MrMary is prepared for everything. You can rest assured that if my blog got famous I would delete it or stop writing on it. It’s been a while since I looked at my daily views. You see I write for specific reasons.
I feel that the human voice collectively as well as individually is gradually being silenced. That individual spark that makes us who we are is being replaced by societal political and economic ideologies that we are forced to espouse in order to live the shattered lives we all lead . Blogging is a means to an end; it allows me to communicate and interact despite the heavy clouds of disillusionment and cynicism. It is a redemptive act because the want to connect with others is sincere. I would sincerely like to connect to people. Fame changes all of that.
The more people are attracted to you the more superficial their connection to you is I feel. Then there is this possessiveness and pressure to produce ceaseless because some want to be entertained. Of course the more and more you accede to these demands the more you lose that connection with the inspirations that started you blogging in the first place. The want to connect sincerely and fame do not follow all the time
You Would Leave Us ?
Not completely, my email will always be mrmarymf.poppins@gmail.com but the real question or maybe a more involve question is what’s more important to you the reader the writing and stuff that come out of me or the person behind it. I think I have done a good job of blurring the lines here between MrMary and I.
It has been said that to walk through a garden is to walk through the mind of the Gardener. For the few of you who regularly read this blog, you have walked through my mind, its something raucous humor, it’s absurd recapitulations of the days events, the sometimes poetic propensities, and some other crazy stuff. I have offended some of you, I have made you laugh, I have opened topic for discussion, and shared with you some of my more human moments. I am more than satisfied with what I have been doing here on ASpoonfulofSuga. I have 2 other blogs and I havent shown them any love. I am drawn to write here so here I continue to do so but every things has its heyday and then fades. Before I left though I would do leave in an over the top fashion.
Seriously
There is a song in French I remember hearing a lot as a young lad. It told a story of the locksmiths daughter who was a bit strange, she use to hide in a charrette, like a cart if I remember correctly, staring far out into no-where , which used to unsettle the other kids. To add to the strangeness she used to speak aloud – she was in her own little word which made her doll-like voice all the more strange.
One day the other kids in the neighbourhood decided to hide nearby so that they could hear what she was was saying without being detected. and she said some very simple things: ‘Give me some bread to eat tomorrow, Give me eyes to see the blue sky, give me your hand.” It is of course more poignant in French. Sometimes I feel that these blog post are like that, in the sense that there are moments of levity in my day, brief moment of respite where I am drawn to sit in front of the computer and write. Usually I have no plan, after I write I don’t edit and leave things raw. Actually quite often I come back to these post and read them and they make me laugh and shake my head. I am writing as much as possible for sincerity and to share the my vision of things as it comes into focus.
I don’t know how compatible that is with fame ?
I would use those 5 minutes of fame before I disappeared to promote other people’s blog and some hum,humanitarian causes I’m passionate about. I had great “conversation” this weekend with some other bloggers, and ran into some new faces. Check these bloggers out:
http://levantwoman.wordpress.com/ I have rarely read a blog as touching and raw http://tarnishedsophia.wordpress.com – Honest sincere thoughts and comments, I would invite her to starbucks for coffee or some pumpkin spiced over priced bullshit and just talk. She plays PS3 too, which means that she really fucking cool. I might have to test her skills in MK9 http://www.daanvandenbergh.com/ – Daan is a real person, meaning he isn’t full of shit, he is about something When I make it to the Netherlands we are gonna shoot the shit and drink some beer Heineken first then maybe onto a Dutch Witbier ( thats not a sexual move you do with a Dutch girl named Tess or Lotte, it’s a type of beer)
Anyways
What about You, What would you do if your blog got famous
This might just be the best way to address Gender Inequality.
In London, two long-time friends Alison Schwartz and Alexandra Chong have an app that helps women anonymously gossip about men. On Lulu, men aren’t allowed in, and women can anonymously rate them without their consent. The men, who are all guys the women know via Facebook, are rated on a scale of one to ten. Their profiles are automatically pulled in when the women they know access Lulu. When rating a man, women are prompted to share how they know him (friend, ex-girlfriend, etc), then asked to check off all the good and bad qualities about the man that apply.
