december 23, 2004: tv news, perceptions, lies, iraq

i frankly am appalled that our much-vaunted investigative tv news organizations have so easily succumbed to the bush white house and their DOD strictures on coverage of men and women returning from iraq.

we get huge non-news coverage of families reunited with healthy returning solders, clutching kids and hugging DOMA wives (don’t ask, don’t tell!). we get hours and weeks of heroic stories about the valiant rescue of jessica lynch, which later proved to be nothing more that hollywood b-movie fantasies. and we get lots of non-news of the supposedly on-the-scene embedded reporters having tea and cakes with a few carefully scripted troops commenting on the ‘action’ in this hideously illegal invasion.

but we get not a glimpse of the caskets and body bags, the maimed and broken soldiers being carried off of the c-141 transports. hey, death hurts, guys.

it was independent tv news coverage that brought about the public outrage at home over the atrocities and futility of the viet nam war.

it was investigation by independent and unfettered news reporters that brought down nixon/haldeman/erlichman/ mitchell (recall him? john mitchell? the lying bastard attorney general who gave birth to our attorney general, the reverend john ass-croft?)

but we blithely go on with months of headline stories about scott petereson, and about donald trump firing fictional employees, about the voting scandals surrounding the outcome of the clay aiken and ruben studdard balloting.

am i the only person in this big-ass nation who wonders what happened to those 1300 dead folks? were they bulldozed under the sands or iraq, ala saddam? were they transubstantiated, resurrected, spirited up into the christian heaven?

fuck no! they were blown to bits by jury-rigged , amateur bombs, hacked headless by islamic fundamentalists from who knows where, or shot by small arms fire (or else shot by their comrades-in-arms in the un-friendliest of ‘friendly-fire’ fuckups)

so where are they? how did they get back here? who counts the corpses or the parts of corpses? if you stretched all of them head to foot in a line, then that is about a mile and a half of dead young americans. but did we see even one get unloaded from the butt end of a transport plane, shit out the ass of an aluminum vulture like so much digested and necrotic road kill?

smile on, you talking heads of abc, cbs, nbc, fox, cnn and all the other ‘free and independent news organs’ that are the puppets of this shit-eating government. your sycophancy makes even al jazeera seem like a legitimate news source.

smile on, you suv-driving americans; if your gasoline is less than $2 a gallon, who cares how the fuck you get it, right? that is blood going into your tank, you self-absorbed bastard, think about that as you tank up next time.

and think about what the hell happened to those dead guys who are not defending our freedom, but are instead feeding gwb’s monstrous and evil ego. think about why you never see their amputated limbs, their widows and widowers, never see their coffins.

merry christmas to all, and to all a good night.

november 26, 2004: some minor site news

no, i have not stopped kvetching about gwb’s second kingdom, but i have been busy and have not had enough time to think of anything clever to say.

in the meanwhile, two notes about the site: i have added a g-rated cam for non-members; sorry, but it is only a waist-up view, but that is about all that makes me legally comfortable.

the other item is that i will have a live show, free to members and non-members on december 4^th starting about 10 pm. ‘cum one, cum all,’ as the old circus barkers use to shout. maybe cum twice, if you feel like it.

november 11, 2004: time's man of the next four years ?

november 08, 2004: waiting for the other shoe to drop…

ok, one week after the re-enthronement of gwb, and what has changed?

well, for one thing the US army and marines are getting ready to invade fallujah, iraq, for the second time, having been driven back a few months ago. (convenient timing, eh? what with that pesky election now out of the way and out of the hands of the voting public, why not do it now right? i mean, what the hell? bring ’em on!)

this attack on fallujah has been likened to the infamous battle for hue city, in early february of 1968. about 2,500 US troops entered the city and about a month later, left it in ruin, and what we got in exchange was about 225 dead kids and a lot of posthumous medals. and the south vietnamese army, who lost about 400, was a real fighting force, not like the current ‘new’ iraqi army, which is simple a farce of rumsfeld’s public relations. so now that the electoral suspense has been kicked in the ass, gwb can do what the fuck he wants to with iraq, and with a gutless or spiritually demented congress, he will largely get away with it. hue city was a cakewalk compared to what is coming in fallujah.

so besides our misadventure in fallujah, which no one here can do a damned thing about, what is the next shoe to fall following the re-crowning of his majesty george ii ? (US history is rife with such jingoistic inconsistencies: George III of England was the national enemy in the late 1700’s, and now, 200 years later, george ii of crawford is a national hero of sorts. odd. i’d think about moving to the UK, but with my luck, i’d just get off the plane at Gatwick in time for the coronation of king chuckie, almost as big a sycophantic suckup as the ‘faithful’ faithful who imposed another four year sentence under the rule of george ii.)

well, despite the fact that eleven states amended their state constitutions to define marriage as ‘one man and one woman’, the next shoe to fall will not be the national referendum on gay marriage: this was an absolute election year device to split americans along a new divisive line. eleven is far and away from thirty-four, so this proposed change will be dropped by gwb like a handful of hot mashed potatoes; it has done its damage in eleven states, but it will never be discussed again on a national level.

yes, the texas school board book selection committee has now decreed that all textbooks must now redefine the word ‘marriage’ to mean ‘a union of one man and one woman’ rather than being defined as ‘a union of two committed, adult individuals’, but this is nothing new really. texas buys so many schoolbooks each year that they can dictate what the publishers will print and what they will not print. texas high school texts currently state that the only safe and effective means of birth and sexually transmitted disease control is abstinence. of course the teachers’ handbooks do provide information on condoms (which date to the time of the pharaohs of ancient egypt) and pharmaceutical birth control means, so texas is factually educating the few of its teachers who are actually able to read (and who can get their jollies wanking under their desks, while their students are out fucking bareback during lunch hour). of course it is illegal for the teachers to share this info with the students.

the next big, leaden republican jackboot of a shoe to drop will be chief justice rhenquist’s resignation or death and subsequent replacement as chief justice and by the appointment of a replacement justice. gwb has already stated that his ultimate test for any new supremes will be abortion and roe v. wade. roe v. wade (another constitutional case arising out of texas state law) states in part (quoting Justice Blackmun for the majority: )

In view of all this, we do not agree that, by adopting one theory of life, Texas may override the rights of the pregnant woman that are at stake. We repeat, however, that the State does have an important and legitimate interest in preserving and protecting the health of the pregnant woman, whether she be a resident of the State or a nonresident who seeks medical consultation and treatment there, and that it has still another important and legitimate interest in protecting the potentiality of human life. These interests are separate and distinct. Each grows in substantiality as the woman approaches term and, at a point during pregnancy, each becomes "compelling."

rhenquist (then one of the more conservative voices on the court; currently with the addition of the 'assholes in the woodpile' like thomas and scalia, he is one of the more moderate voices) after quoting such questionably relevant sources as Moose Lodge v. Irvis, 407 U.S. 163 (1972); Sierra Club v. Morton, 405 U.S. 727 (1972), in his dissenting opinion, said in part:

Nothing in the Court's opinion indicates that Texas might not constitutionally apply its proscription of abortion as written to a woman in that stage of pregnancy. Nonetheless, the Court uses her complaint against the Texas statute as a fulcrum for deciding that States may impose virtually no restrictions on medical abortions performed during the first trimester of pregnancy. In deciding such a hypothetical lawsuit, the Court departs from the longstanding admonition that it should never "formulate a rule of constitutional law broader than is required by the precise facts to which it is to be applied." Liverpool, New York & Philadelphia S. S. Co. v. Commissioners of Emigration, 113 U.S. 33, 39 (1885). See also Ashwander v. TVA, 297 U.S. 288, 345 (1936) (Brandeis, J., concurring).

there is, under a law enacted under and signed by gwb, a conflict in the definition of ‘life’ as it exists in the US code. roe defines it as essentially any time after the first trimester; the bushie bill, the “UNBORN VICTIMS OF VIOLENCE ACT OF 2004”, PUBLIC LAW 108–212—APR. 1, 2004, derived from and passed as H.R.1997, which defnes life thus: ‘As used in this section, the term `unborn child' means a child in utero, and the term `child in utero' or `child, who is in utero' means a member of the species homo sapiens, at any stage of development, who is carried in the womb.”

so, while gays in more states than ever may be worried about the erosion of their rights, we are not in quite the imminent danger of risk to life and limb as are all women who might find themselves caught up in a long, constitutional legal battle when seeking full, competent, legal, and confidential medical advice in the coming years.

with the already extant conflicts in the definition of life under the US code, it will be an easy jump to toss aside the protections of roe v. wade. sixty-seven votes in the senate? it is not unthinkable in this case, really: the new senate is split 55:44 with 1 independent. and with another 34 seats running for reelection in 2006, a lot of the formerly pro-choice democrats will cower in fear of their jobs, and will turn to the right, the religious right, specifically. after all, most of the senators are males, who can just zip up and go home after a viagra-driven 3 minutes; it is every female in the US who must worry about the future of the roe decision.

yes, gays need to get motivated and get serious about US politics. i still find it hard to believe that any thinking gay actually voted for bushie again, but i know that a few did (i'm fucking one of them, but we are trying to separately resolve the political and the sexual sides of our natures).

we all face threats from gwb in his second term, more than any of us yet can fully understand. but at the risk of saying ‘i told you so,’ i did tell you so, and have been singing the same tune for three years now. so if you want to henceforth call this the ‘Fuck the Shrub’ column, or the “Worship the Burning bush’ column, feel free to do so, or feel free to tell me to get stuffed. but i will not relent until gwb is dead or gone. and i will continue to say ‘i fucking told you so’ when added insults and horrors occur, because i warned everyone who reads me what was in store if bushie won again.

all in all, it just another brick in the wall.

november 05, 2004: hallelujah?

november 04, 2004: another view

John LeCarré, being an author by trade, says it far more elquently than I ever could; please note the date on his piece: Octobber 13th, 2004.

Letter to America:

The Guardian, UK. Wednesday, October 13, 2004

John Le Carré

Maybe there's one good reason—just one—for re-electing George W. Bush, and that's to force him to live with the consequences of his appalling actions, and answer for his own lies, rather than wish the job on a Democrat who will then get blamed for his predecessor's follies.

Probably no American president in all history has been so universally hated abroad as George W Bush: for his bullying unilateralism, his dismissal of international treaties, his reckless indifference to the aspirations of other nations and cultures, his contempt for institutions of world government, and above all for misusing the cause of anti-terrorism in order to unleash an illegal war—and now anarchy—upon a country that like too many others around the world was suffering under a hideous dictatorship, but had no hand in 9/11, no weapons of mass destruction, and no record of terrorism except as an ally of the US in a dirty war against Iran.

Is your president a great war leader because he allowed himself to be manipulated by a handful of deluded ideologues? Is Tony Blair a great war leader because he committed Britain's troops, foreign policy and domestic security to the same hare-brained adventure?

You are voting in November. We will vote next year. Yet the outcome in both countries will in large part depend on the same question: how long can the lies last now that the truth has finally been told?

The Iraq war was planned long before 9/11. Osama provided the excuse. Iraq paid the price. American kids paid the price. British kids paid the price. Our politicians lied to us.

While Bush was waging his father's war at your expense, he was also ruining your country. He made your rich richer and your poor and unemployed more numerous. He robbed your war veterans of their due and reduced your children's access to education. And he deprived more Americans than ever before of healthcare. Now he's busy cooking the books, burying deficits and calling in contingency funds to fight a war that his advisers promised him he could light and put out like a candle.

Meanwhile, your Patriot Act has swept aside constitutional and civil liberties which took brave Americans 200 years to secure, and were once the envy of a world that now looks on in horror, not just at Guantanamo and Abu Ghraib, but at what you are doing to yourselves.

