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| March 13th |
by: Seabass |
I was hoping that
somebody out there could tell me why you kill churchmembers and then
pull the gun on yourself?
You are supposed to shoot jesus on the crucifix and then kill yourself.
Let the members live so they will be scarred forever and go into a
spiral of shame and depression. Fucking dumbass loony in Wisconsin,
can't never get it right. Been milking fucking cows for so long that he
must have been imagining things while pulling on that tit.. Some
distorted image of the future with each squirt that hit the pail.
Suicide is so distorted these days. If he would have stayed alive he
could have made a book deal. Sat in jail with an agent who could have
brought him cigarettes. Probably would have got a girlfriend and got
off of that religion kick altogether. Be a better person for it. I hate
to see waste, hopefully he tipped the hotel mexican who has to clean
the fucking place up after the cops decide to roll up the crime scene.
Fuck him and if it isn't religious wackos that are getting cliche it's
fucked up women who are telling everyone about abuse survival. My
husband called me a bitch and made me do the dishes. Welcome to
Marriage 101 you slut.!
My husband slept around and when I told him I was going to leave, he
locked me in the basement. You complain that you weren't getting enough
attention, then he shows you some attention by locking you in a dank
room and you complain. You wonder why he cheats? You can't stay
sastified! Big surprise.
I see people wearing pins supporting some bullshit thing after another.
I support breathing but no need to wear a badge for it. Just take it
for granted until for some unknown reason you can't, then you can wear
a pin on your shoulder about it. I support dying.. Has a nice ring to
it, finally a cause that you can really make a difference in.
We had some crazy black dude shoot up a courthouse, pistolwhip a
newspaper man, shoot some other asshole with a badge and turn himself
in later that day. I guess he just got hungry and decided to turn
himself back in after an eventful day. I heard he had women problems,
tough give up but they always turn you into a psychotic. I hope he gets
a good agent.
 Fuck the
whole damn bunch, wasted ambition. I wish I was in a bubble like John
Travolta in that shitty movie and make people jealous of my cool hair..
See no hairspray? He lived in a bubble, perfect hair, everybody feeling
sorry for him. He even had a girlfriend but, she couldn't complicate
his life due to he had to stay in the bubble. He was safe from her
demands, it was quiet in there.
I want to be John! I'm having a crisis! I can feel it, I feel all
bitter now. Fucking shame, fucking people. Fuck you. I want a bubble
with a notepad. And a television. I want a few demands. I want a good
hairpiece too. Maybe a space heater so it will be cozy inside, let the
rest of you pricks feel. Heartless shits
I work with a gimp too. And her fucking artificial leg is made for a
skinny person and looks disturbing under her fat ass.. She's nice
though in her offense, too bad the doctor is embarrassing her with a
welfare leg and makes her look stupid.
Get her a fucking leg that fits you prick! Probably somebodies elses
leg who died of old age. What the fuck! What kind of shit is that? Can
you cook beans on top of a space heater.? I may need a hotplate also in
my bubble.
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March 8th
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by: Seabass |
Hey
Seabass,
I'm so glad you are back up. You're the only dude I know who could give
me an answer to what happened. You're straight up dude.
Hey, it's been two years? What happened ?
Okay. I'm still going out with this same girl now, she stays over at my
place almost all the time now. So we are hanging out and she gets this
call from one of her girlfriends, all crying and shit. So I was made to
pick her up and take her home. I find her wandering in this parking lot
yknow. She is so drunk that she hardly recognizes me. So I throw her in
my car and drive her home. She is passed out and I had to drag her
inside.
She just goes into rants whenever I ask her questions, so I just quit
trying to talk to her. So I get her home and she just throws her shit
off nude and heads to her room and she falls. So I pick her up and she
is beligerant. She has a nice ass and I just heave her on the bed. And
she begins pawing at me man. I try and throw the covers on her and she
is grabbing my rod and shit. She can't even hold her eyes open Seabass,
she is so fucking cocked.
I wrestle her to the bed and she is sucking my ear and I hope she just
gets tired and falls asleep. She gets from under the cover and reaches
for her cigarettes, except she has none. She starts asking for a
cigarette and I don't smoke. I am right behind her looking at her ass
and cootch. I touch it and she starts rocking her ass towards my hand.
I rub around and get a feel and my thumb is pressing her asshole. Man,
I can never get the girlfriend to do anal. She keeps pressing against
my thumb and I can't hold back Seabass.
