Shit Logic ©

If logic is the right thing, why is it wrong most times?

For example, the doctor wants me to eat more fiber so that I could be more regular.
How the fuck does he know if I am regular or not?
What, with his one shot at sticking his finger up my ass once a year he knows I need more fiber by poking at my prostate?
Is there a piece of shit stuck to it or something so he knows I haven’t been eating enough fiber?

Logic would tell me to tear that little red hose you get with a can of 10Wd40 and put it on a can of PAM then spray some on the prostate to make it into a none stick asshole but no.
My doctor wants me to eat more fiber.

So I go out and buy a box of All Brain.
Have you ever tried it?
The shit tastes like dirt.
So I added some milk to it hoping it will blossom into something that tastes like Frosted Flakes, it tasted like mushy dirt instead.
Who the fuck eats this shit?

OH, and it gives you gas.
That’s why you’re regular.
After eating a bowl of bran, it starts fermenting, creating shithouse gasses inside your gut until there is no more stretch left to your belly and it erupts from the weakest link along the digestive tract, your ass, causing a rush of toxic air so powerful it makes your ass cheeks shudder in thunderous protest.

This could be a catastrophe in an elevator.
Not so much in the tub, might even be a little pleasant.

After a week I couldn’t take it any more and went out for an easier way to get fiber in me.
I went to the pharmacy and asked my favorite drug dealer for advice and he suggested the stuff you stir into water or a drink then just drink it.
Fuck that sounded a lot better than what I was having to ingest so I bought a jumbo container of the stuff then went home.

In the kitchen I grab a glass, filling it with cold water then opened the container of instant fiber and stirred two spoonfuls of it in.
I stirred and stirred but the stuff wouldn’t dissolve.
Coming to the conclusion that it wasn’t going to no matter how hard I tried, I took a sip then gagged.
OMG, it tasted like wet dirt to and I bought the jumbo container.
Not only did it taste like bran it was even worse in the gas department.
If bran was gasoline then this shit was rocket fuel.
Do you know how dangerous that was in the winter?
I never knew when I would be propelled aimlesslyoff down the sidewalk.
I never finished the container.
In fact I flushed half of it down the toilet; what the hell, that’s where it was bound for anyway.

So I sparked a joint and thought about this whole fiber thing logically.
I mean there had to be a simpler way of getting a lot of fiber in you without having to eat a barn full of hay and then it came to me.
I mean it was right there.
Eat more steak.

Fuck, a cow eats a shit lode of bran, I’ll eat the fucken cow, barbequed with oregano and garlic, with a squirt of lemon after.

Try to barbeque bran.
It all falls between the grill and into the coals but steak, mmmmmm sniff can you smell it?
You try to smell bran that way the shit will fly up your nose and clog what’s left of your brain.

Logically if you eat the critter that eats the most fiber you should get fiber transfer and enjoy eating it instead of gagging and vaporizing your skivvies later.
For a month I was in heaven.
I knew I had screwed up somewhere because this was to good to be good for you and it was as I found out later

You see in all equations you have to take everything into consideration and I forgot one important factor.
My logic was sound up to a point and then it all went down the toilet.
Well not so much toilet as to farmer’s field.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah the fiber comes out the other end other cow and what I gets is the grizzle left behind, literally THE behind at today’s prices.
The only way you’re getting fiber from a cow is if it shit foot or you start eating its turds and I am not going to do that……….well, unless there’re magic mushrooms growing on it but it wouldn’t matter because I won’t remember eating shit the next day.

I may remember it forty years later while sitting on the toilet after eating a bowl of Texas chili as it flashed before my eyes.
Wow, cool shit.
A lot of things flash in my head after a bowl of Texas chili.

Took about three months for the cholesterol to get back to normal but ah, what a summer that was.
Tofu sucks worse that rotten tripe.

Logic is only as good as the equation allows it to be.
So logically if I smoke another joint everything will be fine
I got to get a cow for a pet…….