But please don't feel isolated from the Europe you twice saved. Give us back the America we loved, and your friends will be waiting for you. And here in Britain, for as long as we have Tony Blair singing the same lies as George Bush, your nightmares will be ours.

and so it goes...

november 03, 2004: white smoke, so kiss his ring

i rarely get drunk at 11:00 in the morning, but if I ever felt justified—even righteous—in getting shit-faced at this hour, this is surely the day for it.

the US is now the dumb, redneck, pentecostal equivalent of Rome (only lacking Berlusconi’s wit, style, humor, and general irreverence.).

pope gwb is eternally beholden to the fundamentalist christian legions of cardinal falwell, monsignor robertson, st phelps, right reverend swaggert, even minor acolytes reed and bauer, who will stand in line to get their smaller rings (and bigger asses) kissed by gwb.

and bushie must oblige (as in the old aphorism ’suckess oblige’) for he owes his renewed four-year lease on 1600 and the virtual reins around the nation’s throat to their minions.

watch out for the supremes now, baby, ’cuz rhenquist is effectively dead at the controls; every significant decision of late has been a 5:4 split, and with an 8-antiquarian panel empowered, the court will be impotent until we get a ninth butt in the chair. and, as i warned before, it will be hard to get an unbiased butt seated with gwb and his faithful casting swine at the pearly-whites of the senate.

yeah, kerry came off as a boring yankee liberal; edwards, for all his energy and smarts, came off as ‘just another shyster lawyer’. but they were the best hope we had of squashing the cicada-faced gwb and storm-trooper-in-chef, the ex-reverend ashcroft.

so, i’ll just go open another beer, and sit back and wait until al’quaeda hits us again (for we have just collectively confirmed the nation’s support for the most hated enemy, hated even more than that other zealot ariel sharon), of every crackpot islamic fundamentalist in the universe.

kiss his ring, kiss his ass, or kiss your own ass goodbye, it’s up to you. again.

november 2, 2004: vote for somebody, just vote!

although i can’t imagine any self-respecting gay man or woman voting for gwb, get out and vote, regardless of whether you make the backwards and simple-minded choice of re-electing the current liar and buffoon-in-chief.

it’s 18º f. this morning in Denver, but i do hope like hell that thoughtful Coloradoans will get out and, at the risk of freezing their tuchus off, vote down the backsliding thinking of gwb.

and i hope that voters gay and straight and otherwise in arkansas, georgia, kentucky, louisiana, mississippi, michigan, missouri, montana, north dakota, ohio, oregon, oklahoma, and utah all get pissed off and defeat the state ‘marriage amendments’ on the ballot. i do not hold a lot of spirit in reserve for some of these places, but we need to give it a shot anyway, since in most cases it will take a supermajority to get this shit into effect. frankly the marriage issue, as i have written before, does not mean a whit to a lot of gays, including myself, but these state constitutional amendments are chinks in the armor of our rights, and we need to defeat this intrusion of essentiality a church rite into our private lives, or we can look forward to more lawrence v. texas cases, may of them defeats, in the future.

so get your ass out of the sack and go vote.

november 1, 2004: halloween—part II

Nothing quite burns me as mush as simple hypocrisy, especially religious hypocrisy. Well, this town has reached a new high (or low) in hypocritical behavior. Sure you can buy a drink in a restaurant now (until the mid-1970’s, you could carry in a quart of liquor, but you not buy a single mixed drink. The waiter could bring you the ‘set-up’: glasses, ice, garnish, mixer, and a swizzle stick, but the wait staff could not touch your liquor bottle; you had to do that yourself. Businessmen, in those pre-laptop days would carry little briefcases to lunch with their gin, vermouth, and a cocktail shaker inside. Absurd but it was done.)

This year, because the real Halloween fell on a Sunday, some of the local self-righteous folk, wanting a bit of have your cake and eat it too, not wanting their kiddies to celebrate a pagan ritual like Halloween on an Sunday, instead of giving it up for their ‘strong religious beliefs’, they just moved the day back. Easy huh? Hold a religious observance on a Sunday, so just pretend that the calendar does not exist and celebrate the pagan on Saturday. Simple compromise.

Look, if you want to celebrate Halloween, which I think is a rather stupid holiday anyway, then do it. If you want to celebrate all saints eve, go to church and do it. Don’t fuck with the calendar to suit your personal prejudices. It’s absolutely papal!

What a colossal bunch of twaddle that whole business is. Religion. Absurdity. Enough said.

october 26, 2004: blues and (free) mondays

after two months, i’m going to end my ‘free mondays’ promotion. yesterday was the deciding event.

i had a lot of viewers; the camera logs showed that 91 separate viewers tuned in yesterday, and it has been about the same number over the past weeks. i had 3, count ’em 3, people who bothered to chat, to say, ‘hi’ during the 18 hours. three: a nice, very hot guy from spain, a guy from massachusetts who was here for a long time and was fun, and one guy that i have chatted with before.

well, viewers can do what they want to, i guess, but then, so can i. it is not always easy to hang by the computer, naked and hard, for hours and hours on end. and without some sort of communication from the viewers to keep it interesting, it is very, very dull for me.

so it was fun for a little while, but it is over.

october 21, 2004: halloween

i find it odd that halloween and the US general elections are nestled so close to each other on the calendar.

halloween brings us a night that celebrates the ugly, unruly, and unspeakable things that children simultaneously fear and revel in. scads of juveniles that should be inside (or else knifing some guy in an alley) are out roving neighborhoods, pounding on doors, pestering everyone, or worse, spilling trash, throwing rotten eggs, and generally doing things that would probably be illegal at any other time of the year.

all in the hope—the demand, actually—of being rewarded with a load of candy and assorted favors that will be all but forgotten the next day.

and the day after, when we are all still sick to our stomachs from the overindulgences of the previous night, there are always news reports of poisoned candy, razor blades in apples, kids run over in the streets, and the predictable horrors that were considered and expected before the orgy of goodies that drew out the kiddies in the first place.

there is no good choice: you either stay in with your lights off and get egged, or you participate and assist in the creation of anther wave of nausea that perpetuates itself the next season.

it’s a lot like the US election process, don’t you think?

september 29, 2004: crawford texas comes to its senses

the hometown newspaper of gwb has endorsed john kerry for president. makes you think, doeesn't it:

Kerry Will Restore American Dignity
2004 Iconoclast Presidential Endorsement

Few Americans would have voted for George W. Bush four years ago if he had promised that, as President, he would:

• Empty the Social Security trust fund by $507 billion to help offset fiscal irresponsibility and at the same time slash Social Security benefits.
• Cut Medicare by 17 percent and reduce veterans’ benefits and military pay.
• Eliminate overtime pay for millions of Americans and raise oil prices by 50 percent.
• Give tax cuts to businesses that sent American jobs overseas, and, in fact, by policy encourage their departure.
• Give away billions of tax dollars in government contracts without competitive bids.
• Involve this country in a deadly and highly questionable war, and
• Take a budget surplus and turn it into the worst deficit in the history of the United States, creating a debt in just four years that will take generations to repay.

These were elements of a hidden agenda that surfaced only after he took office.

The publishers of The Iconoclast endorsed Bush four years ago, based on the things he promised, not on this smoke-screened agenda. Today, we are endorsing his opponent, John Kerry, based not only on the things that Bush has delivered, but also on the vision of a return to normality that Kerry says our country needs.

Four items trouble us the most about the Bush administration: his initiatives to disable the Social Security system, the deteriorating state of the American economy, a dangerous shift away from the basic freedoms established by our founding fathers, and his continuous mistakes regarding terrorism and Iraq. President Bush has announced plans to change the Social Security system as we know it by privatizing it, which when considering all the tangents related to such a change, would put the entire economy in a dramatic tailspin.

The Social Security Trust Fund actually lends money to the rest of the government in exchange for government bonds, which is how the system must work by law, but how do you later repay Social Security while you are running a huge deficit? It’s impossible, without raising taxes sometime in the future or becoming fiscally responsible now. Social Security money is being used to escalate our deficit and, at the same time, mask a much larger government deficit, instead of paying down the national debt, which would be a proper use, to guarantee a future gain.

Privatization is problematic in that it would subject Social Security to the ups, downs, and outright crashes of the Stock Market. It would take millions in brokerage fees and commissions out of the system, and, unless we have assurance that the Ivan Boeskys and Ken Lays of the world will be caught and punished as a deterrent, subject both the Market and the Social Security Fund to fraud and market manipulation, not to mention devastate and ruin multitudes of American families that would find their lives lost to starvation, shame, and isolation.

Kerry wants to keep Social Security, which each of us already owns. He says that the program is manageable, since it is projected to be solvent through 2042, with use of its trust funds. This would give ample time to strengthen the economy, reduce the budget deficit the Bush administration has created, and, therefore, bolster the program as needed to fit ever-changing demographics.

Our senior citizens depend upon Social Security. Bush’s answer is radical and uncalled for, and would result in chaos as Americans have never experienced. Do we really want to risk the future of Social Security on Bush by spinning the wheel of uncertainty?

In those dark hours after the World Trade Center attacks, Americans rallied together with a new sense of patriotism. We were ready to follow Bush’s lead through any travail.

He let us down.

When he finally emerged from his hide-outs on remote military bases well after the first crucial hours following the attack, he gave sound-bytes instead of solutions.

He did not trust us to be ready to sacrifice, build up our public and private security infrastructure, or cut down on our energy use to put economic pressure on the enemy in all the nations where he hides. He merely told us to shop, spend, and pretend nothing was wrong.

Rather than using the billions of dollars expended on the invasion of Iraq to shore up our boundaries and go after Osama bin Laden and the Saudi Arabian terrorists, the funds were used to initiate a war with what Bush called a more immediate menace, Saddam Hussein, in oil-rich Iraq. After all, Bush said Iraq had weapons of mass destruction trained on America. We believed him, just as we believed it when he reported that Iraq was the heart of terrorism. We trusted him. The Iconoclast, the President’s hometown newspaper, took Bush on his word and editorialized in favor of the invasion. The newspaper’s publisher promoted Bush and the invasion of Iraq to Londoners in a BBC interview during the time that the administration was wooing the support of Prime Minister Tony Blair.

Again, he let us down.

We presumed the President had solid proof of the existence of these weapons, what and where they were, even as the search continued. Otherwise, our troops would be in much greater danger and the premise for a hurried-up invasion would be moot, allowing more time to solicit assistance from our allies. Instead we were duped into following yet another privileged agenda.

Now he argues unconvincingly that Iraq was providing safe harbor to terrorists, his new key justification for the invasion. It is like arguing that America provided safe harbor to terrorists leading to 9/11.

Once and for all, George Bush was President of the United States on that day. No one else. He had been President nine months, he had been officially warned of just such an attack a full month before it happened. As President, ultimately he and only he was responsible for our failure to avert those attacks.

We should expect that a sitting President would vacation less, if at all, and instead tend to the business of running the country, especially if he is, as he likes to boast, a “wartime president.” America is in service 365 days a year. We don’t need a part-time President who does not show up for duty as Commander-In-Chief until he is forced to, and who is in a constant state of blameless denial when things don’t get done.

What has evolved from the virtual go-it-alone conquest of Iraq is more gruesome than a stain on a White House intern’s dress. America’s reputation and influence in the world has diminished, leaving us with brute force as our most persuasive voice.

Iraq is now a quagmire: no WMDs, no substantive link between Saddam and Osama, and no workable plan for the withdrawal of our troops. We are asked to go along on faith. But remember, blind patriotism can be a dangerous thing and “spin” will not bring back to life a dead soldier; certainly not a thousand of them. Kerry has remained true to his vote granting the President the authority to use the threat of war to intimidate Saddam Hussein into allowing weapons inspections. He believes President Bush rushed into war before the inspectors finished their jobs.

Kerry also voted against President Bush’s $87 billion for troop funding because the bill promoted poor policy in Iraq, privileged Halliburton and other corporate friends of the Bush administration to profiteer from the war, and forced debt upon future generations of Americans.

Kerry’s four-point plan for Iraq is realistic, wise, strong, and correct. With the help from our European and Middle Eastern allies, his plan is to train Iraqi security forces, involve Iraqis in their rebuilding and constitution-writing processes, forgive Iraq’s multi-billion dollar debts, and convene a regional conference with Iraq’s neighbors in order to secure a pledge of respect for Iraq’s borders and non-interference in Iraq’s internal affairs.

The publishers of the Iconoclast differ with Bush on other issues, including the denial of stem cell research, shortchanging veterans’ entitlements, cutting school programs and grants, dictating what our children learn through a thought-controlling “test” from Washington rather than allowing local school boards and parents to decide how young people should be taught, ignoring the environment, and creating extraneous language in the Patriot Act that removes some of the very freedoms that our founding fathers and generations of soldiers fought so hard to preserve.

We are concerned about the vast exportation of jobs to other countries, due in large part to policies carried out by Bush appointees. Funds previously geared at retention of small companies are being given to larger concerns, such as Halliburton — companies with strong ties to oil and gas. Job training has been cut every year that Bush has resided at the White House.

Then there is his resolve to inadequately finance Homeland Security and to cut the Community Oriented Policing Program (COPS) by 94 percent, to reduce money for rural development, to slash appropriations for the Small Business Administration, and to under-fund veterans’ programs.

Likewise troubling is that President Bush fought against the creation of the 9/11 Commission and is yet to embrace its recommendations.

Vice President Cheney’s Halliburton has been awarded multi-billion-dollar contracts without undergoing any meaningful bid process — an enormous conflict of interest — plus the company has been significantly raiding the funds of Export-Import Bank of America, reducing investment that could have gone toward small business trade.

When examined based on all the facts, Kerry’s voting record is enviable and echoes that of many Bush allies who are aghast at how the Bush administration has destroyed the American economy. Compared to Bush on economic issues, Kerry would be an arch-conservative, providing for Americans first. He has what it takes to right our wronged economy.

The re-election of George W. Bush would be a mandate to continue on our present course of chaos. We cannot afford to double the debt that we already have. We need to be moving in the opposite direction.

John Kerry has 30 years of experience looking out for the American people and can navigate our country back to prosperity and re-instill in America the dignity she so craves and deserves. He has served us well as a highly decorated Vietnam veteran and has had a successful career as a district attorney, lieutenant governor, and senator.

Kerry has a positive vision for America, plus the proven intelligence, good sense, and guts to make it happen.

That’s why The Iconoclast urges Texans not to rate the candidate by his hometown or even his political party, but instead by where he intends to take the country.

