Friday, June 24, 2011
Anti-Semite!
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Which brings us to possible examples of how the TV show DYD came to totally change America's cultural inclination regarding infant sexual mutilation. The key 'enabler' of course was total sexual disinhibition. That is to say that all matters sexual became appropriate, everywhere, everytime. Sex had become completely 'normalized.' Mothers and children could watch DYD in the afternoons and also in primetime. Anybody could watch DYD! Children learned about sex naturally as they aged. Child-parent communication regarding sex became as natural as washing dishes together. That show transformed America's sexual life!
I recently viewed those episodes which were blamed by American Jews for upsetting the American Jewish Apple Cart, so to say. And I agree that it was probably this episode which 'turned America 'round, circumcisionwise:'
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Moderator: Our next challenge is, orgasm. The winner will be the first stud to experience orgasm. Ready?
J: Pardon me, but I have no 'pussy' available.
I: (Begins jerking off.)
m: You need to invent.
J: Like him? (looking over at his opponent).
m: Yes.
J: But I have no lubricant!? I can't do it!
m: Tough.
I: 'Oh My God!!!'
m: He wins. You lose.
J: Anti-Semite!
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Which brings us to possible examples of how the TV show DYD came to totally change America's cultural inclination regarding infant sexual mutilation. The key 'enabler' of course was total sexual disinhibition. That is to say that all matters sexual became appropriate, everywhere, everytime. Sex had become completely 'normalized.' Mothers and children could watch DYD in the afternoons and also in primetime. Anybody could watch DYD! Children learned about sex naturally as they aged. Child-parent communication regarding sex became as natural as washing dishes together. That show transformed America's sexual life!
I recently viewed those episodes which were blamed by American Jews for upsetting the American Jewish Apple Cart, so to say. And I agree that it was probably this episode which 'turned America 'round, circumcisionwise:'
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Moderator: Our next challenge is, orgasm. The winner will be the first stud to experience orgasm. Ready?
J: Pardon me, but I have no 'pussy' available.
I: (Begins jerking off.)
m: You need to invent.
J: Like him? (looking over at his opponent).
m: Yes.
J: But I have no lubricant!? I can't do it!
m: Tough.
I: 'Oh My God!!!'
m: He wins. You lose.
J: Anti-Semite!
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Defend Your Dick!
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1726. Sip. Gotta watch at least some of The Evening News. I'm back with beer #9. This is good news! Indeed, I like to think that I may possibly have had some influence in that decision! But we'll never know.
Which brings us back to last week's theme of: The Greatest Scam in History. This scam dwarfs the recent 'Madoff Scam:' Madoff stole your money, but Abraham stole your lifetime sexual pleasure, a far more valuable commodity. 'Oh really?! What, exactly, did Abraham steal from us? A little skin?'
Uhuh. Abraham stole priceless sexual sensations from both you males and you females. 'Huh? Are you crazy?! Please explain!'
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Ok. Let's suppose that 'sexual stuff' has become as commonplace as (?), appearing almost daily on TV and other media. Let's suppose that Jews have lost control of media, and that progressive forces have ascended to relative dominance. The result of that is that those PFs have undertaken to 'educate' America in regard to sexual mutilation. A 'sex show' has made its way to national television. The name of that show is, Defend Your Dick!
DYD becomes wildly popular due to the cultural/sexual clashes involved. Over a year's time, most of America tunes in. The result of that amazing show is that most Americans renounce all forms of sexual mutilation. Abrahamic Sexual Mutilation disappears from America!
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Fantasy? Not at all.
1726. Sip. Gotta watch at least some of The Evening News. I'm back with beer #9. This is good news! Indeed, I like to think that I may possibly have had some influence in that decision! But we'll never know.
Which brings us back to last week's theme of: The Greatest Scam in History. This scam dwarfs the recent 'Madoff Scam:' Madoff stole your money, but Abraham stole your lifetime sexual pleasure, a far more valuable commodity. 'Oh really?! What, exactly, did Abraham steal from us? A little skin?'
Uhuh. Abraham stole priceless sexual sensations from both you males and you females. 'Huh? Are you crazy?! Please explain!'
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Ok. Let's suppose that 'sexual stuff' has become as commonplace as (?), appearing almost daily on TV and other media. Let's suppose that Jews have lost control of media, and that progressive forces have ascended to relative dominance. The result of that is that those PFs have undertaken to 'educate' America in regard to sexual mutilation. A 'sex show' has made its way to national television. The name of that show is, Defend Your Dick!
DYD becomes wildly popular due to the cultural/sexual clashes involved. Over a year's time, most of America tunes in. The result of that amazing show is that most Americans renounce all forms of sexual mutilation. Abrahamic Sexual Mutilation disappears from America!
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Fantasy? Not at all.
Tonight's Q&A
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Sipping on beer #6 at 1630. Now for some questions:
Q: are you able to detect any effects of this radiation on your 'thinking?'
A: None directly, but it pisses me off.
Q: So the 'effects' seem to be limited to less than an inch deep?
A: Yes.
Q: What causes the 'vibration?'
A: My conjecture is that electromagnetic radiation causes a response in the human electro-chemical nervous system.
Q: But not in the brain?
A: I have a thick Irish skull. Maybe that's it.
Q: Would you say that the 'radiation' affects the surface sensory complex more than the underlying motor complex?
A: No.
Q: That seems counter-intuitive.
A: I agree. But I should point out that 'itching scalp' and 'stinging' could possibly be cases in point. My experience has been that Sensory nerves become involved after motor nerves have produced muscle movements. Those nerves report those movements. The cases of itching and stinging could well be examples of surface sensory phenomenon.
Q: Explain SCRS.
A: Skin Crawling Radiation, Scrotum.
Q: What is going on there?
A: EMR causes massive surface motor activity on the scrotum. Sensory nerves report that massive activity. The scrotum feels as if it is 'writhing continuously.'
Q: Does the scrotum retract?
A: No.
Q: How long does the SCRS last?
A: Sometimes for hours. But I have not experienced SCRS recently. One last question.
Q: Should I be worried about my cell phone?
Sipping on beer #6 at 1630. Now for some questions:
Q: are you able to detect any effects of this radiation on your 'thinking?'
A: None directly, but it pisses me off.
Q: So the 'effects' seem to be limited to less than an inch deep?
A: Yes.
Q: What causes the 'vibration?'
A: My conjecture is that electromagnetic radiation causes a response in the human electro-chemical nervous system.
Q: But not in the brain?
A: I have a thick Irish skull. Maybe that's it.
Q: Would you say that the 'radiation' affects the surface sensory complex more than the underlying motor complex?
A: No.
Q: That seems counter-intuitive.