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Wha'ts Up Your Sleeve ©

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Where Am I ©

Where oh where can Walker be
Where oh where has he been
He hasn’t posted in such a long time
Or gone anywhere to be seen

Has he gone and got arrested
Maybe knocked out while getting breasted
Or just past out drunk and stoned
In the ditch behind his home

Has he gone on vacation?
Run away to a far of land
To a monastery of temptation
Because he’s tired of using his hand

Did he go home with ET?
On a bicycle with a basket
With his erect finger to the wind
As the vanguard to the future

Or maybe just maybe
He’s stuck on the toilet with no paper
Just a magazine with only glossy pages
And staples in the middle

Be back soon

Walker

Sexted ©

I like to think of myself as a student of life who tries to learn and understand as much as I possibly can.
I believe most of the problems plaguing us, is due to our ignorance to various customs, cultures or maybe our struggle with our instincts.

99.9 percent of us live a manufactured existence instead of a natural existence.
Both unique in their way with their own benefits and downfalls awaiting you after you choose how you want to live.
Most of us choose the manufactured existence because it offers the most for the least of work.
Not as healthy as the natural route but we live longer when we embalm our bodies with the chemicals listed on most packages we buy to eat.

Man from the beginning has been at constant odds with Mother Nature.
We abuse what is given to us and restrict our instincts with laws to conform to the manufactured existence.
You can’t really blame them for trying to change us because it’s the only way you can function inside the machine.
I would be one of the first to say that rules are good, not all rules but most rules.
Most are put in place to prevent trouble and to insure safety for the weak where as in the wilderness it’s survival of the fittest.

In the manufactured existence, knowledge is pass on through lessons taught to you from a young age.
In a natural existence you learn through a combination of a primal desire and trial and error.
In the wilderness you feel what you need to do and you learn by reaching out to do it.
Those around you see what you are doing and mimic the act or maybe make it better through trial and error.

In a manufactured existence you are told why and how to do something.
We are told when and where it’s allowed.
I can see where this would have its benefits.
I don’t want to walk down the street and see hookers bent over a park bent getting their asses fuck off for $1.95.
But then again in the wilderness you wouldn’t pay you would just take what you want which would open a whole new big can of worms if that were allowed in the manufactured world.

I have a theory about what is wrong with many people and that’s, that we are in constant battle with our bodies because we force or are forced to suppress instincts that are in our genes.
I know there are probably a lot of shrinks out there that say “bah” to that and man is no more than a dog who can be domesticated and molded from birth like a blank canvas.
That maybe a little true but one’s instincts are still there and conflict will eventually occur and the dog may bite you.
Eventually a wall crumbles and when it does, some people crack and end up on prescribed drugs to keep them sane or locked up to keep us safe.
So they say anyway.

In the big scheme of things we are all animals born to this earth with our own genetic habits built in.
Habits that we have been trying to suppress and make extinct over the last ten, twenty thousand years.
But is that right?
Should we be allowed to go against nature and rewrite our thinking to go against what our DNA has been programmed to do.

We pollute are biology from birth with drugs under the pretense that it’s better for us but as the decades pass new diseases have cropped up to get around the safeguards the machine provided.
Why and where did they come from?
Is it Mother Nature’s way of controlling the population growth of our species to what it can feasibly support?

I know we need regulation for the safety of the whole but how far should we go?
Should we be allowed to totally wipe out the hard drive we were born with and replace it with a manufactured one?
Do we have to ignore what we are born with to make things right?
Where or what will this all lead too?

Will we surrender total control of who we are without even a whimper?
What if one day they decide who we should be matched with as prospective mates according to the government best calculations of what they wish to breed with you, if they allow you to breed?
Will we be allowed to fuck or will that be to unsanitary?
There goes pussy chewing for me.

Rules are needed to keep the peace and to keep people safe from deviants.
Like in nature, deviants were cast out or destroyed by the rest.
So in that respect we are the same but in the wilderness, life is allowed to take its course without interference for the most part so that the young could learn what life is all about.
With the machine doing everything, existence becomes ignorant and self-defeating.

I was reading the newspaper the other day and came across a new trend sweeping the airwaves, or is that microwaves?
Whatever, someone is getting fried somewhere.
I was reading about this new trend called sexting.
Sexting is people sending sexually explicit texts from phone to phone some with pictures and videos attached.

Because of the instant technology and availability of a cell phones this has become very popular.
This is different from sending nude pictures through the mail or a web cam how?
It’s just a different medium for communicate with.