The Iconoclast wholeheartedly endorses John Kerry.

© Copyright 2004 The Lone Star Iconoclast.

enough said.

september 24, 2004: getting conned and getting neo-conned…

Pat Buchanan, whose name was a four-letter word in my house for years, has published a new book, "Where the Right Went Wrong," that sheds bit more light on the differences between what he considers ‘true conservatives’ and ‘neo-conservatives’.

Buchanan outlines a few of what he considers the values that a true conservative should hold dear: less federal spending, less intrusion into american’s lives by the government, a slow, cautious, and deliberative stance on our action in the affairs other sovereign nations, affirmative trade policy, tighter controls on immigration, and the total elimination of illegal immigration, a basic ‘take care of your own’ strategy.

To a card-carrying, bleeding-heart liberal like me, Buchanan had always been the supreme enemy of social justice and fairness. But in the eight years since he swooped onto the national stage, he makes more sense to me. At least he has a position rooted in history, and not at the whims of the weekly political wind, and he believes in his opinions as the best concepts for the nation over the long-term, not just as the best way to get re-elected next term.

No, Buchanan will never truly support gay equality (to his mind, it adds another layer of needless bureaucracy and creates one more class with ‘special rights’), nor would he ever endorse gay marriage. But he agrees with most of the nation that a constitutional amendment to define marriage in one way or another, is an absurd corruption of the ideals of US constitutional government.

And he rips gwb’s approach to terrorism and Iraq with a razor-edged tongue:

‘…the invasion of Iraq [is] the greatest strategic blunder in 40 years, a mistake more costly than Vietnam,’ … ‘If prudence is the mark of a conservative, Bush has ceased to be a conservative.’

“The religious, ethnic and racial composition of the country, a child of Europe, is changing more rapidly than that of any other great nation in history…But the president and Congress refuse to do their constitutional duty to defend the states of the union from what has become a foreign invasion.”

Had he skipped the word ‘religious’ in the passage above, I’d probably accept it as true. But to me, religion deserves absolutely no consideration in discussions of government at all. Modern organized religions are essentially corporations, with boards of directors, and employees, and business expenses, and salaries. They should be regulated and taxed just like any other US company. The ‘product’ may be intangible, but its production and distribution still demands income to support facilities and workers.

On trade:

Despite my unflagging support of Bill Clinton’s policies (with the major exception of ‘don’t ask don’t tell,’ an idiot, weak-kneed, cover-your-ass-with-compromise concept), I think that Buchanan was more right on the NAFTA agreement than what Clinton presented to the US people during this debate.

Increased international, no-tariff trade is an advantage, as long as goods are the only things fairly exchanged. But under NAFTA, as it was enacted, and in the hands of the short-sighted US corporate heads with their ‘next quarter’ mentality, the short term effect of NAFTA has been to increase US imports of goods to the point that we export cash and jobs. As the US manufacturing base declines, we become a somewhat wealthy consumer nation, buying and buying from abroad, but we are no longer a major exporter of goods. So our cash flows one way, our manufacturing base and the skilled jobs flow one way, and that way is offshore.

So in the next years, our manufacturing expertise, which took one hundred years to achieve, will be decimated, and we will no longer have the consumer cash to keep buying goods, either from domestic or foreign sources. Too poor to buy, too ill-educated and ill-equipped to make it for ourselves.

I do not hold up Patirck J, Buchanna as a model political, or modern thinker. But he does add more logic to the battle against bush and why we all are fucked as long as he is in the whitehouse.

September 10, 2004: ‘loggies’ get it straight for once

after what seems an eternity of party-line sycophancy in absolute blindness to what their party has become in the last 30 years, the Log Cabin Republicans finally got wise when the knife cut too close to their miniscule spines. After year of being bludgeoned by the republican party's new suckup, the religious right, gwb’s Constitutional amendment fuckwit political policy ploy finally go the best of this gaggle of misguided faggots:

Gay Activists in the G.O.P. Withhold Endorsement

By DAVID D. KIRKPATRICK
Published: September 8, 2004

The board of Log Cabin Republicans, the largest group for gay men and lesbians in the party, voted overwhelming last night against endorsing President Bush for re-election because of his support for a proposed constitutional amendment banning same-sex marriage.

The decision ends six months of soul-searching as the group, which endorsed Mr. Bush in 2000 and Bob Dole in 1996, wrestled with its divided loyalties.

Although the group was immediately critical when the president announced his support for the amendment in February, it pointedly refrained from ruling out an endorsement. Its effort to balance loyalty to the party with opposition to a major item on the Republican agenda has made it a target of criticism from both supporters and opponents of the proposed amendment.

As delegates at the Republican National Convention were preparing to adopt a platform condemning gay parents, for example, a handful of gay rights activists were protesting outside a Log Cabin party on Aug. 29 in Bryant Park in New York.

In a meeting last night in Washington, the group's board voted 22 to 2 to withhold its endorsement, a spokesman said, declining to name the holdouts.

In a statement afterward, Patrick Guerriero, executive director of Log Cabin Republicans, cited exit polls showing that more than one million gay men and lesbians voted for Mr. Bush in 2000. That included 45,000 in the pivotal state of Florida, which Mr. Bush carried by roughly 500 votes.

"Some will accuse us of being disloyal," Mr. Guerriero said. "It was actually the White House who was disloyal" to those gay voters, he continued.

Representatives of the Bush campaign did not return phone calls seeking comment.

Despite the president's support for the proposed amendment and the Republican Party's opposition to recognizing same-sex unions or other civil rights for gay men and lesbians, Mr. Guerriero said the group was not crossing the aisle.

Log Cabin, he said, "proudly supported the president's firm leadership in the war on terror," adding, "We especially applaud the president's leadership in cutting taxes for American families and small businesses, his belief in free-market principles and his compassionate and historic leadership in the global fight against H.I.V./AIDS."

The group also denounced what it called "flip-flops" by Senator John Kerry, the Democratic nominee, referring to statements that Mr. Kerry opposed same-sex marriage but also opposed amending the federal Constitution to ban it.

William Brownson, chairman of the Log Cabin board, said the organization planned to "shift our financial and political resources to defeating the radical right," partly by supporting sympathetic Republican candidates for Congress.

In announcing its decision, the Log Cabin group asserted that Mr. Bush had started out on its side. After meeting with gay supporters in 2000, Mr. Bush pronounced himself "a better person," and his administration appointed several gay men and lesbians to official positions.

Mr. Guerriero attributed the president's embrace of the proposed amendment to a "dramatic and disappointing" decision by his political advisers to make turnout of evangelical Christians a priority in the 2004 election.

The Log Cabin group, however, has also apparently profited from the spotlight on gay Republicans. Christopher Barron, the group's political director, said it had doubled in size, to 12,000 members, since Mr. Bush embraced the proposed marriage amendment.

The group has raised enough money to start its first advertising campaigns, including one begun last week that quoted former President Ronald Reagan's statement that he hoped he "appealed to your best hopes, not your worst fears.''

© The New York Times

First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Jew. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak up, because I was a Protestant.

Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me.

—Rev. Martin Niemoller, 1945

september 1, 2004: what happened?

what happened to the anybody-walk-right-in, totally-free-david7.com that you used to know?

in brief, two things happened: climbing costs, and the current crop of political crusaders who oppose any sort of nudity or adult content in the media. (hell, john ashcroft even had a drape put up to obscure the breasts on the statue of ‘justice’ in his own doj building. i guess cold, marble tits on a blindfolded woman get him too excited to face the tv cameras.)

this site has always been a lot of fun for me, and i thank the guys who have been with me over the past few years. but what began as a part-time, one-cam thing, just between a few friends and me, as time passed has grown, the content that that i offer has grown, and my costs have increased to the point that i now work hours just to pay the site costs.

so to stay one step ahead of the legal snoopers, and to bring the site back to an ‘revenue neutral’ status, i was forced to charge a small fee in order to keep myself from constantly feeding the site; now i hope that it can take care of its own finances.

i do hope that a lot of you will join and continue to enjoy my site. i’ve tried to keep the price well below the average for sites like this one, and have made the payment options as flexible as i can.

to those who do not feel like joining, it has been fun; and i may be offering occasional “free days” in the future, so sat tuned to my calendar and my blog for updates.

august 30, 2004: date straight?

ok, i will admit that this is a bit out of my usual subject matter, but since a lot of folks tolerate my specific views on the world, i sometimes feel that i should return the consideration:

a friend of mine has two dating and contact sites, mostly aimed at straight audiences, to i thoght that he deserved a mention here.

Interracial Dating and New York Dating are operated by a fellow designer, so if you are looking for a contact on the straight side (or if your sister needs to meet a new guy) give them a try.

august 25, 2004: not-so-swift boat scam

The idiotic swift boat veterans for truth bullshit has apparently reached a full boil now. Senator Max Cleland tried to deliver a letter to gwb and was rebuffed at the gate of the crawdad, tx imperial hideout.

Max was quite hot, and got hotter after gwb sent a royal footman out to retrieve his letter like calling card on a salver. Max basically said “Fuck no, if he won't take it from me directly, I'll just go back to the media and let the shit hit the fan.” Which it did.

I do not see how more and more americans of all stripes could fail to see this affront as george’s horrible arrogance (or the most scheming cowardice): Cleland, thanks to service in the viet nam war, travels in a wheelchair, and in case you do did not know, has had two legs and one arm made of plastic to replace the ones blown off in the war, only one of his arms was left intact by an egomaniacal and ill-considered US military action predicated on false premises, just like Iraq.

When you see this guy stacked up against a sniveling wimp like gwb who puts on a flight suit one day out of his public life to ride as passenger to the deck of a carrier for a photo op, the differences cannot be more disgustingly clear.

gwb and his rove cronies really put their foot in this one: in american politics, you just do not fuck with Cleland. He is a tough southern shitkicker from way back, and has an unassailable record of courage (which really makes gwb looks like the blustering, cowering, pussy-boy that he is.)

august 22, 2004: pissed-off again (and don’t give a fuck who knows it….)

this was my next-to-last scheduled saturday night show. i’d cancel next saturday, but it’s been announced for two weeks already so i’ll honor the calendar.

two months ago, i went to the expense of hiring an outside firm to run and analyze a poll for my cam viewers in order to assess the best days and times for viewers to see my shows, but since only a dozen of you bothered to answer the poll, i do not know any more about my cam viewers preferences than i did two months ago.

and i’m tired of lying here on saturdays nights stroking a hardon for two hours so that a few of you can dribble in, roar out a few rude commands,. and snap off a load in six minutes just to leave without so much as a ‘thnx’.

i’d love to be able to hang around the cam all day and all night, every day of the week, and wank 8 or 9 tmies to suit everyone’s schedule , but i have work to do here and besides my cock starts to ache after about 4 or 5 in a day.

so as a practical matter, i will continue to be here on saturdays, but not every saturday, and not at a specific time. i may be in chat, but i may be in a mood to just wank to my own fantasies, not to yours.

i tried, i asked for input, i tried to adapt my schedule to yours, but nobody seemed to give a shit; so i don't either.

—dave

august 15, 2004: forum

I have added a new forum to the site, and it offers a lot more fun features than the old one had.

You can read profiles of other members, send them a private message through the forum, email them from the forum, and add your own profile and a photo or two. It has a lot of stuff to it.

Have fun with it whether for reading website news, members profiles, or asking ‘help desk’ questions about the site.

august 12, 2004: new view

I am toying with a new cam view: the thigh cam. It gives a surreptitious peek from under my desk, looking out at my crotch. OK, it is not very classy, but often neither am I.

It will only be on when I am at the desk, and I will not always be naked under the desk either, but at times it might be fun.

august 02, 2004: what you might miss…

you may miss a few cool things if you do not check the calendar every week or so.

since i will be offline the rest of this week, i thought it would be nice to end this week of cam shows with a special treat, so i did the my monster toy live for the first time. it was a fun show and i thought a good performance.

unfortunately, there were only 3 guys online to see it live. (i had a lot more show up two hours later at 4 am for an unplanned wank, which was also quite hot). but i was a little let down that more did not see the live show with the toy.

if you have any input on better days and times to view my shows, please fill out the live show poll; it has been there for a month, and very few have answered the 3 questions.. If i do not get more replies i will just have to guess when you like to see the j/o shows.

for those (most of you) who did not get here last saturday for the entire 1.5 hour live performance, here is a 27 minute video clip of the big toy live show on the videos page.

be back online next week.

july 27, 2004: chew ‘em up, girl!

I hope that everyone got to see Teresa Heinz Kerry’s convention speech tonight.

Damn! If she ever tells you to ‘shove it’, you had better look out. She is smart, funny, five times more engaging than her dull-as-pablum hubby, 15 times better looking, and she has guts. She is brash and does not give a fuck if you agree with her or not, you are going to know what she thinks.

OK, Hillary said that she would not ‘stay home and bake cookies’; but Teresa has upped the ante on Laura Bush, now forcing her to prove that she does more than stay home and bake cookies for gw. Will he, or his party, let Laura rise to the challenge? If gw thought he had trouble with Ron Regan on the Democrat podium, he must have just shit himself after Teresa spoke.