A: I agree. But I should point out that 'itching scalp' and 'stinging' could possibly be cases in point. My experience has been that Sensory nerves become involved after motor nerves have produced muscle movements. Those nerves report those movements. The cases of itching and stinging could well be examples of surface sensory phenomenon.
Q: Explain SCRS.
A: Skin Crawling Radiation, Scrotum.
Q: What is going on there?
A: EMR causes massive surface motor activity on the scrotum. Sensory nerves report that massive activity. The scrotum feels as if it is 'writhing continuously.'
Q: Does the scrotum retract?
A: No.
Q: How long does the SCRS last?
A: Sometimes for hours. But I have not experienced SCRS recently. One last question.
Q: Should I be worried about my cell phone?
Test Dummy Report continued: Night-time Attacks
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This is a good time to describe the nighttime attacks, since I'm thinking about it: The first symptom is a slow swelling in my left nasal mucosa, indicating a 'continuous wave' (not pulsed or modulated) attack. Why always the left side? My conjecture is that 'they' prefer to aim away from 'friendly forces.' More importantly, the bedroom window is only two or three feet away from my right arm, therefore they must attack me from my left side. They always begin with a CW (continuous wave) attack. The high 'average power' causes noticable heating in the spring and fall. They are literally 'slow-cooking' me. I face away, laying on my right side, but the swelling in the left mucosa continues for some time. I usually fall asleep in that position. They usually reduce power enough to allow about 5 hours of sleep. Then they wake me up with a very powerful pulsed attack. I almost always wake up vibrating furiously. That is, the surface components of my musculature from the sholders up are vibrating. It feels almost like the bed is vibrating. Soon after I show signs of being awake they slowly lengthen the pulse (tap) width. Over a period of about 10-15 minutes the attack changes from a pulsed attack to a CW attack and noticible heating begins. I often have to pull the covers down to my waist in order to keep cool, even though the room temperature is 60 degrees and the fans are blowing 50 degree air right at me. Often, while I am sitting on the edge of the bed putting on my shoes and socks my nose begins to drip due to CWR. My conjecture is that sitting or standing brings me closer to the radiation source above me, allowing more radiation to penetrate to the nasal mucosa, causing the defensive reaction of watery mucus production. My eyes also 'water' suggesting that the eyes also produce a defensive reaction.
You might think that the most effective attack would come from below: 'They' would be able to position their 'apparatus' very close to the ceiling, thus increasing the intensity of the radiation. But I have 'shielded' most of the bed by (beginning beer #5 at 1557) inserting metal cookie sheets between the box springs and the mattress. Although some of the radiation 'passes through' the metal cookie sheets, much of it is reflected back. This might be another reason for attacking me at an angle from the left side.
And just by the way, This sort of radiation (and maybe all radiation) obeys 'The inverse-square law' (twice the distance, four times weaker). You won't find this law anywhere in The Bible, of course.
This is a good time to describe the nighttime attacks, since I'm thinking about it: The first symptom is a slow swelling in my left nasal mucosa, indicating a 'continuous wave' (not pulsed or modulated) attack. Why always the left side? My conjecture is that 'they' prefer to aim away from 'friendly forces.' More importantly, the bedroom window is only two or three feet away from my right arm, therefore they must attack me from my left side. They always begin with a CW (continuous wave) attack. The high 'average power' causes noticable heating in the spring and fall. They are literally 'slow-cooking' me. I face away, laying on my right side, but the swelling in the left mucosa continues for some time. I usually fall asleep in that position. They usually reduce power enough to allow about 5 hours of sleep. Then they wake me up with a very powerful pulsed attack. I almost always wake up vibrating furiously. That is, the surface components of my musculature from the sholders up are vibrating. It feels almost like the bed is vibrating. Soon after I show signs of being awake they slowly lengthen the pulse (tap) width. Over a period of about 10-15 minutes the attack changes from a pulsed attack to a CW attack and noticible heating begins. I often have to pull the covers down to my waist in order to keep cool, even though the room temperature is 60 degrees and the fans are blowing 50 degree air right at me. Often, while I am sitting on the edge of the bed putting on my shoes and socks my nose begins to drip due to CWR. My conjecture is that sitting or standing brings me closer to the radiation source above me, allowing more radiation to penetrate to the nasal mucosa, causing the defensive reaction of watery mucus production. My eyes also 'water' suggesting that the eyes also produce a defensive reaction.
You might think that the most effective attack would come from below: 'They' would be able to position their 'apparatus' very close to the ceiling, thus increasing the intensity of the radiation. But I have 'shielded' most of the bed by (beginning beer #5 at 1557) inserting metal cookie sheets between the box springs and the mattress. Although some of the radiation 'passes through' the metal cookie sheets, much of it is reflected back. This might be another reason for attacking me at an angle from the left side.
And just by the way, This sort of radiation (and maybe all radiation) obeys 'The inverse-square law' (twice the distance, four times weaker). You won't find this law anywhere in The Bible, of course.
Test Dummy Report
(1)
First sips at 1355. Cheers. I like to reread the previous set of posts just at the point where the buzz begins. No buzz yet. The plan is to continue last week's themes. Possible slight buzz at 1404. Good enough...
Ok! It's always more fun when I'm buzzing. And did you notice that I should use the Spell-Checker? I would, but I sometimes like to invent words.
While my unconcious is working on what to write tonight, I'll begin with a Test Dummy Report: I was recently able to correlate my subjective feelings of 'vibrating' with my ZC-185. As I sat in my usual place on the couch I felt those familiar (but faint) vibrations in my upper body. I turned on the ZC-185 and layed it on the coffee table in front of me. Sure enough! What I saw on that instrument correlated perfectly with what I was feeling! Although I couldn't count the exact vibration frequency the blinking red light (tap) correspended closely to what I was feeling (6-12 pps). Furthermore, the green light was solid, not blinking (tap). The meter, calibrated 0-100, read about 20. My interpretation of all the available data suggested that I was being zapped from above by a pulsed microwave 'cannon' aimed at my upper body. So, assuming a pulse rate of 10pps, and a very low average power level (indicated by the solid green light) and a very high peak power level (indicated by the blinking red light), the approximate pulse width was 20 ms. I observed the phenomenon all week, but was not always able to detect vibration subjectively even though the 185 indicated a pulsed attack. Did I get that right? Time for beer #3. (This week I'm adding a ten minute timer to every 'last sip' before getting the next beer. The idea is to slow the inebriation process.)
Back with beer #3 at 1500. Sip. (The stalkers obviously changed the 'text background color while I was gone.)
First sips at 1355. Cheers. I like to reread the previous set of posts just at the point where the buzz begins. No buzz yet. The plan is to continue last week's themes. Possible slight buzz at 1404. Good enough...
