My Pumpkin boy

Nice faces

She remembers me.

Playing with your first peter?

Beloved, I beseech you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the lusts of the flesh, which wage war against your soul. 1 Peter 2:11

Damn, it almost makes a boy want to go to hell.

Pappa Mike Jerkoff

I'm on fire for you baby.

OK, You know the expression...there's no sense in beating around the bush. So, I won't either. Anybody who's had an attentive eye or ear seems to have figured out that there's something strange going on between Condi and George. It's a subliminal sexuality that is highly charged. George has already put Condi on notice through nuance and innuendo that he is the only man that can quench her desires. And Condi, through submission and feigned error of tongue has told George he's the only stallion that she could ride into the sweet land of fulfillment.

Condi: Yo baby, I'll be all over you like hot molasses!
George: I'll knock down a hundred men...to get to you, baby!

9/11..what else?

So here we are,another anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy. Enough time has passed and enough perspective can be gained by the unfolded events that since have proceeded that tragedy to understand the full implications of that day.

If we had used wisdom as a Shepard instead of the blind guide of foolishness, we surely would find ourselves in a much safer and secure position today. Our failure to not identify the the cause and the reasoning behind the attack insured that any lessons to be learned would be lost on the foolish. When Bush invoked the concept of evil as being the cause and the reasoning behind the 9/11 attacks, he effectively extinguished the light of truth and the majesty of reasoning within the American people. He so gracefully and with sweet words managed to dehumanize every being on the planet except those that scurried for protection beneath his mantle of decietful rhetoric. He offered a simple equation, a biblical injunction..."either you are for us,or you are against us". There is no middle ground and to sit on the fence, is to cast your lot with the enemy by default. The world is now divided between good and evil. Spiritual concepts that can never find anchor in the human mind, now have become the governance of a nation.That, my friend,is foolishness. Unadulterated and unabashed foolishness.

Altered state of consciousness

Thursday morning on my way back from Indians Rocks beach I stopped in to see Tony and fill him in with the details of my mornings inspection. Rick was painting a back room and nobody was around. Rick said to me,"Come mir, check this shit out". I followed him through the building passing through several doors until he arrived at his own apartment. He than reached into the bottom draw of a nightstand and pulled out a massive bag of herb. He handed it to me and said," Merry Christmas". He had given me the first fruits of a plant that he had grown and cared for like a child.I felt good, not because Rick had given me a bag that would have cost in excess of $100.00 and that the timing was perfect also, but more to the idea that my sincerity and consideration in relationships had been returned to me. Rick is the recipient of my aluminum scroungings, which is, at times, considerable.


So what's with New Oleans?...The way I see it, God must be mad at us. I love the way people can attach a moral significance to an act of nature. I wonder what god was trying to teach me and the world morally, when, in my youth I would walk to school early in the morning amid the most gentle and soft snowfall. Damn, that was life?

Well

Bush is a major asshole who needs to be IMPEACHED.The longer he stays in office the longer America will suffer.

a Ghoul?

I can't think of the word to describe exactly what my thoughts are concerning President Bush's heartless attempt to cash in on the suffering of the people of New Orleans. Bush and his team have diverted valuable resources in money and manpower to stage a photo-op in the midsts of all the suffering only to portray themselves as caring. After the pictures were taken and Bush departed the scene, the staging was torn down and nothing remained except the illusions created by the pictures. To my mind, Bush is feeding on the dead. What a callous bastard he is. Actually, the only word I can find to accurately describe him is: a ghoul.

The words of the prophets are written on the blogosphere.

Well, motherfuckers, the alligators are feasting on dead nigger and there isn't an Iraqi in sight.

http://stevegilliard.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-told-you-so.html