You go, girl!

july 26, 2004: friends on cam

Last week I mentioned that my friend alex has a new website in development, and that it was a ‘secret’. The reason for the secrecy was that the domain name was not yet secure. But now it is, so I can let you in on it.

The new site will be thexanderzone.com. alex (xander) is still working with designers on the content of the new site, so until it is complete, the www.thexanderzone.com address will connect you to his current site www.bakeitnaked.com.

Visit alex and let him know that I told you about his cam.

july 23, 2004: international fun

today was only my second cam show aimed at a European audience (after all, my usual 11 PM eastern US shows are on there at 4 to 5 AM).

chat was a lot of sexy fun, and thank goddess a lot of EU folk speak english far better than I speak broken french, or german, or italian. I had a small, but very enthusiastic audience; and they were so nice! A couple of them even emailed me after the show to tell me that they enjoyed it.

so thanks guys, I really appreciate it, and I will do more performances especially for your time zones . Just keep an eye on my calendar for dates and show times.

one more self-indulgent note, and another ‘thank you’:

i want to thank those of you who have faithfully voted for my site each time that you drop in. these lists are my only promotion at this time and they really help keep more guests coming in, and the shows are more fun for everybody if we have a reasonable crowd.

today I hit #1 on Men With Cams, and # 2 on Gay Male Cams, so that makes me feel like I am at least doing something right.

so please keep voting, and help me keep attracting a group of guests that is fun for everybody.

thanks,

dave

july 21. 2004: new stuff and an announcement

i have added a calendar to the website this week. i hope that i can use this to annouce show dates and times, days out of town, maintenence windows, etc. As it is set up now it will only display the next three months which should be more than adequate for out purposes. if there is a note on a given day, just click it to find out more detail.

at long last i've finished the video clip shotglass and have it posted on the videos page. It is a big file (12:12 long, 26.9 MB, but it might be worth the time to download it.

there is also a unedited video from my shower show last week: not great quality but a nice voyeur experience. If you like seeing guys shave faces, shave balls, shower and jack off in the spray, then there is something in it for you.

and having given you all the good news about video clips, I guess that I should get to the bad news next:

these may be the last video clips that are there for my guests without a charge. After the end of August, david7.com will become a subscription site. There will still be some content available free, but since about 85 - 90% of the site qualifies as x-rated, that harder material all will be under a subscription agreement.

under the subscription format, we will be expanding the streaming video to handle about 10 times as many concurrent users as we can do now. And there will be a lot of other cool but somewhat expensive changes to the site.

i’ll have more details on membership options as we get closer to that date. i hope that you will stay with me during this transtitoin, btu it has been a lot of fun in the past, and thank you all.

july 09, 2004: new chat is up…

I have a new chat program running now, and I hope that you guys find it easier to use than the old irc client that I used to use.

It is a lot of fun, and it seems pretty darned stable. It does require that you have Macromedia Flash Player v. 6 or newer installed, but I think that 95% of folks that visit multimedia sites use Flash Player already, so it is not a big drawback. If you do not have Flash Player yet, you can download flash here.

To log on, just enter a user name (no password required) and click the button. If you pick a nickname that someone else is using or one that has been registered with us, then you may be blocked from using that nick; just change it a little and try again (for example, if some one has registered ‘Bill,’ the just try ‘Bill2’ or something a little different).

If you have a nick that you want to use all the time, want to reserve for yourself, you can register it with us, but then you need to use your password to enter with that nick. So it is a trade off: the convenience of using no password, versus always having the same nick, but using a password. To register a nick, email me.

When you enter the chat, you will see a choice of 3 chat rooms: “lounge,” which is the default room (this is where you land as soon as you log on), “xander’s chat,” and “david’s chat”.

“xander’s chat” (as well as the “lounge”) is the chat home of my hot buddy alex from Bake It Naked! (also the owner of a new secret site that is too new to announce yet).

“the lounge” is our common area, where either or both alex and myself may be for general chatter and such.

And you can jump from one room to another with a click at the top where you see “Room”. And the rooms list on the right will show you who is in which room at any time.

So join us and chat your balls off.

july 6, 2004: of all the unmitigated…

I am about fed up (again!)

Who else gives you 2 of the fastest cams on the net, 24/7, for free? Who gives you a videos and other erotic fun stuff for free? And who performs for the cam at the drop of a hat, at almost any hour of the day that you tune in?

And still, some of you self-centered assholes have the audacity and plain fucking rudeness to come into my chat, into my cam, and watch me stroke my cock and finger my ass for your enjoyment without even saying ‘hello,’ or ‘nice,’ or ‘cool show,’ or a simple ‘thanks’ before you vanish to wipe the cum off your scraggly fingers?

You can talk about yourself all you want to, but I will not go out of my way to entertain guys who are too rude to even admit that I am there at all.

I try to be nice to everyone in my chats, and I try to allow guys to do anything that they want to. But in case you had not noticed, there is a private message button on the chat. If you are going to carry on conversation that totally refuses to even acknowledge that I am there, and I am doing this stuff for you, then at least do not force me to read all the tedious details of your boring life.

Learn some manners, you jackal, or get ready to be blocked from my cam.

Good night all; I am going to go jerk off 6 times without the cam on at all. So screw you too. See you in 8 hours.

july 5, 2004: some new video to peek at

once again i have fallen behind schedule here. i have been promising you guys a new video clip for a few weeks, but i still do not have the audio and music the way i want, so it will wait a bit longer.

but, since i said that i would get a new video up here, i will offer you this little bit of stroking vid: i did not really realize that this got saved. i guess that i woke in the middle of the night can jerked off, i do not really remember it, but the next day, there it was on the hard disk, and so you get it here.

(seems sort of a shame to wank off, cum, and only know that you did it because the cam happened to be running; ok, ok, so i also noticed some dried cum on my cock and on my balls, but i noticed the hard disk first. LOL.)

from my live cam on july 2 is my unedited '4 AM wank'

july 4, 2004

website news

my extremely sexy buddy, alex, in England, has opened a new site for dating, personal contacts and such as that. check it out at: datethegayway.com. it looks very promising and it looks like a lot of fun guys to hook up with.

also, after some protracted wrangling with a former webhost, alex' live cam should is back online. visit him live at Bake It Naked!.

alex has another new cam site under development, it's a bit of a secret yet, but i’ll have a lot more info as it gets closer to a debut. if you do not know alex yet, do check in with him and say bhello. he is a very sweet and extraordinarily sexy guy. (i do not want to make any promises for him, but he is really hot fun, no matter what he does.)

june 28, 2004: Iraqi rule is here to stay…

Today the Iraqi government forced the hand of bush and bremer and called for the “transfer of sovereignty” to take place right now, today, no waiting.. At 10:26 a.m.—that's 2 26 a.m. New York time—the new authorities took their separate oaths and bremer got rid of his queasy stomach for the first time in 15 months.

Why today, why so early in the US and Iraqi news cycle? “Security…” they said. But I think that there was another overpowering reason that I may have noticed on my tv screen at 2:26 am. On Sunday morning at 2:26 a.m. all the New York and Atlanta personnel at CNN are dead asleep.

So instead of a freshly botoxed and poofed out CNN ‘perky morning personality,’ who can smile brightly through the awful death ridden-scenes of 9/11, who can segue smoothly from a ferryboat sinking right into a story about Jennifer Lopez' latest diamond from her latest fuck, well the Iraqis timed it so that we in the US would get to see the tale told by a few erudite Brits (it was then 7:26 in the UK, and you had a few real news pros at work, not a cache of smiling bimbos and gigolos, blindly reading badly punned copy and witticisms by Michael Jackson’s legal team, or angry-yet-tearful assertions by Scott Peterson’s family.

Smart sons-of-bitches, those Iraqi moguls. Good show for a start boys, now just keep from getting knifed by a scimitar for the next few months. Have a ball.

june 24, 2004: the last laugh is mine (once again)

I have known it for a long, long time: AOL’s screwy e-mail system, the planet's most inept and fucked-up email service, has been locking users into the AOL proprietary webmail interface forever.

I manage a few website that must issue passwords via email and those with @aol.com in their email addresses are total and constant pains in my butt. AOL has a vast, aggressive, and non-selective system of email ‘filters’ in place with make it absolutely impossible to tell if email sent into it from outside the AOL system ever reaches a destination or not. If they do not like the sender’s IP address (even though an IP address can be shared by hundreds of users at some web hosts) then they just swallow the email without ever letting the recipient or the sender know that the email was just gulped up and never delivered. (Sending non-delivery notices, like everyone else on earth does routinely, would stress the aging and dilapidated AOL servers to the breaking point and make them so achingly unstable that the whole system would collapse. (Read this, and this, and this.

So the only way to be sure that your mail always reaches an AOL address is to have an AOL address yourself. And every spammer on the planet knows this so, so well.

Now we get this:

AOL worker arrested in spam scheme

Jason Smathers is charged with stealing his employer's subscriber list and selling it. June 23, 2004: 5:37 PM EDT CNN/money

NEW YORK (CNN/Money) - A software engineer at America Online was arrested Wednesday and charged with stealing AOL's subscriber list and selling it to someone sending spam e-mail, federal prosecutors in New York said.

According to the criminal complaint, Jason Smathers of Harpers Ferry, W. Va., used his inside knowledge of AOL's computer system to steal a list of 92 million AOL customer account "screen names," and then sold them to Sean Dunaway, who is not an AOL employee.

Dunaway, of Las Vegas, NV., was accused of using the list to promote his own Internet gambling business and also sold the list to other spammers for $52,000, according to David Kelley, the U.S. attorney for the Southern District of New York.

The complaint further charges that Dunaway later paid Smathers $100,000 for an updated version of AOL's customer list.

So doesn’t that make you AOL users feel a whole lot more secure and like you are getting your money’s worth knowing that not only are you a captive audience who may or may not get mail from anyone outside the AOL system, but that your address had been sold to the neighborhood's biggest spammer.

Ho-ho-ho, Merrrrrry Christmas, and a plate full of shit to AOL, the king of spam.

june 24, 2004: i seem to think of the strangest things...

It is 2 AM; I find that I think of the strangest things late at night.

I was just lying on my bed tonight, cams were running, people were watching, I was eating a sub sandwich. Despite the classically phallic/oral imagery of the sandwich going into my mouth, that is not what started me thinking.

The fact was that as I ate my “midnight meal” my butt was staring into the camera; more than my butt, it was anatomically possible to see right up to my asshole. So I began to wonder, ‘How disgusting is this to see me naked, putting food into my mouth that, despite how we night care to dismiss it, eventually has to come out via another momentarily highly visible orifice?’

Maybe it is my somewhat vanilla outlook on sex, but as much as I enjoy fucking men and as much as I enjoy getting fucked in the ass, I do not enjoy shit and thoughts of shit are distinctly separate from my erotic repertoire.

When I am ‘performing’ on cam, I have no problem taking a strawberry or a cherry, rubbing it between the cheeks of my butt, then gleefully eating it, smiling, in an orgy of self-pleasure, . But eating a snack not intended to be erotic, and flashing my asshole on cam, somehow it seems different to me: one is erotic expression, the other is metabolic necessity.

I’d be curious to hear from you guys as to whether you agree with my analysis, disagree totally, or think that I fret too much over something that nobody notices anyway.

june 17, 2004

I know that my usual political streak has seemed to fade completely out of late. There may be two reasons for this: (1) I was slammed with personal depression a few weeks ago and I didn’t watch tv, read a paper, nor did I feel like talking to anyone about anything; and (2) everything that I used to get hot under the collar about has become so horrible recently that I can’t possibly make comments that are any more outrageous than the truth is.

Iraq is now too awful even to contemplate for very long; if I thought that there was no way out six months ago, it really seems interminable now. I am just waiting for the other head to drop.

The fact that gw bush is still roaming the countryside is now so sickening an idea that I can’t even make fun of his English enunciation skills anymore. He has always been a dangerous man, but now he is still dangerous and I have quit laughing at him.

And god’s little buddy in DC, john ashcroft, is still at it, trying to usurp the rest of your civil liberties. I once thought that michael bowers was the devil incarnate in a lawyer, but ashcroft is such a nazi, that he makes bowers seem like a misguided public servant.

So fuck ‘em all before they fuck you; I can’t even joke anymore. Sorry.

june 3, 2004

webcam news and updates:

www.david7.com
This site has become more and more popular, thanks to visitors who mention it to friends. I thank all of you for your supportive comments over the past year.

But as the site has grown in size and viewership, the costs of running it—bandwidth, server space, equipment, software—has increased. So at some point later this summer, the site will move to a membership basis with the more x-rated content by subscription only.

There is currently a login page for the ‘members’ content, but for the time being, there is no charge to view the entire site. When you see the “member’s login” box, you will see a ‘guest’ password which you can use free to enter the site.

