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HILLARY'S BEEN SWIFT-BOATED!
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OK as all of you know I never post anything that is even the least bit political or controversial… yeah right!

OK for some time now I’ve been hearing pole-iticians of the Democratic persuasion, most notably that Muslim loving Nancy Polise, old cut-run & surrender Harry Reed, and that lying ass mother-fucking John Murtha, running off at the fricking mouth, and shouting shit like, “We Wont Be SWIFT-BOATED Again!”

You know… for what passes as leaders of this nation those mother-fuckers sure are ignorant Boo.

I mean come on now… don’t any of those pompous jack asses realize that to be “Swift-boated” means to be caught in a bold faced lie…, like that fricking idiot, John Kerry, was? 

Don’t those fricking idiots realize that the end result of being “Swift-boated” is having your lies made public… again like that fricking idiot, John Kerry’s lies were?



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To bravely expose the lies and manipulations of a powerful person seeking to achieve self promotion based on a falsified personal history and thereby prevent the success of his or her deception.


I don’t guess that they do. Anyway, I found this *pointing down* and blognapped it for your reading pleasure.

It would seem that her thighness, Bitchary Clinton, is the latest casualty of swift-boating, and it was a fucking comedian, with no political ax to grind, who was traveling with her on that infamous day of bullet dodging that nailed her nasty lying
ass…
hum? I wonder if Sinbad is a Democrat… do any of you know Boo?  


HILLARY: SWIFTBOATED!



Wed Mar 26, 7:57 PM ET
Hillary is being "swiftboated"!

She claimed that she came under sniper fire when she visited in Bosnia in 1996, but was contradicted by videotape showing her sauntering off the plane and stopping on the tarmac to listen to a little girl read her a poem.

Similarly, John Kerry's claim to heroism in Vietnam was contradicted by 264 Swift Boat Veterans who served with him. His claim to having been on a secret mission to Cambodia for President Nixon on Christmas 1968 was contradicted not only by all of his commanders -- who said he would have been court-martialed if he had gone anywhere near Cambodia -- but also the simple fact that Nixon wasn't president on Christmas 1968.

In Hillary's defense, she probably deserves a Purple Heart about as much as Kerry did for his service in Vietnam.

Also, unlike Kerry, Hillary acknowledged her error, telling the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review: "I was sleep-deprived, and I misspoke." (What if she's sleep-deprived when she gets that call on the red phone at 3 a.m., imagines a Russian nuclear attack and responds with mutual assured destruction? Oops. "It proves I'm human.")

The reason no one claims Hillary is being "swiftboated" is that the definition of "swiftboating" is: "producing irrefutable evidence that a Democrat is lying." And for purposes of her race against matinee idol B. Hussein Obama, Hillary has become the media's honorary Republican.

In liberal-speak, only a Democrat can be swiftboated. Democrats are "swiftboated"; Republicans are "guilty." So as an honorary Republican, Hillary isn't being swiftboated; she's just lying.

Indeed, instead of attacking the people who produced a video of Hillary's uneventful landing in Bosnia, the mainstream media are the people who discovered that video.

I've always wondered how a Democrat would fare being treated like a Republican by the media. Now we know.

It's such fun watching liberals turn on the Clintons! The bitter infighting among Democrats is especially enjoyable after having to listen to Democrats hyperventilate for months about how delighted they were to have so many wonderful choices for president.

Now liberals just want to be rid of the Clintons -- which is as close to actual mainstream thinking as they've been in years. So the media suddenly notice when Hillary "misspeaks," while rushing to make absurd excuses for much greater outrages by her opponent.

Liberals are even using the Slick Willy defense when Obama is caught fraternizing with a racist loon. When Bill Clinton was exposed as a philandering, adulterous, pathological liar, his defenders said that everybody is a philandering, adulterous, pathological liar.

And now, when B. Hussein Obama is caught in a 20-year relationship with a raving racist, his defenders scream that everybody is a racist wack-job.

In the Obama speech on race that Chris Matthews deemed "worthy of Abraham Lincoln," B. Hussein Obama defended Wright's anti-American statements, saying:

"For the men and women of Rev. Wright's generation, the memories of humiliation and doubt and fear have not gone away; nor has the anger and the bitterness of those years. That anger may not get expressed in public, in front of white co-workers or white friends. But it does find voice in the barbershop or around the kitchen table."

So in the speech the media are telling us is on a par with the Gettysburg Address, B. Hussein Obama casually informed us that even blacks who seem to like white people actually hate our guts.

First of all: Watch out the next time you get your hair cut by a black barber over the age of 50.