It seems teens have been taking advantage of this by sending each other explicit pictures through the cell phones of various body parts or texting sexually explicit sex texts to each other over the phones.
The government is not happy about this and is going to be cracking down and arresting people, kids to be exact and if convicted their names will be added to the national sex offender’s list.
Get the fuck out of here.
Have you noticed the government makes anything they can’t tax illegal?

I think I was six the first time I had a girl show me her pussy.
Yeah, yeah I had to show he mine to and yes she did win the pissing contest but it wasn’t my fault.
I couldn’t get the little fucker to point back down and most of the pee was on me.

My first kiss was when I was eight.
I got run over ten minutes later and spent a year in traction.
That was one hell of a kiss.
I was 13 when I first had sex and by the time I was sixteen was having sex roughly on a regular daily basis.
Big deal.

When we are kids our curiosity is what helps us learn about feelings and emotions.
It’s at this age we explore to find out who we are and how everything works.
It’s not an adult exploiting children for their own benefits but kids being kids and trying to be grown up.
Kids doing what their instincts tell them to do at that age is to help prepare them for adulthood.
Sometimes they get caught and are taught what’s right or wrong and how we are supposed to act when these emotions come over us.
It’s here we should be stepping in to help educate them not lock them up.
Out there in the jungle it would be normal but in the machine they make the rules.
It’s all a process of learning.

Within the manufactured way of living there is little room to explore and only what is presented to you in books and pamphlets.
Now, if curiosity gets the better of an 8 year old and Betty wants to see Ralph’s inch worm she could end up ruining her life because some bureaucrat who is probably jealous they didn’t get to see Ralph’s inch worm when they were at that age will have her arrested and marked for life as a child molester.

How far should we be allowing society to interfere with our natural growth?
There must be laws but what if those laws are ridiculous?
A combination of the two to me would sound perfect to bridge both sides together as one instead of trying to change what is in our nature.
Crime would go down.

Common sense would be required if that’s at all possible in government to find a healthy solution to some of our problems not ruining lives before they have a chance to begin.
Many of the mental illnesses in my opinion stem from a lot of the laws used to suppress our instincts and emotions.
When someone cracks up we say they’re crazy.
Are they or is it society that drives us crazy by cocooning us in how they think we should live.
What does it say about a society that pardons a convicted pedophile but plans on making our children sex offenders for playing show and tell?

These have been my personal opinions.

Have a nice day

Walker

wHO'S tHE bOSS uNDER tHE cOVER ©

All the birthdays and holidays are past for a bit.
Imagine, even the blog has a birthday and on April Fool’s.
I wonder whom the jokes on HA HA HA
Is it me or is time moving a little faster than it used to?
The weather is uncharacteristically great.
Hmmmm maybe 2012 is the number and Mother Nature is giving us one last whirl around the bowl before she flushes the motherfucker with us in it.
Now I can lie back on the couch and watch a little TV now that some of my favorite shows are starting up again like Fringe and Under Cover Boss.

Fringe is a great show with some freaky shit happening all the time all towards one main purpose.
This show reminds me of X-Files without the aliens.
Just this weekend we all sat down to watch season one and everyone was glued to the television for the whole 20 episodes and Inia’s son took it with him to watch it again.
It’s not often you see a kid ignore his computer or game console for that long to watch a whole season of a show.

It’s not like there isn’t enough around here to distract everyone like for instance the other day.
The ex SIL came by to see the kids and she had this weird look in her eye.
I’ve seen that look before in people who usually pulled a knife or gun out on me.
As she was a third pf the way up the stairs and eye level with me I asked if there was a problem.

Her eyes went from blank to wild and she verbally attacked me in a loud voice.
Spewing a barrage of insult at me my kids and my family.
This woman called my niece who is all of five years old a whore because the kid wore a hat she didn’t approve of and said her mother was a whore because of the way she dressed.

Everyone can dress as they please like her who wears circa 1800’s reproductions and looks like she would live in Salem Massachusetts.
Is it still legal to burn witches there?

I mean this woman turned on me with a vengeance and just after I spent a month helping her move a TV from my place to hers and at a DRASTICALLY reduced price.
$250 bucks for a 40 inch TV and I moved the 300-pound monster with a bum arm with my people supplying the vehicle.
I gave her an aquarium because she needed it and cat food to feed her six cats, food for Easter, which she ate before.
Now she is here screaming at me and wants to assault my kids with this bullshit.
I don’t fucken think so.
I told her to get out of the house but all she did was scream down the stairs and in my face yelling at me some crap that happened in the summer of 89 and that I never apologized for what I did.
Yeah I remember that, apologize my fucken ass.
They’re lucky I didn’t litter the place with bodies that day.
Oh, I did but they were still all breathing.