Ok! It's always more fun when I'm buzzing. And did you notice that I should use the Spell-Checker? I would, but I sometimes like to invent words.
While my unconcious is working on what to write tonight, I'll begin with a Test Dummy Report: I was recently able to correlate my subjective feelings of 'vibrating' with my ZC-185. As I sat in my usual place on the couch I felt those familiar (but faint) vibrations in my upper body. I turned on the ZC-185 and layed it on the coffee table in front of me. Sure enough! What I saw on that instrument correlated perfectly with what I was feeling! Although I couldn't count the exact vibration frequency the blinking red light (tap) correspended closely to what I was feeling (6-12 pps). Furthermore, the green light was solid, not blinking (tap). The meter, calibrated 0-100, read about 20. My interpretation of all the available data suggested that I was being zapped from above by a pulsed microwave 'cannon' aimed at my upper body. So, assuming a pulse rate of 10pps, and a very low average power level (indicated by the solid green light) and a very high peak power level (indicated by the blinking red light), the approximate pulse width was 20 ms. I observed the phenomenon all week, but was not always able to detect vibration subjectively even though the 185 indicated a pulsed attack. Did I get that right? Time for beer #3. (This week I'm adding a ten minute timer to every 'last sip' before getting the next beer. The idea is to slow the inebriation process.)
Back with beer #3 at 1500. Sip. (The stalkers obviously changed the 'text background color while I was gone.)
Friday, June 17, 2011
So Disgusting.
(5)
I'm outa beer at 2119! Argh. I am now sipping on Whiskey Backup in the form of Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi. I will continue my 'Theory of My Life' next week. Sip.
Is there at least one link for tonight?! Standby...
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Russell Crowe apologizes.
How to Deal With a Sociopath.
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Hmm! I decided to call The Jewish God on the Brown Telephone. I dialed 666 and 'extended the antenna:' God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: I forgot why I called.
gd: I'm not very busy at the moment...
me: Sex. I'm sure it's related to sex.
gd: Better not be masturbation.
me: I can't recall... wait...
gd: Yez?
me: Orgasm. Yes. Orgasm!
gd: You are so disgusting. You need to contact Lucifer. (Hangs up).
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I'm outa beer at 2119! Argh. I am now sipping on Whiskey Backup in the form of Canadian Mist and Diet Pepsi. I will continue my 'Theory of My Life' next week. Sip.
Is there at least one link for tonight?! Standby...
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Russell Crowe apologizes.
How to Deal With a Sociopath.
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Hmm! I decided to call The Jewish God on the Brown Telephone. I dialed 666 and 'extended the antenna:' God answered immediately.
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gd: Hello?
me: I forgot why I called.
gd: I'm not very busy at the moment...
me: Sex. I'm sure it's related to sex.
gd: Better not be masturbation.
me: I can't recall... wait...
gd: Yez?
me: Orgasm. Yes. Orgasm!
gd: You are so disgusting. You need to contact Lucifer. (Hangs up).
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A Long-Term Jewish Study
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Buzzing beautifully at 1951, working on my 10th beer. Sip. And now begins my 'life theory' (boom). But first some background:
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The time was immediately after WW-II and The Holocaust. American Jews (and the rest of us) were horrified by the Nazi 'solution of the Jewish question.' But American Jews saw that horrific event as a gift from god! 'Anti-Semitism' became an existential sin. Furthermore, Hitler had used 'penile status' as a tool to identify Jews. Circumcision status therefore became an identifying Jewish trait. Universal (tap) circumcision was therefore in the Jewish tribal interest. Underlying that Jewish tribal interest was Jewish Penis Envy (a normal penis is far superior to a mutilated penis). Jews dominated American Medicine, therefore Circumcision became 'de rigor' in Jew-dominated America. Few noticed that in a Jew-dominated, betterbejewloving society.
Maybe God 'wasn't on vacation' after all! Yay god!
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I came to American Jewish (tap) attention soon after a Jewish physician was consulted regarding my and my brother's sudden bed-wetting behavior. To that Jew, my brother and I were perfect candidates for a 'long-term study' of the 'beneficial effects of circumcision.' He recommended circumcision for my younger brother, and recommended that I be left intact because of my advanced age. He then referred both of us to a secret Jewish (faint boom) study regarding the possible benefits of 'Jewification.' On that day our lives changed. My brother was sexually mutilated in the Jewish tradition and I was left 'intact.' Poor David!
Buzzing beautifully at 1951, working on my 10th beer. Sip. And now begins my 'life theory' (boom). But first some background:
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The time was immediately after WW-II and The Holocaust. American Jews (and the rest of us) were horrified by the Nazi 'solution of the Jewish question.' But American Jews saw that horrific event as a gift from god! 'Anti-Semitism' became an existential sin. Furthermore, Hitler had used 'penile status' as a tool to identify Jews. Circumcision status therefore became an identifying Jewish trait. Universal (tap) circumcision was therefore in the Jewish tribal interest. Underlying that Jewish tribal interest was Jewish Penis Envy (a normal penis is far superior to a mutilated penis). Jews dominated American Medicine, therefore Circumcision became 'de rigor' in Jew-dominated America. Few noticed that in a Jew-dominated, betterbejewloving society.
Maybe God 'wasn't on vacation' after all! Yay god!
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I came to American Jewish (tap) attention soon after a Jewish physician was consulted regarding my and my brother's sudden bed-wetting behavior. To that Jew, my brother and I were perfect candidates for a 'long-term study' of the 'beneficial effects of circumcision.' He recommended circumcision for my younger brother, and recommended that I be left intact because of my advanced age. He then referred both of us to a secret Jewish (faint boom) study regarding the possible benefits of 'Jewification.' On that day our lives changed. My brother was sexually mutilated in the Jewish tradition and I was left 'intact.' Poor David!
Enter The Jew
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Buzzing beautifully as I begin beer 8 at 1826. Sip. Yum!
That first night at The Orphanage when my brother and I both wet the bed was the beginning of our diversion from normal lives to abnormal lives. My brother and I were assigned to different dormitories immediately. My SS (supervising sister) was 'Sister Charlotte.' His SS was Sister Marcella. Charlotte was an ugly bitch; Marcella was a good-looking yum. Charlotte assigned me to the bunk at the foot of her bed. She seemed to like me, but I was 'creeped out' because I was not used to being 'liked' that much by a strange ugly woman. I wet the bed on that first night. She moved me to the most distant possible bed the very next night and became my eternal enemy (bonk). My brother was not so fortunate. His 'case' was referred to a Jewish physician (I presume) who recommended circumcision. They chopped off the juicy part of his dick. He stopped wetting the bed immediately. Apparent the 'cure' worked.
