Enough Is Never Enough ©

I think it only right to follow up my last post.

Am I surprised that Trump won?

No, no I am not.

It doesn’t mean it was my choice and if I was an American with a vote he wouldn’t have gotten it.

I would have reluctantly given it to Hillary but would have rather voted for Bernie or even Rubio, but here is the thing.

The Donald, racist, rapist, misogynist, Nazi or any other label that has been hurled at him that he might be, won; and he won by the rules.

Yes she had more votes but that is your system and it’s the same one that elected Obama so suck it up buttercup.

You’re fucked like I had to live with Prime Minister Steven Fucken Harper for 11 years up here until we got rid of him.

The people are pissed Trump found an opening so he took it by appealing to rural communities who HAVE been ignored.

He bull shitted his way into their desires and told them he would take away their pain if they bought into his rhetoric.

Oh, I am only calling Trump a liar for the things I saw him say and deny with my own eyes not from what I have heard others say.

How will Trump rule?

I see the country in turmoil.

I see race wars.

I see social equality wars.

I see blue collar workers battling white collar workers.

The poor…..hmmmmm

Well you see, that’s a hard one because I figure by the time this is all over there will only be 2 classes.

The poor and the rich.

The middle class will be replaced by the police who will keep the rich safe from the poor.

Yes I have an overactive imagination and no I don’t believe this is going to happen in one election cycle but it can be the start of the avalanche unless …..

Unless the republican party can reign him in and of they can’t I wouldn’t be surprised if a coalition of Dems and Reps join to Impeach him…but then he would rally his supporters with his lying rhetoric and hit the streets.

 Oiiiiii…………..

You’re all fucked down there

What can I say

Welcome to Canada

Soon to be the land of the Lost American

Have a nice day

Walker

Enough Already ©

It’s been over a fucken year and this stupid election is still going on.

You people down south are nuts.

I mean, how much is this costing?

Trillions of dollars will be spent by the end of this and what will it accomplish, sweet nothings.

How many of you can’t afford health care?

Clinton’s going to win.

Trump is an idiot and is handing it over to her every time he opens his mouth.

The man has destroyed his own party.

I can’t find the words to describe the man.

Is he a commie, a fascist, racist, a psycho zealot with a dildo still stuck up his ass?

What is even more mind boggling is that the hard core republicans are not getting serious and going to war to save their party.

Instead they are either bailing ship or abstaining from it all.

Get the fuck out of here.

Where the hell is the pride of ones party?

The party is a family and if a member of your family goes astray in a extreme way; do you let it destroy your family or do you fight to save it?

If you are a republican and don’t like Trump, don’t vote for Clinton because you hate Trump. Vote for her if you believe in her platform if not vote Libertarian or Green.

In fact I don’t know why the disgruntled republican elite haven’t gathered an army of political power to back one of these other candidates that have some of their interests in mind.

Trump thinks that Canada was allowed to leave the United States…..

Actually he would be in favor of forcing us back.

I don’t know what to say.

I thought Sarah Palen was bad but Donald…

I guess if we wrote the short history version because Canada was part of the British Empire, the U.S.A. left Canada.

In fact in later years, 1812 to be exact we had another war where we burned down the White House.

Which you later burnt down ours in York, so we all broke even on that one.

This is grade 4 history for us in Canada Donald, did you get past kindergarten or are you still failing it?

I have said I like Trumps style of being blunt but I personally can’t agree with his views as a person living on this planet.

To the American people and to anybody in any country in the world, always vote and always vote with your conscience not you heart.

Politics makes me dizzy.

Society makes me crazy.

The world is going to hell

I can smell it in the air

See it in the news

If you don’t know what I am talking about then I can’t tell you

Me, I am waiting for that meteor with our name on it so I can climb the mountain with a bottle of scotch, a nice fat doobie and hope I get lucky and it lands at my feet.

Now that, would be a blast

Have a nice day

Walker

Calling Ground Control ©

Fuck the Bermuda triangle, stay away from the South China Sea.

Fight MH370 leaves Malaysia for Beijing then poof, gone.

Six days and not a spec of debris.

Nothing.

Forty ships and forty planes from an international force are searching the area for any possible sign for the missing plane with its over 200 passengers.

Families of said passengers desperately waiting for some word about their loved ones fate.

Six days now and nothing.

Are they looking in the right place?

They have brought in satellites to help in the search but the only thing they found with them were two sperm whales getting in on.

Billions of dollars in technology and the best they can do is whale sex.

Is there a you tube post I can watch?

Maybe it’s on facebook.

Now they are saying for four hours after the plane disappeared from radar it’s Rolls Royse engines were still communicating with the mother plant.

Huh, I don’t know what’s stranger, the fact that the engines knew the plane was still flying around for four hours after it disappeared and the airport didn’t or that the engines can communicate with the plant they were made in via satellite and I can’t get a cell tower for a signal on my phone.

I have been listening to the different possibilities but have yet to hear one mention Aliens or some kind of time dimensional shift sending those poor bastards to a different realm of time or space.

Yeah, yeah it sounds nuts until you wake up one day and you’re being probed by some ugly fuck and it isn’t Saturday morning.

Then we have to beg Will Smith and Jeff Goldbloom to save us.

You know, I don’t feel bad any more about loosing my cell phone in the house, these fucks lost a giant airplane worth millions.

You would think for all that money someone would have thought to put in find plane features like we have for the phone.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Pussy Footing Around ©

So I am laying on the couch watching the news about the happenings going on in the Ukraine.

Now I have an opinion on the situation but this post isn’t about my opinion but more about the posturing the world and the parties involved are performing.

Let’s face it, it’s already a done deal but for the dancing.

As I am watching the TV, two of my four cats come bouncing in like two seasoned fighters, circling each other trying not to expose a vulnerable target for the other to attack.

