact that people are fucking. No, I’m not saying that in a nicer, more genteel manner. Deal with it. People are fucking. They aren’t abstinent, never were abstinent and don’t plan to be abstinent.

Now, breaking the law is another thing entirely. That’s not so much a family value thing as a “You broke the fucking law and need to answer for it just like the rest of us” thing. In the mean time, here’s something to ponder.

Ribbed, smooth, lubricated, extra large, flavored, colored and glow in the dark all for your pleasure. Dig in, everybody.

These don’t reinforce your “family values” or “good Christian traditions.” They will save your life. Think of them as life preservers for your cock. If the people on the Titanic had a shitload of them, they could’ve inflated them and used them as rafts. Everybody would have survived. Now that’s a value you can believe in.

And while I’m on the subject, if you must remain abstinent (and nobody does, really), try a few of these on for size. Hey, while I’m pissing people off, why not include a cornucopia of rainbow-colored cocks for everybody to enjoy? Cheers.

Taste the rainbow. Go ahead, nobody's looking.