The whole idea may end up provoking more cost to me, rather than defraying current and future costs. But it is either move to a paid system, or close it down altogether. I’ll try to keep the cost very low.

www.bakeitnaked.com
Alex is constantly adding to his site, and has provided his visitors with some truly great shows. As of this point we have none of them on video but he is working toward that goal. I have put a few screen captures from his shows on his Forum, so drop by, look at the hot pics, and join alex in his chat and on his cam.

may 30, 2004

the number of rude, off-topic, and intrusive commercial chatters has gotten a bit larger as the site has grown more popular.

while I can boot a disruptive chatter from a chat session, that user can log in again with a different user ID. So until I get a full password-protected system in place, all that I can advise to my regular chatters is to ignore the intrusive party; raucous children quickly get bored and leave if we pay them no attention. you can also use the chat’s “Ignore” function.

To do this,

• click the nickname of the user that you wish to ignore in the users list.
• A “private message” box will appear
• Click the “ignore user” button

and that will stop any comments from that user from reaching you for the duration of that log in session.

thanks.

may 26, 2004: a new face

As you can see, the site is taking on a new look.

The principal reason for changing the look was to expand the navigation bar by moving it from the top to the side of the page. There were a lot of things that had been added to the site structure as time passed, and most were really hard to find. So the new nav bar should help.

(You will also see that the site is now separated into a ‘public’ and a ‘members’ section; while there is no strict membership set up yet, this structure will make it easy to do as the adult material regulations get more and more restrictive.)

There are still a few adjustments to make on some pages, but the overall structure is there.

If you spot any dead or broken links after tomorrow, please let me know. I stare at this stuff for so long that I start to blur it all together, and small details may get past me unnoticed.

I hope that you enjoy it.

may 22, 2004

Oh good! Just for our own safety, the noble FBI in washington, ac/dc, announces a new terrorist threat, and suggests that citizens be alert for “people wearing bulky jackets on warm days, smelling of chemicals, or even individuals whose fists are tightly clenched.”

I see, I am supposed to go about sniffing the clenched fists of sweating people.

Damn I feel secure now.

may 18, 2004: random news

Well I am over the majority of my depressive fit from two weeks back, and am feeling a lot better now. Thanks to those who actually tried to help out.

I have been busy at work on a site update and complete revision, which will, I think, make navigating the site a lot easier and clearer. The site has added a lot of features over the years and it badly needed cleaning and reorganization. I hope it will be ready in about two weeks.

One more random note, my friend Alex at Bake It Naked! has given me and his other visitors a few really hot and incredibly sexy webcam shows recently. He currently has no set schedule, but you can try looking at his Forum under “The Latest Cam Schedule News” in the “Live Chat” thread for any announcement, or just drop in on him a few evenings till you catch a great show. (One of the first ones was so hot it made me cum twice!) Visit him. And recall that he is five hours later than US Eastern Time. So sometime between 6 and 10 PM eastern (11 PM to 3 AM GMT) is usually is a reasonable time to try.

I’ll be there chatting and stroking, you can bet on it.

may 7, 2004: blackness, and the blues

Maybe I am losing what little shred of a mind I have left, maybe I just had my glazed eyes opened fully, maybe I just need to get drunk and get the fuck over myself.

This is one truly black day: nice weather, good food, hell, it even looks like Donald Rumsfeld might get screwed to the floor by congress (and if that thought does not put a spring in my step, nothing will).

But I have not felt this hurt, angry, and abused for years.

I am normally the most logical, scientific, unemotional person that you will ever meet; my former boyfriends would get crazy because I would not respond to their histrionics, would not let a fight develop: I was always analytical, calm, and cool and logical. I do not get upset; I analyze a situation and find a logical solution to it. The best Vulcan clone you’ll meet this side of Leonard Nimoy’s soundstage. (One of my old bf’s stood, cursing at me, throwing Grand Mariner and Remy bottles at my head, while serenading me with a 120-decibel playback of Elton John's “Someone Saved My Life Tonight,” from which I was supposed to gather some cryptic meaning. I calmly asked him what size packing cartons he preferred and now many he needed.)

But at about 2:30 AM last night I got so fucking bent that I thought I would explode; I could literally feel my blood pressure go up, my head felt like a big metal band was wrapped around it, getting tighter every minute. I suddenly felt like the most unwanted, unattractive, old, and alone queer on the planet. Nobody in the world but me was awake, there was nobody for me to talk to, I could not distract myself with old tv reruns, I was totally alone, watching another guy's webcam where absolutely nothing at all going on.

Yet, it was suddenly this guy’s webcam (to which I have given much advice and guidance) that so infuriated and depressed my solitary, tired ass. What did he do? Not a fucking thing. The site operator woke up and went to work. What smashed my entire logical system of dealing with the world was that he woke up not alone. No one was getting a blowjob on cam, there was nothing even vaguely erotic about it, he just got up and went to work. So I can’t be angry with him, he did nothing to anger me, even though this moment sparked a huge revolution in my head. What the fuck was I reacting to? What pissed me off? What about this made me feel hurt and betrayed? Was this moment to me like Marcel Proust's taste of the madeleine? What mnemonic shit of horrors and ecstasies came flooding up into my head at that moment? Was it all because I was alone and he was not?

The rest of this is not easy for me to write, since it demands that I reexamine a few things about my life and get some of my attitudes in order. Despite the fact that I posted this silly or obnoxious note on my site, for which I should apologize to my other site visitors, I wanted it seen, by anybody, really, but especially by a couple of guys.

So I think that I must make a few big changes in my life. My webcam friends, though I enjoy them immensely, will just not do it all for me any longer. I will admit that I am prone to isolate. After my last lover died, my dad soon became ill; I think that I lived a big part of my life helping people until I began to lose my ego, my essence of self. But playing round-the-clock nurse and cook and maid for two terminally ill people in a row is not a great way to get your jollies.

Sure, there was enough sex to keep me from going nuts, but it was all basic fuck-and-good-bye stuff. I’d fuck my brains out for a few hours or a weekend, but still I was alone. And I still live that way. When I am not doing something totally unimportant like adding to this bloated blog, or jerking my dick on camera all night, I am essentially quite useless to everyone.

Just the previous week in a conversation with my sister, I found out the real reasons for a decision that my parents made in my youth for my ‘benefit’. OK, it may have been a good decision, and I would not have opposed it at all, but why did everyone lie and hide this insignificant bit of shit from me for 25 years? What else was I not told or am still not being told about my past and present?

So like most things that really upset me, it is my impossible desire to recapture lost time that is making me ill tempered and impossibly self-pitying. It still is. I am not angry at the webcam operator who was the innocent trigger for all my shit and angst (we are still professionally civil to each another); I am angry at all the people that I feel used me and never said, “thank you,” or “I’m sorry.” I am angry at anyone who was not up front about motives with me. And I am most angry at myself for letting opportunities slip by me out of some small fear of taking a risk or of seeming somehow ungentlemanly, inappropriate, coarse.

So where do I go next? I am not sure. Will this website, which has been like a friend to me, vanish, continue, or become nothing but a source of minimal revenue? I don’t know. What will I redirect my energies into now? And just what the fuck does happen to dreams deferred? As soon as I know, I’ll tell you.

may 03, 2004

I want to introduce you to a new cammer and acquaintence of mine: Alex is a chef, a baker, in England, and he is a cutie. He has a brand new cam site at Bake It Naked.com. A cam, a chat, a forum, and more goodies under development.

Drop in, visit him, have a chat to say hello to Alex and his guests. Let him know that I sent you over.

(Remember that there is 5-hour time difference between the eastern US and the UK!)

may 02, 2004

I had a fun group in my Saturday show last night, a few familiar faces and a few newcomers. It was a lot of fun for me; this group was really into it and entertaining, fun to chat and wank with.

I have started adding some unedited video from my weekly shows to my “webcam archive” page. The quality may not be great, but if you miss show you can sort of catch up here. The clip from may 01, 2004 is here.

The clips will generally be about 20-30 minutes in length and about 15-20 MB in size so it is up to you if you want to download them or not. But they are there, and I’ll try to get a new one posted each week

may 1, 2004: plus ça change, plus le mème chose

Let me think this all through once more:

September 11th, a bunch of guys, some of whom were in the country legally, some illegally, we did not seem to know or care which, these guys hijacked a bunch of airplanes and flew them into the WTC, we guess under the auspices of Al Qu’aeda and presumably with the financing of bin Laden and the planning of al-Zawahiri.

So, not really knowing where these two outcasts—one from Saudi Arabia, one from Egypt, two of our strongest allies in the region—were, and since we could not get any cooperation from the Afghan powers, we schlepped some multi-billion dollar deal with Pakistan. Yay for us! We blew the Afghan religious nuts out of power and then more or less got the fuck out of there, leaving a power vacuum to be filled by…whom?

And we turned to Saddam Hussein and his vaunted weapons of mass destruction. (Where were those little mobile chemical factories again, Secretary Powell? Somewhere near the stockpile of Kryptonite? Or out in Roswell’s area 51?)

So having abandoned our conquest of Afghanistan, Usama bin Ladin, and Ayman al-Zawahiri, we turned on the real foes, Saddam and the Ba’ath party. Wham-bam and they were out, gone, history, just like the Taliban.

Slowly we tried to get the electricity and water back on in Iraq, to get a police force and rudimentary army established.

A bunch of rag-tag former Saddam employees started bombing the Iraqi police and army. They kept bombing us, finally taking over a few cities, and have been holding us at bay for two months. And a few thousand fundamentalist Iranian expatriates rule other areas, waiting either for control of Iraq, or for a spiritual and territorial reunification with Iran.

So now our solution to the whole thing seems to be to invite the Ba’athists back into the power elite once again to crush their fellow Iraqis, in exchange for a seat at the ruling table and a degree of control over the nation.

And then this week, we find that Saddam’s prisons and torture rooms have never really vanished, they just reopened under new management. It is now we, the liberators, who run them.

So let’s count our blessings: We did not find bin Ladin, we did not find al-Zawahiri, we did not free Afghanistan, we did get rid of Saddam, only to invite his cronies back into a power-sharing arrangement when this seemed an expedient way to get our asses out of a sling in Falujah, and we ourselves moved into the old horror chambers of the defeated dictator, while at home, we are, in aspect of all this, losing out civil liberties daily to a zealot of an attorney general and a screwball, fundamentalist nutcase of a president.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

april 25, 2004: go fuck yourself

I spend so much time carping about politics in this blog, that I thought that it was time for a little light-hearted sex talk.

I confess that I did something really silly last week: I cast a silicone replica of my cock. In a way it was fun, in a way it was hot, and in another way, it was quite humiliating.

It was fun becasue I had never done it before, and I have been a bit curious about the technique ever since reading the stories about ‘The Plaster Caster Girls’ from Chicago, who cast a bunch of famous dick, in the late 60’s: Jimi Hendrix, Tony Newly, various musicians, etc. (“I think penises funny and cute and cuddly, they look kind of goofy.” —Cynthia ‘Plaster Caster’) Another cammer, David, of www.digitaldavid.com, has put his quite sizable dick mold on the market. So I thought, “Gee, that would be cool to keep on my desk as a paperweight, or a back scratcher, or something.

It was a hot experience because of the anticipation of what I’d look like copied in silicone; and because the liquid stuff you pour into the mold around your dick is just barely warmer than body temperature, so it feels wet and slick and warm as you thrust into it and then hold still till it sets.

It was, in the end, a totally humbling and humiliating experience: as much as we think we know our own cocks, having had them between our thighs in all states of flaccidity and arousal for as long as we can recall, having stroked them with our hands from a young age, after having seen them in photos and even videos, it is a bit shocking to see your own dick externalized, abstracted, disconcerted from your body, out of context.

If you have seen the rest of my site, you know that I have seen my cock in dozens, hundreds, of photos, and in hour after hour of video while I edited the raw footage down to a few 5-minute clips for the website. (Yes, Virginia, it takes me two days of shooting to get a 5-minute clip of finished video.)

But nothing was so appalling as the size, I mean my lack of size! My cock, which has been seen by so many, has been sucked by quite a few, and has even pried open a few dozen asses in its time, was so fucking tiny. Minuscule, dinky, paltry, insignificant, negligible, trifling. I was horrified by my microscopic cock. I mean, I have always told site visitors that it is not a big dick at all, but I was really dismayed and ashamed of my cock..

I thought “Shit, I could throat that little thing and never even cough once.” (Yes, I tried it; and no, I didn’t even gag a trace.) I did find it interesting to shove in my ass: of course, it still did not feel big, but it was sort of cool that I could stroke my real, flesh hardon while I pushed the silicone replica into my ass, feeing the exact same ridges and curves and veins on both tools at once; that was pretty cool. But still I was sort of sorry that I had started the whole project.

I did show it to a couple of guys on the internet, and at least one commented that he wanted one. But I still feel it is just too personally humiliating for me to give them away. It is too real, too tangible , too three-dimensional, too fucking accurate to share, because it would give away more details of my real physical appearance than I am willing do. I can talk about it in public like this, but doing it in silicone is a different matter. I can get naked in public, I can fuck in public, I jerk off a few times a day for the internet public, but somehow this is different; it's like begging for a comparison that I feel I will always lose.