Second, Rev. Wright's world wasn't segregated.

And third, what about Wright's wanton anti-Semitism? All the liberals (including essence-besplattered Chris Matthews) have accepted Obama's defense of Wright and want us to understand Wright's "legitimate" rage over his painful youth in segregated America.

But the anti-Semitic tone of Wright's sermons is as clear as his rage against the United States. Rev. Wright calls Israel a "dirty word" and a "racist country." He denounces Zionism and calls for divestment from Israel.



In addition to videos of Rev. Wright's sermons, Obama's church also offers for sale sermons by Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan, whom Rev. Wright joined on a visit to Moammar Gadhafi in Libya in 1984. Just last year, Obama's church awarded Farrakhan the Dr. Jeremiah A. Wright Jr. Trumpeter Award, saying Farrakhan "truly epitomized greatness."

What, pray tell, is the legitimate source of Wright's anti-Semitism? I believe Brother Obama passed over that issue entirely in his "conversation," even as he made the obligatory bow to Israel's status as one of our "stalwart allies." Why does crazy "uncle" Wright dislike Jews?

Will liberals contend that these remarks were "taken out of context"? Maybe Wright's church was trying to say that Farrakhan isn't great when it said he "epitomized greatness." Who knows? We weren't there.
Can liberals please educate us on the "legitimate" impulses behind Rev. Wright's Jew-baiting?

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OK, so now what? Well I’m hoping against hope that someone will come along who can swift-boat that chipmunk looking McCain…, and that fucking Muslim in Christian disguise Obama.


Alright, all of the material in this post is covered by some kind of ©. All of the stuff in the article is the property of the author and here’s a link *pointing down* to the original post.


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All of the stuff in murple is ©’d by me… but not to worry, if you want to copy any thing in this post I don’t mind Boo.


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In Defense of Prostitutes

Am I on a roll tonight or what? Am I stepping on some toes,you bet I am, I have always had a problem with prostitution being illegal, for the whore, but not the john, interesting isn't it? If the definition for a prostitute is sex for money, or drugs, or goods, then no wonder men call most women whores, because if that is the definition, then all men pay for sex one way or the other,  so that would make yo momma a whore too?Cause you know yo papa did some fine begging and money trading along the way to get some from yo mama now an again don't ya think?  And while I am on this rant, I read a blog and on their header was  a picture of Hillary and the word BITCH next to her name, why is that? because she is powerful, shes a bitch right, or because she is a lawyer, she's a bitch right? or because she is damn smart, she's a bitch right? What makes her a bitch? People like this always call women either BITCHES OR WHORES, why is that? Any hoo, I thought this was another good read..............enjoy

 

In Defense of Prostitutes

Appeared in Spintech, August 12, 2000

by Wendy McElroy

Perhaps the most fundamental question confronting anyone who takes a position on prostitutes' rights and wrongs is "what is a prostitute?"

The media and others doing research into prostitution often take an amazing tack on the question. Like many feminists who've done work in this area, I sometimes get phone calls from people writing articles, who ask fairly predictable questions: "What is prostitution? Who is 'the prostitute'?" I keep a list of four or five phone numbers and email addresses on my desk: they are from current and ex-prostitutes who are willing to make public statements about their lifestyle. When I am asked a question such as, 'Who is the prostitute?', I offer to provide the caller with one of the phone numbers or email addresses, adding any caveats I think may be helpful. (For example, if a particular prostitute is a call girl, I make sure the person knows that her realities will be very different from those of a street walker.)

Usually, the questioner has one of two reactions to my offer: either he expresses skepticism about the possibility of a prostitute having perspective about her situation, preferring instead to consult 'an authority'; or he takes down the information and later asks the prostitute salacious questions or ones about her victimization, leaving political questions for non-pros like me. All of us have seen this approach in action on television shows on prostitution that present clip after clip of feminists, academics, social workers, police officers, and their like -- all making comments on 'the life', all offering a glimpse of its realities through stats and studies. Somewhere in the show's mix, a prostitute or two will probably provide emotional testimony or be videoed as she walks down a street in a high hemlined, tight skirt as she leans provocatively toward the passenger window of a car.

We've all seen this media-research approach to 'Who is the prostitute?' so often that it may seem balanced and informative. Yet there is something bizarre about the methodology. Imagine a researcher writing an article entitled, 'Who is the fireman? What are his or her realities?' Now imagine that same writer insisting, 'Whatever else we do, let's not ask these questions of a fireman! Instead, let's consult academics and others who've done work on the subject, but have never experienced a fire directly.' If such a writer refused to take the accounts of firemen seriously, his research would and should be dismissed as skewed and irresponsible.