Like two black panthers, mother, daughter slowly closed the gap between them coiled up like two heavy duty springs ready to explode in a cascade of claws and fur.

Looking away from the TV and Putin’s “I don’t give a fuck about anyone” look, Alice sprung at her mother, wrapping herself around her neck clawing and biting as hard and as fast as she could.

Just as Obama came on the news babbling about something I didn’t hear but I could hear him telepathically speaking to Putin,

“ What the fuck are you doing bitch|?

“Couldn’t you have done all this quietly or waited until I was gone from office”?

“Can’t you see I got my hands full with heath care, immigration and that fucken cry baby Biden constantly whining about Hillary running for president but no, you have to go out there stomping your little feet in those big shoes pissing everyone off and blaming me again for not doing something”.

That’s when Elvira rolled over Alice and tore into her belly.

Screaming with pain Alice tried to escape but she was done and knew it so she went limp giving up.

This is where the point I am trying to make come to light.

When Elvira was sure she had won, she starts licking the others ass and this isn’t the first time I have seen this.

Every time the battle is over the winner licks the other ones ass.

Do these animals know something that we don’t or did they find my stash and are getting high.

But you know, as I am sitting here thinking about this, we do it too.

Think about it.

WWII, The bad guys, Italy, Germany, Japan.

They were responsible for destroying most of the world and the architects behind the annihilation of millions of souls.

We, the allies kicked their butts and won.

We beat them so bad they had to bend over for us to lick their butts after the war so they could become better off than we are today.

Same thing isn’t it?.

The victor gets to suck ass and watch their economy go down the drain while the vanquished rise out of the ashes better than they started and with our tax money to boot.

Maybe we need to loose once in a while to get our asses licked?

I wonder who has the longer tongue, Putin or Obama?

The only thing we know for sure is as politicians they will be forked tongues.

As Elvira licked away, out of the corner of my eye I spot Salem, the 30 pound tomcat walk by down the hall with a medium pizza box clenched in his mouth eagerly being followed by his son Ozzy.

I see more ass licking down the road.

Have a nice day

Walker

Cell Me ©

Bloody technology is making me crazy and I am supposed to understand this shit better than the average person but no.

I’m a stump on some things like cell phones.

Over the last two decades I have had a dozen or so cell phones.

In the last 4 years though I have gone through no less than 6 cell phones (with a price tag of $2300), four of which were in the last four months.

First one was a Motorola flip phone which worked great until I flipped it one day and it flew away from the bottom part of the phone.

Next I got a slider phone which I must say I loved to text with but so did my daughter who took that and gave me a brand new …….. fucken flip phone.

Granted it was a Samsung but I was done with flip phone.

The thing would cut off when I needed it the most.

“Hi Mike, it’s Walker, yeah, I got off the 401 and turned left on service road 39 about 40 minutes ago and I still haven’t come to country road 22 yet”.

These people must have run out of names.

“What, what do you mean I was supposed to turn left on country road 22 first ?”

“There was no Country road 22…….the second left…. But your email said just first left?”

My gas gauge said I was at a half quarter tank.

What it didn’t say was, I was lost in the boonies.

“So what is the best way back to your place?”

“Yeah, keep going until I hit a stop sign, yeah then I turn……hello…Mike?”

Damn blue tooth must be dead.

Pull over and grab at the phone but there is no one at the other end because there are no more bars on the phone.

I figure go to the stop sign and try calling again from there.

About 5 kilometres down the road I come to a four way stop.

I pull over and try the phone again.

It rang about 4 times when Mike picked it up, right before the battery died.

You know, I don’t have a charger in the car.
You know because most of us don;t until this shit happens then we get one.

In front of me I have three choices, straight, right or left.

Lighting up a cigarette I get logical on it and came to the conclusion that left was the one because straight would be going farther, right would likely take me away and left felt like it would swing back.

Sounds logical to me.

Blowing a mouthful of smoke out the window I noticed a scarecrow in the field next to me.
It was a scary one, it had its pants down around its ankles like a rapper.

I went left and at first is swung east for the longest time then went a little southwest for a bit then east again and about half an hour later I came up to a side road that looked like it went north.

What to do, gas gauge didn’t look good.

I turn north and drove for about twenty minutes when I came to another another four way stop.

Now what?

I look at the phone to see if maybe the phone fairy charged it for me but it was still dead.

I pulled out another smoke to think on it and as I sat there I noticed another scarecrow across the intersection.

People around here like ugly scarecrows.

Logically if I turn right I would be going east according to my inner compass so I turn right and must have drove for half an hour in the middle of nowhere before I came a a road turning right.

This time I decided to keep going straight and twenty minutes or so later came to another damn four way stop and another one of those damn scarecrows.

I sat there staring in every direction and each time my eyes ended up on the scarecrow.

It’s the same scarecrow but I saw it from different sides each time.

This whole fucken area is a huge cul de or kiss my sac.

What idiots make these roads.

So I looked at the whole thing from the beginning and I did what I should have done from the start.

Turn around and go back the way I came in the first place.

I found a gas station as soon as I got to the 401 and from there I went home.

To hell with Mike, my damn phone and my inner compass..

So I got a blackberry.

Never had one of those.

It looked small and compact with a keyboard for the texting I never do.

It didn’t work out.

My fat finger wasn’t made for poking a little button to make things work.

Works great for poking a fat juicy clit but not a blackberry.

One month it lasted before I replaced it with a Iphone 4.

Piece of shit that turned out to be.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great looking phone but it has a flaw.

When its sitting flat on the table I get 3-4 bar but when you pick it up it looses service.

You have to hold it with two fingers like you would hold a stinky diaper to get it to at least one bar maybe two.

One week.

Now I have a Samsung S4, I love it.

I does shit that I don’t even need.

