In an unusually honest and disgustingly accurate the House Republican Leader said
"Our Goal Is To Bring Down Approval Numbers For The Democrats."No real surprises there eh! The upper etalon of the once respectable Republican party absolutely no regard left for this wonderful country. They don’t even put on the pretense of acting in the best interest of the nation. Their ONLY interest is feeding their hatred, bigotry and greed.
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As part of my Fall Goals, I need to literally get my a$$ in gear. I workout, I walk the dog, etc. but I needed *something* else…So, after much internal debate, I bought the Sketchers Shape-Ups!
they are a bit orthopedic looking, no?
I got them thru zappos.com (free shipping and free returns – woot!) and they arrived on Tues. I wore them Tues. on my 2 Otis walks and def. felt it both while walking AND the next morning. I wore them on the treadmill on Thurs. and WOW what a workout! I kept my usual pace and incline but the addition of these shoes made me sweat like crazy…which must be good, right? I can feel something in my ‘glutes’ with each step (b/c of the way it forces your heel to strike the ground)…again, that *must* be good…
Check out the info on the Shape-ups here…
Kanye West is a ‘jackass’. And not because of his 2007 video for “Stronger” which used a genuine Japanese motorcycle gang in the video.
Here’s the 411 — President Obama ‘off-the-record’ called Kanye West a ‘jackass’ for his outburst at VMAs when Taylor Swift won. You can listen to the audio HERE.
Yes, Kanye did hand the microphone back to her, but like the 19 year old she is, she was overwhelmed and couldn’t speak. Thus cementing her status as a singing teenage naif. The ABC reporter, Terry Moran, who overheard the casual between-us-folks chatter — which is often a part of the technical set-up before an interview officially begins — tweeted yesterday that President Obama was “off the record” in an interview with CNBC which a few hundred thousand people @RT the Kanye ‘ass’ outing.
I have a new level of respect for Obama. Calling out Kanye was the right thing to do. Yet, the jackass quote was soon retracted! ABC issued an apology to both CNBC and the White House (and removed the Tweet, but not before folks screen-grab images of it). It’s difficult to know, but what if a Caucasian had stormed the stage and used such language to an African-American entertainer? Yeah, I’m on thin ice with an inference to the “R” word, but it does create a moment of pause. For those who think the entire event was scripted or ”staged” then you’ll appreciate this site.
The losers in all of this is the American public. Real stories can’t get traction. Health care is too complex and we’ve got ADHD. We’ve become a nation of public spectacles, gossip, and misinformation. Sure frivolity has a place, but what we revere in popular culture has almost nothing of value. Furthermore, who didn’t know the “K-man” had been acting like a jackass previously? It’s like his jackassed-ness was his career. Finally now he truly is a superstar! Stay classy Kanye!
You might think I’m over doing it here, but… People spend money dressing and living like rappers, going to the Palms in Vegas to splash in the pool while consuming overpriced liquor and flash hand signs. In a “me” society, who can expect anybody to behave properly, with humility. Twenty four hour news from one celebrity mishap to another not twenty four hours on explaining bills in Congress, or Supreme Court decisions. We indeed need a readjustment. But they need the ratings!
Kanye is, ratings. For anybody who’s got a trinket to sell. And we’re buying it!
All Rights Reserved © Northwest Harley BlogVi voglio proporre questo video:
E’ la rappresentazione di un testo del Rev. Jim Huber, Kissing Hank’s ass. E’ una simpatica rivisitazione della… ma lascio a voi capire di cosa parla. Di seguito propongo la traduzione in italiano (lo so che siete ignoranti: non per niente siete il mio pubblico!)
Stamattina hanno suonato alla porta. Sono andato ad aprire, e c’era una coppia dall’aspetto ben curato e vestita con eleganza. Il primo a parlare è stato lui:
“Ciao! Io sono Giovanni, e questa è Maria”.
Maria: “Ciao! Siamo venuti ad invitarti a venire con noi a baciare il culo a Renato”.
Io: “Come? Di che state parlando? Chi è Renato, e perché dovrei baciargli il culo?”
Giovanni: “Se baci il culo a Renato, lui ti darà un milione di Euro; se no, ti pesterà di santa ragione”.
Io: “Eh? Cos’è, una specie di candid camera?”
Giovanni: “Renato è un filantropo miliardario. È stato Renato a costruire questa città. Può fare tutto quello che vuole, e quello che vuole è darti un milione di Euro. Ma non può dartelo finché non gli baci il culo”.
Io: “Questa storia non ha senso. Perché mai…”
Maria: “Chi sei tu per fare questioni sul dono di Renato? Non vuoi un milione di Euro? Non vale un bacetto sul culo?”