Yet refusing to listen to the voices of prostitutes who do not consider themselves to be victims is the most common approach employed by those who consider the question, 'Who is the prostitute?' Only the heart wrenching stories of ex-prostitutes who have been damaged by their experiences are given weight. Whatever the motives underlie this methodology, one thing is clear: most researchers approach the prostitute, both the call girl and the street walker, with a foregone conclusion of who she is. Among the predetermined characteristics of the prostitute: she does not understand the political implications of her situation and must have an outside authority interpret them for her. She does not grasp the implications of what she is doing with her own life and body.

From my point of view, the opposite is true. I believe the woman on the street corner knows tremendously more about her form of prostitution -- that is, street walking -- than I do. I believe a woman who has been beaten up and forced to perform sex acts by vice cops knows more about police abuse and its implications than I do. I think the high priced call girl -- especially the one who goes on to become a madam -- has a better bead on the economics of prostitution than me. All I can add to the many and diverse portraits of what it means to be a prostitute is the outside perspective of a feminist and of an average woman who has chosen a more 'respectable' sexual role.

Accordingly, I let the prostitutes I've dealt with answer for themselves the question, 'Who is the prostitute?' (A caveat: the majority of the answers come from the upper crust of the class structure that exists within the prostitute community. The responses are largely from call girls who are also active in prostitutes' rights: that is, from women who are both economically and psychologically secure enough to divert energy into pursu- ing political issues.)

Their answers come from a questionnaire I circulated to hundreds of active prostitutes who were members of a rights organization named COYOTE. My first response was from Salt Lake City. It was entirely blank except for a line scrawled across the front sheet: "I could not get past the words 'sex work'. I don't like how it sounds. It was a turn off." I had used the term in the survey because it sounded neutral to my ears and it was in common usage. Although no one else objected to the term, the woman's comment served as a vivid reminder that no consensus exists even within a fairly homogeneous organization like COYOTE.

For example, Priscilla Alexander, a former Director of COYOTE (though never a prostitute) waged a vigorous four-year campaign within the World Health Organization to prevent them from using the term 'commercial sex work', which had been originated by Family Health International. She argued that the word 'work' means an activity for which people are paid. The only purpose served by adding the adjective 'commercial' to the term 'sex work' was to emphasize in a peculiar manner the 'for sale' aspect of whoring. After all, people don't commonly say 'commercial bank clerk', 'commercial ditch digger' or 'commercial surgeon.' It is assumed that these are forms of paid labor. Why describe sex work differently? ...unless, of course, you indeed to treat it differently than other forms of work.

Interestingly, Alexander has no similar objection to the terms 'commercial sex' or 'commercialized sex.' Meanwhile, Margo St. James, the founder of COYOTE, has suggested with a bit of whimsy that prostitutes call themselves 'bawdy shop workers.'

In general, however, prostitute activists seem to prefer the word 'whore'. Norma Jean Almodovar, ex-prostitute and author of From Cop to Call Girl, uses the word 'whore' pre-emptively. Since she knows the term will be hurled at her as an insult, she embraces it as a badge of honor and replies 'thank you' to those who attempt to crush her with its weight.

The "Whore" Word

I am a woman...and if I get out of line, you call me a whore
And if I have a good time, you call me a whore
And if I speak my mind -- you call me a whore.
You throw the word at me when I stand on my own
You use the word often to hold me down.
You ever remind me that whores are the worst-- "You're just a whore!" you repeat like a mantra--
Like a shot of cold water to dampen my joy.
"You're just a whore -- so what do you know?
and what do I care of whatever you think!"
"You're a whore," is a dagger you drive through my heart
as you pound into my psyche that name.
You equate everything that I ever thought good -- with that word
which you spit out like venom -- to show me how awful I am.
But I ask you, please tell me, just what is a whore?
A whore says what she think and she thinks for herself...
She's independent and feisty -- so what? is there more?
Why does it frighten you so to know I've a mind of my own
and don't need you permission to live or to love or to be?
And what if I tell you
I don't care anyone if you call me a whore...
What will you call me now?

Whatever semantic disputes exist, politicized whores seem to agree on one point: the basic definition of whoring is 'the act of exchanging sexual favors for money or other material gain'. Some go on to address the emotional content of whoredom. Some question whether the exchange is a benefit. One woman, who described herself as an escort, explained to me:

"Now in my life, sex work for money is not a choice, but I feel, for myself that responsibilities, credit cards and monthly expenses, which I incurred years ago have still imprisoned me in this business."