The tone is playful and funny. Quality hashtags include #Big Feet and #One Woman Man for pros, and #Obsessed With His Mom and #Napoleon Complex for cons. The women can see how many people have favorited a profile (people following that man’s profile for real-time updates and alerts), and how many women have viewed the profile.
This may be the first step towards reconciliation between the sexes. According to this, objectification was never the issue, it was always that objectification didn’t lead to an increase in $ or wealth. Also many people have gotten engaged because of this app and doomed themselves to a mediocre life. They seem to have all the bases covered. I will add you to my personal FaceBook if You want to Help Objectify me
Disclaimer:When I started this bitterly pressed series it was to poke fun at WordPress‘ Freshly Pressed. At the time anyone who baked anything that looked edible or too high resolution pictures of insects or nature scenes got freshly Pressed. Now things are different and I have no gripe with WordPress. So I decided to use the bitter Pressed Series to vent my quotidian vitriol. The commentary is dark, as is the humour and my skin colour. There will be a lot of offensive things said but all in good fun. If you are not down with that check out another one of my posts
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I came across an article that egregiously insulted my intelligence. I had to write a post refuting this article with a noxious spew of acrid verbal ejaculations. The article is entitled:
7 Ways Exercise Can Prevent Infidelity
Exercise cannot prevent infidelity any more than regular stretching can prevent pain from anal. This article ignores some basic facts about human beings. Once we’re in a long term relationship we spend what’s left of our free time trying to entertain ourselves by looking for new stimuli. There are 200 channels on cable/direct TV, hundreds if not thousands of apps for your SMART phone or favourite electronic device. There are hundreds of cocktails you can drown your sorry existence in. We seek variety, we crave it, we pine for it, the need for variety and novelty is embedded in our history as a species and yet we fool ourselves into thinking that one person will satisfy us when one “anything” has never done so before.
The Truth About Infidelity
Infidelity occurs because you cannot and will never be able to consistently satisfy your partner as completely as they want to be satisfied. Infidelity starts as a psychological condition that eventually manifests physically. By the time we have observed infidelity in action the psychological condition has metastasised . Don’t believe me ?
For the Ladies
Ladies you are happy, house is clean,there’s money in both bank accounts and you are 455 closer to that asinine excuse of a vacation in the islands. Then while in your reverie, your man comes home. He was never much of a talker but he is extra silent. He greets you as he normally would but there is no warmth in it, there is no sign of life behind his eyes. Right before you launch into an excessively long conversation he lets out a heavy sigh. You pause, and hold off telling him the 5 things he needs to change about himself and his world view to give your syphilitic life meaning. You know something is off but he wont tell you.
I’ll tell you. He is at a stage in his life where he remembers what it was like to be an independent being. To have thoughts not interrupted by your incessant demands for entertainment and comfort. He is slowly the more and more he is with you, losing what sense of what it means to be an individual. There is nothing you can do to fix this and actually the more you do, the more you hasten the eventual conclusion of this behaviour. He will resort to going through the motions of his life and the best part of him will be saved for a internal fantasy that you are not part of. It just so happens that the younger women at his job, or down the hall or at the bar will subconsciously pick up on these vibes and knows that if she makes him feel for a minute like a man, if she give him just a little taste of freedom he will go balls deep into that with the fury of a seasoned prisoner in the shower when the new inmates arrive.