It knows when I'm looking it and when I look away it closes but when I look back it comes on.

It thinks I don’t know but I know, Phone Police “wink”.

When I wave a hand over it is senses it and turns on and when I pull it away it goes off.

It’s cool.

Saves energy that way but it did fuck me up the other day when I brought it upstairs with me and left it on the night stand.

It kept going on and off continuously.

Off, on, off, on , off, on…. But when I leaned up to look at it there was nothing wrong until I put it down and lay back in bed.

This went on a couple of times before I came to me.

I turned the phone off and lay back in bed.

Never jerk off with your cell phone on.

Have a nice day

Oh the iphone 4 makes a great Itouch for music

Walker

What Season Is It Again? ©

So let’s do a recap of the weather of late.

A month ago we got snow by the yard.

Not inches and hell not centimetres, maybe meters.

I have seen lots of snow and pushed it off but this is the first time I had to dig my way out.

You know you are in trouble when you look where you have the snow blower chained at and you can’t see it.

It’s there, somewhere.

After hours of battle with the big white ugly we built a small mountain on the side of the road for my tax money to go to work, eventually.

Totally exhausted I remember coming in and passing out for a couple of hours or maybe a little more but when I woke up and looked out the window the small mountain wasn’t there any more.

It was buried under a fresh new pile of white shit.

This time the snow was a third of the way up the door.

It’s like the fucken beginning of October, winter is supposed to start in December.

What the fuck is this shit?

Where the hell are you supposed to put this crap when the street is already full?

I think we are all going about this snow removal business in the wrong way.

We got to get a little Eskimo on this shit.

Where’s Si from Duck Dynasty I need some back up here.

I love Duck Dynasty.

We have rednecks here to, we just call it frostbite.

Build Igloos with the damn stuff.

You know that mud room you always wanted to build in the front but couldn’t afford.

Here’s your chance, build it and in the spring it will just melt away watering your lawn for spring as it goes.

Maybe that garage you always wanted to put you car in during the winter.

Make some forms for blocks and start building, more fun than shovelling.

After the blizzard from hell passes, Hell freezes over.

-50?

Give me a break.

This isn’t Winnipeg.

Actually it’s colder there, so cold Winnie’s Poo would bounce and shatter when it hits the ground.

A solid week of frigid weather.

They are bitching in Atlanta Ga. that its –10.

Big deal, cover your peaches with a hanky it’s –50 up here for us.

You could get your tongue stuck licking a exposed nipple…… I guess that wouldn’t be so bad though.

Now, this coming Saturday it’s going to be 8 decrees.

8?

-50 last week and 8 this weekend.

What’s next, a meteor shower?

The weatherman said it will be like paradise and should rename the city Ottalulu.

Does this idiot even know what paradise is?

Probably got a blowjob while he slept and woke up happy.

It was the dog moron, probably looking for a drop of fluid because his water bowl was frozen.

Over in the UK they have 50-60 foot waves.

You can tell they never seen waves that big before and hoards of them run to the wharfs to watch these massive blankets of water come crashing down on them.

HELLO when there is a 50 foot wave bearing down on you, you don’t park under it, then feebly try to out run it as your car is washed out to sea.

For all those people who don’t believe in global warming you can kiss my frozen ass and for those who named it global warming, you have done way too much LSD.

Global FUBAR would be more appropriate.

Stay warm

Walker

Calling Ground Control ©

Today I got dragged out of bed early in the morning to drive my father to the lab for some bloodwork to be done and to get a ECG done.

This is one of my new jobs now that my father daosen’t drive anymore.

We get to the lab at 9am which is the time I always like to go because it’s when they allow parking after the morning rush.

As we walk in I grabbed a number and handed it to my father before we found seats on opposite ends of the room as there were no other seats available.

I sat there half asleep, half awake not even the exposed thighs of the woman across from me perked up any more energy to move my head a bit to get a better view.

What her thighs did do is make me wonder how the fuck anyone could go out in this cold wearing a short skirt.

I was dressed for winter and was cold.

I know women can generate some serious heat between those thighs without even trying.

Actually I am surprised I haven’t seen a woman wearing a skirt walking down the streeet in the winter with a cloud of steam pouring out from beneath their skirt.

I don’t need heat in the bedroom with Inia under the sheets.

The woman is like a nuclear reactor core.

She would propell herself down the sidewalk in a skirt during the winter.

Now that would fuck up everyones brains ha ha ha.

So I am slowly looking around the room, up from thighs to cleavage before resting at face level where I stopped going higher, just scanned the rest of the faces and all of them were pointed down at their hands.

There were 13 other people in that room ages ranging from mid twenties to their sixties and they were all lost into their little hand held devices.

Not a single person other than my father and I in that waiting room didn’t have one.

For some reason I felt naked.

Maybe that’s why I was cold, I didn’t have a hand held device in my hand.

Well I did have one but it was to cold to pull out not that anyone would have noticed.

The nurse called out number eleven and I had to get up to nudge my father because the man is deaf but refuses to admit it.

Once I got him set for his tests I went outside to sit in the car.

As I sat there I looked around as I always do, liking to take in my surrounding before I settle in.

Everywhere I looked I saw people with little devices in ther hand, at the bus stop, walking down the street.

The bus pulled in across from me and I could see the people inside talking to their devices while other where tapping it like giant woodpeckers.

Don’t get me wrong I am not bashing these devices, I have a tablet a Crackberry as Inia calls it, a laptop and my Itouch that are all or in some part always with me when I travel around.

I am just wondering what we’ve given up for these devices.

People say we are more social because of all the apps and devices.

If that were the case why aren’t the people sitting next to each other on the bus talking to each other instead of pecking at their devices.

New internet laws are being passed here.

New powers to the police to be able take your device away without a warrant.

New laws that would pit husband against wife if the court wished it.