I continued to wet the bed. I would wake up in the middle of the night, wet. I would then masturbate to orgasm. Yum! I would then fall back asleep almost instantly. In the morning I would wake up before the other 'inmates' and take my sheet down to the laundry room and wash it and hang it out to dry. I would then walk to the nearby nunnery and assist Father Manning at morning mass. I was always the first to wake up, of course. Manning would dispense communion every morning and I would hold the OMG shield under the chin of every nun, just in case. I got the impression that the nuns absolutely loved me (boom) but I can't (boom) state a reason for that. Manning did not like me. He was 'Rector' of Bishop England High School (I would later discover,) and taught, 'Apologetics,' which I flunked twice. (No Prom for me!) My conjecture about that is that on those occasions when I 'confessed my sins' to Fr. Manning I always told the orgasmic truth, numberwise. He hated it, apparently.
Buzzing beautifully as I begin beer 8 at 1826. Sip. Yum!
That first night at The Orphanage when my brother and I both wet the bed was the beginning of our diversion from normal lives to abnormal lives. My brother and I were assigned to different dormitories immediately. My SS (supervising sister) was 'Sister Charlotte.' His SS was Sister Marcella. Charlotte was an ugly bitch; Marcella was a good-looking yum. Charlotte assigned me to the bunk at the foot of her bed. She seemed to like me, but I was 'creeped out' because I was not used to being 'liked' that much by a strange ugly woman. I wet the bed on that first night. She moved me to the most distant possible bed the very next night and became my eternal enemy (bonk). My brother was not so fortunate. His 'case' was referred to a Jewish physician (I presume) who recommended circumcision. They chopped off the juicy part of his dick. He stopped wetting the bed immediately. Apparent the 'cure' worked.
I continued to wet the bed. I would wake up in the middle of the night, wet. I would then masturbate to orgasm. Yum! I would then fall back asleep almost instantly. In the morning I would wake up before the other 'inmates' and take my sheet down to the laundry room and wash it and hang it out to dry. I would then walk to the nearby nunnery and assist Father Manning at morning mass. I was always the first to wake up, of course. Manning would dispense communion every morning and I would hold the OMG shield under the chin of every nun, just in case. I got the impression that the nuns absolutely loved me (boom) but I can't (boom) state a reason for that. Manning did not like me. He was 'Rector' of Bishop England High School (I would later discover,) and taught, 'Apologetics,' which I flunked twice. (No Prom for me!) My conjecture about that is that on those occasions when I 'confessed my sins' to Fr. Manning I always told the orgasmic truth, numberwise. He hated it, apparently.
From Vagina to Orphanage.
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Working on beer 4 at 1618. Sip.
I have great respect for the concept of 'theory:' Evolution theory, Germ Theory, Nuclear Theory... 'Theory' is a scientific concept. There is no 'Religion Theory.' Religions 'Know!' What is a 'theory?' (Listening to Bethoven Piano Concerto #1, 3rd movement. I love it, but when it ends, it stops and I have to restart it. You folks at You Tube need to add a 'continuous play' option.)
I like the Wikipedia description of the concept of 'theory.' Accordingly I have come up with, The Theory of My Life. The theory 'explains' much of the bizarre 'phenomenon' in my life. Nothing contradicts the theory, and the theory accomodates all of those bizarre phenomenon. Accordingly, I hereby proclaim my 'Theory of My Life:' I will begin with the basics, which are not at all unusual:
I was born. Male. 'Catholic,' otherwise normal. 1935. Father Irish Catholic. Mother German, other, Lutheran.
I 'grow up' normally except age 6-7 isolated on a farm w/one younger bro and one younger sis. I learn to 'self-entertain,' (tap). War. We moved to 'the city.' I learn to read and write. We move again to another city. We move again to another house. School after school. Confused. Back to grandma's house in Charleston about 1946. Father and mother split. Mother and grandmother take care of the (now) 4 of us (another girl). I have already had several 'spontaneous orgasms' while running. I don't understand, but like it. I discover masturbation. Aha. Same thing! A friend explains sex with female same thing, but she might get pregnant if you don't use a 'cunion.' Hmm! No daddy to explain my emerging sexuality. Mother/grandmother fight. Priest suggests Catholic orphanage. No daddy. Mother/grandmother unable to agree/take care of us. Palm us off except for youngest sister. Bro and I are so traumatized that we both wet the bed our first night in the orphanage.
Working on beer 4 at 1618. Sip.
I have great respect for the concept of 'theory:' Evolution theory, Germ Theory, Nuclear Theory... 'Theory' is a scientific concept. There is no 'Religion Theory.' Religions 'Know!' What is a 'theory?' (Listening to Bethoven Piano Concerto #1, 3rd movement. I love it, but when it ends, it stops and I have to restart it. You folks at You Tube need to add a 'continuous play' option.)
I like the Wikipedia description of the concept of 'theory.' Accordingly I have come up with, The Theory of My Life. The theory 'explains' much of the bizarre 'phenomenon' in my life. Nothing contradicts the theory, and the theory accomodates all of those bizarre phenomenon. Accordingly, I hereby proclaim my 'Theory of My Life:' I will begin with the basics, which are not at all unusual:
I was born. Male. 'Catholic,' otherwise normal. 1935. Father Irish Catholic. Mother German, other, Lutheran.
I 'grow up' normally except age 6-7 isolated on a farm w/one younger bro and one younger sis. I learn to 'self-entertain,' (tap). War. We moved to 'the city.' I learn to read and write. We move again to another city. We move again to another house. School after school. Confused. Back to grandma's house in Charleston about 1946. Father and mother split. Mother and grandmother take care of the (now) 4 of us (another girl). I have already had several 'spontaneous orgasms' while running. I don't understand, but like it. I discover masturbation. Aha. Same thing! A friend explains sex with female same thing, but she might get pregnant if you don't use a 'cunion.' Hmm! No daddy to explain my emerging sexuality. Mother/grandmother fight. Priest suggests Catholic orphanage. No daddy. Mother/grandmother unable to agree/take care of us. Palm us off except for youngest sister. Bro and I are so traumatized that we both wet the bed our first night in the orphanage.
Theory, Theory...
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TGIF. Could be worse...
This week I've had 8 days to recover instead of the usual 6. So, when wednesday arrived, and I felt too good to get drunk, I decided to wait 'til friday. No doubt, two more weeks would work wonders with my brain cells, but WTF. I like doing this. Sip.
I was also 'working on a theory.' (I've been re-reading 'last week' during the most recent .75 beers and am buzzing nicely, thank you. Unfortunately, however, I forgot most of the theory. Hmm.) Ok. Reconstructing...
