ok, i'm mildly annoyed

you know, i love--absolutely fucking LOVE--the way partisans crow about polls when they're going their way--and then when they're not, passionately bloviate about how polls are all bullshit.

case in point: some link-clicker from bill in exile finds his way over here, takes exception to my previous post and, rather than legitimately challenge me here on my home ground, chooses instead to run back to daddy and diss me over there where i guess he figures he's preaching to the goddam choir and it's safe.

which triggers the following drunken ( because yeah, i just wove my way home) observations, in no particular order: (a) like i'm some big, bad wolf; (b) how fucking annoying is this chickenshit anyway; (c) like you're so important you should worry about wasting a precious comment where it might not be read by the totality of your adoring public--as if you have any; (d) trust me, lame-ass, you'll have to do a lot better than that to get the stroking from scott you apparently crave; and, finally (e) guttermorality is one word--if you're gonna cravenly take shots at me from elsewhere, at least get that right.

[and yeah, that's pretty much all i got--i'll try to do better tomorrow night, when i actually give a rat's ass]

[oh, and thanks again for the link, scott--otherwise, what the hell would i have had to write about today?]

way to go dems!

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once again snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, it would seem. if this ruinous primary season has taught you nothing else, i hope it's that you have to seriously look at a winner-take-all primary system like that of the republicans, and dispense with the apportioned-delegates/superdelegates nonsense that brought you to this sorry place--and quite possibly a continuation of the last eight disastrous years for this country.

this whole speech thing

for the first time in god knows how long i forced myself to sit down tonight and endure a contemporary politician's speech in its entirety.

i loathe political speeches, knowing as i do that, far from being the honest expressions of their deliverer's positions and intentions they purport to be, most of them are nothing more than carefully and cynically crafted infomercials--assembled, polished and focus-group-tested creations of canny ad-agency types designed to appeal to whatever specific demographic is being targeted that particular day.

but this one was important, so i watched, and--in spite of myself and all the fucking flags--i was impressed.

first and foremost, i was impressed by barack obama as an orator (of course, after seven years of watching the decider incoherently mangle his handlers' words almost anyone would sound good by comparison, but no--this guy is good by any standard).

secondly, i was impressed by the quality of his words; even though there were undoubtedly a lot of cooks involved in whipping up this broth, obama's authorship was undoubtedly the key ingredient--very rare these days--and his treatment of his subject was masterful.

finally, i believe that this is as honest a speech as we're ever gonna get from a politician--especially on a subject as sensitive as this one--and i even believe that obama himself believed what he was saying.

problem is, i'm not so sure that i do--here's what i got out of it:

• due to their history of injustice at the hands of the white man (and in spite of the fact that white america is today almost completely neutered by racial political-correctness) blacks get a pass when it comes to venting their indiscriminate and often-irrational spleen at whitey around the neighborhood and in church--even though such vitriol does nothing but legitimize and perpetuate black racism and victimhood unto each succeeding generation;

• the problems in the african-american culture would have less to do with the foregoing, of course, than with the fact that we just haven't dumped enough money on said problems yet (a thought that--especially in light of where such thinking has gotten us to this point--sends shivers up and down my lily-white property-owning and taxpaying spine);

• the inescapable impression that, despite his silver-tongued conviction, obama really doesn't think that anything jeremiah wright has ever said is really that far off the mark (i mean, me? i'd cut off my left nut before i'd let the likes of the good reverend within a country mile of my young, impressionable children, but obama took his to that church on a regular basis--so, loving his kids as he undoubtedly does, i can't help but think he must've been philosophically sympathetic to what they were exposed to week after week).

[and as further reinforcement of that last point, please click here and read a very interesting article by byron north of the national review (yeah, that conservative rag). seems that after the speech, he interviewed a number of the handpicked attendees--black professionals very much like barack and michele ("for the first time i'm proud of my country") obama--and they confirmed not only that the words and message of rev. wright were far from unusual in african-american churches, they openly and unabashedly agreed with them. and understand that, while such comments are far from a statistically-legitimate sampling, they're still food for thought for this white boy.]

so did moderate white america buy the message, or do they share my concern that, as mr. north put it, "Rev. Wright’s comments are not the subject of universal disapproval but are in fact positions with which many of Obama’s supporters agree"?

i guess we'll know soon enough.

so how was everybody else's weekend?

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[disclaimer: if you're just some straight civilian passing through, this is probably not the post you wanna start with]

yet one more darkened, alien-yet-familiar valley apartment at 3 a.m.

after ducking under and stumbling over a seemingly-endless obstacle course of god-knows-what all the way down a black-hole hallway, i'm finally dragged into a bedroom, with the boy--terrified his straight roommate's gonna wake up and catch us--shushing me the whole way.

i quickly strip us down, dominating him because i get that's what he wants, my hands rough all over him as i guide his downward. i pull him in, open his mouth with mine and tongue his face and neck for a long, leisurely while before i push him down on the bed and, as a preliminary to the fucking, snail-trail my way down his torso and sniff, nuzzle, gnaw and suck him through his tighty-whities until they're soaked (they smell and taste like tide and warm boy; he's precumming through the cotton), then drag 'em outta the way with my teeth and let it snap into my mouth like it does when they're that age.

within a minute, he moans--louder than he intends, i'm sure--pushes my head away and says weakly, "no, please, i don't wanna come yet"--and then promptly does. after that first spurt, the rest is mine. i take my time, work my finger in and milk him dry, then lick the rest off his abs while he holds my head and shudders.

then he's all ashamed and apologizing, and i take him in my arms and reassure him. it's ok, baby, don't worry, i loved it.

and i did.

but you came all this way for nothing, he says.

and i just smile, because how could he possibly understand that, after a steady diet of sketched-out onliners who can't seem to nut no matter what i do to 'em, his honest, spontaneous orgasm was a rare gift?

besides, i'd have most likely faked mine anyway.

yeah, $2

a week ago at this time, bear, stearns & co., one of the oldest, most established and reputable investment banking firms in the world, was trading at a little over $70/share amid assurances from its officers that things were pretty much fine. by friday the truth had emerged, they were begging the fed for help, and their share price had plummeted to $30.

and tonight? $2. that's right--one of the giants of wall street has fallen from seventy dollars to two fucking dollars a share in the space of a week.

fasten your seatbelts, folks--the party's finally starting.

update: so i wake up this morning expecting a bloodbath, but once again the fed has stepped in and contrived to keep what should have happened from happening, thus once again delaying the inevitable day of reckoning--and assuring that once it finally arrives, it's gonna be even worse.

manhunt is a wasteland, part 1 (of god only knows how many)

if somebody could enlighten me as to why i'm apparently expected to be turned on when some guy unlocks only to reveal his poor, sad, mistreated lil' weenus trussed up in some torture device, i'd be eternally grateful, because i never got that fuckin memo.

and understand, i wouldn't rant about this if this hadn't become so drearily common [or if i had anything more compelling to write about]. myself, if i was that desperate to simulate an erection i'd tape a tongue depressor to the underside of my dick and artfully shoot around it before i'd even dream of showing anybody i seriously hoped to entice into bed a picture of myself in some of the rigs i've seen lately.

(and yes, virginia, that does include cockrings--and for christ's sweet sake if you're gonna post a picture of yourself wearing one, at least make sure you snap it during that all-too-brief moment during which the damn thing's actually doing its intended job.)

that's all.