Our new devices have created new problem and the government believes that stripping more of our rights is the solution to the problem.

The devices are NOT the problem.

Society is the problem.

Maybe we should be rebooting society not making more rules.

The tools we develop are not the problems it’s how we think.

How we live.

We have gone from food gatherers to hoarders.

Man fought for land to help feed his own kind.

Now we fight for money to shop with.

This is how we are evolving.

When you really think about it there are only two occupations from the ancient times that still exist, farming and prostitution and even they have their devices.

My father walked out of the building and we went home.

As I walked in from the back door and into the kitchen my 86 year old mother was sitting at the table pecking at her Iphone.

Times are a changing

Have a nice day

Peter

Come Back Little Sheba Walker ©

Come back, I haven’t left Gab, I’m still here.

I’m not as motivated as I used to be I guess.

Maybe I’ve lost my Mojo.

Hmmm, so this is how Curly must have felt without Mo and Jo.

Just a lone stooge without his MoJo.

Yes there is Larry but he’s just a balding clown.

What have I been up too?

Well, alot actually but mostly taking care of my parents………..let me rephrase that.

I'm busy being tortured by my parents.

Don’t get me wrong I love my parents to death which doesn't really say mush as they are still alive.

My father is loosing his license in 32 days.

He got into an accident with a bicycle and this pretty much spelled the end of his driving.

It’s funny how the system works though.

You are not fit to drive but they let you keep your license for 60 more days

It’s like a farewell tour for your drivers license where you can kill a couple of pedestrians and not worry about loosing points on your license with the added bonus that your insurance company, who has been sucking the money out of your for 50 years has to pay for it.

Just crank up Radar Love on the squawk box and tear up the Walmart parking lot as you zigzag around the shopping carts hitting shopper after shopper pushing them.

Last week my father went shopping with my mother's brother who is 87.

He lost "his" license 3 years ago when he stopped at a red light and fell asleep.

He did have his seat belt on though.

So my father and uncle are at the mall shopping then proceed to head out to the car but have a little trouble finding it when out of the corner of his eye my father spots it not to far away.

They head to it and my father gets in first and opens the door for my uncle.

As my uncle goes to put his stuff in the back with the other things they had earlier picked up he finds that all his things are gone.

My father looks back and yup, their stuff was stolen.

Looking around the car my father noticed some of his personal stuff was missing as well and to add insult to injury the thieves had stuffed a box of tampons in the middle console.

Sitting back in the car seat my father looked around the car some more and it dawned on him that this, wasn't his car.

My uncle said you never seen two old men move so fast.

They were scared they were going to be arrest for grand theft auto.

Not far off my father found his car with my uncle’s belongings still in the back.

My 85 year old mother sprained her hip so now she is having to use a cane.

She uses it to walk but mostly she uses it to knock things down she can’t reach up high in the cupboard.

According to her if she had known this little tit bit before she would have sprained her ass years ago.

I got two kittens a while back.

Salem and Vagina.

Inia made me change Vagina’s name because she didn't want to have to explain to her eight year old's teachers how he got his arms scratched up while playing with vagina over the weekend.

So now we call her Elvira.

This is just a bit of what I have been up too.

I know I don’t post here as much as I used to and I will try too but I am still around and always will even if i didn't have any readers.
Sitting here procrastinating until I do write something.

Have a nice day

Walker

Unisex ©

It’s funny how time changes people.

The other day I am at the mall with a friend going to the electronics store to buy something we don’t need but will fill in some of the boredom.

Now for me, if it wasn’t for my aching bones I wouldn’t think I was older than 25. 

I don’t have a recent image of me in my brain, probably because I don’t spend as much time in front of the mirror as I did when I was twenty five so that’s who I see when I think of myself.

It might sound weird to some of you but hey, I never said I wasn’t.

I walk down the halls and have to keep telling myself that I am 53, but damn it’s hard when a chick walks by with big tits and clothes so tight she probably wore them when she was in grade six.

And buddy he’s no better he’s like “ I’d like to run that down and tear her apart”.

I think for a second then look at him. “Tear what apart, the other day you lost a fight with your zipper and shit your pants in Best Buy”.

“She shows you her tits and you’ll be coming from both ends just before you die of a heart attack or an aneurysm if not both at the same time”.

He looks at me then says he has to go to the washroom to fart.

How the fuck did we get from hot chicks to farting in the same breath and I am in shock.

He wants to go to the washroom to fart.

How freakin polite is that?

Who are you?

“Since when did you start caring about other people that you are going to go to the washroom to sneeze your ass”?

“Just go over in the corner and crack the marble floor or even better go into that bra store and see how many you can choke out of there topless”.

“No it’s not that he”.

“Getting older has done weird shit to me”.

“When I need to go for a dump all I do is fart but when I need to fart I end up crapping my pants so now when I need to fart I go for a crap instead”.

‘Wow, how old are you, two years older than me eh”.

Wow do I have lots to look forward too.

Eventually we ended up in the food court.

The place was warming with people.

Young, old, middle aged but mostly people in their twenties.

We sat there chopping down on our quarter pound of scorched flesh, washing it down with a glass of gold suds while everyone else around us ate salads yogurts stir fried vegetables.

I told buddy maybe we should be eating more vegetables and he said they would only make him fart more.

After eating we got into a heated discussion over a couple at one of the tables.

I said they were lesbians.

He insisted that one of them was a guy with girlish looks.

I told him no he was a she.

This went on for about ten minutes and got to the point where I was about to punch him in the head.

I had to settle this so I got up and went to their table and politely lied that my watch had stopped and was wondering if they had the time.

This way I could get a better look and hear their voices.

Thirty seconds later I walked back to the table and sat down.

“Well” buddy asked?

.”The guy you think is a guy with girlish looks, Is a girl so you are wrong and I am right”.