Yes. Actually there are two theories: 1. The Greatest Scam in History. 2. The Unified Theory of My Life. I've already described the first theory at various times in this blog: Abraham, the first 'circumfetishist' mutilates his dick. He then mutilates his sons' dicks (did he have more than one son?). He claimed that the Jewish god WHTZSNM appeared to him one day and suggested that if The Jews would kindly mutilate the dick of every tribal male, that would solidify a 'covenant' between the aforsaid god and the Jews. You can find it here. Tribal mutilation proved to be a mixed blessing over the years, serving to both unite the Jewish tribe and alienate that tribe from other peoples. It's a long sad story. Once the Jews lost 'the promised land' and dispersed, their bizarre habit of male sexual mutilation...
And I could go on and on with theory 1, The Greatest Scam in History, but that would take weeks. See the next post for Theory 2.
TGIF. Could be worse...
This week I've had 8 days to recover instead of the usual 6. So, when wednesday arrived, and I felt too good to get drunk, I decided to wait 'til friday. No doubt, two more weeks would work wonders with my brain cells, but WTF. I like doing this. Sip.
I was also 'working on a theory.' (I've been re-reading 'last week' during the most recent .75 beers and am buzzing nicely, thank you. Unfortunately, however, I forgot most of the theory. Hmm.) Ok. Reconstructing...
Yes. Actually there are two theories: 1. The Greatest Scam in History. 2. The Unified Theory of My Life. I've already described the first theory at various times in this blog: Abraham, the first 'circumfetishist' mutilates his dick. He then mutilates his sons' dicks (did he have more than one son?). He claimed that the Jewish god WHTZSNM appeared to him one day and suggested that if The Jews would kindly mutilate the dick of every tribal male, that would solidify a 'covenant' between the aforsaid god and the Jews. You can find it here. Tribal mutilation proved to be a mixed blessing over the years, serving to both unite the Jewish tribe and alienate that tribe from other peoples. It's a long sad story. Once the Jews lost 'the promised land' and dispersed, their bizarre habit of male sexual mutilation...
And I could go on and on with theory 1, The Greatest Scam in History, but that would take weeks. See the next post for Theory 2.
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Hate is Ugly
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Which brings us to the question of, 'what love is,' and the further question of 'what hate is.'
Thesis. Antithesis. Synthesis. Process. Hegel!
The human-animal relationship is a love relationship. We love each other. Always did, always will. We actually eat each other while loving each other (tap).
Hate is another matter. Hate isolates. Hate is grotesque. Hate is ugly (faint boom). Hate is the ultimate ugly state of being. Nothing is more ugly than Hate.
Which brings us to the question of, 'what love is,' and the further question of 'what hate is.'
Thesis. Antithesis. Synthesis. Process. Hegel!
The human-animal relationship is a love relationship. We love each other. Always did, always will. We actually eat each other while loving each other (tap).
Hate is another matter. Hate isolates. Hate is grotesque. Hate is ugly (faint boom). Hate is the ultimate ugly state of being. Nothing is more ugly than Hate.
Follow... Follow...
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2132 local. Time to wrap this up as I sip on my last beer. Hmm. Think, 'leftbrainactivity.' Think, 'logic.' Forget 'rightbrainactivity.' Forget 'emotion.' Try to remember whateverthefuckitwas that you intended to write about... Hmm... Remember... Ah! Try to Remember! I love it!
Animalwise, it just dawned on me that there is an unspoken 'agreement' with some of our animal friends that we will eventually devour them. We humans understand that 'agreement;' the animals don't. The result is that when we begin 'harvest activities' those animals involved are shocked, shocked! 'Huh?! We thought you loved us!'
And we did. We loved them. Otherwise we would never have nurtured them. If we could communicate at a more animal level we would add, 'Yes we loved you. We especially loved the taste of you, the smell of you. Yum!'
2132 local. Time to wrap this up as I sip on my last beer. Hmm. Think, 'leftbrainactivity.' Think, 'logic.' Forget 'rightbrainactivity.' Forget 'emotion.' Try to remember whateverthefuckitwas that you intended to write about... Hmm... Remember... Ah! Try to Remember! I love it!
Animalwise, it just dawned on me that there is an unspoken 'agreement' with some of our animal friends that we will eventually devour them. We humans understand that 'agreement;' the animals don't. The result is that when we begin 'harvest activities' those animals involved are shocked, shocked! 'Huh?! We thought you loved us!'
And we did. We loved them. Otherwise we would never have nurtured them. If we could communicate at a more animal level we would add, 'Yes we loved you. We especially loved the taste of you, the smell of you. Yum!'
Glorious 'Jackoff' Crotch Shot
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Beer #11 at 2037. So poetic!
The problem is that I am not drunk enough to go banannas, but yet I am too sober to overcome internal 'censory' activity. Fun! Sip. The good news is that I'm hungry (nose dripping due to microwave radiation). Aha! Tonight's Pussy!
I love this view, which 'leaves something to the imagination.' 'Stark reality' is, on the other hand, often startling. Fun, but startling. I would love to have had a photograph like this in one of the magazines available to me during my early teen years. What a 'jack-off' visual theme!
Beer #11 at 2037. So poetic!
The problem is that I am not drunk enough to go banannas, but yet I am too sober to overcome internal 'censory' activity. Fun! Sip. The good news is that I'm hungry (nose dripping due to microwave radiation). Aha! Tonight's Pussy!
'Smith'
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Buzzing nicely at 1854. The rest of this evening is wide open (tap). Sip. I just reread last week's posts again and noticed that one of the links was missing (Panties 4 Free). Some of you might want to see exactly how modern technology can mimic a foreskin, so I have provided the link. In fact, now that I think about it, a Fleshlight might be the perfect gift for the embattled congressman Anthony Wiener! A more permanent solution would involve foreskin restoration, of course, but a quick technological solution would serve in the interim. Regarding Weiner's 'ego problem' I would recommend psychotherapy which is 'cognitive' in nature, to be associated with a Buddhist religious indoctrination. I would also recommend the book, 'The Fourth Way.'
Lastly, I would recommend a name change to something like, 'Smith.'
Buzzing nicely at 1854. The rest of this evening is wide open (tap). Sip. I just reread last week's posts again and noticed that one of the links was missing (Panties 4 Free). Some of you might want to see exactly how modern technology can mimic a foreskin, so I have provided the link. In fact, now that I think about it, a Fleshlight might be the perfect gift for the embattled congressman Anthony Wiener! A more permanent solution would involve foreskin restoration, of course, but a quick technological solution would serve in the interim. Regarding Weiner's 'ego problem' I would recommend psychotherapy which is 'cognitive' in nature, to be associated with a Buddhist religious indoctrination. I would also recommend the book, 'The Fourth Way.'
Lastly, I would recommend a name change to something like, 'Smith.'
Thank You Meredith!
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Yep. I have since revised and republished #1. Now what? Today!