I look around her nightstand and she has this hand cream and I put it
all over my rod and place it in her ass and it's tight. She is grabbing
the covers and I can't stop man. I fuck her and I cum real fast in her
ass. And I'm sweating and shit and feeling real low man. I just sneak
out while she is sleeping and go home. I fall asleep on the couch and
get up early and shower and have breakfast.
She calls the girlfriend and I am scared. I know she's about to rat me
out and I don't know how to swing this. The girlfriend is cursing on
the phone and looking over at me and I stare around as if I wasn't
paying attention. She hangs up and my ass is in knots dude. She tells
me that her boyfriend Greg is a prick. I just stay calm and she says
that he fucked her drunk. I just say nothing and she says, right in her
ass. I just pour a cup of coffee and ignore her out of fear. She says
they have been fighting all morning on the phone and he denies it like
an asshole but she knows he did because her ass is sore.
I never can say a word and she calls all her other girlfriends and they
are three waying this all over town. Greg is a fucking rapist and he is
getting like, eat shit looks from everyone when we go to the club now.
It's fucked up. I really don't care for Greg but I feel bad for doing
it. I feel like telling my girlfriend but I don't have the guts man.
You think I should?, like that saying. The truth shall set you free.
Hell dude I should just be quiet, I don't know. Hey man, I'm so glad
you are back cocksucker you are the fucking king!!!!
LMAO J.D. Coolmotherfucker.
The truth will set
you free. So fucking free you will be masterbating for a long time.
Fuck Greg, he shouldn't have left his woman hanging out like that. It's
a wonder she didn't get fucked before you got there. Don't say shit!
Don't even twist it into some tale to try and get your girlfriend to do
anal. Don't go for seconds either. If you tell the truth you will lose
your girl. They will never be friends anymore, they may put up a front
but it never works out. No more socializing even if you are dumb,
admitted it and, by some chance she forgave you. She'll be ashamed,
just don't say shit! She'll bring that venom up in intense times,
unless she is a psycho whore to begin with... If she was you would have
fucked her in the ass long ago...
Just chalk it up as a memory and drive off in some abandoned place,
laugh it out of your system and move on. Don't let her asshole have you
locked in a closet with a bottle of bourbon and, some left over panties
from your girlfriend stuck up your nostrils, with you crying and
remembering the good ol days. Don't put yourself there good friend.
Seabass...
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March 5th
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by: Seabass |
I was thinking the other day that a study
needs to be conducted on suicide members. I don't call them victims due
to how can you be a victim if you kill yourself?, therefore you are a
member.
Anyway, the study is on their dietary habits and what you would find in
their depressing cupboards. I asked somebody depressed and they said
nothing, which means they are so numb that they can't remember what
they had eaten or cared. So I further conducted this study by going to
people I know who were very fucked up (membership pending on future
tragedy) and, looking through their cabinets.
The pattern so far is spaghettio's, pot pies or anything with the word
Banguet or Swanson on it, canned tamalie's, potted meat, viennia
sausages or bologna ( anything intestinal flavored with rat shit
stuffed in a skin), pork rinds, dinty moore stew, canned chili and,
oddly a can of turnips, spinach or, beets.
If anyone knows of a relative who recently passed. Please, let me know
if the same shit was in their kitchen so I can verify the link. I was
looking through my shit and, I noticed I had about half of the above
listed items available.
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March 3rd
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by: Seabass |
When I was a youth, some college kids got a
hold of this monkey (I guess abducted it from the university), shaved
it and painted it green. They let it loose in the middle of town early
in the morning and drove off, thinking it would be a good gag while
drinking beer or banging tender college chicks on a stinky ass sofa.
Anyway, since the hayseeds that dwelled there could only get small
glances before the thing ran off in fear, they began calling the
sheriff's office, saying that a martain was running around town. The
calls were many so the cops had no idea where to start and spent most
of the day looking until that afternoon, they had it treed in some
couples front yard.
Cops off duty and on were there, plus a mob was gathering due to the
rumor spread nearly four counties wide. The people who weren't present
were at the market buying all the bread and milk they could find.
Surely, he was the first of what was about to come. Guns were drawn
until somebody, who watched an episode of Wild Kingdom or been to the
zoo, had the sense to notice that it was,what it was. A frightened
monkey who nearly got a few rounds in the head from mob paranoia.
