TWILIGHT MOMS OLDER WOMEN LOSING IT FOR YOUNGER MEN

I could go on and on about how women are always saying what pigs older men are for lusting after younger women;

instead, I'll just copy and paste this dead on accurate assessment of how supposedly morally superior women have

gone totally apeshit for the androgynous (more girly though) males in the second installment of this vampire romance.

At this point I would like Nelson from the Simpsons to come by and say "ha ha".



From a male point of view, the only redeeming feature of the Twilight books and movies is the ammunition they provide against female claims of innate moral superiority over men. Whenever a woman criticizes a man’s lust, aggression, shallowness or any other lesser angel of his personality, the quick-witted fellow can point to the millions of women addicted to the base, insipid, bad-boy-worshiping, misogynist syrup so many female viewers of all ages knelt to this past weekend, when The Twilight Saga: New Moon raked in $147 million at the box office, setting several records.



Watch this vid, it is literally ROFLMAO worthy. For the entire article go here

Top 20 Unfortunate Lessons Girls Learn From Twilight

VETERAN'S DAY

veteran's day

All I can remember them for is violence.

Most will argue that those brave men and women died for an ideal. Or to protect their country.
I see it as they died to further some elitist's profit making agenda.
People killing people led by people who enjoy killing. Whether they care to say it out loud or not. Deep down they enjoy pulling a trigger or pressing a button that annihilates other human beings.

The worst are the fighter pilots; the one's who drop death from above in the form of a missile. Like the pilots of the Enola Gay who rained Little Man and Fat Boy down on Hiroshima and Nagasaki Japan instantly killing hundreds of thousands of citizens. Men, women, children whose only crime was being born and living in those geographic locations.
WAR makes no sense at all. It is the ultimate "I'm right and you're wrong" solved by killing the opposing opinion. That settles that.

This is true of all people who accept authority as truth rather than TRUTH as the AUTHORITY

IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY BROTHER TODD C. HEASMAN

My brother Todd died today. I miss him very much.

He was the baby of we three. 



TODD CLYDE H. February 2, 1965 November 8, 2009 Proud Father of Noel, Christopher, Jessica & Destiny
RIP MY BROTHER.
I shall always love you and miss you Todd.

SGT. KIMBERLY MUNLEY, A TRUE HERO

One woman emerges as a true hero in yesterday's tragedy that left 13 dead and 31 wounded. Sgt. Kimberly Munley shot the killer even after she had been hit
by a bullet herself.


She should be given a parade in her honor just like the Yankees. She is far more hero than any guy who hit a home-run. In the face of utter insanity and chaos, she kept her wits about her and did what was necessary to stop it. She has my admiration and respect.


Far too much attention is being paid to Maj. Nidal Malik Hasan, the sick fuck who decided to open fire on men and women in Ft. Hood TX yesterday. He's laying in a ventilator now, clinging to life.


If and when he recovers, he should be shown pictures of those he killed and wounded by their family members then thrown into a giant slap chopper and reduced to diced matter to be fed to rats.

PARTY IN THE USA! YEAH!

MILEY CYRUS, the DISNEY ANIMATRON currently has a top of the charts hit song called PARTY IN THE USA here are some of the lyrics:

nodding my head like yeah
moving my hips like yeah
I know it's gonna be ok
Its a party in the USA
and a Britney song is on

I put my hands up they're playing my song
the butterflies fly away
I know it's gonna be ok
YEAH! It's a party in the USA.

Isn't that sweet? And so accurate. It captures the state of this nation so presicely.
WE THE PEOPLE put our hands up in surrender
then we all nod our heads in unison like yeah
cause we know it's gonna be ok
It IS one big party! It's one big FUCK YOU party you empty headed sheep.
It's a WE THE PEOPLE want healthcare but can't get it party.
It's a WE THE PEOPLE don't want our soldiers dying in Iraq and Afghanistan
but they're sending them anyway
Here's my lyrics

So put your hands up
They're taking your jobs
And they're sending them all awayyyy
Nodding your heads like yeah
Moving your hips like yeah
So put your hands up
You lost your house and your job
But don't let that spoil your day
Jamming your hips like yeah
Pumping your lips like yeah
So put your hands up
They'll do what they want
You don't even have a say
It's like you're not even there YEAH, YAY!

Am I sounding like Scrooge? Or in light of Sesame Street's 40 th Anniversary, perhaps I'm just Oscar the Grouch...

HELP! I'M BEING ATTACKED BY DEMONS!

Demons have besieged my body! They are ransacking my internal systems. My respiratory system, my throat is sore. The angels within are battling these demons and making slow steady progress. This battle is tiresome. The demons number in the millions, microscopic organisms but nonetheless destructive and tireless in their single minded desire to consume my flesh.
I lay in bed while this battle rages inside of me. I am but a spectator in my own vessel. Fought by t he warriors whose sole purpose is to protect me; to fight the good fight; never backing down. I feel utterly violated. These demons fly about our environment ever searching for a new host to invade. No man woman or child is safe from them.
Doctors have seen these demons in all their forms. They wait to experiment on the victims with a barrage of major pharmaceutical corporations latest potions. Are their remedies effective? Sometimes perhaps, but the side effects often begin an entirely new battle which may have dire consequences as well.
I refuse to see a doctor have weathered these battles before. I know that my own soldiers will emerge victorious. I have no health insurance anyway. I’m in the same boat as millions of fellow Americans.
The only aid I have given my internal angels is pain killers, oranges and food. I arm my troops with provisions so that they may forge ahead, tenaciously, like Spartans, driving these invasive demons out.
Is this all our vessels are? Passive hosts waiting to be used as a source of food for a malicious microorganism’s life?
I am in discomfort. My muscles are ravaged. My attention is distracted from any productive goal. I am utterly cynical, overcome with rage and anger at being so wantonly beset upon by these unithought demonic cells.
Thankfully my own internal defenses are actively driving these invaders out. But progress is slow and tedious. My very sanity is challenged in the meantime. My body is wracked with fits of coughing and sneezing as cannons are fired within. This is day five of this war.
I want revenge.