I am a 'long term fan' of The Today Show ever since we bought our first video tape recorder back in the old days. One of the reasons for that was that I was 'a night person who slept late,' and The Today Show was an excellent way to 'catch up' on the mornings events. I watched it every day. Kootch worked. I watched. Gerash stomped. Kootch has since retired, Gerash has since become less violent accoustically (but more violent electromagnetically) and I have continued my 'retired life' in my usual way ('If it ain't fun, don't do it').
Back from the fridge with beer #7. Kootch has hit the sack. (CNN is reporting that Weiner's 'weiner photo' is now on the web. I haven't looked for it...)
I eventually bought a TiVo and began watching Today on TiVo. The two hour show morphed into a three hour show. TMI. I continued to watch, utilizing fast-forward (as I had with my tape recorder). It morphed into a four hour show! WTMI! I continued to watch, becoming very adept with the TiVo remote. And I still watch. I even came to love the last hour. Funny girls! Nowadays I can do a typical 4-hour Today Show in 1-2 hours. I will miss Meredith, of course, but we also TiVo Millionaire. In fact, Millionaire has served as the single most valuable daily connection Kootch and I share. We always eat and (or) drink together and watch Millionaire. That daily 'ritual' has brought us much closer to each other in spite of 'Gerash agents' and a huge cultural divide. Thank you Meredith!
Yep. I have since revised and republished #1. Now what? Today!
I am a 'long term fan' of The Today Show ever since we bought our first video tape recorder back in the old days. One of the reasons for that was that I was 'a night person who slept late,' and The Today Show was an excellent way to 'catch up' on the mornings events. I watched it every day. Kootch worked. I watched. Gerash stomped. Kootch has since retired, Gerash has since become less violent accoustically (but more violent electromagnetically) and I have continued my 'retired life' in my usual way ('If it ain't fun, don't do it').
Back from the fridge with beer #7. Kootch has hit the sack. (CNN is reporting that Weiner's 'weiner photo' is now on the web. I haven't looked for it...)
I eventually bought a TiVo and began watching Today on TiVo. The two hour show morphed into a three hour show. TMI. I continued to watch, utilizing fast-forward (as I had with my tape recorder). It morphed into a four hour show! WTMI! I continued to watch, becoming very adept with the TiVo remote. And I still watch. I even came to love the last hour. Funny girls! Nowadays I can do a typical 4-hour Today Show in 1-2 hours. I will miss Meredith, of course, but we also TiVo Millionaire. In fact, Millionaire has served as the single most valuable daily connection Kootch and I share. We always eat and (or) drink together and watch Millionaire. That daily 'ritual' has brought us much closer to each other in spite of 'Gerash agents' and a huge cultural divide. Thank you Meredith!
Our Evil Twin
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First sip at 1525. Cheers. I'm back early because the stars are all in the right places, the weather is cooler, and today was Meredith Vieira's last day on Today. A huge plus is that I actually got a good night's sleep last night. Will I therefore make more sense than usual? We'll see... Doing blog maintenance clearing out old links... being gassed... interacting with Kootch... returning from the fridge with beer #2. Sip. Found a couple of links left over from last week:
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Woman Chopped off Man's Penis... He tried to rape her. Good girl! And don't forget girls: you can also bite it off! (Aim for the sulcus...)
RSPCA says, 'Ban Live Export' Apparently Muslim 'religious ethics' don't include humane treatment rules.
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Ok. That cleans up the leftovers. Sip. End of beer #2. Back from fridge with beer #3, buzzing appropriately. This week's links:
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Speaking of 'religious ethics,' The battle is on to keep circumcision legal in San Francisco (heavy face rad - sneezing snorting, nose-blowing, tearing...)
And speaking of 'weiners...' I've been shamelessly interested in his recent antics. Provisional diagnosis: Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Moving from lower things to higher things, I found this recent discovery very interesting. We live in a Barred Spiral! (I love that pussy in the middle.) Here is the APOD view of our 'evil twin.' Beautiful.
Speaking of 'evil twins,' CERN Scientists Refine Antimatter (lost Blogger connection?) 'trap.' Now able to study 'anti-matter' for more than 15 minutes!
First sip at 1525. Cheers. I'm back early because the stars are all in the right places, the weather is cooler, and today was Meredith Vieira's last day on Today. A huge plus is that I actually got a good night's sleep last night. Will I therefore make more sense than usual? We'll see... Doing blog maintenance clearing out old links... being gassed... interacting with Kootch... returning from the fridge with beer #2. Sip. Found a couple of links left over from last week:
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Woman Chopped off Man's Penis... He tried to rape her. Good girl! And don't forget girls: you can also bite it off! (Aim for the sulcus...)
RSPCA says, 'Ban Live Export' Apparently Muslim 'religious ethics' don't include humane treatment rules.
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Ok. That cleans up the leftovers. Sip. End of beer #2. Back from fridge with beer #3, buzzing appropriately. This week's links:
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Speaking of 'religious ethics,' The battle is on to keep circumcision legal in San Francisco (heavy face rad - sneezing snorting, nose-blowing, tearing...)
And speaking of 'weiners...' I've been shamelessly interested in his recent antics. Provisional diagnosis: Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
Moving from lower things to higher things, I found this recent discovery very interesting. We live in a Barred Spiral! (I love that pussy in the middle.) Here is the APOD view of our 'evil twin.' Beautiful.
Speaking of 'evil twins,' CERN Scientists Refine Antimatter (lost Blogger connection?) 'trap.' Now able to study 'anti-matter' for more than 15 minutes!
Friday, June 03, 2011
Tonight's Pussy.
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Time to wrap this up. I like the idea of blogging about our ultimate personal 'destinations' but that can wait 'til I'm in a more competent mood. Here is 'Tonight's Pussy:'
Awesome!
And I almost forgot Tonight's Music! Mitsuko Uchida playing Mozart.
Beautiful.
Time to wrap this up. I like the idea of blogging about our ultimate personal 'destinations' but that can wait 'til I'm in a more competent mood. Here is 'Tonight's Pussy:'
And I almost forgot Tonight's Music! Mitsuko Uchida playing Mozart.
Beautiful.
The 'God Interview.'
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That fact is probably the real reason why God hates foreskins. I decided to test that hypothesis. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: Me again.
gd: Argh.
me: Do you routinely observe Human affairs?
gd: Of course. I am God! Get to the point. I'm very busy at the moment.
me: I'm wondering how deeply you delve into personal individual doings at night.
gd: Right to the bottom.
me: Can You discern any motion under the covers of, say, a 13 year old?
gd: Of course. I am God. What is your question?
me: Can You actually observe a typical 13 year old penis?
gd: Obviously. I am God.
me: Under the covers? At night?
gd: Yes. Will you please get to the point?
me: Can You detect masturbation?
gd: Of course.
me: Do You like watching?
gd: Watching what?
me: Masturbation.
gd: I hate watching masturbation.
me: Then, why watch? Why not 'space it out?'
gd: It's My job to watch. I am God.