Stories abound and a lot of damn sandwiches with a glass of milk
followed. I remember standing between my mother and her friend(who I
first met, age nine) in the front seat staring about while they
discussed it. Two dumb ass women who were angry that it wasn't a
martain, due to men and their dreams were a bad disappointment.
My mother's friend had huge breasts and it captivated me the whole
trip. It was the first time I noticed somebody with something that
stuck out so damn far. Years later (age 16) her and mother had a tift
and, I remember Mom dragging her by the hair outside and kicking her
ass. The violance didn't faze me, it was a staple in the Seabass home.
I felt a sense of loss, I knew that it would be the last time that I
could view such an inspiration.
Life sucks...
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March 1st
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by: Seabass |
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The United States
has a long history of so-called "legal" public executions. The last one
was carried out in Owensboro, Kentucky, in 1936 when Rainey Bethea was
hanged after his conviction for the rape and murder of a 70-year-old
woman.
Hundreds
of reporters and photographers -- some from as far away as New York and
Chicago -- were sent to Owensboro to cover what was then the country's
first hanging conducted by a woman. At least 20,000 people descended on
the town to witness the execution. Bethea walked toward the gallows
shortly after sunrise and was pronounced dead at around 5:45 a.m. that
same day.
In
1936, reporters blasted what they called the 'carnival in Owensboro.'
Many scholars say Bethea's execution -- and the coverage it received --
led to a banning of public executions in America.
This was like
having cable back in the old days. Get the mule out of the damn barn,
let the crops wrestle with the weeds for the day. Get that mason jar
from the cupboard, ride into town and see some poor son of a bitch
die...
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| February 26th |
by: Seabass |
Some lady got the shit slapped out of
them at Walmart while I was in line. It was at the self checkout
section, which I kind of like to use now. Most people are impatient
like this twat who did the slapping.
She didn't want to wait for the scales on the computer to weigh the
items she was adding to the bag. So when she loaded her bag the machine
gave her a scolding and when that happens, an attendant has to show up
and scan her card.
So the lady got mad and, took out her miserable, inpatient, broad hips
and bad makeup aggression on the poor attendant. She slapped her and
grandstanded her way out, pushing the buggy in the mass of people while
swearing out the door.
The attendant was shocked then began to cry. People shaking their
heads, some laughing and then there were dudes like me. Standing numb
with an erection and, not quite sure why?
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| February 23th |
by: Seabass |
I guess the hicks down at Alabama, have
to wait a little longer for the local dildo mart to open. The bill has
been argued since it's creation in 1998. Finally the fools in the U.S.
Supreme Court rejected the challenge, allowing the fundamentalists to
once again control and restrain any gratification other than spiritual.
The dildo has been around longer than this country, widdled out of
wagon wheel spokes and stair rails. Living in a bible belt area I can
tell you. The nearest place to buy a fuck book is two counties away. I
can download it by the ton but have to drive to some horrible store and
get a jerkrag from a dude wearing a turban. Terrorism is alive here
and, it's from extortion at the fuckbook store.
I've been to plenty of dildo stores in other states. Lot of weirdo's
wearing sunglasses and thick mustaches around there but, I think's it's
safer to have them lurking there instead of the local Walmart.
Repressing pervert's is dangerous to me, and promotes abuse in my
opinion. You're all worked up to fuck some girl with a dildo and you
can't buy one, she used all the vegetables on the salad you ate at
dinner, you feel all bummed out so what's left? Kick her ass!
Imagine if they sold dildo's on the rack? You go to bars and it's full
of women who are just twats. If they could buy a dildo, maybe they
would stay at home and prevent some half crazed lunatic from raping
them out in the parking lot because she turned him down.. You might
could save a life that way.
You got all these churches chasing the same nickle. It's a damn shame.
I hope somebody runs in the middle of a church, this Sunday with a
dildo in each hand. Maybe put one in the collection plate to make a
statement. Somebody should print a flyer of a person with their brains
blowed out, with a question printed underneath them. "If they only had
a vibrator?" If they allow ludicrous laws to be in effect, they
shouldn't be disturbed by similar behaivor.
I guess the goods folks of Alabama will have to stick with widdling
that block of wood again.
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| February 22th |
by: Seabass |
 I've been
watching Carnivale on HBO since it started and have got myself
addicted. It is easily the most dreary looking show as far as the
picture it tries to display. No question the slowest plot in all of
television.
