Sorry… Cold shower and scourging in 1…2…3….

Come on! It’s not often a guy has two women trying to flip for him. Way to spoil the fun.

To borrow someone’s line, it’s Cynimax After Dark.

Hay-sus Cristo, Nojo, you’re prescient. I’ll just link to my post on this issue:
http://cynicsparty.com/2008/05/30/busy-busy-beevers/#comment-17868

Any sex you have to study and practice ain’t good sex, sorry, talk about ruining a spontaneous glorious thing with fucking worrying about technique and philosophy. Just fuck yer brains out, the third time will be tantric whether you want it to or not (or the 5th, at worst). You don’t need an eastern philosophy textbook to learn to just get your head out of your own crotch and pay fucking attention to all thats there in front of you. Serotinon re-uptake inhibitors (have I got that right?) are tantric sex in a jar, too.

@Nojo: Heh, you’re the man. Thanks for the thread, and the picture. You know who we are and you know what we need. I can sleep happily now. Everybody have a good time. Zzzzzzzzzzzz.

@promnight: I’m a little kinder to tantric sex, but I see spirituality in sexuality all the time. Not to say it’s in every sexual moment with every person, but people of good will find it there, sometimes under a different name or appearance.

And you’re right about Selective Serotonin Re-uptake Inhibitors. Sexual side-effects are not uncommon. Back in the ’90s during a depressive period, I was tried on Zoloft. It gave me ED immediately. That shit went out in the garbage. Others do well on it. Your mileage may vary.

Heh heh heh HEY!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=75qXUfp4wtw

@SanFranLefty: Kids these days. Sigh.
@ragingmonk: Yeah, it was really weird having a lower sex drive than my girlfriend. Of course, the Depo was revving her up at the same time. After we both got off our respective meds, the relationship was doomed.

@ Nojo: ‘Stuffy Brits’? Just because one has standards. Unlike Austrians.

Sex is all well and good so long as one doesn’t get carried away.

And don’t touch anything below the waist. It’s not polite.

@Lyndon LaDouche: If I had time, I would have linked “stuffy Brits” to the Page 3 website…

I’m hanging out here and going to my happy place.

@JNOV: I knew exactly where to find you. How are you?

@ragingmonk: Hey! I keep trying to get my comments through on the Hillturds’ site.

@JNOV: No kidding. Any luck?

@ragingmonk: Nope. Must be moderated. Or a looong delay. How was your day?

@JNOV: Very good. Louisville Bats 9, Lehigh Valley IronPigs 3. Pigs are now 18-39; doesn’t look good in the farm system for the Phillies for the next couple of years. Had a Chicago dog, funnel cake and a tummyache.

I’m really tired after a Saturday overtime day. (Working overtime to buy you those shooz? Heh!) You guys must be braindead after the DNC knuckleheadz, rulez and soda crackerz meeting. How was the Stone Temple Pilots concert?

@ragingmonk: Didn’t go cuz of thunderstorms — we had lawn tix, so we stayed home.

Poor Lehigh Valley. That’s where Hazelton, PA is, I think. On the way to the Poconos.

@JNOV: Thunderstorms? Pffft. Just makes STP more exciting.

Yeah, immigrant-hunting Hazelton is there, I think. The team is based in Allentown and is full of Hispanics, mostly DRs. I see Allentown and I think of Billy Joel and the political condition of our country.

Well we’re living here in Allentown
And they’re closing all the factories down
Out in Bethlehem they’re killing time
Filling out forms
Standing in line.

And we’re waiting here in Allentown.
But they’ve taken all the coal from the ground
And the union people crawled awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaah.

@ragingmonk: You know ‘Allentown’ is about Wheeling, right?

Jilly Boel sucks. Get a room, youse two, Cincinatti should about split the distance. What, 6, 8 hours driving each? Price of gas these days, thats only what, a grand?

Check this out for a real genuine new song for the workers:

Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing, both hands free
No one’s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget’s stretched so thin
And there’s more comin’ home from the Mideast war
We can’t make it here anymore

That big ol’ building was the textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can’t make it here anymore

See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They’re just gonna set there till they rot
‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don’t come down here ‘less you’re looking to score
We can’t make it here anymore

The bar’s still open but man it’s slow
The tip jar’s light and the register’s low
The bartender don’t have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
Bet you can’t make it here anymore

High school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what’ll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith? live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it’s way too late to just say no
You can’t make it here anymore

Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
‘Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can’t make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m in
Should I hate ‘em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need
Their sh@# don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed
Their kids won’t bleed in the da$% little war
And we can’t make it here anymore

Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
Let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cake
Let ‘em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
If they can’t make it here anymore

And that’s how it is
That’s what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper
Read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind
If you’re listening at all
Get out of that limo
Look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone
Tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio
Or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That’s done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There’s rats in the alley
And trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can’t make it here anymore

Music and lyrics © 2004 by James McMurtry

Ah fuck it, here’s my favorite hymn, thats write, these words are scripture to me. I am not rutting tonight, its not just love for you marvelous bastards, you CPers, ya gotta have love for every living soul. And like Johnny, there’s a black shadow deep in my soul as long as there are suffering fellow beings in the world. Gaze upon Johnny Cash’s words, ye mortals, and despair:

Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there’s a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin’ in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he’s a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you’d think He’s talking straight to you and me.

Well, we’re doin’ mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin’ cars and fancy clothes,
[ Find more Lyrics at http://www.mp3lyrics.org/ben ]
But just so we’re reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought ‘a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin’ for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen’ that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen’ that we all were on their side.

Well, there’s things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin’ everywhere you go,
But ’til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You’ll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I’d love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything’s OK,
But I’ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
‘Till things are brighter, I’m the Man In Black.

@promnight: Dude, you are a plagiarist! Taking my comment earlier this week about Hillary being like a horror movie serial killer who keeps coming back when you think they’re finally finished, and then slightly changing to ” Hillz is like one of those classic horror movie monsters, it looked like someone killed them, they seemed to be dead, but they keep coming back.”

Repent, sinner.

@promnight: BTW, those are two of my favorite songs, too. Johnny Cash is my roots. Dad took me to see him in 1961 when I was a boy.

@Endy: Citation, please.

@Endy: Which Wheeling? And I think it really is about Bethlehem Steel and the towns that went kablooie when it closed.

@ragingmonk: I’se sorry, monk, I did not see that. The only thing I kept seeing in my mind was that movie with that australian actress who was married to Tom Cruise, whatsername, before she was famous, its the greatest sailing horror movie ever made, and the hijacker-rapist keeps coming back from the dead, till she kills him for once and for all with a flair gun. I have been this scatterbrained since I was young, I remember answering english class exams by giving long detailed descriptions of the charecter and his or her relationship to everyone else in the novel, because I could never rememember the names. Nicole Kidman! I knew it would come to me, Dead Calm, thats it.

Its kinda funny what makes it into your roots. My brother went to Murray State, I was much younger, 6 when he left, he brought back Johnny Cash Live at Folsom Prison, I know every word to every song, even “Flushed From The Bathroom Of Your Heart.”

I just saw “Walk Hard,” Hilarious.

Some years ago I remember reading that the US’s biggest export was scrap iron, so the japanese could turn it into steel and sell it back to us. Fucking pathetic.

@promnight: I’m thinking somewhere in WV.

@JNOV: @ragingmonk: I made that up. To be annoying. Really it was originally about Levittown(Joel’s hometown), but that sucked, so he changed it to Bethlehem, but it was a bitch explaining to people he meant Bethlehem, PA, so he changed it to Allentown, the next town over. You’ll notice there’s still a reverence to Bethlehem in the lyrics, and the Jersey Shore reference is a hold over from the original ‘Levittown’ version. I’ve got a source for some of this, but mostly it’s just memory.

@promnight: You are forgiven, my Son, because your heart is noble and good and filled with love for all nature and humanity. Go forward and multiply. Or at least have fun trying to. You are a role model for The Cynics’ Party.

@Endy: I love him and hate Bon Jovi. I have to go into witness protection now.

@Endy: Thanks for the explanation! (Is that a different praying mantis in your avatar? Is it a female or male?)

Monk, its you and me and JNOV and NoJO and endy here on a saturday night when we should be either holding our beloveds or out carousing. Whats up with youall? I have always been a nightowl, and do so enjoy the company of you cynics, I pine for the company of smart good people. What are you looking for?

I finally get around to setting up a Nasty Thread and y’all fill it with polite conversation?

@promnight: I was out late at the ballgame. All the nuns next door are at a retreat so there’s no feminine attention tonight. Even the Friday Night Nun has gone to be with her ailing father. So, I am here, tired but not yet sleepy, waiting for the Jameson to allow me to slide into the promise of nocturnal bliss. And be with you, my friends. And you?

@nojo: The road to heaven is filled with evil intentions.

@nojo: I know it’s unusual to see JNOV behaving, but nevertheless, she is most prim and proper tonight. This is somewhat strange. It’s like watching an old SNL Molly Shannon skit, waiting for her to fall down and flash her panties, and she never does.