For the Guys
Guys – have you noticed your lady just doing some repetitive task quietly? She has this lost and forlorn look in her eyes. She is off in space. See she wants a family in the future, but the world is so large, there are so many things to see. How does one balance the need for novelty for exploration with the need for the expression of a deep seated maternal instinct? Your immaturity and having the emotional intelligence of wet toilet paper doesn’t help. yeah You hang with friend and still make time for her but at night when you tune out with the TV and leave the dishes undone and through your silence, reduce her to a domestic task master, you have effectively silenced her self expression in all the settings you share. Neither of you has matured and your respective baggage become the the barbed wire barrier to any sort of deeper connection. Then some guy gives her attention. He sees her as a person. He can sense that she doesn’t need the maxi-pads with wings because there are so many cob-web down there. The walls of Jericho and Troy eventually fell, it’s only a matter of time before someone lights a torches and cleans up the webs and starts a mining operation.
The Reality
The post industrials age has reduced us to mere consumers, goaded forward by the rewards of our most basal drives.We cannot connect well with ourselves and with others. All our relationships are saturated with feelings of inferiority and failure before they get serious. Until we address this issue, relationships have a slimmer and slimmer chance of being healthy and progressing past sexual indiscretion punctuated by sad attempts at civility. BOTTOM LINE:Exercise wont prevent cheating!!!!!!!!!!!!
Debunking this Bullshit Article
Less Stress
BULLSHIT Stress is unhealthy to your life in an uncountable number of ways. When you’re stressed, your testosterone lowers, you store more body fat, and your body produces cortisol (the “anti-testosterone”) which cripples any confidence or dominance you might have in the relationship. When you work out, stress disappears, and so do all those nasty chemicals that come with it.
THE REALITY – It’s not that biochemically many things happen with cortisol production – that was a bullshit statement. Working out is a stress on the body. I’ve people who have cheated because they weren’t stressed because everything was going good and they needed excitement
Looking Better
BULLSHIT There are plenty of excuses when a partner cheats and one of the most common ones is: “He let himself go and doesn’t work out,” or “She gained 50 pounds after we got married.” It’s your responsibility to stay sexy for the life of your relationship and luckily exercise is a very controllable way to do this.
THE REALITY – Just because you look better doesn’t mean your spouse will say yes! Your spouse whether male or female is petty and wants to hold a grudge and make you pay for every past transgression. If and when sex happens it will be as bland and meaningless as your childhood.
Higher Testosterone
BULLSHIT: If you’re working out regularly, you will have very healthy testosterone levels. As you can guess, adding these hormones to your body makes you more confident, tougher, and a hell of a lot better in the sack. If you are giving your mate the ride of her life, then there’s little incentive for her to look elsewhere.
REALITY: The reality of this will be that, if you are a guy with all that extra testosterone you will be beating your dick like it owes you money in the shower, or if your a woman your box will resemble the Toy R Us warehouse given how filled and stacked with toys it’s going to be. You fundamentally like your spouse but in a weird way you’re tired of their shit and have no one knows what you like best then your imagination because face it, you stopped being a human being after highschool graduation when you entered willingly into the college slave ship to be shaped nad moulded in a sexless, thoughtless drone.
Feeling Better
BULLSHIT: If you’re working out regularly, your body is shooting with endorphins which make you more cheerful and better to be around. Having a powerful vibrancy will make your partner feel very magnetically connected to you and make him or her want to feel some of that energy you’re giving off.
THE REALITY: you didn’t even like those stupid magnetic toys and things you put on your fridge as a child save all that magnetic bullshit for the empty-headed patrons of your local incense, cool rocks/crystals that will to change your energy type-stores. If you’re an asshole being cheery or feeling better won’t make you less of an asshole. Here’s a fucking idea, that money you spend on a gym membership use it instead to abuse hallucinogenic plants which have known side affects of calmness , peacefulness, apathy. Same shit. You’re using the working out as a tool to feel better, not as a tool to understand how you feel what you feel. You’re using it superficially so you will get superficial not-lasting results just like bleaching your asshole (its only good for 2 hours then you take your first shit..)
You Fight Less w/Your Partner
BULLSHIT: Some fighting is always going to happen when you’re in a relationship, but a lot of this gets taken care of simply by taking a romp on the treadmill or doing your free-weights routine.