Probably be cancelled at the end of the season due to not enough sad
ass individuals like me watch it. It's eat up with freaks, whores
walking all about, children getting burned, a evil priest who sexually
devours his maids and leaves them catatonic, a guy who burns his
fucking face with acid. A carny worker who's a gimp, fucking a girl in
the ass from the cootch show and nobody watches.
They watch that damn houswives show with pent up forty year old wanna
be whores, who are afraid of getting old and ugly, so they put their
husbands through hell.. I wouldn't watch that shit on a bet.
A girl gets "whore" carved in her forehead and no one watches. It's
really a damn shame. Season one is on DVD, It won't disappoint. Try and
catch it on Sunday night at nine on HBO, so maybe they could approve a
third season and give me some joy in life. I'm so damn tired of being
miserable and tormented...
Shit, they had a fucking dude jump out from behind a curtain with one
arm(limb) and, try to choke the shit out of someone. And he got stabbed
for it.. Nobody watches..?
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| February 16th
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by: Seabass |
 Everybody
should drop by Court TV and look around occasionally. The Brian
Mitchell trial is taking place, in which the picture to the left is of
him singing a hymn during his competency hearing today.. He looks to be
on the fast track toward the State mental facility..
God doesn't have the credibility he used to, just speak his name and it
gets you incarcerated.
Mitchell was the guy who abducted that Smart child from blonde, white
puritan ville (Utah) for nine months and they found her with a rag on
her head, and brainwashed..
Drifters and past employees were dragged in for questioning, Mitchell
was a handyman employed by the Smart family at one time.. The one
question that bothers me is you can look at this Mitchell character and
come to the terms that he is fucking crazy.. Looking at a different
photo of another handyman
(who stole their jewerly and later died in jail) employed by Mr. Smart
it is obvious that the guy is a fucking cheap skate.. You hire a
credited person who runs a proper business besides some flunkie you
find sleeping in his car to do a job, then your daughter doesn't get
abducted and found with a dishrag pinned to her head..
So the daughter is back home safely..
Some could argue that living with this family borders the term
safe. I would use the term very loosely. Looking at this Mr. Smart's
face, I would suggest he go take a nice shit. He looks very constipated
and it wouldn't hurt him to maybe flip that Betty Croker wife of his
over and fuck her in the ass.. Lord knows she needs a caveman fuck in a
bad way..
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| February 14th |
by: Seabass |
I feel sad but, the last installment of the
life of Dr. Pickles is complete. A piece of imagination is now gone. A
sad day for the Institute...
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| February 13th |
by: Seabass |
I ran into an old
friend who was in the military with me. He was my second roommate and I
can't recall if I have ever talked about him. So I will begin the story
as such.
My
first roomate was a closet homo. I had no idea at the time, he was in
severe depression and was drinking very heavily. He tried to hang
himself at a party one night (his pseudo girlfriend dumped him)and when
I caught wind of it I decided to change rooms. I knew Jeff from hanging
out and at the time he was roomates with another dude who liked to
sleep excessively and huffed and puffed when we were drinking in the
wee hours. So fed up with it we went downstairs and made the barracks
manager assign us a new room.
Before
I go into another story let's just say Jeff, the second roomate was
about as close to a Jew as a normal European White American can get. He
hated to spend money and would wait around for people to leave the bar,
collect the half bottles and pitchers of beer and consume them while
proud men spent their money to get drunk.
He
would go home on leave, real boring family as I went with him once and,
regretted it ever since due to they were so uptight and, had literally
no knowledge as to what was going on in the world. Jeff had a younger
brother who was 18 and was acne scarred in a bad way. Jeff hated him
and would rarely speak to him. The poor kid was dying for anybody to
say something, so I did and he literally never shut up the whole time I
was there. To make a long story short he had a girlfriend with him and
she was quite cute.
Jeff
hated the idea that his brother had a girlfriend and on his next leave
he went with the family to a common vacation spot. Well, the pimply
brother really had no way with girls, she was just happy to have a
boyfriend and she stayed nervous the whole time. Well Jeff warmed up to
her, had a bunch of conversations with her behind his brother's back.
Waited for a family event to preoccupy his brother, then proceeded to
get this girl drunk and fuck her good.
