Saturday, December 24, 2011
They went beyond their own specifed limits of wordage ( 32, in fact ! ) and would therefore not post it.
I wrote it once, from my soul, and was afraid I had lost it forever.....I asked them to return it to me - and they did - but they went one step further - they actually did publish it.
I am so grateful that I don't quite know how to express my thanks.
But here is what I wrote :
* I am so wasted at 4.41 in the morning that I hope I can post this right - Thank you.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Here is what I said about this on my personal Facebook, and because I'm such a twat and dissenter and an egotist, I just thought everyone else needed to know about this. And this is happening in the same country where poor folks in Alabama can't afford to pay for the basic commodities of water and sewerage.
I actually find it amusing that the One percenters who hold the wealth do not yet seem to be scared of the Ninety Nine percenters who hold the poverty and the power to rebel. The rich pissants will eventually be holed up in the mansions and banks while the poor majority will have taken over the streets.
This is not my personal delusion - I know history - and it will repeat itself.
P.S.- I am ashamed that we do not yet have a spokesperson for all this. Maybe Rock and Roll really is the answer (if we take it from the hands of MTV - Dire Straights were right!) And come to think of it that is probably why John Lennon was assasinated - he could get the message across in such a beautiful powerful way - and people listened. Which reminds me- I think Yoko Ono knows more than she tells - come out of your shell dear - don't be so afraid. We need SOMEONE who hasn't sold out.
Hey, that gives me a great idea - vote for me - I'm not scared. (maybe I really have consumed waaay too many illicit materials tonight !).
Anyway, here is my post to Facebook, the article of which I found on Twitter
God Bless you all.........STAY CONNECTED.
the F..K. Mother Nature gives birth to me and then makes me pay for
some obscure Biblical Original Sin by taxing me all my life with
ignorance, poverty, indecision, marrige, divorce and bankruptcy,
inhaling polutants, failing health, all my friends passing away before I
do, being confined to a single room when I'm so old that I shit my self
like a baby - and then die and get placed in a pine box
in the dirt while all my inheritors fight over my hard earned pile of
crap. Jesus, isn't that enough tax to pay for living on this crummy
posioned ball of earth that's slowly being sucked into a black hole. And
now we have ANOTHER country forcing us to pay for H20.
hell, Noah endured 40 days and nights so we could have all this water -
IT was bestowed on us to re-create life. All I gotta' say to that - "is
that if all you one percenters were on fire it's gonna be a lot cheaper
(and a lot more fun) pissing on you because we can't afford the water".
Flippin' hell, Noah endured 40 days and nights so we could have all this water - IT was bestowed on us to re-create life. All I gotta' say to that - "is that if all you one percenters were on fire it's gonna be a lot cheaper (and a lot more fun) pissing on you because we can't afford the water".
Friday, December 16, 2011
I can hear all the lonely hearts echoing through the stratosphere, I can hear the cracking noise of all those important cries for help as they become slowly inundated by all the other self justified cries of help as their personal Titanical souls fade into oblivion.
It seems necessary to sink into oblivion whilst saving women and children first. Forgive us, lest we forget the sperm wasted during our orgasmic attempts to seek self fullfillment in the cause of procreation.
You may just as well ejaculate your jism over the screen of life that presents itself as reality and insert your digit into the vagina of wanton deviancy that permeates your pathetic existance.
We are all so complacently comfortable in the soothing folds of ecstacy that occupy our six second sexual existance while we masturbate our minds to orgasm - and then we feel that we have achieved such satisfaction that all our problems are solved.
How many of you have climaxed in a juicy blend of juices and after-glow, that all of your problems, his and hers, seem inconsequential relative to the problems of the universe? And how many of you, after thrusting your organs to climax, have lain there not actually enjoying the squirting of bodily fluids, after having heaved your last muscle and breath, have instantly thought of all the other problems you face in the alltogether reality of the human social existance and it's fucked up awkwardness.
And, the copulation seems to be such an awkward ugly thing - a mutual masturbation that cannot be shared because you each really gain so much more more more pleasure from playing with yourself - because YOU know what you want.
That is such a hard thing for humans to share. We are all so fucked up by our expectations and comparisons with what we think is normal is based on what we are lead to believe is normal. We have let others dictate what our dicks and cunts need that we forget reality.
Man and woman are not the monagamus creatures we have been lead to believe. We are only animals or even less than that - creatures that instinctively fuck and procreate according to the whims of Mother Nature. We serve a single purpose only.
Humanity; in fact, any species of animal, insect, plant, fungus or bacteria is only a small jab in the darkness of evolution.
We have all been engineered by Mother Nature as an experiment in survival. We, as humans, are insignificant in the masterplot of the universe. We, and all of nature, are just another experiment in nature's plan to produce the ideal species that suits the envirionment that we manufacture.
We are going nowhere. We are insignificant in the total realm of time. We have not even existed for one single second in the twenty four hour clock of the universe.
So feel free to twitter away, plunge into that twat, punch out your frustrations on that keyboard, take out your frustrations beating your wife or your best friend or your enemy, drink yourself merry, drug yourself mindless, fuck your self stupid - and when you suddenly have that epiphany that you really understand that you know what this is really all about, don't kid yourself.