Still other prostitute-activists claim that whoredom offers spiritual benefits. For example, Carol Leigh of the Prostitutes' Education Network is an advocate of the Old Religion which celebrates the Goddess within: the Sacred Whore. Prostitution is the manner in which this religion is expressed.

The majority of the hundreds of working prostitutes with whom I've spoken or corresponded fall somewhere between these polar positions, and usually land far closer to the 'purely for money' side. In other words, the emotional content of the word 'whore' seems to be something every prostitute defines for herself.

 
 
 

   
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Hi Everyone, 

 

Seems as though I've been MIA around here lately. Sorry about that, I've been tied up with other stuff for awhile and it looks like I've been neglecting my blog for way to long, so now I guess I'll get busy and frantically post a quick series of posts. 

 

So I'm going to get the show back on the road by posting the first chapter of a brand new story, then follow that up by adding a chapter to a couple of other stories that I've been putting up. 

 

This first chapter is going to be posted to everyone, however, all of the successive thirty-four or so chapters will be posted to friends only.

 

However, for those of you who just can't wait for me to get it all posted... or are either not on the right friends list, or can't get on that list, the entire story is available for you to purchase, "Here" , for $19.95 USD. 

 

Next, due to the fact that this series of posts might be deemed to contain just the tiniest smidgen of adult sounding stuff I have to include the following warning to this post;    

                      

            “XXX Warning!”  “XXX Sex!”  “Warning XXX!

 

Hey this is your XXX Sex Warning. This stuff might need your parents OK for you to read it if you're under thirty years old.

 

                                                   “Seriously!

 

So If your not adult enough to be reading this kind of stuff go away now! Don’t bother coming back and griping at me, or to anyone else, if you decide to read past here -->X<-- and your virgin eyeballs get blistered or you get offended by what you read either Boo.

 

 

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“The Diary Of A Teen Aged Whore”

 

A True Story

 

Written By:

Wendy Tight Tush aka Pussy Patter

 

About:

Wendy Tight Tush aka Pussy Patter

© 15 September 2007

 

How

My Mom’s Boyfriend Fucked Me

 

“The First Time”

 

Chapter One

 

I can’t really remember exactly when it was that I became the total slut that I am today. I do know, however, that it was when I was still really young though. As far back as I can remember, well before I had even started school actually, I’ve always been fascinated by sex…

 

Shit, I was especially interested in group sex, and I can remember that even before my first fuck I had always thought of sex as intriguing… ever since I was a really small little girl. Ask me why…? And I’ll tell you that I haven’t got a clue.

 

But for some odd reason I’ve always been totally fascinated with the prospect of having group sex… hear again, also from an extremely young age.

 

When I was thirteen years old, I think it might have been three months after my birthday, I remember finding a stash of something like a dozen or so of those Triple-X rated fuck movies that were stashed in a drawer in a dresser in my mom’s and Greg's bedroom while I was ransacking their bedroom searching for a joint one day.

 

Shit, I had gotten all excited over my find and had completely forgotten about that joint that I had been looking for as I hurriedly slipped one of those suckers into the VCR real quick, and settled back on the sofa with the remote.

 

I was totally shocked by what I saw when the movie had gotten started and the first thing that I see is this petite little white girl who had more dick stuck in her than I had ever seen in one place in all my life. Shoot, I had almost turned the VCR off right then.

 

Not because I was a prude or a virgin or anything like that. I mean I had already been having sex, getting fucked, and sucking cock for at least six, maybe eight months by then. So it wasn’t like I didn’t know what sex was all about.

 

Well…actually I didn’t know what sex was all about, but there was no way in hell that you could have gotten me to admit that back then.

 

Anyway, it was just that that first scene has seemed so fricking sensual to me that I almost couldn’t stand to watch it… especially without a dick around to help calm my nerves after I had gotten so sexually excited.

 

But I decided to let it run and had enjoyed the show anyway. That little white girl was beautiful and her skin was so fricking white that it actually made the white sheets that she was getting fucked on look all dingy.

 

She was blond headed with some deep blue eyes. Her tits were up high and tight and looked like they were close to the same size as mine were, but it was hard to tell for sure. And just looking at her I couldn’t help but thinking that she didn’t look much older than I was… but now I know that she had to have been at least eighteen years old at the time to have been able to get in a movie like that.

