The idiocy caused by the LGBT movement against the parades in the Northeast have inspired me to write a poem.
Oh Guinness, Heinekin and Sam Adams beer
It seems you all like it up the rear.
It actually makes sense you like crap,
since that is what gets poured from the tap.
What is my beer of choice, you retort?
Well, it’s ice cold Bud Light, of course.
Anheiser Busch, all the way,
a true beer maker to rise above the fray.
I’m sure the parade goers will all rise their mugs and cheer
with family and friends, enjoying their choice beer.
Green is the color to celebrate today of all days,
not purple, rainbow or other nonsense reserved for gays.
Oh Guinness, Heinekin and Sam Adams beer,
What will you do next year,
if instead of the fags crying about their fate,
pedophile vets want to participate?
Posted: February 24, 2014 in Smut
I know I should be writing, but I’ve had something gnawing at me for awhile. Then it hit me what it is. I have had the idea to set up a disaster ready backpack in the unlikely event that zombies take over the world. Or more realistically our country falls apart and life as we know it comes to a screeching halt. How can I not be nervous with Obama in the white house? I fear that when it comes close to the next election, he is either going to attempt to get rid of the amendment limiting his damage to two terms, or he will create a catastrophe so he can declare Marshall law. If that happens, shit will hit the fan, and I want my family to be prepared for it. So what have I been doing? Buying supplies of course. I’ll list what I have so far. Maybe writing it all out will remind me what I’m missing:
Several back packs
crossbow pistol with 12 arrow bolts (for protection of course, since guns are harder to get and more expensive, not to mention bullets)
multi purpose tool with pliers, knife, saw, scissors, screwdriver, bottle opener, file and a few other things
Emergency survival food bars
peanut butter powder
water purification tablets
solar powered radio/flashlight
200 hour emergency flashlight/flasher
manual can opener
vacuum bags for clothes
2 XL emergency blankets
first aid kit
portable laundry reel
paracord bracelets with caribiners
firestarter kit with magnesium,matches,candle,kindling
pack of 12 hour light sticks
camping size pot & pan
pocket stove with fuel cubes
mini wrapped soaps
I still need to fill my 3 gallon jug of water and decide how best to store that in one of the backpacks. I figure when/if that shit hits the fan, we’ll fill up one of the back packs with all the canned/dry goods in our pantry. I’ll probably put our cash stash in there too, since money might be good for awhile. Guess I should take jewelry too. I’m sure my husband will have his own ideas of what to bring, but he will probably think on too big of a scale. I’m trying to think of what the family can carry on our backs, and his grill won’t fit. LOL
No, it’s not a laughing matter, and maybe the apocalypse will never happen. But I’m of the mindset that it’s better to be prepared than taken by surprise!
Posted: February 3, 2014 in Smut
I feel a rant coming on. I unfortunately visited my least favorite author’s blog again and saw another pathetic attempt at her trying to rationalize others being politically incorrect. A popular celebrity died the other day. I knew about it already, since it was unfortunately plastered all over Facebook over the weekend. I personally disliked this actor. I thought he was creepy, and every role I’d ever seen him in made me dislike him more and more. I’ve even avoided movies if I knew he was in them. Suffice to say I don’t really care that he has died, and apparently it was from a drug overdose. I guess we’re supposed to feel sorry for him because he suffered from this “disease”. Problem is that it’s not a disease. It’s something he and the rest of the addicts do to themselves. No one forced them to start doing drugs. They did it to themselves. Let me post the definition of a disease:
a disorder of structure or function in a human, animal, or plant, esp. one that produces specific signs or symptoms or that affects a specific location and is not simply a direct result of physical injury.
That last part of the definition clearly states that is can’t be a direct result of physical injury. If we stab ourselves with a knife or shoot ourselves in the head, no one can say we died from the disease called blood loss. So if someone shoots heroin into their veins and dies from it, that is not a disease. It could be considered suicide, but that’s about it. I don’t feel sorry for people with addictions, be it drugs, alcohol or cigarettes, because in all those cases, those people started doing it to themselves. They could have and should have stopped before it got to be too much to handle, but they didn’t. Maybe from weakness or stupidity, but they did it to themselves. So please stop calling addiction a disease, because it’s not.
Nowadays, just about everything is labeled a disease. Being overweight is not a disease, but some people are trying to say it is. Eating disorders aren’t a disease either. They are disorders. Everyone needs to stop confusing disorders with disease, and stop bitching at others who don’t show the amount of sympathy that you think they should. Be careful of your glass houses before you keep throwing stones everywhere. Eventually one of your own rocks will break that pedestal you’re standing on. Try not to cut yourself as you fall.