This picture is unreal as this bullshit that fighting less will prevent you from cheating, old people only fuck in a slow an ugly fashion, there is no happiness in senility
THE REALITY: First off arguments just don’t happen during the times when the gym is open and empty for you to come in, sweat all over and effectively abuse the equipment. Working out will maybe help get some tension out for you but what about that narcissistic troll you live with. Chances are they will want to stew in the emotion and dwell on it while your in the gym so they can unleash unknowable amounts of vitriol on you. You see what happens, your spouse can’t yell back at their supervisor or boss, they cannot yell at their parents for ruining their life, or their ex-boyfriends who tea-bagged them/fucked them over some how and never called the next day.
You on the other hand because you “love” this people have become a toilet for all their shit. While they went and spew all their noxious shit at you you contemplate leaving but you wont because your a pussy, your comfortable and will only have to get with someone else to have the same shit happen.
What about make up sex you say?
One physically nice moment between two horrors. Its like that 5 minute stretch you get to give your legs between bouts of gut wrenching diarrhoea, yeah it feels good but so what.
You’re Less Available
BULLSHIT: The fact is that when you’re at the gym… you’re not at home and you’re not on dates with your significant other.
THE REALITY: You’re now physically unavailable but you have been emotional psychologically and mentally checked out for awhile now
The Jealousy Card
BULLSHIT: A little jealousy can be a powerful part of maintaining a romantic relationship. The truth is that when you say you’re going to the gym, your partner will know you’re around a lot of hard-bodied members of the opposite sex and that your eyes will probably be wandering.
REALITY: When your spouse gets jealous they will only further get insecure about themselves and a whole host of personal self-identity issues will come up creating more problems for you as they will soon close in on themselves to contemplate their own self-worth. How does that extra meal of insecurity anxiety that you just got served with taste like?
Therapist: You know that saying: Either your chasing your own dreams or you’re out there helping someone else chase theirs
MrMary: I think that’s the problem
How so ?
Well dreams are not meant to be chased…. They are an insight a source of inspiration
Could you elaborate further ?
Well, Martin Luther King in his famous speech said I had a dream not I am chasing a dream. To chase a dream is to be asleep in my opinion, which is why in the speech which is brilliant there is this tension created by talking about a dream of equality and the absurdity of the racial tension at the current moment at that point in history. I think our society works and thrives on the carrot and stick method, the reward and punishment method. At every moment there is a carrot to chase right in front of you. You have to do well in elementary school, to get to a good high school, you do good there to get to a good college , and then a good graduate school a good job a corner office , a nice home a retirement fund have kids, and before you know it you ready to die, your prostate is enlarged to the size of a grapefruit or maybe you have had a hysterectomy … You chased a dream and have nothing to show for it at any point
So you have no dreams ?
…… Yeah I want to win the lottery, I want to produce bad music and have people fawn over me and think I am a lot cooler than I am, I want to be in a Toby Keith Music video over enthusiastically taxes two-stepping while he sings about marrying his cousin to keep the good looks in the family, – I would find that eternally hysterical… but after I think those thoughts I laugh and get on with my responsibilities, and with trying as best to be attentive to the moment so I can see what I am called to do…. Wants are infinite Needs are few , to be perceptive enough to know when you’re being called into action for a cause for a reason that has to do more than your self-serving arrogance or cupidity… that happens like a few times a century?
This is why assassination is so poignant
Could you explain that
Well we are so scared to wake up that we judiciously silence forever anyone who might rouse us from our fearful slumber. If someone considered me worthy of assassination that would be an incredible honour. That would mean I lived what I believed in and spoke not just for a moment in a bar to look tough in front of friends to or get that drunk chick home (consensual of course), but for an extended period of time. Nowadays if you look at the news there are not that many people left to assassinate because there are not that many people left. I mean real people who live what they mean, and who can take their eyes away from the carrot being dangled in front of them
PS – I hope MLK is resting in peace the 45 anniversary of his assassination passed recently
Recently I wrote two posts which I talked about feminism and how Western women going topless to support Muslim women seemed to go about it in a way that reconfirmed prejudice and many negative stereotypes. All the points I bought up satirically were highlighted in this article. I have bolded some phrases that really spoke out to me and recapitulate my points.