The Ex phoned and said she needed a ride to take D1 to the dentist and when I got there were three guys lying in wait for me.
The Ex’s brother in law with two of his cousins and one of the Ex.’s sister as commander and chief on the moron gang.
Three pencil necks in brand spanking new jeans against and a bleach blond with a soft fat ass against a street raised battle harden street hood.
I had a dagger in my right boot.
The belt buckle face came off and slipped out into a lock blade and there was a buck knife in my back pocket that I used to murder apples with which I could have gone for but those were instruments reserved to be used against men not dick heads so I looked around the room quickly for D1’s nerf bat.

It was quick and ugly.
Less than 5 seconds and Blondie was lying on her husband bawling.
One guy was bleeding profusely from a busted nose that had shattered against the wall.
The third guy was running down the hallway for the stairs and his life.
The Ex was screaming it wasn’t her idea.
Uh huh.
I doubt if the whole family could spell IDEA let alone have one.

Her sister took off and called the cops who showed up not to long after as I was leaving.
They knew me and we talked then they went upstairs to the Ex’s and after about thirty minutes arrested them all for being stupid.

They actually told the cops that they lured me there to teach me a lesson.
I mean, how premeditatedly stupid can you fucken be?
Yeah I sat there in the parking lot gloating as they took them away.
That family really hates me.

So I told her to get out of the house and she refused to go but continued her verbal assault at me telling me that I used to beat my EX every day.
A week before she was telling me how well I treated her sister and how stupid she was.
Talk about bi-polar
At this point I had had enough and told her to get the fuck out.
Inia’s four year old was standing right there with her eldest on the couch watching the show.
D2 was at the top of the stairs looking down.
Inia was behind me at the computer.

The SIL didn’t fucken hear what I said so I took a step towards her and she started yelling at me that she would call the police if I hit her.
You’re in my fucken house and refusing to LEAVE.
On top of all that you are threatening me and everyone in my home so if I want to use your fucken ass for a damn soccer ball I will and I don’t give a fuck if you have a cock or cunt between your legs.

I crowded her out the front door where she stood hurling more insults at me when she wasn’t spitting.
I locked the scream door and walked down the hallway as she stood at the screen screaming at Inia to get out now before the beatings start.
I think Inia wanted to go out there and start the beating.

So you see, lying back on the couch to watch TV was a big change of pace for me.
Sunday I like watching first the Amazing Race.
The only reality shows I care to watch and then Undercover Boss my new Sunday favorite.
Got to replace football with something you know.
Undercover boss is about bosses from various large corporations who go undercover to see how things are going down in the trenches without anyone knowing they are the bosses.
Last week they had the CEO of Roto Router.
He was working like a grunt getting dirty like the rest but sucking at it compared to them.
In the end the bosses learn a lot about some of the people who work for them and in almost every episode they help some of their employees who need help or promote some who show promise and commitment.

At the end of each episode they reveal who they really are and the people are shocked to learn that the head honcho was working right they’re with them.
Probably thought hard to remember if they were nice to him, HA HA HA.

Now this could only work for a large company.
It would be hard for Joe of Momma’s Pizzeria to show up one day in disguise to see how his staff is actually working without him when the only other staff is his momma.
She probably starts beating him with a rolling pin for not being at work.

You know whom I would like to see on the show?
The Godfather of the Mafia.
Oh man, I think it would be cool.

Of course he would have to go out of town so no one would recognize him so he tells everyone he is going away to his private cottage to be alone for a break.
He picks up the phone and calls some Capo he has never met in some shit hole in the middle of no where and tells him that he is sending someone, “Luigi” down for some work and to accept him with his, “the godfather’s” blessing and to give him work.
Of course his request is respected without question.