“How do I know you are not lying”.

“I’m not done”.

“The other one is not a girl like we both thought, it’s a guy”.

“FUCK OFF”.

Yup, times have changed.

Going to mall isn’t what it used to be.

Maybe I should spend more time looking into the mirror……or going to the mall more HA HA HA

Walker

Assault On The Garden Of Eden ©

In the wake of recent events in Newtown Connecticut I sit lost in thought.

The tragedy of it leaves me numb.

This is becoming such of a regular occurrence it’s scary to think of it as becoming a normal occurrence.

Am I wrong to think this way?

Is this a trend we have to accept or is there a cure for this insanity?

As a parent I am worried.

Yes I have children still in schools but it’s not only that, this can happen at a mall as it did in Oregon.

It doesn’t matter that I am in Canada, this could happen anywhere, it just been happening more in the United States lately and it’s more than gun control.

It only takes one nut with a weapon of any kind to commit such a heinous crime.

Personally I don’t see the need of assault weapons being sold to the general public or the need of having clips that hold more than ten rounds.

A string of firecrackers will give you the same bang for less if it’s the noise you like but like I said I don’t think this is more about gun control than it is about society.

We can limit the tools but if we can’t cure the problem we’ve done nothing but limit the damage in the future with gun control.

It doesn’t mean our kids are not in danger or you for that matter.

It doesn’t matter how much security we put up to stop this because the evil that exists always walks among us.

It’s your neighbor.

A family member.

It could be the paperboy you never tipped.

Every day millions of parents send off their most precious possessions to the care of someone else thinking they are safe and not knowing that it could be the last time they see their little angels.

Two people cuddled up together in the darkness of night deciding what would be for dinner the next day and who is driving to soccer practice …….there will be no more dinners together, no more soccer practice

That lump in your throat is your fear.

The heaviness in your chest is your soul bleeding

The look on your face is lost

Your brain numb

Until, you realize you’re left alone in a parking lot

No one else is coming

There is no one left to come

They’re gone

Why?

No it’s a mistake

No No No

No…

Only tears fill your palms

I write that to well because it’s one of my fears.

It became one when I let my kids out from under my protection.

It’s a fear many of us have and more so now with all of this crap.

Is this the evolution of our society?

If this is the direction its is going then gun control may not be the answer, we may need to strap on some heavy metal to gun down the paper boy before the lawn boy and him team up.

The wife’s got the postman covered.

There are people out there right now who are walking time bombs waiting to snap.

You know them.

You see them everyday

You just don’t know who they really are.

What’s the solution?

I don’t know.

Is this a trend we have to accept?

I hope not.

Will we all have to start wearing Kevlar clothes?

Do they make Kevlar diapers?

How will this effect our future and that of our offspring?

How far are we going to let this go?

200 years from now will we be sending off our sperm and eggs to a fertility clinic to conceive and raise so we can keep them safe.

There has to be a way to filter out these people who feel they need to attack innocence to be noticed.

There has to be a way to keep our children and loved ones safe without imprisoning ourselves.

There has to be a way to avoid the pain we all have to suffer especially the young ones who witness this and have to carry it around for the rest of their lives.

For parents whose lives will never be totally fulfilled with the void they will always carry within them when they lost the smiles that lit the sparkle in their eye.

With a heavy heart I sit in my dark corner embracing these parents in my thoughts and soul.

With my deepest sympathies

Walker

What's On ©

Tv sucks

I am tired of reruns of shows that were never good to start with

I have seen every damn home improvement and wedding dress show there is out there.

Really, I am pretty sure not only can I help your bride choose a fucken dress I can build you a house to live in too.

You would think with all the advances in technology we can get some really cool programming and what do we get.

The Kardashians, Mob wives.

Mob wives?

Who’s producing the show, the FBI?

Lately the commercials are more entertaining than the shows 

How scary is that?

Oh, Oh have you noticed you can say “screwed’ on live TV but they bleep out “Fucked”.

Really?

Oh, and you can say crap but not “Shit”.

Are you kidding me?

The Olympics are starting tomorrow.

Have you noticed how the Olympics are the only thing that hasn’t evolved like everything else.

Papyrus became paper and paper because a laptop.

Horses turned into planes, trains and automobiles.

The Olympics never evolved like that.

I mean if it was to evolve properly under the same criteria then they would have to use weapons they have today because the Olympics were based on the art of war.

So the shot put would have to be replaced with a hand grenade.

The javelin with a rocket launcher.

See how far you can chuck one of those and stay behind the line.

The marathon would have to be run with a 40 pound back pack and the discus would have to be a land mine.

We can get rid of Boxing, Judo, karate and Greco/roman wrestling and just have MMA, maybe Dana White can help out there.

No more need for hurdles when you can use coiled out razor wire

I miss the old Olympics from the 70s and 80s when everyone took steroids.

Somewhere Ben Johnson is saying “Me too”.

I remember the Russian weightlifting team back then.

They had one guy that looked like Paul Bunion’s blue ox, “Babe”

What do you say to a guy who picks up 500 pounds over his head.

“Coo chi coo chi coo chi”?

I wonder what’s on the radio?

I remember people talking about gathering around the radio on Saturday nights when they were small to listen before there was TV.

They  used to have those murder mystery serials on and people would try to figure out who done it.

I would be trying to envision how big the lead actresses tits were.

T.V. sucks

Have a nice day

Walker

At The Movies ©

Have you been watching the news.

I have been watching about the shootings in Colorado where the gunman walked into a dark theater dressed like a black storm trooper and opened up on the unsuspecting crowd.

I have been in some scary situations but I can’t say I could imagine the horror these people went through.

I spent the night listening to witnesses, family of victims and politicians trying to be as human as their party lines would allow them too.