(Kootch just walked past me on the way to the potty at 2205. I began waving to her about 5 seconds before she appeared on her way back to her room. She responded with waves of her own.)
me: Does 'Doctor Kevorkian' ring a bell with you?
gd: No.
me: Nighty-night.
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That fact is probably the real reason why God hates foreskins. I decided to test that hypothesis. I dialed 666 on the Brown Telephone and 'extended the antenna.' God answered immediately:
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gd: Hello?
me: Me again.
gd: Argh.
me: Do you routinely observe Human affairs?
gd: Of course. I am God! Get to the point. I'm very busy at the moment.
me: I'm wondering how deeply you delve into personal individual doings at night.
gd: Right to the bottom.
me: Can You discern any motion under the covers of, say, a 13 year old?
gd: Of course. I am God. What is your question?
me: Can You actually observe a typical 13 year old penis?
gd: Obviously. I am God.
me: Under the covers? At night?
gd: Yes. Will you please get to the point?
me: Can You detect masturbation?
gd: Of course.
me: Do You like watching?
gd: Watching what?
me: Masturbation.
gd: I hate watching masturbation.
me: Then, why watch? Why not 'space it out?'
gd: It's My job to watch. I am God.
(Kootch just walked past me on the way to the potty at 2205. I began waving to her about 5 seconds before she appeared on her way back to her room. She responded with waves of her own.)
me: Does 'Doctor Kevorkian' ring a bell with you?
gd: No.
me: Nighty-night.
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Fleshlight: The Modern Foreskin
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2007 and I am off to the fridge for beer #11. Time for my APOD link. Hmm. I need to review recent photos... Aha! here!
Pussy remains. So today I was sampling my reservior of 'pussy links' and stumbled on this site, 'Panties For Free.' About 15% down the link was the advertisement for a device called, 'Fleshlight.' The ad featured a sexy young woman masturbating an anonymous user with a device which fitted over the man's penis like a large sleeve. Turns out that Fleshlight (which resembles a flashlight) is a kind of 'portable pussy' which can be fitted over an erect penis, then rythmically oscillated manually to produce orgasm. Alright! I love it!
Whatever works!
But I need to point out here that 'Fleshlight' is merely a 'foreskin substitute.' Young men who have foreskins do not need 'Fleshlight.' The normal unmutilated penis is literally surrounded by a 'foreskin' which acts as a universal lubricant that allows the penis to be masturbated inside that foreskin without any other 'lubrication.'
2007 and I am off to the fridge for beer #11. Time for my APOD link. Hmm. I need to review recent photos... Aha! here!
Pussy remains. So today I was sampling my reservior of 'pussy links' and stumbled on this site, 'Panties For Free.' About 15% down the link was the advertisement for a device called, 'Fleshlight.' The ad featured a sexy young woman masturbating an anonymous user with a device which fitted over the man's penis like a large sleeve. Turns out that Fleshlight (which resembles a flashlight) is a kind of 'portable pussy' which can be fitted over an erect penis, then rythmically oscillated manually to produce orgasm. Alright! I love it!
Whatever works!
But I need to point out here that 'Fleshlight' is merely a 'foreskin substitute.' Young men who have foreskins do not need 'Fleshlight.' The normal unmutilated penis is literally surrounded by a 'foreskin' which acts as a universal lubricant that allows the penis to be masturbated inside that foreskin without any other 'lubrication.'
Life's Last Adventure
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Kootch has hit the sack.
That completes my small list of planned subjects for tonight other than links to APOD and PUSSY.
Doctor Kevorkian 'bit the biggie' today. We all get to do it eventually. I can hardly wait. The good doctor was against the idea of the modern American version of death, which prolongs the agony of the individual while simultaneously enriching the medical establishment. He thought that, once the inevitable was absolutely clear, and the patient was willing, ordinary doctors (tap) should be allowed to terminate life by administering lethal drugs. I had (and still have) mixed feelings about the subject. There is the possibility of abuse, for example, which should be a concern.
But dying should (stomp above) be life's last adventure! Really! And indeed, death should be accomplished not in some dreary hospital on some grotesque machine, but instead in a modern Hospice staffed by enlightened guides who understand that ultimate process, and who can help you enjoy. Your dying should be a celebration! You should die surrounded by family(tap), and by enlightened professionals who understand.
There should be a 'Dying Industry.' And there is.
Kootch has hit the sack.
That completes my small list of planned subjects for tonight other than links to APOD and PUSSY.
Doctor Kevorkian 'bit the biggie' today. We all get to do it eventually. I can hardly wait. The good doctor was against the idea of the modern American version of death, which prolongs the agony of the individual while simultaneously enriching the medical establishment. He thought that, once the inevitable was absolutely clear, and the patient was willing, ordinary doctors (tap) should be allowed to terminate life by administering lethal drugs. I had (and still have) mixed feelings about the subject. There is the possibility of abuse, for example, which should be a concern.
But dying should (stomp above) be life's last adventure! Really! And indeed, death should be accomplished not in some dreary hospital on some grotesque machine, but instead in a modern Hospice staffed by enlightened guides who understand that ultimate process, and who can help you enjoy. Your dying should be a celebration! You should die surrounded by family(tap), and by enlightened professionals who understand.
There should be a 'Dying Industry.' And there is.
Not to Worry.
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Yep.
Which brings us to the question of whether or not cell phones cause brain cancer. The WHO (World Health Organization) has classified all cell phone radiation as possibly carcinogenic. ((faint wall boom above) (tap) (stomp)
(Just re-read last week. Listening to Beethoven.))
As you may know, I am the world's most famous Radiation Test Dummy, and so my opinion in the matter should be of interest. Therefore I will give you my opinion. But first you need to know that cell phone radiation and microwave radiation are the same kinds of radiation. Only the frequencies are different. Also, cell phones emit (oops, I'm missing ABC NEWS) tiny amounts of radiation, whereas microwave ovens emit huge amounts of radiation, relatively speaking (think, 'tempest-teapot'). Moreover (is that a word?) microwave radiation is different from ionizing radiation. The nuclear meltdowns in Japan are producing ionizing radiation. Your microwave oven produces only microwave radiation, not ionizing radiation (like X-Rays). (Feeling much better now that booze is masking sleep deprivation!) Ionizing radiation definitely can produce cancer. The question is (oh, very funny), can microwave radiation also produce cancer?
Well, folks, if it can I am in deep doo-doo. But maybe not! I am old. That helps. I might die before the cancer can strike! Alright!