The next day he is on a plane going to his first day on the job.
After meeting his contact at a greasy diner we was taken to the dockyard where he was introduced to a couple of other hoods he was to be working with.
Their job was to straighten out a shop steward at the docks who was causing trouble for the capos daughter.
After a two-hour wait they spotted their man on his way to his vehicle going on break and accosted him before he got there.
Dragging him to the alley, Luigi watched as one thug held him while the other gave him a lecture.
The shop steward was telling them he didn’t care what they said; he wasn’t going to be pushed around.
Luigi thought to himself.
Back in the day we didn’t talk to them, we showed them.
After ten minutes of watching them argue Luigi stepped in and asked if he could have a word with the shop steward.

Luigi wasn’t very tall compared to the six foot six shop steward but that didn’t bother the five foot four Luigi.
He walked up to the man and told him he had something to say to him then winked at him.
Without any indication of what he was about to do Luigi kicked the shop steward in the balls and shoved him thumb into his eye socket, spilling out the eye all over his wrist.
The man was screaming in pain when Luigi’s shoe kicked him in the side of the head while he was on the ground then stomped on his face a couple of times before he stepped back and told his two cronies that this is the way you talk business with these people.
Now, they could tell them what was needed to be said.

Both men stood there in shock at what had just transpired.
One of them took a small step forward and told the downed man that the Boss’ daughter said that the wedding would be in June not July like they had previously arraigned.

Back at the shop the Boss was freaking out when they heard what had happened to his daughters future husband.
He wanted to kill Luigi but he couldn’t do anything because he was sent with the Godfather’s blessing.
Instead he sent Luigi out of town to another outfit the next day and out of his sight.

Day two of the Godfather’s undercover adventure had him doing collection 500 miles out west with a crew working for his brother in law Guido.
They went from store to store collecting from everyone but one corner store.
Luigi went to walk in but was stopped by one of the others.
He was told that that owner was not on their books because the owner refused to pay for protection.

“Refuse” Luigi thought.
Back in the day no one refused to pay homage.
He told them to wait and he would be right back.
Walking through the door he saw a elderly woman standing behind the counter and proceeded over to ask the where a bouts of the owner only to find out that she was the owner.
No mind, she still had to pay homage if she wanted to operate in this neighborhood.

The other waited for about fifteen minutes outside of the store before Luigi emerged again bleeding from the ears, eyes, mouth and nose.
They all looked at him unsurprised.
Luigi looked at them and ask why they didn’t tell him she was Sicilian.
They all just laughed at him as he staggered to the car.

Day three all they did was hang out at the strip club waiting for orders.
Luigi sat around groping the passing strippers; it’s something Luigi did well.
The others just sat there talking scared to grab some ass.
Back in the old day he thought they would be locking the doors and screwing everyone of them but now they give you dirty looks he thought.

On the fourth day they were summoned and were told they were to go along with one of the others to pull a bank job.
Luigi would be the driver.
The rest of the afternoon was spent planning the job and get away.

The next day, a Friday the showed up at the bank just before it opened for business.
His three partners exited the vehicle while he sat there waiting and drinking his coffee.
As he sat there he was startled by a passing truck and spilled hot coffee on his lap.
Fuck he looked like he just pissed his pants.
Looking around he didn’t find anything he could use to soak up some of the coffee from his pants but he did notice a fast food joint across the street.
Looking at his watch he figured he had a few minutes before they came out again so he got out and locked the door so no one stole the car while he was across the street.
Five minutes later he came back to the car and waited.
And waited and waited………

As he sat there he heard the sound of sirens and police cruisers were rushing towards him, then past as they raced down the street.
For a second there he thought they were caught.

He waited and waited and they still hadn’t come out.
Back in the day they were in and out of a bank before the second hand went around the clock once.
This new generation were lazy he thought.
It’s been almost half an hour and he was getting hungry.
Looking back across at the fast food joint he decided to run across quickly and grab one of those egg sandwiches, yeah.
Locking the car again he ran across the street.
He was back in about five minutes and sat in the car again.
Being the nice guy that he was he picked up a sandwich for each of the guys but they were taking a long time getting back.
Waiting another fifteen minutes he decided to go check out the bank and see what the fuck was keeping them.
Reaching the door he pulled to find it closed and a sign on the window saying closed.

Turning he went back to the car and drove back to the boss and told him that they never came out of the bank and didn’t know where they had disappeared too.
The capo couldn’t understand what had happened when just then the door opened and two of the guys walked in all sweaty and looking ragged, each was carrying a backpack.