You are are a sperm. One of millions who successfully made the journey from the cunt to the womb. All that makes you feel important and necessary is that you, as a little blob of cum, managed to outswim the the rest, had the intelligence to cling to the membrane wall and penetrate the uterus. After that, you lost your independence, you lost you will, you lost any free choice - you became a slave to sex.....and that is your only reason for your existence.
For God's sake, get over it, get a soul, have a heart, show some compassion, stop being a cunt - the same one you came from. You are a victim. You are a tool. You are being used by nature to make a better world out of this place. You are an instrument. Stop thinking that you are so fucking important.
You originally had two choices - and only two : either you swam like fucking crazy - and that was the best thing you ever did ( beat the million others competing for your position ) or dry up as a little white dead blob on a blanket of love.
For God's sake, get over it. The only God you really believe in is YOU. Well have I got news for you - NO ONE really gives a fuck. That's why humans wage war. That's why humans kill. That's why humans insult and demean. That's why humans rape and pillage. That's why humans scream and grab. That's why humans think that they are important.
That's why humans think they are so important and necessary - because they just cannot accept the fact that they are NOT really that important or necessary.
It's probably a good thing ( and nature's plan ) that we murder and abort and wage war and kill our enemies.
We are a plague on this planet. We are vermin. We are Sodom and Gomorrah. We are Adam and Eve, but we fucked up.......we thought we were the masters of the universe, but all we are is the Masters of Our own Downfall.
HELL is where we deserve to be. Science will not save us. Religion will not save us. Politics will not save us. Sex will not save us. War will not save us. Alcohol and drugs will not save us.
We are trapped in an endless existance of consentual mutual masturbation that makes us feel good about ourselves.
Congratulations to you all. Welcome to Hell. This is where I live.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
It's good to see that someone else has noticed another connection between money, women, shopping and sex.
Here is the link/address to the article :
And here is what I wrote in response on my Facebook :
Well this is very interesting - it supports a theory I have about shopping with women. When you both walk past that gorgeous clothes shop and you suddenly realised she's no longer beside you but back in the shop - go back into the shop yourself. it will surprise you how many admiring looks you get from other females in the shop. It's actually a three way compatibility- they get horny because you appreciate looking and touching female apparel, you get horny because the materials feel so damned good, and when she finally notices that you are brave enough to be in a woman's domain as she exits the change room - she gets horny too. I call that a win/win/win situation.
Monday, December 12, 2011
"newswithnipples" replied to my last comment almost immediately. But I believe that it validates exactly what I was alluding to.
Here is her reply :
"Get your hand off it. The comment you posted during the night was offensive and ridiculous and made very little sense. And then your “waaaaah why won’t you publish my comment” was also rejected because I don’t have to publish anything. It’s my blog. If you want to complain, use your own blog."
Woops, I need to add her "Subscription Policy" - classic journo' double talk :
"Hi! Thanks for subscribing to the News with Nipples. My favourite part of this blog is you, and I love the feedback I get on each post from people who agree, disagree, point out things I've missed or just want to crack a rude joke. I try to respond to every comment so that we have a conversation going, and I hope you will be a part of that conversation.
I moderate the comments so that there's no name-calling and everyone gets to have their say. If you're unsure about commenting, please check out my comment policy page.
Hope to hear from you soon,
Goodbye for now, I'm all done being rude for today.
If that is the case, I am actually rather delighted that :
a/ my comment was taken to be obscene and hurtful, or
b/ my comment was deemed not fit to publish because it was contrary to all other opinions.
That is not what I would call fair and unbiased journalism.
However, I will continue to debate and dissent.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Exactly what I was wondering - why do you tell us guys this stuff ? A PhD and you call your audience 'guys'. Women are not guys, they are female. The first women to call an audience of any sex "guys" were lesbians back in the 90's. They said that to make them feel gender neutral - because they were afraid of being ostracized and they believed it was sooo 'touchy/feely'. Us 'guys' don't really wanna' hear this stuff, that's why we stand around at parties getting pissed and talking 'man' stuff like cars and guns and cunts. (Fuck yeah you heard me right - I can swear too!). We don't wanna' hear this stuff because the stuff that women waste time talking about, I call 'rabbiting'. You start a conversation about something and sidetrack somewhere else and then somewhere else and then somewhere else and eventually come back to the subject - but of course it's all connected to the same theme - and eventually you come back to the point you started on. It's what rabbits do - they take all that time digging all those burrows that connect back to the one place. But a man/bloke/guy just comes out and fucken' says it, gets a response and moves on. We cover more ground in 5 minutes than you will cover in 5 hours. That's what I meant when I said "I don't really give a rats toot" about who's doing what to whom and who's not paying.
I originally thought "news with nipples" was a clever pun on "news with balls" and it was actually written by a guy - woops, sorry, I meant 'man', but when you start demeaning your partner by calling him 'man friend' and dribble on about vomittng and shitting and your weird fashions I am repulsed.
I have also realised that having a PhD is not the same as having communication and life skills.
And, I am sorry if I have offended women, men, lesbians and journalists, but fuck me, get a life will ya'.
* Here is the address/link for the aforementioned article :