He
broke the girls cherry. She dumped his brother and began a series of
hotel romps with Jeff. She would pay for the rooms, the food and such
as Jeff, the cheap bastard he was, lived it up. The family aware of his
actions condoned it so he quit going on leave and continued to fuck
this girl. She was finishing high school and decided to tell Jeff that
she wanted to be with him, he had orders to Norfolk and she was ready
to enroll in school there to be with him. She bought some concert
tickets for his birthday and rented the hotel.
So
Jeff told me his plans, he was going to dump her due to he didn't love
her, she was now becoming a pain in the ass. I told him that maybe he
should think it through. "Nope, it's over"!
Jeff
stayed the whole weekend. Fucked her until it was time for her to leave
and then dumped her. Just stomped all over this girl's heart. She tried
to use the concert tickets as a last ditch effort to change Jeff's mind
but, Jeff being a prick went to the concert since she was offering,
never said a word to her and came back that evening telling me that she
was all weepy and shit.
I
could have sworn I told this story. Anyway, I spoke with Jeff and this
in now eight years later. I guess he has been hunting me to catch up,
probably reliving his youth like all fuckers our age who are looking at
old age like it's a gun barrell. Well the conversation of her came up
and I told him what I said back then to him. He was nothing more than a
wanna-be Jew bastard.
He
admitted to trying to find her again and apologize, in hopes that she
may be still single. I asked him was it out of guilt for how he treated
her. He just replied that he hasn't been laid in a good while and,
swore if he had it to do over again, he would have agreed with her for
nothing else than to use her as a fucktoy. He hasn't been in a
relationship that has amounted to anything, he figured he blew it with
her and, then the story spiraled into this love he held for this twat
he lost his cherry to, long before and broke his heart.
There
is always some girl in a man's life, (a real man that is not a zombie)
that fucked his mind up so good that he may never find his place in the
world again. If a woman finds such a man, don't think he's weird for he
is ready to fall hard for the next piece of ass he gets, in a very evil
way. Hearing Jeff tell his story made me think of my past, he agreed
that if he could fuck that one again who broke his heart, he would in a
heartbeat, knowing that the bitch is just going to run him through the
mill again.
There
is a couple of women I would like to get back in with. Luckily for me I
doubt and, hope these bitches never cross my path. As for Jeff, I
sincerly told him that he needs to relieve his mind of both these
girls. The one that haunts his mind and the one that haunts his ego.
But just like the Jew we coined him, he is full of guilt and greed.
Maybe we all are token Jews, or token fools, definately assholes and
the worst part.
Heartbroken
and lost until death.
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| February 11th |
by: Seabass |
 I
haven't watched wrestling in years and, really don't care too. It's a
soap opera in it's own way and has just lost the flare that it had when
I enjoyed it as a kid.
The last thing that did intrigue me was this beefy bitch named Chyna
who basically was a testiment to how great plastic surgery is. They
took a chick with a Fred Flinstone chin and molded her into a playboy
model who sold over a million copies. Truly amazing.
The pictorial was typical Playboy garbage and I imagine the airbrushing
was applied, never got a decent look at her cooter so in all I was
disappointed. I figured they might be stitch marks there to indicate
that indeed she was toting a penis at one time or another.
Anyway, not to drift. I was arguing with some dude at work and he
claimed this sex tape was floating around of her banging this
ex-wrestler dude. I looked it up this morning and he was right. It is
easily better than that horseshit Pam Anderson and Paris Hilton were in.
This ol' gal is sporting a pierced clit that makes her twat look like a
wagon wheel rolled through it. It's fucking huge, really giving the
term roast beef sandwich a grand perspective. You can download it on
Kazaa or waste your time on some geeks E/N site.
And back to her roast beef sandwich, if you compare it to the menu down
at the Arby's.. Think Big Montana. You get a fuck movie and a freakshow
all in one. I highly put the Institute seal of approval on it.
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| February 10th |
by: Seabass |
I was watching this old guy and he had
a ponytail. I'm no fucking Burt Reynolds but, this jerkoff should
figure out what he wants to sell out to and just do it.. He's wearing a
button up shirt with the dockers, the cowboy boots and that biker
broach you see drawn up with the tackly turquoise on silver (some cheap
reservation trinket)..
The shirt had the top few buttons loose so his chest hair (that
resembled a 70's porn star's hairy bush) could show. He was smoking a
cigarette and it amazed me that he didn't drop an ash on himself and
set his whole ass ablaze.