FEMEN, the “sextremist” feminist group known for staging topless protests, declared yesterday “International Topless Jihad Day” in solidarity with Amina Tyler, a 19 year old Tunisian activist who had received death threats after posting topless pictures of herself to Femen’s Tunisian Facebook page. She had written “Fuck your morals” and “My body belongs to me is not the source of anyone’s honor” in Arabic on her chest, causing religious officials to call for her to be punished by 80 to 100 lashes or even, horrifyingly, by being stoned to death. Following reports that Amina had been admitted to a mental hospital, FEMEN called upon its supporters to protest the “lethal hatred of Islamists – inhuman beasts for whom killing a woman is more natural than recognising her right to do as she pleases with her own body” at Tunisian embassies around the world. Protests occurred in Sweden, Italy, Ukraine, France, and Belgium.
While it is unquestionably necessary, brave, and noble to stand with Amina (who is reportedly not free to move or speak safely), the protests were distressingly and distractingly Islamophobic. A photo from one of shows a white woman with crescent moons covering her nipples, wearing a fake beard, a unibrow penciled in with eyeliner, and a bath towel on her head. Another photo, highlighted on FEMEN’s Facebook page is of a topless woman protesting at a mosque in San Francisco (because, when you’re fighting the good fight of “TITS AGAINST ISLAMISM,” standing topless in front of any mosque anywhere will do) with the following caption:
TODAY IS AMINA TOPLESS JIHAD DAY. I was at the Islamic Mosque in San Francisco. Some Arab guy tried to grab my sign and pushed me in a violent way. My friend stopped him. MY BODY IS MY TEMPLE.
Further down is a cartoon of a woman crawling out from under her burqa to light on fire the beard of a caricature of a Muslim man (or should I say “some Arab guy”?). In the comments, a woman posted a link to an Al Jazeera article about Muslim women counter-protesting the protest, as they rightfully feel that it was condescending and imperialistic in both tone and intent. FEMEN fans responded to her link in the following ways:
“Stupid muslim women. Made brainless by Quran.”
“Stupid slaves!”
You know that there’s something wrong with your protest when its ardent supporters find it appropriate to repeatedly call the women they are “saving” stupid and to affirm that they have no capacity for making decisions of their own.
The counter-protest, Muslimah Pride Day, calls for women to speak out for themselves on social media:
[P]lease post pictures of your beautiful selves, whether you wear hijaab, nikaab or not. This is an opportunity for Muslim women to get a say and show people that we have a voice too, that we come in many different shapes and sizes that we object to the way we are depicted in the west, we object to the way we are lumped in to one homogenous group without a voice of agency of our own.
FEMEN needs to recognize that Muslim women do in fact have agency, and the idea that Muslim women are helpless, passively indoctrinated by the alleged evils of Islam, and desperately need of Western feminist help is oppressive and orientalist.Patriarchy is not specific to Islam — although there are inarguably extreme and truly saddening examples of misogyny in the Muslim community, patriarchy is a global issue.Furthermore, feminism is not only a Western institution — to assume that Muslim women need someone to “speak for” them is insulting to all the grassroots political organizing and activism that Muslim feminists have done. It’s disturbing how a the rhetoric of “women’s liberation” has been co-opted to justify aggression, violence, and prejudice against Muslim communities. In what way is it appropriate to “rescue” women by indulging in and re-circulating essentializing, stereotyped, and offensive depictions of their culture?
Winners re-post this completely with their acceptance speech. This could be written or video recorded. Winners have the privilege of awarding the next awardees! The re-post should include a NEW set of people/blogs worthy of the award; and winners notify them the great news.
MrMary’s Nominees
Upon these folks I best upon the Best Moment Award
I saw on Facebook one of my favorite bloggers post pictures of being in and around NYC. I immediately felt that if I had known he would have been in NYC I would have invited him out for a beer. If He was as cool as I imagine him to be I would have given him a tour through my city. I spent some minutes pondering what that would be like.