Io: “Beh, in effetti, se è legale… ma…”
Giovanni: “E allora vieni con noi a baciare il culo a Renato!”
Io: “Glie lo baciate spesso il culo, a Renato?”
Maria: “Oh, sì, in continuazione…”
Io: “E ve l’ha dato il milione di Euro?”
Giovanni: “Beh, no. I soldi non li prendi finché non lasci la città”.
Io: “E allora perché non lasciate la città adesso, e via?”
Maria: “Non puoi andartene finché non te lo dice Renato, altrimenti non prendi i soldi, e lui ti pesta di santa ragione”.
Io: “Conoscete qualcuno che abbia baciato il culo a Renato, lasciato la città, e ricevuto il milione di Euro?”
Giovanni: “Mia madre ha baciato il culo a Renato per anni. Ha lasciato la città l’anno scorso, e sono sicuro che ha avuto i soldi”.
Io: “Non le hai più parlato da allora?”
Giovanni: “Certo che no! Renato non lo permette!”
Io: “E allora cos’è che ti fa pensare che lui ti darà davvero i soldi, dato che non hai mai parlato con qualcuno che li abbia effettivamente avuti?”
Maria: “Beh, ti dà un piccolo anticipo prima che tu te ne vada. Magari avrai un aumento di stipendio, magari vincerai una lotteria rionale, magari troverai semplicemente una banconota da venti Euro per terra”.
Io: “E cosa c’entra questa roba con Renato?”
Giovanni: “Renato ha degli `agganci’…”
Io: “Scusate, ma questo mi sembra solo una specie di scherzo elaborato.”
Giovanni: “Ma si parla di un milione di Euro! Non pensi che valga la pena correre il rischio? E ricorda: se non baci il culo a Renato, lui ti pesterà di santa ragione”.
Io: “Magari, se potessi vedere Renato, parlargli, farmi dare i dettagli direttamente da lui…”
Maria: “Nessuno vede Renato, nessuno parla con Renato”.
Io: “E allora come fate a baciargli il culo?”
Giovanni: “A volte mandiamo un bacio con le dita e pensiamo al suo culo. Altre volte, baciamo il culo a Carlo, e lui gli porta il bacio”.
Io: “Chi è Carlo?”
Maria: “Un nostro amico. È quello che ci ha insegnato tutto sul baciare il culo a Renato. E tutto quello che abbiamo dovuto fare è stato portarlo a cena qualche volta”.
Io: “E quando ha detto che c’è un Renato, che Renato voleva che gli baciaste il culo, e che Renato vi avrebbe ricompensati, voi, semplicemente, avete preso le sue parole per buone?”
Giovanni: “Oh, no! Carlo ha una lettera che Renato gli ha mandato anni fa, e dove viene spiegata tutta la faccenda. Eccotene una copia: giudica tu stesso”.
Giovanni mi ha dato la fotocopia di un biglietto, scritto a mano su un foglio di carta intestata “dalla scrivania di Carlo”. C’era una lista di undici punti:
dalla scrivania di: CarloIo: “Mah, a me sembra che questo sia stato scritto sulla carta intestata di Carlo”.
Maria: “Renato non aveva carta”.
Io: “Ho il sospetto che, se facessimo un controllo, scopriremmo che questa è la calligrafia di Carlo”.
Giovanni: “È ovvio! Glie l’ha dettata Renato!”
Io: “Pensavo che aveste detto che nessuno riesce a vedere Renato…”
Maria: “Adesso no, ma qualche anno fa in effetti parlava con un po’ di gente”.
Io: “Pensavo che aveste detto che era un filantropo. Che razza di filantropo è uno che pesta di santa ragione degli altri solo perché sono diversi?”
Maria: “È quello che vuole Renato, e Renato ha sempre ragione”.
Io: “Come fate a saperlo?”
Maria: “Il punto 7 dice: `Qualunque cosa dica, Renato ha sempre ragione’. A me, tanto basta”.
Io: “Magari il vostro amico Carlo si è semplicemente inventato tutta la faccenda”.
Giovanni: “Non esiste! Il punto 5 dice che `È stato Renato in persona a dettare questa lista’. Inoltre, il punto 2 dice `Fai uso di alcoolici con moderazione’, il punto 4 dice `Segui una dieta equilibrata’, ed il punto 8 dice `Lavati le mani dopo che sei andato in bagno’. Tutti sanno che queste sono cose vere e giuste, pertanto anche il resto deve essere vero.