Posted: January 6, 2014 in Smut
I seriously thought I was done ranting about Jen, but I guess I’m not. Apparently, her blog went viral and was picked up by a national online newspaper, so she got many honest negative responses to her petty BS. Of course her nation of fucked up followers are quick to defend her, since they lurv her, but everyone else is oh so tired of her crap. Apparently, one such person posted something so nasty that she was half tempted to stop blogging. I personally am glad she decided not to give it up, since I do enjoy reading some of her stuff. She can be very funny at times, but she unleashed her venom on this person, basically calling him (I’m assuming a male by the name he used) every bad name in her arsenal and even threatened legal action.
She threatened to post my name on her blog after I dared insult one of her nation, and I guess she threatened to do the same with this guy. So if you dare go to her blog and post something she doesn’t like, she’ll let the world know who you are, encourage her fans to spam and basically harass you. I personally am more than a bit afraid of her freaky followers, since they are almost cult like in their worship of her. It’s actually a bit sickening, which is probably why I posted a bit more negatively than I usually do on her controversial post. But to see how low she sinks is a bit of a shocker. She is supposed to be a professional after all, but I’m beginning to think she is slipping into dementia.
Yes, I know I should stop visiting her blog, and I probably will once she finishes recapping the book I’ve been following for many months now. That shouldn’t take too much longer and then I will truly try to stop visiting. Though that might be hard, since her site is like a bloody car accident. You don’t really want to look, but morbid curiosity gets the better of you. Then you look and regret it, but you keep looking.
Jen, if you lurk here, I feel sorry for you. I truly do. It’s pathetic really that you think it’s perfectly OK to bitch about other people and their projects, but you can’t handle any retaliation. Hell, I didn’t even insult you when you unleashed your venom on me. I just expressed a few of my opinions that you didn’t agree with, and all hell broke loose. Damn, I feel sorry for your husband and kids. Not only do they have to deal with a wife/mother who sinks into depression over a broken finger nail, but you treat them like shit if they dare have their own opinion. It must be hell in your household. No wonder you live on your computer. UGH!!
Posted: December 27, 2013 in Smut
How about some nice poetry to clear the air? ;-)
Roses are red,
and so is blood.
there is a flood.
Violets are blue,
and so are eyes.
Tears of sorrow,
lead to good-byes.
Roses are red,
violets are blue.
All stories end,
and so will you!
Posted: December 25, 2013 in Erotica
Tags: bdsm, erotic, gay, menage, smashwords
Since writing is cathartic for me, and it really helped me release my anger over the popularity of 50 Shades of Grey by writing 15 Layers of d’Onion, I decided to write about how angry her betrayal made me. I published the free short story on Smashwords. If said author reads it and is offended, I really don’t care. You publicly posted for your readership that you would smear my name all over your blog, because I dared tell a bitch to get over herself. And just for the record, I didn’t say that all fat people should die so I didn’t have to look at them. I told one idiotic fat woman, who stated herself that it was her right to get heart disease and diabetes, as she insulted one of YOUR readers, that if SHE died, the rest of us wouldn’t have to look at her. Big difference, but since your head is so far up your own self righteous ass, you took that totally out of context and made me sound like I hated all fat people. That was obviously your interpretation, and I don’t really care. I respected you as a fellow author, and I thought we had a lot in common, so what you did totally floored me. So I wrote about you and how I see your life. I had to, in order to wrap my mind around what you support, who you defend, and what you write.
Now I can move on. If you feel the need to be a bigger bitch and tie this name to my other pen name, you will have to live with that. It will show the world what an utter bitch you are, since I’m not even posting your full name here, or even in the story I wrote. So I’m not smearing your name. So if you do it to me, I hope the backlash is worse for you, since I will just ride it out until no one cares (if anyone does in the first place, which I doubt).
If anyone else would like to read my BDSM/Menage short story, based on a messed up erotic author, here is the link: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/391570
Posted: December 22, 2013 in Smut
She sits upon a throne of her own creation
starving for the adoration of her screwed up Nation.
Spewing her venom for the world to consume,
as she whines constantly about her gloom and doom.
Does she need reinforcement for her opinion so badly
that she has so completely lost grip of her sanity?
Trashing Buffy and the gang for all the wrong reasons,
even though she has watched every last season.
At least 50 Shades of Grey deserved her punches,
but what’s next on her grim list? Well I have hunches.
Fellow authors who aren’t politically correct are targets,
if they dare insult her favorite fag fiction markets.
She claims to be married to a dude and is submissive,
but here’s guessing she prefers a taco to a sausage.