I watched the same story from three different countries as to try to get the widest perspective on the situation as possible so that I could try to find reason in it for me to comprehend.

This is not only in the States, recently there have been two major shootings in Toronto that left people dead and injured.

The one in Colorado calls himself the Joker while the nut here legally changed his name to some video character’s name just before he went on his murder/cannibalistic spree.

The guy in Norway killed 77 people and left over 300 injured.

What the fuck is going on?

Last night on Piers Morgan, he and a couple of other gun control activists beat up on a NRA supporter.

Personally I think Piers Morgan as an observer forgot what his job is and let his emotions take over which I can understand given the circumstances.

They say Guns don’t kill people

People kill people.

True enough but if you can’t control the people because frankly there is no way to know when someone is going to go on a shooting spree then you got to control the weapon.

It’s the easiest solution.

I understand in the U.S. constitution it says they have the right to bear arms and I don’t see nothing wrong with that.

Having a gun in your home for protection is not a all bad thing if you are a responsible citizen but what the hell does anyone need a 50 caliber machine gun for?

They selling automatic assault weapon to average people.

How bad are the gofers?

Yeah, yeah they do a background check but most of these nuts who snap are sweet lovable people according to their family friends before they go Rambo on society.

I don’t think gun control is the only solution.

We have stricter gun laws in Canada and as you can see we still have shootings.

If  a criminal wants a gun he will find a way to get one and there are plenty of people willing to smuggle them in for a profit.

I watched politicians avoid the questions on gun control because the NRA is so big they can topple campaigns but both leaders can take time off in respect to those in Colorado.

Kiss my ass.

If you can’t form an honest opinion they are you really that honest?

What happened to “Let’s ask the people what they want”?

That’s the problem with us.

We’re scared to admit to the truth and try to do something about it.

The NRA should be working with the gun control lobby to find ways on continuing their love of guns but with some restrictions.

Why do you need a 100 round clip?

If you can’t shoot straight then get a shotgun.

If you still can’t hit it then take up knitting because you suck.

The NRA is not the problem but they could help be a solution.

We don’t have an NRA here or in Norway and look what happened there.

Nuts will always find weapons to do their thing, we just need to make it harder because the only thing we have been offering so far, is victims.

There are over 200 million privately owned guns in the United States.

That’s enough to scare any country away from attacking them and I am sure some are drooling for some of that.

I can’t say I am anti gun because I love to shoot and own a couple, legally.

I have owned a Russian Simnov that took ten round clips ( didn’t need a 100 round clip ) which I loved and hated to sell.

My friends and I would go up to a piece of land and used to target practice with what ever everyone brought up with them.

I don’t see the need for automatic weapons or weapons powerful enough to bring down an aircraft unless dinosaurs make a comeback then sign me up for the biggest one you got.

Another thing, why do they sell body armor to anyone.

I mean if you are in a job that requires it then sure.

I ‘d hate being a cop, you show up to some guy’s house and he steps out in full body armor totting a AK47 and you got your Glock and a bullet proof vest you got from Wal Mart on sale.

By the time SWAT gets there, everyone is dead and the suspect’s out of bullets and waiting on the porch complaining that he got a heat rash from the expensive body armor.

There has to be a solution to all of this.

Taking the guns is not the solution just as putting more out there isn’t either.

Is this our crazy.

Over in the middle east its religion and here its fictional characters.

Have we forgotten how to be ourselves so we adopt anti personas to be someone?

I feel sorry for the victims and their families.

I can’t say I can understand what makes a person lash out at strangers they never met before.

I know justice will prevail but will we learn from it or will we just apply more security measures and pray it doesn’t happen again and when it does….

Who kids will be the victims?

One of the victims was 6.

Will we all have to wear Kevlar to survive going to the corner store?

Does freedom come with a holster?

So may questions and not even the dead have the answers.

Who does?

Have a nice safe weekend

Walker

What's In A Name ©

The heat wave continues and what do I not want to do when it’s this hot?

Go outside but it’s what I have to do now that my father doesn’t drive.

That’s a whole other post or posts.

Today it was to take him to the bank so he can get some international money orders in euros.

You would think it would be a simple task.

Euros instead of dollars but nothing is simple.

We even have an account with only euros in it but even that didn’t help.

The Asian girls was doing her best but she said she had only done one once before and didn’t remember how?

I should have left right then but my father needed it done so I stood there while three tellers now gathered in a circle to try and figure out how to do it.

An hour later, she comes up to me all smiles and hands me the cheque.

I look down at them and ask her why it costs 380 euros for make a money order for 300 EUROS.

She said it was dollars.

I pointed out to her that she was taking it out of a euro account not a regular one.

She stood there with a blank look on her face then ran off to find the two other tellers to start the process again but this time it was worse.

Now they had to figure out how to cancel the first two money orders before they could draw up new ones.

Now the three Asian girls were some language I didn’t understand

When my parents first opened their account there it was mostly European immigrants but over the last thirty years China town has crept in and it’s part of it now.

We have no problems with that in fact we never noticed or cared about it until I wanted to know what the fuck they were talking about.

It took two fucken hours to get two money orders.

I stood there for two hours watching people walk by do their business and go.

There was one though.

She came in and asked to have a 200 euro note broken down into ten twenties.

The teller had to go find a manual the size of one of those encyclopedia dictionaries to see how to do it.

I knew I was fucked right there.

In the end and about half an hour of this woman’s time she tells her she has to go to one of those money exchange places because the bank doesn’t have any euros on hand and would have to order them.

You know, if you are a world wide bank then you should have some amount of currency from the most popular countries.

I mean, the euro is used as currency in almost half the world.

With the money orders in hand and checked to make sure no more screw ups had happened I passed them to my father then looked to the teller’s name tag to thank her personally and my brain froze.

As I looked at her name my brain was working at high speed trying to interpret the information and come out with a respectful response….but I couldn’t find one.