Anyway, if you go into it with a better, more secure attitude than I did, it its really a good laugh and some fun. The stuff is messy as hell to work with, and it is really rough on your skin (I had to coat my dick with exfoliating alpha-hydroxy crap for a week to get the skin back to normal). But as long as you do not take it too seriously (or else are really hung huge) it is some good silicone fun. So go fuck yourself.

april 22, 2004: little red books

You children of the 1980’s may have small recollection of the waning cold war and the subtle and overt indoctrination of american youth to the ways of communists, and Mao Tse-tung’s “little red book”. The official title of the “little red book” was something like “Quotations from Chairman Mao Tse-tung.”

Mao’s book was full of little gems like these:

“Without a people's army the people have nothing.”

“Every Communist must grasp the truth, ‘Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.’”

“Our fundamental task is to adjust the use of labor power in an organized way and to encourage women to do farm work.”

“What are the requirements for worthy successors to the revolutionary cause of the proletariat? They must be genuine Marxist-Leninists and not revisionists like Khrushchov wearing the cloak of Marxism-Leninism.”

Mao’s book was held up to us as a totalitarian state's way of brainwashing the slavish populace, that the real goal was to stifle original thought and dissent. This was serious stuff in elementary school. It was patriotism at it s best.

From the 1950’s to the late 1970’s, american entertainment always focused a humorous eye on the blatant recitation of the party line by our perceived current and former enemies: Nazi’s on tv were always touting the successes of their aircraft and tanks and economies when it was obvious that everything around them was falling into ruin; Soviets (even to Officer Chekhov on Star Trek) were ridiculed for claiming all sorts of successes, triumphs, and firsts, mindlessly topping the westerner with falsehoods disguised as facts in a big game of Kremlin-driven one-upmanship; Chinese communists were portrayed as mindless clones that read nothing but Mao's little red book and spat out verbatim quotes, totally out of context, as an answer to any questions from outsiders about freedom, the economy, their lives, their government.

And we laughed along with Colonel Hogan, chuckled at Siegfried and Starker, hell even a dim-witted moose and a flying squirrel could defeat an evil pair of Soviet clones named Boris and Natasha. And somehow we felt a bit smug in our american superiority.

And so, today a CNN anchor was asking a US army officer in Baghdad about the troop pullout by “coalition of the willing” members Spain, Honduras, and the Dominican Republic, with similar pullouts contemplated by Thailand and Poland.

CNN: “Will the troop pullout have an effect on your strategic planning in Iraq?”
US Army: “We will keep doing what we have been doing. Our coalition continues to grow.”

‘Our coalition continues to grow?’ Talk about a mindless lie recited from george w’s “little red, white, and blue book”! Holy shit. We are not blind, nor are we brainless puppets, you dickhead. Do you not see that you are losing your alleged coalition members? Maybe you overall troop strength it bolstered by not letting guys come home (for the second time). But that does not square the lie that your coalition is growing, not falling into the cesspool of your failures.

And I do not want to hear that “these are insignificant losses to the force” after being told for a year that “The coalition against Iraq … is large and growing. … Indeed, the coalition in this activity is larger than the coalition that existed during the Gulf War in 1991.” (Donald Rumsfeld)

So, just as that other famous american, Dick the Nix, asserted “I am not a crook” in the face of growing public skepticism, until it was proven that he was in fact a thief and schemer who spied on and stole from his opponents, we now have gw’s little book of interminable lies: ‘we are liberators not occupation forces, we will be greeted with gifts of candy and flowers, we are defending america against nuclear weapons, we are but a part of a strong, committed, and growing coalition of the willing.’ (George, did your mother not tell you that if you tell one lie, it becomes easier to tell many more, even bigger lies?)

Here we sit with this huge shit of untruth being told to us daily in the face of massive evidence to the contrary, and still some few people in washington think that if they say a lie long enough, it will become true. Like a little boy who broke mom’s best china vase, “I did not break it.” No matter how many times he says it, the shards of broken pottery still lie around his feet, mocking his lie. They will never miraculously fit themselves back together again.

april 12, 2004: hitting the fan

I surprise myself a bit by not jumping on this topic and posting it right away early in the last week or ten days. But for all the blather that I have tossed out about gw bush, and his cronies, and iraq, and our idiot war there, I really was sincerely hoping that I would never write this bit.

So, shit is hitting the fan in iraq.

Are we surprised? Yes, a bit. Even though we knew this was likely to happen. Since early 2003, we have been told time and time again that beating back Saddam Hussein was the easy part; getting out and leaving behind some vague semblance of a democracy would be nearly impossible in less that 6 or 8 years, if ever.

Iraq, or more properly, the region between the Tigris and Euphrates rivers, Mesopotamia, has been fought over and ripped apart for millennia: Sumerians, Egyptians, Babylonians, Assyrians, Persians, Greeks, Turks, Mongols, Iranians, the Ottoman empire, the Brits, and several internal factions have all had a hand in trying, unsuccessfully, to stabilize this place for any significant period of time.

At the end of world war I, with the end of the Ottoman empire, the British—in their ‘sun never sets’ colonialism—cobbled together the three major ethnic, religious, and political divisions centered around the cites of Mosul, Baghdad, and Basra into one artificially united country of iraq. The supposedly independent iraq was formed in 1932, the British and French and several Arab nations went back and forth in their efforts to ‘guide’ the ostensible king for a block of years, then came a revolution in 1958, the Arabs and Kurds supposedly uniting after the execution of the previous king, then a military coup in 1963, then another military coup in 1968 and the start of Ba’ath regime, Saddam Hussein officially followed Bakr in about 1979, a huge war with Iran over territory in 1980-88, and another against Kuwait in 1991.

In one paragraph, you can’t quite get the intrigue and intricacy of this part of the world, but you can see that it has been a series ‘iron hand’ rulers that have kept it bound together as anything vaguely resembling a single nation for anything more than a year or two.

And in we waltz, expecting this coalition of disparate peoples to suddenly have some huge patriotic surge of unifying democratic fervor, that all the chunks of a democracy would simply fall into place, that we would boot out one asshole dictator and not expect a few dozen other pretenders to well up to fill the power vacuum left by Saddam's end.

Duh! Who the fuck do we the in the US think we are? How jingoistic, stupid, insular, egotistical, self-important, arrogant, and short-sighted could we be to think that just because we have lived one way for 200 years, another place halfway around the world with a totally different history and ethnic makeup would suddenly discard more than 3,000 years of history to suck up to what we seek to impose (once again by force) from the outside?

So even in the giddy american glee at a quick, nearly painless victory over Saddam, why did this past week’s hostility surprise any of us? Americans look at our 200-year history as if it were eternity, the ultimate limit to human experience. But if we would look at England, France, Japan, China, Egypt, or Mesopotamia, then we might understand one reason that we americans are perpetually short-sighted and always too hurried to reach a quick and superficial fix for a major and unfathomably complex problem.

And what do I propose that we do now? In the rudest vernacular, the US should bend over and grease up, because we are about to get roughly fucked by something huge and unstoppable that enjoys hurting us, something that we do not at all comprehend.

We are getting screwed and we will not even admit that we begged for it. We can’t ask the international community for help; we told them of fuck off and die a year ago, and they sure the hell do not want a part in this losers game now. We could pump a few thousand more troops into Iraq, which will probably happen soon, but it will not solve the basic problems. We will still be there shooting until the revolution at home begins, and government here finally admits that george w fucked it up, the cowards in the congress went along with him, and then we might finally get the hell out, just like the helicopters scrambling from Saigon rooftops 30 years ago.

iraq always has been, and always will be, totally ungovernable as a single, united democracy. we will eventaully learn this the in the most difficult and humiliating way.

Get ready to eat a shitload of political crow boys, we were wrong, we stuck our little circumcised american wieners in where they did not belong, we all knew it, and we are about to reap the results of our dim witted polices and international youth and inexperience.

april 10, 2004: and fuck you too…

I am sorry that my cam signal has been particularly unstable today, but I have been bothered with a especially annoying asshole hacker, some spamming jackass with no marketable skill, or some bored adolescent who needs badly to go get laid.

I finally got the fucker, but this one was such an asshole about it, that I will take a heretofore unprecedented step by inviting anyone to annoy this jackass intruder: his persistent IP address is currently 68.73.156.19, for those of you who do not know, that IP is on the Ameritech DSL system's server in Hoffman Estates, Illinois. So feel free to hack him back and jam up his DSL wires so bad that his computer will shit its pants.

Whoever you are, I have the time, I have the tools, I have the hatred. I will find you and I will kill your signal, every fucking time...

And so, a lot of Ameritech users will not be able to get my cam signal for a while, but until your DSL company gets on the ball and deals with assholes like this one, that is your tough luck for having a do-nothing ISP.

april 02, 2004: I’m no fool…

I deliberately did not blog anything close to April first, since it probably would be assumed to be an April Fool’s Day joke; I may kid you now and again, gentle readers, but I am not so conventional that I would do it on the same day as every other asshole in the US. I hate April Fools Day, just as mush as I disrespect all religious holidays. It is a mindless mass of people doing mindless shit because somebody thinks that it is the fun thing to do. (I do respect birthdays, since they belong to one person that I know and admire, not to a flock of sheep-like idiots.)

I will tip my hat to the BBC for their 1957 April Fools Day joke: apparently there was at that time a quite serious news program on BBC, Panorama, sort of a British 60 Minutes of its day. And with perfect seriousness on April 1, 1957, they broadcast “The Swiss Spaghetti Harvest.”

And so it is time to catch up: it is now two weeks since I added to this dogpile of drivel. I thought that I should at least say, “hello,” so that nobody would think I am dead, brain-damaged, or kidnapped and tied up in a Motel 6 somewhere along highway 41 in South Florida, sweating in the heat as I am raped repeatedly by six horny tomato pickers from Ruskin. (Hey, I can dream, can’t I?)

As for politics, I am reading Richard Clarke’s Against All Wars, and I’ll let you know what I think of it when I am finished. If it is true, as I expect that it is—albeit with some literary license on Mr. Clarke’s part—it is scary stuff, but not as scary as leaving gwb around for an additional four years. Anyway, get a copy and judge for yourself. Every Republican scoundrel seems to have his own John Dean somewhere, and for gwb, Richard Clarke and Paul O'Neill are it.

Dr. Congolia Rice* has been allowed to testify before the 9/11 commission, under oath. This really shocked me, since gwb is such a pissy little ass about doing things his own way regardless of advice, public sentiment, or party opinion. I guess this time the heat was just too much for an election year. Give gwb some bullets and he’ll shoot himself in the foot every time.

What I’d love to see is gwb and Dickless Cheney testifying in public, under oath. Ha! To lie or to choke? That is the question... They are going to testify without benefit of oath, and do it together, as ‘pair’. (Not as ‘a couple’, just as ‘a set’ of two. Hmmm, what is the difference after all? Maybe I should ask the Massachusetts Supreme Court.) I can only assume that this is so Cheney can keep his hand up gwb’s ass to make his mouth move like any good ventriloquist’s wooden-headed dummy.

I have added my cam to the list of cam links at flyguylive.com, and if I do say so myself, my cam’s rating has climbed quite quickly in the first few days. But to maintain a ranking, it will need some votes as time goes by (you must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss, my fly is just my fly…). Ehhrr...hmmmmm. Rick's Cafe this is not. Anyway, do not flood them with fake votes, but if you are watching my cam and enjoy what you see, please take a second to click the vote link and rate me whatever you think my cam is worth. Thanks guys.

(PS: If anybody gets my “Congolia” allusion, drop me an email describing it, with a properly attributed quote, and I’ll sing your praises to the trivia and punning world at large.)

march 15. 2004: the last minority

This is such an insignificant thing that I almost did not notice it. I do not usually pay attention to pickup truck ads anyway.

There is a recent Chevy truck ad on tv; it is basically funny in a sort of lower-middle-class way. Five young guys are riding in a Chevy ‘Colorado’ pickup truck, a back guy, an oriental guy, and three caucasians in the back seat. Four of them look a bit disturbed; one is singing, happily and enthusiastically, chiming in with Shinaya Twain on a verse of “I Feel Like a Woman.” The camera cuts from face to face of the five, the four are all looking askance at the singer with a “Why the fuck did we let him get in our truck?” attitude. “Does he not realize that he just sang ‘I feel like a woman’?”

You can almost see the male/male rape scenarios that they fear playing out in their minds.

Then there is one, very quick, two-second shot of two thighs, one thigh inching away from the singing guy’s thigh.

The real point of the ad is that the back seat in this truck is extra-roomy. But the subtext is that even if you are a cool twenty-something guy, you still need to project a sense of all-or-nothing butchness, or else somebody will suspect that you are a fag.

So you can’t stay in business picking on blacks, or orientals, or women, or much of anybody. But a good fag joke can still sell.

march 6, 2004: martha, my dear…

Frankly, I am not very fond of Martha Stewart, her cookbooks, her collectables, or her quirky crafts-y projects, like dressing up a gift bottle of wine with acres of tissue paper, tied with a silk yarn that terminates in two pierced hazelnuts.