@ragingmonk: Me? Avoiding the morning, fending off tomorrow, I guess. If I go to sleep, it will come too soon, I want to make this day last, its been a good day.

@ragingmonk: Check out “The Dead Don’t Die” Scared the living bejeesus outta me. The only way to stop her is to put a stake through her heart, fill her mouth with rock salt and sew her lips shut.

@promnight: Are you thinking of Nicole Kidman (Star of BMX Bandits) ? Can’t remember the name of the fillum though. And promnight, we had a nick name for one of our Prime Ministers. “Pig Iron Bob” (Robert Menzies) Sold a shit load of iron to Japan before WWII only to have it come back to us in the form of Ships, Shells and bombs. Gotta love free trade…

I honestly planned to get some honest work done today, but then Mommy had this brilliant idea of texting reports from the DNC, and then I later made the mistake of turning on the DNC just as My Secret Lover Donna Brazile was getting ready to show the world that no one messes with her, and then outrage, outrage, outrage…

@promnight: Were you out in the dinghy today?

@ragingmonk: It’s a new avatar. I’m pretty sure they’re both female, which is a little disingenuous of me, but it’s hard to get headshots of boy mantids for some reason.
@promnight: I just got in from work. True story:
Endy: So, it’s a buffet?
Shift Captain: Just hors d’oeuvres.
Endy: For disabled people?
Captain: Just hors d’oeuvres….no risers on the buffet tables.

But yeah, I have no set schedule.

@promnight: I just saw “Walk Hard,” Hilarious.

Within hours of opening the Netflix copy, I ordered it from Amazon. Wicked funny, and it gets away with comic murder in places — not unlike, but much different than, Mel Brooks. I think it’s an underrated masterpiece.

@CheapBoy: What ever happened to that Wheat Board or whatever it was business?

@CheapBoy: I’ve never seen it. Went to imdb.com and it looks suitable and scary. 1975? Does anybody get their brains eaten? Ewalda loves that shit.

@nojo: Is Donna Brazile, well, you know, lavender? I mean, I think she’s attractive, like Rachel Maddow, but, um, well?

@Endy: That’s a bad looking bitch on yer avatar! She looks like she’s ready to bite the head of any male looking to mate. Or am I just projecting?

@nojo: One of the funniest things I have seen in years. But appreciation of it is sharply defined by age cohort, Mrs. Prom and I watched with college age daughter and she was yawning, got none of the references, none. She’s my stepdaughter, my son, only 8, would do much better, he has been raised with a complete chronological history of rock music, and already argues with me about the correct genre classification of such oddities as Joey Ramone singing “Wonderful World,” “Dad, is that punk, or pop, or jazz” he says. He got into genres because his Ipod lists a genre for every song and I am having trouble making his aspergery little mind understand that genre is a slippery concept. I love that little guy.

@ragingmonk: I have no idea about Donna, and I don’t want to know. I also don’t want to know about what terrible, evil things Brazile & Associates is involved with. I just want her to put me in my place because I’ve been naughty.

Well, goodnight, you marvelous bastards. Hope tomorrow is kind to everyone.

@Endy: Bwahahahahahahaha AWB? 3 Million Dollars in bribes to Saddam Hussein via Jordanian Trucking companies?

I’ll tell you what happened. FUCK and ALL.

The Minister responsible said ” I didn’t read the cables” and got off scott free. The Smarmy little toad is being considered for a UN role in Cypriot peace talks. So bloody much for the Westminster system of Ministerial Responsibility.

I think the US congress has more chance of nailing hides to the wall than the piss-weak “enquiry” we had did. Cucking funts. Heads should have rolled, charges laid, but the “It’s the cost of doing business in the Middle East” excuse was trotted out and accepted. Arrrrrrggghh!!!

@promnight: You might be right about the demographic. All the reviews say you have to be intimately familiar with biopics to get it, but that’s not true — I don’t think I’ve seen any of the obvious references, except maybe “Ray”.

But you do need to be hip to music and pop culture from the ’50s through the ’70s, which is ancient history to anyone born after 1980, never mind 1990.

Still, “Let’s Duet” has to be one of the best songs of 2007.

@nojo: Say no more. Good night and see you late.

@promnight: Sleep tight, lawyer. I hope you dream of great bewbies tonight.

@ragingmonk: What can I say? I’ve got a thing for dangerous ladies.
@CheapBoy: If it’s any consolation, everyone gets fucked in Cypriot peace talks.

G’night ebbybody

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