In my brief moment of reverie I started thinking about all the places that are important to me in the city. There was that hotel near Grand Central where my first real girl-friend initiated me into the double edge sword of sexual activity. There was the massive rock out on the beach near Coney Island where I feed this one seagull a raw Clam from my hand, the bullet in the floor in my old apartment in Brooklyn that would have taken my father from me while I was in Highschool, the last place in Prospect Park where I saw my friend Philip before he died of AIDS, the first emergency room I had to be rushed too, the pizza shop where my sister and I couldn’t stop laughing for a good hour etc While I could go on and enumerate all these personal places these bright lights that shine in my memory, and it feels nice to think about all these places after so many years, I am quick to realize that no one would want such a tour.
Really when people come to NYC they want to come it to tabula rosa. They want to walk through the city naked with just their expectations, kind of like my first time in that hotel. Thinking about it like that it reminds me of the sky, thousands of cultures around the world looked to the sky and they loved to look at it with their own expectations. The Greeks saw Orion’s Belt differently than the Dogon people, yet its the same 3 stars.
I see NYC very different from someone else. I have lived here, sweated here, tolled under the unbearable weight of trying to make something from myself from the very little I was given by my immigrant parents who while relishing the new opportunitie America had to offer, had difficulty bearing the price coming here exacted from them.
There are millions of stars in the universe but from our skies only a small fraction are visible from the small fraction that are visible We craft stories on to them, The three stars of Orion belt tell a story an ageless story however unique and different the stories we as species craft onto them. The Brooklyn Bridge, the Jackie Robinson, Prospect Park to me tell an ageless story – The longer I sit here write about the story the closer I come to experiencing maybe asymptotically how it’s really life’s story and I am just one color in its vast canvas or maybe judging by how hard I type in the night on the keyboard, maybe a single sound in the symphony.
There are millions of memories in my mind it seems, but from where I sit at the computer, only a fraction are visible. I am unsure at this moment whether they tell a story or whether I have projected my story on them, but for now in this moment, I have feel my self smiling the half smile I do when I notice I am about to get a little too sentimental about the past. My favourite blogger whether he knows it or not shares in the story even without his drinking a beer with me, but that’s all good because right now everything seems possible in this moment, and that always, well under the cover of night, seems to be much better than what tomorrow will be bringing me.
I am not sure why I got awarded the Best Moment Award. According to the site:
Awarding the people who live in the moment, The noble who write and capture the best in life, The bold who reminded us what really mattered - Savoring the experience of quality time.
I think it’s very touching that someone or some people think I am living in the moment and that I fit this bill. I thank you a lot for thinking so highly of me. I want to thank my readership. Those of you who really consistently read what I put out there. Every time I write on here it really for you ladies and gents, honestly. I want to thank the people I have and will collaborate with. You really force me to look at things differently and that helps me grow in some way. Also I should thank all the people who have found offence with what I have said and the sometimes juvenile way in which I joke around, you’ve forced me to be more responsible with my writing and more aware what I put out into the world.
THE WINNERS OF THE BEST MOMENT AWARD ARE:
Check out all the winners, they are really great bloggers !
it sucked. I strained my eyes and it kicked my ass I am at the computer with shades on at night. The light hurts my eyes and adds to this headache that hasn’t gone away for 2 days now. Well Enough of my moaning
Got to Give a Happy BDay to Big Mama Smiles, AKA Becca from the internationally reknown 25tofly blog. Her blog is WordPress’ proverbial house of the Rising son, many a poor boy like myself have spent a lot of time there over the last year when we should have been at work ducking out bosses and trying to get out early without anyone noticing. I have nothing to give Big Mamma because I am scared to cross the Mason Dixon line but until I conquer my fear here is a personalize card just for you.