 

She was totally naked and was sitting astraddle of some black dude that had his dick crammed all the way up into her hairless little pussy while another nigger dude with a humongous fricking cock was busily butt fucking the dog shit out of her in her ass hole while she was sucking on another black guys cock all at the same time. Fuck…I had just about died from the sensuality of that very first scene.

 

I remember that I had instantly gotten so jealous of her little white ass that I had thrown my remote across to the far end of the sofa and had instantly turned green with envy… not because she had all of those black studs servicing her little white ass like that but because she was actually living out one of my favorite sexual fantasy and all I could do was sit there, and watch her enjoying herself.

 

Holy fucking shit, that shit had been some kind of fricking hott, and I had gotten over myself fairly quickly as I had slipped into a bit of a zone right then while I watched all of that in wide eyed sexual amazement.

 

Shoot, I had become so engrossed in what I was watching that I hadn’t even realized when I had began fingering my cunt or that I was playing with my own anus while I watched the movie.

 

Well at least I hadn’t noticed what I was doing until after I had had my first orgasmic release while watching porn.

 

It’s not that I had never brought myself to orgasm with my fingers before. I mean I’d had a lot of orgasms while fantasizing about sex and fingering myself before then… but I’d never had an orgasm from fingering myself while I watched porn. Shit, that had made me feel kind of good and a little dirty all at the same time too.

 

It hadn’t been more that a few minutes after I’d had an orgasmic release of my own when the ‘cum scene’ in that movie had started. Shit, I had almost died from sexual excitement right then…

 

I mean when all three of those dudes had started to cum… one busting a nut and starting to spew his sperm right after the other, and seeing all three of those men emptying the contents of their heavily loaded nut sac’s, shooting big sticky wads of cum all over that little white bitches face, belly, and tits had been almost unbearable for me to watch.

 

The only thought that had been running around in my head at that moment had been “Why couldn’t that have been me?”

 

Anyway, over the next several days I had managed to watch all of those fuck movies… several times each, and masturbated myself to orgasm over and over again while I was watching those suckers too.

 

Hum… I wonder if its this sort of conditioning at such an early age that created the fuck monster that I am today? Shit, I seriously doubt that because I was already fucking like a mink by then anyway.

 

But then who the fuck knows, maybe it’s genetic. I mean shit, for as long as I can remember my mom has been a swinger and has always allowed all of her boyfriends to enjoy playing free and lose with her pussy. Like bringing their buddies by for a quick piece of ass and things like that.

 

To Be Continued…

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OK, That's it for this chapter of the story. I hope that you all enjoyed reading it. For those of you who are following the story forward just click "Here" to go to Chapter Two. 

 

Wendy

 

 

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This is ME!

I hate life! Im tired of life and i don't deserve to live! I am a fugly slut!

 

Im so tired of MY life, you know.. Im known as the funny one, the popular one, the one who everybody copies and the one all the boys like. Im the one who knows nearly no one but the one everybody knows.... And I don't want to be her! I talk about everybodys back all the time and pretty much HATE everybody.

Sometimes I have breakdowns and cut my wrists and sometimes I actually laugh about ppl who have scars on their wrists even though my wrists look exactly the same.

I HATE being with people, I like being alone (which sucks because I have to share room with my little sister which i hate most of them time).

 

I don't go to school often i usually pretend going to school but then i end up at a coffee place or at a shopping mall EATING! Im not FAT but not SKINNY! Im nasty thats what i am! I hate my body, even though i get a lot of compliments for my ass and so which is pretty irritating! I can't stop eating and when I go on a diet, I littrealy don't eat anything exept from when im feeling really dead i eat a small sushi dish.

 

 

Brb!

 
 
 

   
I'm a dirty little whore...and I don't mind. lol.

I must be a whore....because I'm dating Brian(my ex boyfriend-again) and Erynn at the same exact time.....and they both know about it and they don't care.... I've kissed them both...I love them both...and am dating them both. lol. I'm a whore. lol.

I also found out yesturday-Brian came over- that the whole reason I broke up with Brian was basicly a mistake, well most of it was....I broke up with him because he wasn't doing his school work and just being a lazy asshole...and he's homeschooled...but as it turns out...he was ahead in all of his classes, but he's below in two...because of being ahead in the other ones..

So I told him that I would date him again(as long as Erynn was ok with it, which she was) as long as he kept up his school work and didn't get grounded. So I'm dating a girl and a guy at the same time...the best of both sides. lol.

Me and Erynn both agree that we don't care if the other has a boyfriend, because they are of the opposite sex....but if one of us has a girlfriend...then it's cheating and we won't agree with that. This could quickly become an orgy...you notice? lol....anyway....

 
 
   
 

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