Io: “Ma il punto 9 dice `Non bere’, che non va tanto d’accordo col punto 2; ed il punto 6 dice `La Luna è fatta di formaggio verde’, che è chiaramente sbagliato”.
Giovanni: “Non c’è contraddizione tra i punti 9 e 2: il 9 semplicemente spiega ed integra il 2. E per quanto riguarda il 6, tu non sei mai stato sulla Luna, quindi non puoi esserne sicuro”.
Io: “Gli scienziati hanno stabilito in maniera piuttosto precisa che la Luna è fatta di roccia…”
Maria: “Ma non sanno se la roccia è venuta dalla Terra o dallo spazio profondo, pertanto potrebbe benissimo essere anche formaggio verde”.
Io: “Non è che io sia proprio un esperto, ma mi pare che la teoria che la Luna venga dalla Terra sia stata abbandonata. Inoltre, non sapere da dove è venuta la roccia non la trasforma in formaggio”.
Giovanni: “A-ha! Hai appena ammesso che gli scienziati si sbagliano! Noi invece sappiamo che Renato ha sempre ragione!”
Io: “Ah sì?”
Maria: “Certo che sì! Lo dice il punto 5″.
Io: “Un attimo. Voi mi state dicendo che Renato ha sempre ragione perché lo dice la lista; che la lista è veritiera perché l’ha dettata Renato; e che l’ha dettata Renato perché lo dice la lista. Questa è logica circolare. È esattamente come dire: `Renato ha ragione perché dice di aver ragione’”.
Giovanni: “Hai afferrato in pieno! È così gratificante, vedere qualcuno che si avvicina al pensiero di Renato!”
Io: “Ma… aaaaaah, lasciamo perdere. Cos’è quella storia dei würstel?”
Maria arrossisce. Giovanni dice: “Würstel, in un panino, niente condimenti. Questo è il modo di mangiarli secondo Renato. Tutte le altre maniere sono sbagliate”.
Io: “E se non ho un panino?”
Giovanni: “Niente panino, niente würstel. Un würstel senza panino è sbagliato”.
Io: “Niente spezie? Niente senape?”
Maria sembra molto colpita. Giovanni urla: “Non c’è bisogno di usare un linguaggio simile! Ogni condimento è sbagliato!”
Io: “Quindi, una bella montagna di crauti con sopra dei würstel tagliati a pezzetti, sarebbe fuori discussione?”
Maria si caccia le dita nelle orecchie: “Non voglio ascoltare! La la la la la la la…”
Giovanni: “È disgustoso! Solo un maniaco pervertito mangerebbe quella roba…”
Io: “Ma è buona! Io la mangio sempre”.
Maria sviene. Giovanni la tira su: “Beh, se avessi saputo che eri uno di quelli, non avrei sprecato il mio tempo. Quando Renato ti pesterà di santa ragione, io sarò là a contarmi i miei soldi e a riderti in faccia. Bacerò il culo a Renato per te, crautarolo tagliawürstel senzapane!”
Detto ciò, Giovanni si è trascinato Maria fino alla macchina, ed è partito sgommando.
(la traduzione è di Luca Bergamasco, sono anch’io ignorante come voi!)
“Oh she needs a good spanking for sure. Can you tie her hands in front of her now?”
“I’ll let you do it,” He said, starting to remove the ropes from my arms. He patiently talked Her through the process until my hands were bound in front of me, each wrist wrapped several times and tied in the middle. “On your hands and knees.”
“That’s a good little slut,” She said and patted me on the head. I met eyes with Her and then She moved to stand behind me with Jason. “Doesn’t she have a great ass?”
“Oh yes, I agree with you there,” He replied. “But it looks so much better when it’s all red.”
“Let’s see what we can do about that,” She said, giving it a playful but painless smack.
“Do you want to use the flogger?”
“I’m not sure yet.”
“Well I’ll go get it just in case.” He went to get it and tickled me across the back with it before setting it between my teeth. Honestly I was a little scared, my girlfriend/Mistress and I had been together for over a year. There was no reason for me to distrust Her. She and I hadn’t played too much with pain but She had already shown a clear ability for putting the hurt on. Now in this intense situation, with an aroused audience, I knew that I was in for quite a wallop. My arms shook and I had trouble catching my breath holding the flogger tightly between my teeth. I was there only to please Them and that was exactly what I intended to do.