As a kid kids made fun of my name because they couldn’t say it and as hurtful as I remember that being at the time, I am happy I didn’t have her name.

I am sure it is a proud name from where her family comes from but I think it looses a lot of that in the translation here.

I am sure that if her parents knew forehand that they were moving here and with the knowledge of our language they may have chosen another name for their lovely daughter.

So I took her first name and tried different variations to try and make it properly palatable.

There was nothing I could do with the last name, it was only two letters, Ho.

The first name was a problem, Kunt.

How do you say thank you.

Like I am thank you john, or thank you Mary, or thank you Betty.

How does thank you Kunt work in the bank.

Ho’s no better.

Thank you Ho.

I tried giving the “u” a long sound and got “Koooont”.

Made me sound like an old horny owl.

She hung her hand out to be shaken and once more my eyes went to her nametag and I was wishing she had bigger tits to look at instead of the tag.

I took her hand and thanked her the best I can.

“Thank you Miss Ho”

“Who, it’s pronounced Who”

Kunt

Have a nice day

Walker

HAPPY CANADA DAY ©

It’s the dieing hours of another Canada Day.

It was a good day as I sit here looking back on it.

It’s been a tough few weeks but today made up for it.

My problems are not gone but today managed to pry my mind away from them so that I could find something that had been missing.

Fun.

Just simple fun with friends and family.

Speaking for myself I have allowed my problems to take over my whole life and have neglected a very important part of our well being.

Fun

All the bullshit that’s dragging me down will still be there when I wake up tomorrow but right now it’s all about what I want and what that is, is not to feel mad or hateful at many of the things fucking me up the ass.

I don’t want to let my frustrations poison my mind to the point where it spills towards the ones I love because I am mad at everything else.

This only happens because we don’t recharge the mind.

We let shit burn into our heads until it takes over everything because it’s always in the forefront blocking everything else.

Life has to be more than just trouble shooting the problems thrown at us.

Just as we sleep to rejuvenate the body we need to let the mind sleep away from what is eating at you.

Fun is what’s’ needed.

What good are dreams if you can’t live them.

I hear people say they are working for the dream.

What if the dream isn’t what they are working for but the time they have now?

D2 graduated this week.

I am very proud of her.

We have fought a lot over the last few years over many things, school being one of them.

I know I am not an easy person to live with.

As liberal minded that I am on certain things I am set in my ways in others.

It’s been said I am overbearing when it comes to certain things and I am.

I have been told I have to let my kids make their own mistakes so they can learn from them and I agree but if I see a locomotive on its way to plow them over its all bets off.

Maybe it’s because I have seen to many kids get lost or die and I don’t want it to be one of my own.

I can’t keep bad things from happening to them but I can shield them the best I can until they learn how to survive.

Both D1 and D2 are looking towards college and University in the fall, something that puts a smile on my face when I think about it.

Next year Inia’s son whom I considered my own  is going to be a senior then off to college himself.

They all make me proud and happy.

I tell them all the time to have fun.

I want them to get used to having fun so they will always seek it.

I know with the pressures of life pushing down on us its hard to do especially when the plate is over flowing but smiles and laughter are very important too and they are free.

The soul needs to have some fun.

Today we (all but D2) went up to Parliament Hill to see the celebrations.

We got there about noon and it was packed.

I mean we couldn’t get within two full blocks of the main stage and this was noon.

The street were crawling with people decked up in red and white.

Red Maple Leafs everywhere.

Performers were on every corner and people lines around to watch.

Food venders had thousands of people lined up for their evil delights.. 

Tens of thousand of people walked around smiling and laughing, having fun as we were.

We turned up the street which leads up towards the center tower of the Parliament buildings when just then the Snow Birds roared over coming in from the back of the builds and over our heads.

They were so low you swear you could have reached up and touched them.

  

A woman walked up onto the stage in the distance and spoke to the thousands who had already flooded the front lawn  and a full black back of the hill.

She said something that holds true with many peoples around the world at one time in their history.

She said, in 1812 an Americans army marched across the border intent on eliminating a British colony but instead found a group of people born to the land, the natives and those who had come to make Canada their home ready to fight.

They came together as one, united in same cause.

These were the seeds of a nation.

The crowd roared whilst waving their flags high and proud.

It’s funny but if you look at it, even though the Americans didn’t win the war they did achieve their goal minus the extra real estate.

We are not a British colony.

We are Canada and we choose our own path and who are friends are.

Today 200 years after the fact, we are best friends with those same neighbors to the south.

Many were in town celebrating with us and no one complained about us burning down the White House back then.

It was a fun start to a day that continued to be fun.

It’s 1 am and I can still hear people at the park lighting fireworks.

Tomorrow I will be in the States celebrating their Independence Day.

Freedom

What a fun word.

Be free to have some fun

HAPPY CANADA DAY!!!!!!

HAPPY FORTH OF JULY!!!!!!!

Have a nice day

Walker

The Chill Pill ©

Here we go again.
The news and every other commentary show is dwelling on the death of Whitney Houston.
News groups have nothing better to do than strangle a story until it’s not only dead but totally distorted.
She’s dead.
She died the way many entertainers do who are in the limelight.
Publicly.

Society makes me laugh.
The speculation is that she more than likely died due to a combination of prescription drugs and alcohol.
Scrips and booze are a deadly combination.
That or different types of scrips mixed together.

Society’s storm troopers(Police of all agencies) hunt down drug smugglers trying to stop the flow of marijuana. cocaine and heroin in all our respected countries but in today's world they are nothing compared to doctors who simply prescribe opiates to people legally.