But I am frankly quite a bit pissed at the federal judiciary: they can’t get at a huge commercial spammer or a computer virus writer, so they fuck with a minimal adult website operator like me. (You know the governmental drill: if you can't get Osama bin Laden, you can fake them all out by making a big show of getting an emasculated tinhorn despot like Saddam Hussein.)

And they can’t—or won't—get the biggies like Ken Lay of Enron or Tyco’s Dennis Kozlowski, so they pick on Martha’s measly $2.3 million sale of ImClone stock. (Hey, $2.3 million is more than I'll ever see, but Kozlowski spent that much on a tacky birthday party. And it was not even his money to squander; it was money invested by IRA’s, corporate retirement plans, and mutual funds all over the country.)

So they fuck with Martha. At least Martha was fucking around with her own money.

So Martha may end up developing a totally new way to mop toilets with the rhythm and grace of a Nijinsky pas de deux. But I think that she really should practice taking that mop and jamming it up the tight, lying, religious right-wing ass of John Ashcroft and every scumwad Federal Prosecutor out there, crawling, licking through dogshit toward media stardom in order to keep his job as a guardian of American freedom.

march 1, 2004: reality check

Maybe this does not mean anything at all, but I just happened to notice it and thought that it was, if not funny, at least ironic.

In reviewing the hit counts and other statistics for february, the fact jumped out at me that the busiest day in february for this solo j/o website was valentine's day, the 14th.

For all the mythology of instant Hallmark togetherness, romance and roses, chocolates and champagne, quite a few guys were at home whacking their cocks to porn videos or in chat rooms, just like I was.

february 27, 2004: an oh-so-tasteful commercial message

Hey, thanks to those who join BadPuppy through the links on this site. I get a little cut of this for sending them business, and that helps with the considerable expense of running this site as a free service for everyone to enjoy.

BadPuppy is the only membership site that I will link to; I have been a memeber of BadPuppy since 1996 and I think that it is the best gay entertainment site going. If you are going to invest in a BadPuppy membership anyway, I do thank you for doing it from the links on my pages.

february 27, 2004: memories of the omelet girl

Somewhere between my misspent youth and my misspent middle age, I was one of the managers in a curious Peachtree Street restaurant, as noted for its quirky décor and midtown garden as for its somewhat odd array of 24-hour nouveau-diner food. (You could get steak and scampi at 4 AM, or eggs over-easy at 4 PM, or any strange combo that you could dream up at any time of day or night.) Needless to say, the place had a fairly big after-the-bars crowd.

And we had ‘the omelet girl’.

Almost every weekend, at about 3 AM, after last call was over at most of the city’s nightspots, a rather well dressed couple would arrive at the door. The man perfunctorily opened his menu and almost immediately closed it, laying it aside, resting his chin in his hands; he gazed endearingly across the table at the omelet girl.

The trim and quite pretty omelet girl peered with hazy intensity at the menu through eyes bleary with alcohol and god knows what else. After what seemed like a very long read, she would mumble her order to a server: “I’ll have an omelet with cheese and mushrooms. ...And chili, and onions...and peppers. ...And avocado and shrimp. ...Some zucchini and…umm, sour cream, and…umm, green chilies and …thassall.” The number and variety of ingredients always varied, but it was always a lot more than Mark could squeeze into a three-egg omelet. After a few of these orders, the staff began to stretch the point a bit to accommodate her early AM appetite, sometimes using 5 or 6 eggs to bundle the massive ingredient list for her omelet.

The man—I always assumed that he was her boyfriend, maybe a husband, but it was always the same quiet guy—would order his coffee and toast.

He always spoke to her softly, with apparent good humor and interest. I was never sure if she answered him verbally or was just nodding assent to his comments.

When the food arrived, she would always take a bite or two of the omelet and then literally fall asleep at the plate, sometimes propped on one elbow, sometimes dozing on an outstretched forearm, a few times with one delicate cheekbone right in the eggy smorgasbord. He would sip coffee, place a dab of strawberry preserves on his toast and nibble at it, occasionally reaching across the table to stroke her hair away from her face, out of her plate; stroke her cheek. Sip of coffee, bite of toast.

After 20 or 30 minutes, when it was clear that she was not going to have anymore of the omelet, the man would pay the check, rise and stand behind her chair, massaging the back of her neck and her shoulders, encouraging her with soft words, until she was able—with his assistance—to get to her feet and be led out of the restaurant. That was all we saw of them, until the next weekend.

If that isn’t love, I do not know what is.

february 25, 2004: self-indulgence

Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday to me,
Happy birthday, happy birthday,
Happy birthday to me.

(and to my buddy, jp, too.)

february 23, 2004: justifiable anger
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february 23, 2004: wakin' up in a cold sweat

OK, so I am not always politically minded; some things just strike me as funny. I probably watch more TV than I should, but I rarely watch the shows, most of them suck duck dick. I do get a charge out of commercials, though. A few are really good. And a few are so kitschy that they are a bit spooky.

Have you ever noticed the Ovaltine commercials? They are really funny because the acting is so bad that you have got wonder, ‘What they were thinking?’ And the fact that they never have a soundtrack shows that they were made on the cheap. (Hey, Alfalfa, my uncle has a barn! We can make the costumes! Let's put on a commercial, Darla!) The manufacturer, Himmel Nutrition, apparently does not believe in wasting money on talent, scripts, or music. The surprised mom who always has to make more Ovaltine is bad enough. But weird Uncle Harold has to go!

At least that is what I call him, Weird Uncle Harold. You know the very slightly chunky, slightly effeminate guy in an apron and a counterman's paper cap, who leans on a pushcart in the park or at the skating rink? He sends shivers up my spine! If I ever saw that guy around a park in my neighborhood with a flock of pre-adolescent kids following him, I’d run for the police. This guy is scary. I can just see him in a dim alleyway, “Hey little boy, want some...Ovaltine? Heh heh heh heh!” I mean this guy should be peddling his Ovaltine around Neverland with Michael Jackson at his side. What a horrible thought that is. (Does anybody remember those photos of John Wayne Gacy in his clown makeup and costume? Bingo!)

Another web pundit thinks that his cart is way too big to hold just Ovaltine, that the rest of it is full of body parts of dismembered youngsters. I do not think that this is quite the case: I think it is full of juvenile undies that he keeps as souvenirs.

Either way, he is not a very good pitchman for a product that moms must buy while thinking of their kids. I can just see the archetypical mom and her shopping list: “potato chips; mac and cheese; 2-liter coke; Ovaltine…eeeeuuuuuughhhh! Oh! No, no! Let me see, Nestlé Quik; hamburger meat…”

february 21, 2004: unsafe in any election

If Ralph Nader runs for president again, so help me, I will join the fucking NRA, buy an Uzi, and go hunting for that sniveling, whining, sorry old corvair-driving, politically-impotent ass, just like he was a spotted owl nesting in old-growth timber. The arrogant, egotistical asshole. Go back and live in a cave, Ralph, go live in your 1970 fantasy, go watch your Emerson black-and-white TV, and chew wheat germ and organic raisins till your butt falls off. The rest of us have important issues on our plates and we do not need you in the way any fucking longer. You were washed up as of Tuesday, November 7th, 2000.

Get stuffed, would you please?

february 20, 2004: defining redefinition

For all of the Republican conservatives’ purported disdain at ‘redefining’ anything—as gays are supposed to be ‘redefining marriage for the nation’—they sure love to redefine things when it suits them.

Today, Greg Mankiw, the chairman of the White House Council of Economic Advisors, tried to blunt criticism of the bush administration's unprecedented loss of manufacturing jobs in the US. Mankiw went on to explain that it is now, for some inexplicable reason, difficult to determine what is a service job, and what is a manufacturing job. He posited that flipping a burger at McDonald's was in fact a manufacturing job since the employee was making something new out of raw materials. (Maybe Greg does not know the difference between raw materials and quick-frozen materials?) “When a fast-food restaurant sells a hamburger, for example, is it providing a ‘service’ or is it combining inputs to ‘manufacture’ a product?”

Fuckit, Greggy, I am no economic genius, but even I can see that taking a ton of steel, glass, rubber and aluminum, then turning it into a car is a very different thing than taking a frozen beef patty, burning it, and sticking it between two pieces of bread. One job adds a lot of value; the other just adds a lot of grease and very little value. If you minced your words any finer, you could sell them as fecal purée. (Without redefinition, that is “a blender full of shit,” Greg, in case you forgot how to speak in straightforward, unambiguous phrases.) Do you really think that we do not see through this verbal offal and laugh our asses off at you and your soon-to-be-ex-boss?

So here we go redefining again: Just like the ultimate conservative icon Ronald Regan did when he redefined ketchup and pickle relish as nutritious vegetables for school lunches so as to save a paltry 200,000 dollars on a multi-billion dollar deficit.

We now have an etymological sense of where the “no child left behind act” and the “healthy forests act” got their names, a sense of how the bush administration, for the purposes of healthcare, redefined the word ‘child’ to mean anything from conception to age 19. If you do not like the definition, just make it sound the way that works best for you. “Give ’em the old Razzle-Dazzle, Razzle-dazzle ’em. Show ’em the first rate sorcerer you are! Long as you keep ’em way off balance, how can they spot you've got no talents….”

february 17, 2004: just random thoughts today

• Al Sharpton for Secretary of Clarity:

I propose a new cabinet level position for Al Sharpton: Secretary of the Department of Bullshit Detection and Political/Media Clarity. This position would replace the current Homeland Security Department, do just as much—if not more—good, and also save about $40 billion in the process.

Al seems to have a natural talent for cutting though the idiocy of politically correct doubletalk, and media’s language mangling and foot-in-mouth disease. (As an example of the latter affliction: the curious teleprompter-driven prose of Wolf Blitzer, whose verbal punctuation follows the line breaks in the copy as it scrolls across the electronic idiot card.)

In a double-pronged barb hurled during the Wisconsin debate, Sharpton skewered both gw bush and the imbecilic questioner, Gloria Borger (US News and World Report, CNBC), when she asked the poorly phrased, McNugget-style, over-rehearsed question:

“Do you believe that the president knowingly lied to the American people?” (Tell us Ms. Borger, how does one unknowingly prevaricate?) Borger got a pat, simplistic, formulaic answer to her pat, simplistic, formulaic question from Kucinich.

Sharpton dealt with dubya’s duplicity and Borger’s stupidity a tidy phrase:

"If he did know he was lying, it was lying—that’s even worse," Sharpton said. "Clearly, he lied. Now if he is an unconscious liar and doesn't realize when he's lying, then we're really in trouble."

Keep cutting through the bullshit, Al; it’s a tough job but somebody’s got to do it. God knows we don’t have anyone like Eric Sevaried and Robin McNeil around any more.

• daddy and dubya: will they never learn?

Daddy George Herbert Walker Bush pushed the ‘read my lips: no new taxes’ line hard in his election bid. It was his one ticket into the White House. And then he raised taxes, and he got booted out of office. Son dubya pushed the ‘I am trustworthy’ shit hard in his bid against Al Bore, uh…Gore. His whole future was predicated on his honesty, integrity, and strength of character. Then dubya proceeded to perpetrate a fraud like ‘no child left behind,’ skew Medicare drug benefits to favor the drug manufacturers at the expense of seniors, to lie and dissemble over WMD, and maybe fudge his service record. It looks like gw is about to follow his father’s footsteps a bit closer than he might have wished. We shall see. But there is a theme here worthy of a 15th century morality play. Wonder if they will ever get it?

• was george awol or just advantaged?

I tend to fret less over the fact that gw bush may have skipped a few guard sessions in Alabama in 1973 than I do about how he skipped to the top of the approval list over about a hundred other previous applicants. Was it skill, intelligence, diligence? Or was it the fact that his papa was a US Congressman from Texas and it was the Texas National Guard that was to quickly skip over others in order to accept the dimwitted and drunken gw bush? The latter has a better than 50/50 chance.

• howard dean: the SPAM candidate?

The internet gave us SPAM and it also gave us howard dean for president. Pundits hail dean's innovative use of the internet to motivate support and to raise campaign contributions. But dean seems to have gotten a bit out of control.

Is it likely that howard dean will become the eternal candidate of 2004 and beyond? Someone who will become like SPAM in your inbox? Someone who will not go away, no matter what you do, no matter how useless it is, no matter how ignored and ineffectual it has become? It may shout at you about mortgage rates or about online viagra prices or about where the candidate is going to win next, but you just tune it out and hit the delete key anyway. Trouble is, with dean and with SPAM, you have to keep hitting the delete key until you have an advanced case of carpal tunnel syndrome.

If I see howard still out stumping in February of 2005, I think that it will be time for somebody to call the doctors to fetch him back in a nice, white dinner jacket with really, really, really long sleeves.

february 12: 2004: anybody remember duct tape?