The boss asked them where the hell they were and they said that they came out of the bank with the money and when they got to the car it was locked and Luigi was nowhere in sight so they ran down the street but when they got to the corner the cops were on their way so they ran back to the car to see if Luigi was back but he wasn’t there so they took off down the other end of the street but there to the police were arriving so again they turned around and passed the car yet a third time as they took off down an alley and out the other side where they jumped on a bus to here.
The boss looked around and asked them were the third one was and they said he didn’t make it.
He missed the bus and was left at the bus stop.

The boss looked at Luigi and was furious.
Luigi told him he was there waiting but it took them so long he got hungry.
If it had been anyone else he would be laying in a ditch somewhere but the Godfather had sent him and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG couldn’t touch him.

That night Luigi packed up for his trip home but before he did he called ahead and told his Consigliere to invite all the people he had met to his house on Sunday so he could surprise them with his true identity.

That Sunday he got up and took a long hot bath before putting on his best suit.
The Consigliere came in and told him everyone had arrived and was waiting for him so he proceeded to his study where everyone he had invited was being assembled.
He stopped at the door one last time to adjust his tie then stepped into the room and yelled out “Surprise” just before the roar of guns filled the room.

Oh well, sometimes it’s not good to be da boss

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Pardon The Nuts ©

HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!
Life is playing a joke on me.

A number of years ago I applied and was refused a pardon because as the return letter said” We do not believe that you have reformed and or ever will”.
Interesting words.

Seems we used to hire clairvoyants back then.
Bad ones but they could see the future just the same.
Today it’s another story.
This is the part that intrigues me.
People intrigue me and if there are shapely legs and nice tits involved well then, I may even get Charley to twitch a little.

Something has come to light that has left me dumbfounded.
Most of you know I wasn’t a model citizen growing up and in fact a drug dealer and many other things that involved making money illegally, without paying taxes way back in my youth.
Pissed off the cops a lot too.

It was wrong according to the laws society has put in place and I admit I knowingly broke them.
Every day for thirty years until one day, well there is always ONE day, when I was finally caught marking the end of my destruction.

Convictions were, trafficking narcotics (hash), assaulting a police officer (Asshole), obstructing justice (Using one of my numerous alias’) and a handful of possession charges for being caught with hash on a number of occasions.
That’s not including my juvenile record, which I may add was brilliant even if I have to say so myself.
In total over those thirty years I did about three months in jail.

Why did it take so long to catch me and why I got so little time, because I wasn’t out there hurting people?
My business was in bars where adults partied and most of my clientele were friends but you can’t always get away with it and I didn’t.

Ten years later and a mountain of money spent on an education I applied for a pardon and they sent that little excerpt to me.
I figure, fine and let it go and move on.

It’s been fifteen years since I applied for that pardon.
Why am I thinking about it today?
I am thinking about it because today I found out that our parole board that also takes care of pardons, in their wisdom have pardoned a pedophile.
Yup,
This piece of shit that molested kids was a minor league coach who sexually assaulted kids that were entrusted to him.
For years he terrorized the teens that he coached.
Some became well known NHL players.
He got a fucken pardon for these crimes.

Who the fuck is on the damn parole board?
What is it, it’s the pedophiles turn to sit on the board and they decided to give one of their own a pat on the ass and a walk.
This pardon allows this piece of shit to hide from what he has done and even get a job among kids without anyone knowing that he is a monster.

I want his fucken pardon.
It doesn’t even have to go to me, I just want them to take it back and give it to someone else.
They said they don’t believe “I” will ever reform but they think this garbage has.
I want them to lock the members of that pardon board in a room with the victims and their families for an hour.
A tube of K-Y won’t hurt but why give them a break.

What the fuck are we becoming when we start pardoning pedophiles for committing one of the most heinous crimes there is in our modern society.
Isn’t it enough that we don’t cut their balls off and stuff them with hot coals?
Hell we put them in a special safe jails so no one hurts them and then offer them better health care than the general public receives.
Better help than his victims got and he will get that for life while the victims only have the nightmares.

Hold on….

SLAP SLAP SLAP

Pardon me while I try and knock my senses out of whack so that I can see the light to this thought.
Nope, still smells like fucken shit to me.