I have been blogging here for a year and change and its been a pretty amazing experience. I thought it would be interesting to share my thoughts and views on blogging, blogs and bloggers every few months. It’s kind of like FDR’s fireside chats but fewer calories, less bullshit but more taste. When I started blogging about five years ago things were so different. When I think of blogging then the image of someone sticking their foot into the water to see how cold it is comes to mind. Now things are different, companies are hiring people to manage their blogs, grow their twitter feeds. Blogging is a business now, you can make money with your blog in a host of way, or you get a job through your blog as a writer for a magazine that addresses whatever niche you write or pontificate about. That’s pretty amazing to me.
The one thing that drew me to blogging was the lack of the commercial feel to it. It used to feel, well more than than it does now, that people were sincerely talking and sharing and joking around not for likes although that was nice when it happened. Sometimes I feel like blogging has become about getting more and more likes and comments. I have seen a lot of bloggers over the last couple of years play more and more of a personality. Sometimes I search through the blogosphere looking for sometime real to read something that affirms that we are all human beings imperfect, struggling, and laughing at the absurdity of life. With the exception of a few blogs I don’t see that happen so much. Actually it happens so infrequently that there are often apologies that start off a post. Let me give you an example:
I am sorry, I just had to respond to something that really moved me…ok that’s done …back to my regularly shtick.
Please don’t misunderstand I am not condemning this. I just find it interesting as it is very telling. Statements like this really tell me a lot about how bloggers perceive themselves. Do they perceive themselves as distinct from the persona they play or that comes through on the blog. There must be some sort of deep disconnect there beyond the superficial if we have to apologize or make other s aware that we are breaking character to talk about something seriously, or let our audience know we are momentarily deviating from what we usually talk about.
For me the more I blog the less the difference between MrMary and Dave. Actually I feel now that MrMary is just the name I go by so my employers cannot deny me a promotion or fire me because I think what I think. If you were to meet me in person and we hung out enough that I trusted you enough I think you would find the same person you see here, maybe more fleshed out.
Crotch shots, funny as they are (who among us can forget “Man Getting Hit by Football” from “The Simpsons?”), are serious business, y’all. A new study found genital injuries send 16,000 people in the U.S. to emergency rooms each year. Ouch. The report found that most causes of below-the-belt injures are from seemingly innocuous sources — bikes, furniture and clothing, among them. The figure is twice the number of yearly dental injuries and the same as electrical and chemical burns. Common causes include sporting items (falling forward on bikes; from, uh, balls), shaving and grooming accidents. Men, duh, accounted for two-thirds of the E.R. visits. [Source]
MrMary Weighs in
Could we have in fact found the reason why so many things are off in American society? My theory is that the sperm after such trauma gets scrambled chromosomes and genes all kinds a fucked up. Then all that faulty sperm inseminates some egg and BAM just like that a radical rape loving Republican is born. That was a joke not all conservatives love rape and telling women what to do and how to live their lives just most. [I am a fan of conservatism in some settings todays conservatives I feel are so extreme and blinkered that they are an insult to conservatism]
The concept [in Mahan's book] had an enormous influence in shaping the strategic thought of navies across the world, especially in the United States, Germany, Japan and Britain, ultimately causing a European naval arms race in the 1890s, which included the United States. His ideas still permeate the U.S. Navy Doctrine.
nationalism and arms races in 1890′s and then world war 1 soon after which lead to world war 2 which lead to the US rebuilding Europe under the marshal plan and at some point becoming… actually I’m way off tangent I had a Prof MrMary moment.
Look at the top few reason Rome fell and compare them to the US political climate as of late.
The 13 reasons:
1. Decline in Morals
2. Political Corruption and the Praetorian Guard
3. Fast Expansion of the Empire
4. Constant Wars and Heavy Military Spending
5. Barbarian Knowledge of Roman Military Tactics
6. Failing Economy
7. Unemployment of the Working Classes (The Plebs)
8. The “Mob” and the cost of the “Games”
9. Decline in Ethics and Values
10. Slave Labor
11. Natural Disasters
12. Christianity
13. Barbarian Invasion
So what am I saying
I’m saying simply that though we don’t have mutha fuckaz drinking out of lead cups and shit we got people withs an excessive amounts of crotch/genital trauma. Combine that with the fact that babies come out of genitals i think it suffices to say the nut-shot or nut trauma is the equivalent of lead poisoning in roman times.