One year ago this week, our fearless leaders in washing-dc-town were telling us (probably one hour after buying millions of shares of HomeDepot stock) that we could fend off any terrorist attack by the judicious application of duct tape and plastic sheeting. “Oh goody!” we thought to ourselves, “Now I can go back to schlepping my 3 miles-per-gallon SUV around the corner to the 7-11 for a bag of Tostitos without worrying about sending too much oil money to the people on the globe that hate us the most! All I have to do its to stock up on duct tape and polyvinylchloride sheets! Whew! What a fucking relief! Aren’t george w and john ashcroft and tom ridge just a’wonnerful, a’wonnerful? T’ank you boys.”

The duct tape fallacy echoed a similar event that occurred before my time, but my elder siblings remember it well: “Duck, and cover!” A real good idea; as if hiding under a school desk and bunching yourself into a little ball would help save your ass in case an atomic bomb fell on you. Right; sell me the Alamo next time. That real estate bargain is more believable than ‘duck and cover’. Maybe this was just a tacit condescension to reality, an admission by government that if a bomb fell, we were fucked anyway, so why not go out in a flurry of self-fellatio and some last-chance, under-the-desk sexual activity by horny but guilt-ridden kids of all ages. What did those kids have to lose after all? Their virginity? Their lives? Their molecular structure? Surely not their innocence!

This duct tape advisory came just a week after the prez announced a new high, the (then) unheard of $2.2 trillion dollar budget. (New York Times, February 4, 2003, Tuesday, “Bush's $2.2 Trillion Budget Proposes Record Deficits”) This year we are up to $2.4 trillion in spending, and $521 billion of that is borrowed: we haven’t got it, but still we spend it like we were printing it in the basement, which, in fact, is exactly what we are doing. (The decimal point is misleading: that difference between $2.2 and $2.4 is not like 2/10^th of a degree on a thermometer, it is $200,000,000,000.00 bucks. Two hundred thousand, thousand, thousand dollars. Two tenths of a degree on a thermometer I can ignore; $200,000,000,000.00 I cannot even choke down.

So one year later, what happened to the duct tape? Well, duct tape was on sale the last time I was in HomeDepot; free-market economics, supply and demand, right? Low demand, low prices. Is this another confession that the whole scam was just a stupid publicity stunt, just a scare tactic, smoke and mirrors? Re-election lies to sucker the brainless masses in the US? Like Saddam’s vaunted weapons of mass destruction that nobody has been able to find in the last 12 years?

I am waiting for the next big lie: “Ooops! We were wrong from the very start! Osama bin Laden is really a nice guy! In light of new Securities and Exchange Commission regulations, we did a background check on good ’ol Osama—’Sam’ as I call him—when he bought a few million shares of Halliburton, and he seems like a real swell guy to do business with. Sorry, we rushed to judgment before; just forget about it. We were, of course, always right about Saddam; but my new buddy ‘Sam’ is a pretty nifty guy and a real savvy investor. We need more guys with confidence in the American economy; it keeps us free.”

And we probably will do just that: forget the fuck all about it.

february 9, 2004: the really ugly ‘american’

First, an American Airlines pilot treats Brazilian authorities with utter disrespect, flipping them a bird, apparently doing so in the name of every american citizen. And now another one uses the cockpit as a personal pulpit to proselytize a very, very captive audience.

American Airlines Pilot Plugs Christianity
ASSOCIATED PRESS
February 8, 2004

NEW YORK (AP) -- An American Airlines pilot asked Christians on his flight to identify themselves and suggested the non-Christians discuss the faith with them, the airline said.

The case was handed over to the airline's personnel department for an investigation, spokesman Tim Wagner said Sunday. “It falls along the lines of a personal level of sharing that may not be appropriate for one of our employees to do while on the job,” he said earlier.

American's Flight 34 was headed from Los Angeles to New York's John F. Kennedy Airport on Friday when the pilot asked Christians on board to raise their hands, Wagner said. The pilot, whose name was not released, told the airline that he then suggested the other passengers use the flight time to talk to the Christians about their faith, Wagner said.

Passenger Amanda Nelligan told WCBS-TV of New York that the pilot called non-Christians “crazy” and that his comments “felt like a threat.” She said she and several others aboard were so worried they tried to call relatives on their cell phones before flight attendants assured them they were safe and that people on the ground had been notified about the pilot's comments.

The pilot also told passengers he would be available for discussion at the end of the flight. Wagner said the pilot had just returned to work from a weeklong mission trip to Costa Rica.

Because of privacy issues, there would likely never be any announcement about what kind of punishment or reprimand the pilot may face, Wagner said. The pilot was not scheduled to fly during the weekend, he said.

AA’s response to this latest affront was cowardly and must be rephrased in strong terms of stern disapproval; this christian loony must apologize, and in some real way be shown that this behavior is unacceptable. Ground him for a month, fire his sorry ass, nail him to a cross if that is what he wants.

AA gets away with a wimpy-ass statement like: “may not be appropriate for one of our employees to do while on the job.” Fuck that and fuck American Airlines! . Had a non-christian made similar comments on an airliner, the FBI would be on the case, and the whole of AA would be under investigation as a matter of national security. Hell, if someone in a headcloth even raised a hand to ask permission to take a piss, guns would be drawn; and this dickhead self-professed christian leader sky-guy asks for all the christians to do a holy-roller, glossolalian ecstasy wave in the cabin? What's next if this nut keeps his job? Snake-handling during takeoff? Self-immolation on the flight deck?

Give me strength. And a double vodka, neat.

No wonder that the international community hates americans and all things named 'american’. (Remember ‘freedom fries’? what an asshole stupid thing that was! ) The word ‘american’ should not mean ‘zealous christian’ any more than it means ‘disrespectful jingoist asshole’. Does anybody see the monumental double-standard here? Or am I alone in my paranoid clarity again?

february 3, 2004:

For gods sake! Somebody please tell John Kerry to knock off the “royal we”.

In his (way too fucking long and dull) speech tonight, he must have said “we will do this and that,” “we will not tolerate this and that,” “we will strive for this and that” at least 150 times! You sound like HRH Queen Liz’beth II with bronchitis. Or worse, sounded like her son Prince Chuckie with some balls attached.

Get a grip, John; you can say, “I will do this and that,” or “We all will do this and that.” But get off the Senatorial podium, big guy, you sound pompous, pretentious, and preachy. Nobody wants a president who sounds like their junior high school principal. After 19 years in the Senate, I know that you think your feet don't get dirty when you step in dogshit, but trust me, you can’t win a race if you keep sounding like you are above the rest of us, the voters whose suport you will desperately need.

Learn it quick, you walking ad for Marfan's syndrome; if you fuck it up this time, you will not get another chance.

february 3, 2004: cbs' black eye

How many fuckups can CBS pull in one season? Well, the count is still climbing.

After the big brouhaha over the Ronald Reagan pseudo-fako-bio-epic, CBS told the anti-gw bush political group MoveOn.org that their ad “Child's Pay” (http://www.bushin30seconds.org/view/01_large.shtml) would not be permitted during this year's Super Bowl (while they tacitly approve White House's Office of National Drug Control Policy ads claiming that drug abuse is related to terrorism).

Now they are apologizing for the fact that Janet Jackson's breast ba-flooped out of her leather gladiator's outfit (holy Steve Reeves, Batman!) during the halftime show.

Frankly, I probably would not notice Ms. Jackson’s right boob unless it was on my dinner plate next to the risotto and the haricots vert. And I only watched the last three minutes of the Super Bowl because my hometown team was playing in it for the first time ever. But banning the MoveOn.org ad still gets a bit under my skin. Maybe it is solely because gw bush gets under my skin. Or maybe it is because the banned ad is not anything that can be defined as profane or unfit for all audiences. Standards and Practices would never be able to remove it from the air; it was an executive decision at CBS that killed it.

Ads for Budweiser are OK, so is a flurry of ads for the Viagra/Levitra/Cialis pecker-perker-upper drugs, as are ads for cola and chips and cheeseburgers. So what am I left to conclude? That in the US, it is ok to buy shit, but it is not to think.

I wish that I could say that I’d boycott CBS, but their programming sucks so bad that I have not watched it since about 1996 (during the warm-and-fuzzy decline of Murphy Brown). And I have not watched CBS News since Cronkite left when I was about 16.

So what can you do to express displeasure with, or to threaten, a wimpy, weak-kneed, cowering former giant, almost suffocating under its own weight and middle-of-the-road, shoddy product? Not much. Just keep ignoring the things they do that make them money and keep slogging away at the advertisers who pay their bills.

january 30, 2004: flaw-ida update:

I know, I usually don’t post here twice in one day, but sometimes the news just goes that way.

Yesterday two florida Department of Juvenile Justice nurses surrendered to police after letting a boy in their custody die of appendicitis while he was sitting in a hallway chair. Wasn’t as if they were busy; they had three days since the boy's first complaint during which to examine him, and, after he died, one of the nurses took the time to go back and falsify the records in order to cover her ass. But that is just how shit goes sometimes in the Sundown state.

Maybe some of the approximately 1,000 kids that just somehow “got lost” by the florida child welfare system last year were luckier; at least they had a chance to escape a slow, excruciatingly painful death from institutionalized medical neglect. In a response somewhat similar in its compassion to changing the official records like the nurse did, larry pintacuda, assistant secretary of operations for the florida department of children and families said, “kids come and they go.”

If uncle jeb bush could just figure a way to transform those pesky, mostly latino and black floridians into a palatable additive for orange justice, hey, maybe he could turn an annoying expense into a profitable venture. I can see it now: “New! high-protein tropicana! All natural, hand-squeezed by florida’s best state employees! (darker-tinted juice is a natural by-product of our patented bush-whacker high-protein concentrate and is safe to drink.)”

And today, US Circuit Judge Gene Stephenson said to a defendant in a rape case: “Why would you want to rape her? She doesn't look like a day at the beach.”

OK, Judge; I’ll treat you the same way: “Hey, Your Honor, how do you manage to pee out of that little wrinkle you call a dick? I guess it may not look so funny to you, since you can't see below your waist anyhow. Lose some weight, tubbo!”

january 30, 2004: brother al tells it

As has been the case for most of this stultifyingly stupid and say-nothing primary season, about the only candidate who is shooting straight (and with both barrels blazing) has been Al Sharpton. In last night's SC primary debate, he unleashed a few trenchant gems that deserve repeating, for they will surely not be outdone for gut level honesty and quiet clarity by any of the bumfuzzling, double-talking, pc-speak candidates who might end up with the nod from the (m)ass audience:

“I think that we cannot go quickly past the president giving the wrong premise to the American people to get support ... Had he said 'We're going to war because Saddam Hussein is a bad guy,' the public would not have rallied around that effort. We were told that in the wake of 9/11 we were in imminent danger from weapons of mass destruction. We cannot allow him to change this now and say that we were just after Hussein because he was a bad guy. Everybody knows Hussein was a bad guy. ... We should find a way to get rid of bad guys, but lying to the American people is not the way to go about it.”

“Mr. Bush and some of his crowd have said that they represent the Christian view against the Islamic view. I don't think that Christ could join most of their churches. Supporters of the Bush administration talk about how they represent Christianity. I don't think that they represent Christianity any more than some of these murderers represent Islam. Let's not blame the religion. Let's blame those that use the religion to do some ruthless, deadly, wicked acts.”

And, after correcting the snottily supercilious moderator, Mr. Brokaw, over the not-so-subtle difference between “the nation of Islam” and “Islamic nations”, Sharpton went on:

“We should build relationships with these Islamic nations around the world. … They would become our partners if we engaged in partnership. I don't think that the way we do that is attacking their religion and trying to make like our religion is better.”

You go, girl! You are a refreshing voice, Al. The sad thing is, if you were white, you’d probably be president. Our loss, I guess.

january 25, 2004: pissed…

So I did it; really blew my stack and rubbed a few people the wrong way.

Last Saturday, I had a few guests in my webcam show, and we were having a pretty good, fun evening. At one point, as I was teasing the viewers and taking a big toy up my ass, one guy called me ‘a wuss’ since I was not doing it the way he wanted.

I paused for a minute and tried to explain that that I would not tolerate any words that tried to make me a ‘fake woman’ (boi-cunt, man-pussy, stuff like that); I am a man and even though I do like to get fucked, I have nothing female about me, and I resent that sort of 1960’s thinking: it smacks of the nasty old stereotypes about gay men: you know, that we would be women if we could get rid of our dicks, that we are somehow defective females, not functional males, crap like that. It irritates me and I just will not have it on my chat or in my face.

So less than three minutes later, when this same guy said, “C’mon, you should take it like a man...” that to me was tantamount to calling me less than a man, a fake woman, a neuter gender thing, a eunuch, a hermaphrodite. He went on, “I should kick your ass...”

At that point I blew fucking up. I shouted into the microphone, “OK! That is it! You are over the line, that is the end of the show; get the fuck out of here.” And, for the first time ever, I pulled the plug on a show with guests still watching.

I am not trying to justify my actions, they do not need any justification, but I am putting these comments here incase anyone has any misapprehensions about what I consider insulting and what I will not tolerate from anybody who is a guest in my live shows. Nobody would call anyone by a conventional racial epithet; you would not call a black man 'boy' and you would not call a hispanic man 'hey, chico'. If I ask you not to say certain things, just don’t fucking do it.

Get it? Got it? Good.