Except for sleep deprivation and cataract (tap) formation, and itching, and stinging, and skin-crawling, and pricking, and random muscle-twitching, and teeth-chattering, and other synchronous muscle contractions, and sneezing, and nasal swelling, and nasal dripping, and unusual heating, I can discern no ill effects.
Therefore, given the available evidence so far, my opinion is, 'Not to worry.'
Yep.
Which brings us to the question of whether or not cell phones cause brain cancer. The WHO (World Health Organization) has classified all cell phone radiation as possibly carcinogenic. ((faint wall boom above) (tap) (stomp)
(Just re-read last week. Listening to Beethoven.))
As you may know, I am the world's most famous Radiation Test Dummy, and so my opinion in the matter should be of interest. Therefore I will give you my opinion. But first you need to know that cell phone radiation and microwave radiation are the same kinds of radiation. Only the frequencies are different. Also, cell phones emit (oops, I'm missing ABC NEWS) tiny amounts of radiation, whereas microwave ovens emit huge amounts of radiation, relatively speaking (think, 'tempest-teapot'). Moreover (is that a word?) microwave radiation is different from ionizing radiation. The nuclear meltdowns in Japan are producing ionizing radiation. Your microwave oven produces only microwave radiation, not ionizing radiation (like X-Rays). (Feeling much better now that booze is masking sleep deprivation!) Ionizing radiation definitely can produce cancer. The question is (oh, very funny), can microwave radiation also produce cancer?
Well, folks, if it can I am in deep doo-doo. But maybe not! I am old. That helps. I might die before the cancer can strike! Alright!
Except for sleep deprivation and cataract (tap) formation, and itching, and stinging, and skin-crawling, and pricking, and random muscle-twitching, and teeth-chattering, and other synchronous muscle contractions, and sneezing, and nasal swelling, and nasal dripping, and unusual heating, I can discern no ill effects.
Therefore, given the available evidence so far, my opinion is, 'Not to worry.'
Jewish Ethics, Skewish Ethics
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(Guess I should always assume that every new post defaults to that smaller font.)
I'm a long-time Today Show watcher as you may know, and today's Today Show had a new 'segment' called, 'Today's Good News.' This one was about a young girl who developed Leukemia at an early age and needed a bone marrow transplant. No donor could be found. The distraught parents decided to try and make another little girl who could be a suitable donor. The father had to have a vasectomy reversed first, then they both 'got to work.' Nine months later (presumably) the result was delivered in the form of another little girl. DNA tests produced the good news that this new little yum-yum was a suitable donor! Alright! (Back from the fridge with beer #4. I just opened Kootch's door and emitted a huge burp. She laughed.) So the parents instructed the medical staff to do the transplant. It worked, and both sisters are now living with the same (more or less) bone marrow. I vaguely remember seeing something like that about ten years ago.
But what struck me today as I watched the show was the information that, at the time, the parents were widely regarded to be acting unethically. The ethical question apparently revolved around the matter of 'consent:' The newborn girl could not give her consent to have her bone marrow extracted. Some even argued that it was unethical even to have conceived her! Medical 'Ethicists?'
It seems to me that this is an example of the rapid evolution currently at work in our modern society: it is 'dawning on American Medicine' that 'infants cannot give consent.' Some few medical ethicists are even suggesting that male infants cannot give consent to be sexually mutilated!
Where will it all end!?
(Guess I should always assume that every new post defaults to that smaller font.)
I'm a long-time Today Show watcher as you may know, and today's Today Show had a new 'segment' called, 'Today's Good News.' This one was about a young girl who developed Leukemia at an early age and needed a bone marrow transplant. No donor could be found. The distraught parents decided to try and make another little girl who could be a suitable donor. The father had to have a vasectomy reversed first, then they both 'got to work.' Nine months later (presumably) the result was delivered in the form of another little girl. DNA tests produced the good news that this new little yum-yum was a suitable donor! Alright! (Back from the fridge with beer #4. I just opened Kootch's door and emitted a huge burp. She laughed.) So the parents instructed the medical staff to do the transplant. It worked, and both sisters are now living with the same (more or less) bone marrow. I vaguely remember seeing something like that about ten years ago.
But what struck me today as I watched the show was the information that, at the time, the parents were widely regarded to be acting unethically. The ethical question apparently revolved around the matter of 'consent:' The newborn girl could not give her consent to have her bone marrow extracted. Some even argued that it was unethical even to have conceived her! Medical 'Ethicists?'
It seems to me that this is an example of the rapid evolution currently at work in our modern society: it is 'dawning on American Medicine' that 'infants cannot give consent.' Some few medical ethicists are even suggesting that male infants cannot give consent to be sexually mutilated!
Where will it all end!?
Terrible Night
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Beginning beer #2 at 1530. Kootch and I just finished a 'Millionaire' during which I drank the first beer.
Whew. Terrible night last night. Bed at 2200. Heavy microwave radiation began at about 0300 and lasted until about 0615. I finally got to sleep again about 0645, then Kootch woke me up at 0700 so I could lock the door after her. I managed to get to sleep again in spite of the radiation. (Heavy 'face rad' as I write this now... sneezing... nose dripping... eyes watering... about 4 or 5 sneezes... nose blow clears away a huge bunch of mucus...) I woke up about an hour later, vibrating robustly at about 6 pps. Got out of bed about 1000. Final score: in bed time about 12 hours. Total sleep time 5-6 hours. It is common practice for them to stop the radiation about 0600-0615 in order for me to fall asleep again just before Kootch wakes me up. The purpose of that is, presumably, to cause irritation toward Kootch for waking me up (that doesn't work), and to force me to secure the locks on the front door in a very disoriented condition (that does work sometimes (tap)).
So how did your night go? Better, I hope?
Beginning beer #2 at 1530. Kootch and I just finished a 'Millionaire' during which I drank the first beer.
Whew. Terrible night last night. Bed at 2200. Heavy microwave radiation began at about 0300 and lasted until about 0615. I finally got to sleep again about 0645, then Kootch woke me up at 0700 so I could lock the door after her. I managed to get to sleep again in spite of the radiation. (Heavy 'face rad' as I write this now... sneezing... nose dripping... eyes watering... about 4 or 5 sneezes... nose blow clears away a huge bunch of mucus...) I woke up about an hour later, vibrating robustly at about 6 pps. Got out of bed about 1000. Final score: in bed time about 12 hours. Total sleep time 5-6 hours. It is common practice for them to stop the radiation about 0600-0615 in order for me to fall asleep again just before Kootch wakes me up. The purpose of that is, presumably, to cause irritation toward Kootch for waking me up (that doesn't work), and to force me to secure the locks on the front door in a very disoriented condition (that does work sometimes (tap)).
So how did your night go? Better, I hope?
