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Thursday, March 5, 2015

I've been very busy - so this is the first chance I have had to come to grips with stupidity.

Please spare me the calls of racism because I am picking on another idiot who happens to be black.   Whether it is King Pimple of a Man, his breeding party Moochella, or any number of pigmented dumbasses, I show no prejudice - just contempt.

Enter the Republican dumbass, Dr. Ben Carson.   Apparently he is quite the know it all when it comes to what makes men turn queer.   I'd like to know how it is he has gathered that jail makes a straight man turn queer.  

I consulted myself on this screamatorial - having come to terms with my faggy self decades ago, I am unanimous that jail time doesn't turn fish eating, chest pimple-loving, criminals into homosexuals.    I bet you could survey a gay bar or to and find that cock sucking as a permanent hoe-cation does not require jail time.   

I know that jail does cause men to seek a bit of lovin' amongst mens.    But seriously, does Dr. Carson think that these men, given a chance to choose between sucking cock and eating sushi, that the guys would choose sucking cock or fudge-packing over a moist yeast infested snatch?   I didn't just fall off a turnip truck on the way to Grover's Corners - I can't imagine some 300 pound sweaty Bubba suddenly finding an 18 year old's peen preferable to some big ass motha focking Beyonce wannabee with an ass big enough to haul the entire missing cargo from the SS Minnow of "Gilligan's Island" fame.   

Like many of you, I knew I was a fag long before I knew what sex was about or that being gay meant you would find females perpetually icky.    During my life, my peen was the first part of me that admitted it was queer and it was a divining rod toward all that and a bag of chips male hotness.    Everything above my peen was a bit later in the awareness that vajayjay was about the nastiest shit on earth and that my significant interest in all things male wasn't just a passing fancy - I was in love with mens like there was no tomorrow.  And while growing up committing sodomy was against the law here in Virginia, I never spent any jail time so my proclivity for the peen was not raised in a gay farm inside a state penn - it was a work in progress the moment I exited that womb without a view provided free of charge by my mom.    From that moment on there was no chance I'd ever find girls interesting - or that I wouldn't stop checking out the asses, crotches, and faces of my school mates.    I didn't have to serve five and exit being gay with good behavior.   I was full fledged, full-blooded fag.   Thanks to nature.

I am sure that some mens who were dealing with their own inner fabulous could in fact exit jail with a love for men - but seriously, they'd be craving peen without jail - but maybe a slower dance pace.    Like it or not, we fabulous fags are produced by the love of a peen and a vajayjay - two minutes of embrace and emission - and we fabulous ones are the fine art works of breeders incorporated.

So, Dr. Ben has been walking back his hate, trying to find a way to eat less crow and to pull his big ass shoe out of his mouth.   I admire a man who is caught between a cock and a hard place.    I hope he doesn't choke deep throating his stupidity.

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