“One, two, three,” He counted and his hand smacked my ass. She followed suit on the other cheek. I started loosing all sensory perception besides the sting of their smacks but I could vaguely hear their amused conversation, comparing the pink hand prints on my back side. I moaned and whimpered, the sound muffled by the handle of the flogger in my mouth, which was growing heavier by the moment. My pussy pulsated, begging to be released and filled. Just as I felt my mind slipping away, Jason grabbed my hair almost as if he sensed it, and pulled hard. “Do you like that?” My neck was jerked back uncomfortably and my eyes couldn’t help but meet his. Even as the tears stood in them he could read the resounding answer, “YES.”
She walked around and tilted my chin up, smiling lovingly. I whimpered, begging with my eyes to have the heavy flogger removed from my teeth. She complied, handing it to Jason. “I think I’d like to use her mouth for something better.” He chuckled and took the flogger from her.
She proceeded to present me with her pussy. I could tell from the sweet aroma that she was already very wet. The way my hands were tied, and I was holding myself up, I really had very little control over where my head went. She grabbed me my my hair and pushed my face it into her as I heard Jason behind me snapping the flogger. I thought I might cry, I was so overwhelmed and overstimulated. But I could barely breathe the way Mistress pushed my face hard into her pussy and my tongue stud tickled her clit in just the right spot. I rode the wave when she came, writhing and thrashing as she does, so intense that Master dropped what he was doing just to watch. I escaped injury but was excited to catch a full breath when she released my head.
“Here, I have an idea,” he said. He pulled my hands behind my head. I glanced over to notice that he was already hard again and my pussy ached to feel him inside me. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” He asked. I nodded. “Say it out loud,” He said, grabbing my hair and forcing me to look in his eyes.
“Yes, Sir, I want you to fuck me, please.”
“Well I think it’s time for me to try your tight little ass, would you like that?”
I hesitated for a moment. I like anal sex but don’t particularly like having my ass torn to shreds. But I didn’t doubt Master’s patience and compassion so I whispered, “Yes, please.”
With my face again buried in Mistress’s pussy, I felt Him putting lube all over himself and me. His finger on my ass was amazingly intense. Patiently he pushed at it with his cock and I tried my best to breathe deeply. He pushed until he felt resistance then paused…yes he knew what he was doing. I felt myself relax and he pushed in bit by bit until he filled me up, groaning, “Oh it’s so tight.” I wiggled a bit to let him know I was ready. I have a sweet spot deep in there and his long cock had no trouble reaching it. With only a few slow thrusts I was thrown in to an out of control orgasm. My ass squeezed his cock deliciously with each contraction of ecstasy.
“Please fuck it hard!” I cried out before going back to work on Mistress’s clit with my tongue. To be pleasing both of them at the same time was an exquisite gift. And to my great satisfaction, they both came together, their pleasure washing over me like ocean waves. We fell into a pile on the floor but Mistress wasn’t done with me yet.
“So, Jason, you’ve showed me a thing or two now it’s my turn to show you something,” She said. I looked at her and smiled, not sure what she had in mind but it was sure to be fun. She rolled me over onto my back and reached for my pussy, still soaking wet. “Have you ever seen a woman squirt?” She asked.
“I have read about it but I’ve never experienced it first hand.”
I trembled as she set to work, gradually working her fingers inside of me until her whole fist was in there and I writhed uncontrollably. She had learned to anticipate it was going to come and said, “Here she goes, check this out.” The warm fluid poured out of me and they both made impressed exclamations. But she didn’t stop until she made me come again and I feared I would never stop. Finally she pulled her hand out of me and said, “Do that to a woman and you will truly own her.” I laughed weakly, completely spent from the experience.
When I could move again I kissed both their feet and thanked them for the unforgettable experience.
Let me make something perfectly clear here ladies…
SHITTING YOUR PANTS ISN’T COOL.
I mean, if you’re a guy, it’s kind of funny. “Dude, I was so wasted last night! I totally crapped my levi’s!”
“Sick dude!”
But, if you’re a girl… that shit is just unacceptable. Just COMPLETELY unacceptable, in every way.
“Girl, I fucking pooped my pants last night. I was so wasted”
“That is fucking gross. You’re a whore.”
For some reason, at my college, there was always girls shitting in their pants, every weekend. I swear to god. One of our friends shit her pants after drinking the whole night sophomore year. I was not there for the incident (thank god) but I was told by several sources that it was fucking disgusting, shit running down her leg, crying, smelt bad, etc.
Below is a video of such an incident. This is not my video, but I am very glad I found it. The shitshow takes place in New Haven, in a pizzeria on York st., hence the title “Yorkside poop.” I do not know this girl personally, but it’s safe to say an innocent night at Toad’s went HORRIBLY wrong. I DO however know the poor guy who sat in her feces. I’m pretty sure we had English together junior year. Poor mate.
GIRLS THAT SHIT = NOT COOL.