Back to his wardrobe. Pushing 60 this fellow was, hanging on to that
hippy shit like it's a badge. All I can say is those fuckers, when you
look back on it, have turned society into the victim wanna be's that it
is full of now.. They practiced all that free love, made the
pharmacuetical companies rich for curing the drip/clap, got hooked on
cocaine in the eighties, became moralists after rehab and began
strangling the public with social control ideas.
That is why the motherfucker is wearing Dockers. So when he's smoking
his bong and reliving the good ol' days, he can have peace of mind when
he spills his wine on his scotchguard pants. You can only hope the
teflon they spray in those pants gives him cancer of the asshole, so
the kemo can make his fucking ponytail fall out. Self righteous
bastard! Makes me want to gag him with a sock and drive him in the back
of my trunk around town for a few hours.
Get a haircutt, you phoney. Sit on the porch and stop pretending. No
rebellion required when you are full of shit!!
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| February 10th |
by: Seabass |
A interesting movie if you enjoy
documentaries is the Errol Morris film,
the Fog of War. It's basically a interview with former secretary of
defense, John McNamara who served under the Kennedy and Johnson
administration.
Not to go into detail of the movie but it is amazing how close this
country came to war over the Cuban Missile conflict that it is indeed
scary. Listening to this interview and you compare it to this latest
Bush regime and the whole thing gives you the creeps. There was no way
this country was going to back down and, for good reason. Castro would
have gladly used nukes on our ass even if it meant that Cuba would have
become a smoldering cinder.
What we didn't know was if we would have invaded. They had the
capability to use some of what nuclear capabilities they had there, the
troops we estimated as their ground force (a mix of soviet and cuban
forces) was actually double in strength. Most of the Soviet troops were
hardliners, not to mention our chief of staffs were lunatics. They
would have gladly killed every Cuban there.
Thankfully Khrushchev had the ability to swallow his pride
(annihilation can do that) and back down. The guy is considered a
bastard to this country but, we should grant the guy a holiday because
he saved millions of lives.
The film itself is like a timeline for when this country fell into
fascism. Should be required viewing for Rumsfeld and Bush, of course
they would have a hard-on watching Japan burn to the ground.
It's showing occasionally on Encore. A good project that lets the
viewer come to his own conclusions, not so much an over emphasized
trash piece like out of the Michael Moore camp..
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| February 6th |
by: Seabass |
 I've
been watching Yu-Gi-Oh for many Saturday mornings. It's as piss poor a
japenese toon as I have seen but I can't quit watching it.. I have to
see what card he pulls out of his ass to win the duel..
The odd part is the girls on this toon have massive tits. Japanese guys
must sit around and draw curvy American girls and jack off to them
senseless. I don't blame them, it just makes you wonder about their
avoidance of their slanted eyes and short haircuts. The dudes all have
that spikey eighties hair, except the Japs have been drawing us that
way before 1980 began.
Oversized domes on disportional bodies. I don't know how much of those
fumes they breathed in after we dropped the bomb on them but they have
been our biggest ally by providing us with some of the best jack off
material ever since.
Demons coming out of the ground and tentacle raping female school
students. Vampires wearing sunglasses and toting handguns while raping
female school students. Robots that decapitate innocent civilians then
going to rape female school students.
If it isn't giant lizards stomping the shit out of Tokyo, then it's
good old fashion rape. Explosions, severed limbs and rape. The Japanese
must know how to party!
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February 6th
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by: Seabass
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Oddly this night I had an urge to write.
It's an off and on feeling due to once I thought writing as
therapuetic.. I don't feel that it is anymore as I am usually under
some
form of escape while I do it..
It's an addiction as is coming up with a shitty webpage. I vowed never
to use a webserver with my own money again. So much for vows and so
much for statements. I vow to never make another statement, accept the
fact that I can be nothing other than a hypocrite. Continue the
therapy, the escape, the brutality and the dishonesty.
The bullshit must continue as I can only see fit. So after watching
another pathetic movie, I shelled out some money and bought a domain
name. Signed up to the first webhost I ever used and have begun the
second installment of Seabass Tales.
Hopefully I can avoid threats from lawyers, future women who think I am
writing to them and vow to love me (tough give up) and fighting with
prior webhosts and calling them senseless names.. I'm curious as to see
what it is I will think of this time. I'm sure it will include the
proper perversion and sarcasm.
No one can hate or love me more than me. The Narcism alone should keep
me around this time for a long time.
Thanks, The Dean.. and remember, fuck you folks..
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Mr. Estrogen
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