There is a dude called “Horse” who goes around and finds ways to traumatize his testes. He gave birth to a child not to long ago
Still dont Believe me look at these videos and tell me:
I don’t think we have ever talked about it but I spend a lot of time in meditation any where from 4 to 14 hours a week. I don’t mean to say that I walk around with a shaved head, eat only vegetable and turn my nose up at people whose colons aren’t as clean as mine due to my insistence on high fiber in everything I eat. I leave that to Woody Harrelson to do when he isn’t busy working hard for another small part in a film. I also for the sake of clarity want to say I don’t wear tight pants that accentuate my shapely buttock and try to fold myself into a pretzel in a hot room or in the dark recess of my room utter prayer in comprehensible languages when I am not masturbating.
I jsut wanted to say that it is a very difficult practice to maintain. In meditation there are moment tat last an eternity andthen it also seems sometimes that eternity itself it passes by all too quickly like Blake hinted at when he wrote:
To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour
It’s hard to go from experiences of nothing, or bliss (non-erection related bliss) to the hustle and bustle of Times Sq running trying to catch the shuttle train to the Number 4 train to change for the 6 train at 86 street to get to work quickly on the Upper East Side and do some bullshit I’m not passionate or the least bit interested in for a salary that really isn’t worth it. It seems nowadays existence is bogged down by trivialities.
I saw this quote and picture on Facebook by Kurt Vonnegut that made me laugh and think
The last couple of weeks have bee pretty eye opening. A mass majority of the people (guys) I knew in high school and in college are all the same. They are all fat I’m talking odd number of chins fucking fat, they all have 2 kids, and all their wives all look the same passably ugly they are all angry even though they have enjoyed so much success. They all seem to be part of that group of people who think minorities want stuff and that immigrants are lazy and leeching off our system but also working hard enough to steal jobs from hard working Americans. if your impressed at how they can hold two opposing views at the same time you should see these fucking beasts at a fucking buffet.
I don’t fault these guys for their politics people are gonna disagree and hold different opinion. I am sad for them because thats it for them. They have peaked. They don’t read anything aside from their work material, all the funny dreams and ideas they had when we were younger are swallowed up in their excessive corpulence. Whatever free time is spent drinking beer and watching bullshit sports games. I do know where my friends and class mates went ?
Or maybe I am fucked up and maybe I have drank a lil to much Guinness tonight. Either way there are more words to write and otehr words to remember
“there is a loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock.
people so tired mutilated either by love or no love.
people just are not good to each other one on one.
the rich are not good to the rich the poor are not good to the poor.
we are afraid.
our educational system tells us that we can all be big-ass winners.
it hasn’t told us about the gutters or the suicides.
or the terror of one person aching in one place alone
untouched unspoken to
watering a plant.”
Edited version
Yeah all is well, was a great weak I voted ate Mexican without getting sick, what more could be asked for?
With the elections winding down to a close many of us will have a lot more free time . Gone will be the days where we stalked and trolled our ‘friend’s’ Facebook page, and left them boorishly sarcastic comments about how wrong they were about everything and how right we were.
Gone will be the 10 hours & 12 pages political debates typed into a tiny box. 140 characters at the time. And most sad of all, gone will be the days when we can feign offense to give our fallacious arguments more weight. A lot of people will no longer be blocked and will rejoin the fold of humanity (social media is all about quality not quantity.)
To all of you it has been fun! It has been insightful! I can’t remember a time where I felt simultaneously oddly excited, bellicose, ashamed, fatigued and in need of a shower. (Well I do remember but there would be many legal complications pending. I l look forward to participating again in this modern day remake of a bacchanalia again in 2016.