This may have been condoned back in the Dark Ages or medieval times but we are SUPPOSED to be more enlightened and compassionate today.
We are supposed to be more humane not more fucken stupid and compassionate to the monsters of our day.

Maybe we should elect him prime minister and get that other murdering cocksucker Clifford Olsen to be governor general.
They could have gangbangs with the Pages up in Parliament or at Queens park.
Hell let’s throw in a couple of Catholic priests with a few alter boys and we may even be able to get the pope in on the party to bless a fucken ass or two before the slaughter.

I’m sick and tired of this shit.
There is nothing I despise more than pedophiles.
They had the head exorcist of the Catholic Church in an interview and he said, “They are not possessed by the devil but have lost their way”.

Lost their way?
They find their way up some boy’s crack real easy.
He said they need help.
Way to go head exorcist, we only thought of burning them at the stake not helping him.
Fine stop hiding them and pass them over, we’ll help them.
There are a whole bunch of lifers looking for some fresh meat and a priest would be oh so juicy for them, especially after the slit his fucken throat to lube his fucken ass.
But if they survive, we’ll give them a pardon.

I know, I am being very colorful today but you see I have a couple of friends who were lucky enough to have to have their prostates blessed by the father, the son and not so much of a holy ghost while incarcerated in a juvenile facility run by the Catholic Church.
They entered as kids and exited as psychotic animals.

Government and religion are the real scum of society with our leaders as the grand masters of these cults to use us, and ours for fodder to feed their perversions.

The government is now saying they have to revamp their system for pedophiles.
Fuck that, they have to look at the system as a whole and modernize it as society has changed from when it was first put in place hundreds of years ago.

The Catholic Church says nothing or nothing relevant.
They will deal with any small indiscretions within their little pedophile cult.
That's how they got into this trouble.
Playing with the small indiscretions and got caught.

If found guilty, the accused will have to say 20 hail marries and jerk off the pope every day for a week before bed time.
I am pretty sure it doesn’t say fuck thy neighbor’s son in the bible.

To me, my opinion, the Catholic Church is no more than a haven for pedophiles from what I see unfolding throughout the world.
Brazil, Germany, Ireland, here a number of years ago and in the states and they say this is only the tip of the scandal.

This doesn’t look that good for Christians around the world does it?
Even if you’re not Catholic, they represent more than half the Christians in the world and are hurting this religion as a whole.

It’s not enough we have armies around the world proclaiming god is on their side as they butcher people in battle and now we have to have priests molesting kids in god’s house.
Tell me; is god on their side too?
If he is, then the Vatican is right in defending them but if god is not on their side then why is the Vatican protecting them for?
This is where they should be bridging the gap with their followers not knocking down bridges.
What is this telling the Christians of the world?
That there are rules for them and another set for us or are they just a bunch of fucken hypocritical perverts?

I don’t think all Catholic priests are like this but by keeping this hidden, it’s the same as condoning it, which makes them no better and all guilty of the same crime in the eyes of the law and god, if you believe in god.

In a world where people flock to their religions for comfort and hope in uncertain times of unrest, the last thing they need is their last refuge polluted by this sort of thing.

It’s time they stood up for what they preach stand by us for a change.
It’s time they overhauled the Catholic Church as well and maybe let their priests marry and allow for female priests.
Allow the law of the land to deal with the garbage and maybe they can once again earn the trust of their flock.

Government and church need to get together on this issue to put the faith back in our society and our churches instead of showing us they are above the law.
Either we are all equal and worthy of their respect or maybe its time we decided to clean house on our own.
This has to be done, if anything to keep them honest in the future.
I find this whole thing fucken disgusting.
Why doesn’t it disgust them?
Do they accept this shit?
I don’t.
No one should and they need to answer for this without excuse.

Giving pardons to pedophiles, give me a fucken break
We’re already in hell and heavens looking like a dungeon.
These are my own opinions.

Have a nice day

Walker

Five Years Later ©

Five years.
Is that long or not long enough?
Sometimes it feels like an eternity.

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I would like to thank all of you who have stopped in to say hi over the years and to read my daily or past insanity.
At times it has been hard to write and at times the words just flow out.
Life has gotten more complicated lately and it has affected my posting, on both blogs and my reading of blogs.

The best part of the last five years I would say is all of you, the people who enriched my life.

Five years……..

Have a nice Easter Weekend

Walker