The police shouldn’t be watching the borders and airports.
They should be keeping the local drug stores under surveillance.
How many entertainers do you hear dieing from using marijuana, cocaine or heroin.
Very few.
Look at the Stones, Beatles, OZZY!!!!!!!!!!
They are still alive and will probably live for 100 years because they didn’t touch a single pill to get high.
Many people don’t get it.
The drugs you get from the drug store are pure and untainted.
Marijuana has about 12% THC compared to a THC tablet which has 100% THC.

A drug addict can’t get drugs from his dealer without the money but a person with a drug plan can go see his doctor or a couple and fake symptoms to get prescription drugs in most cases for free.

Michael Jackson, dead by prescription.
Elvis, dead by prescription.
Whitney Houston, probably the same, we have to wait for the autopsy report.
People don’t get it.
Pills and booze don’t boogie together.

One person dies every 19 minutes from a prescription overdose.
One person every 3 minutes gets the munchies from smoking a joint.
HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Does anyone read the stats?

I know people on welfare who fake pain to get scripts for free opiates so they could sell them for the money to people who sell them to people like Whitney Houston to get high on.

Lawmakers themselves are getting high on scripts.
2 Valium and a couple of glasses of wine can make the average person stop breathing in their sleep.
Besides the tolerance of an addict, the addict knows you don’t pile one downer on top of another downer.
They may pop a downer to equalize the effects of an upper but a junkie probably knows as much about drugs as does your local pharmacist.
The average person believes the doctor wouldn’t give them something that could hurt them so what if I take a couple of sleeping pills then wash them down with a bottle of Chardonnay.
It should be OK, right?
Wrong.

Another thing, I don’t believe drugs are the problem.
Society is the problem.
Cure society and the rest will recede.
These are just my opinions.

Have a nice day

Walker.

Happy St. Valentine's Day ©

For those who celebrate once a year.



For those who celebrate every day.



Dang peanut gallery

For those who don't celebrate



There is always Flag Day

Have a Nice day

Walker

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Ageless ©

The other day I had to take my uncle to the doctors to get some blood work done.
He is in his mid eighties and doesn’t drive any more and with his kids working I was asked to take him down.
That and the regular lab they go to was being renovated and I was the only one in the family who knew where the next closest one was.

Since my aunt passed away my mother has him over almost every night and if he needs a chauffeur she doesn’t think twice in volunteering me.
Not that I mind but I would like to be asked once in a while.
In fact my mother loans me out to all her siblings and cousin.
“Oh don’t worry Walker won’t mind he can fix it for you for free”.

This is when you tell her you don’t have money for gas to drive twenty miles to change a light bulb.
That’s when she pulls out a ten from her purse and tells me I can pay her back when I get paid.
See how it is around here.
I am at the bottom of the pile.

That’s fine, I take my uncle to the lab and we find no less than sixty people ahead of us which meant it was going to be a LOOOOOOOONG morning.
There were so many people my uncle and I had to stand by the door.

An hour went by and it seemed like we weren’t getting any closer to our goal.
This is when an old man well into his nineties came around the corner after going for his blood test and as he got closer to the door my uncle reached out and opened it for him.
The old man stopped, looked at my uncle who is eighty-five himself and said, “Thank you sonny” then stepped out of the office.

I thought it was funny hearing the old man call my uncle sonny but I guess age wise, he was right.
That little episode made the rest of the wait move much faster.

Have a nice weekend

Walker

What Century Am I In? ©

You know, life always has its surprises
At times I think I have seen it all then something blows me away and I wonder what’s next.
Over the years I have come across people in compromising positions, most of which didn’t surprised me but some stopped me dead in my tracks.

I have walked in on high ranking politicians doing their assistants, one on the carpeted floor and another has his bent over across his office desk.

I know a former nun who became a hooker and a hooker who became a nun.
Gives real meaning to the term “Holy Fuck”.
Two nuns who feel in love and left the convent at the age of 70 to get married.
What would they call a gay nun, “a Gnu” or a “Lesbinun”?

I have known cops who bought drugs to trade for sex.
There are more.
I traveled in circles that put me in the middle of a lot of this kind of crap.
So for the most part, thanks to my past, nothing really surprises me, much.
Much anymore but sometimes…..eeeyeahhhh, sometimes I get caught flat-footed for a split second but being a man of action and highly fond of his non existent butt that I want to keep safe, I tend to recover pretty fast.
Well fast enough to get the hell out of Dodge if I have too at the blink of an eye before a Buick runs over me.

Friday was a pretty hectic day what with my mother and D2 wanted to go shopping early in the morning the day before a long weekend and I have my own things going on.
I am one of those people who plans everything so that I can maximize my day for the usually twelve hour shopping spree I take at the end of each month.
Twelve hours of high speed shopping with an eighty some odd year old grandmother tit hooked to the handle bar of the shopping cart while surfing the aisles like a blind heroin addict while the semi adult peels off in the other direction battling her childish urges against her new found desire to eat healthier.

I just make sure my feet aren’t in the way and go around apologizing to all the people my mother runs over with the cart.
After four hours of this I get them home and prepare to take off to do my errands when I find an email from one of the people I had to see postponing our business for a few hours.
I hate when people change the schedule but shit does happen so I look at my afternoon and decide to move a couple of things up.
I had a stop not far from home so I called buddy up and said I would be there two hours sooner.

Well, he wasn’t happy to hear that.
Normally he would give me a headache so that things could be done faster but today he was finding every fucken excuse for me not to go there.
In fact he wanted to see me at 4pm.
That wasn’t possible because I had the other idiot to see that changed things all around causing all this shit.

I told him it wasn’t possible and that I was busy all the next day.
I told him I would get back to him and hung up.
Usually I have everything set up to go smoothly but that day everything seemed to be falling apart.

Stuck in limbo I decided to do some shopping close by to get that put of the way and after it was done it was only 2:30pm.
I still had an hour and a half to kill so I said fuck it and drove off to buddy’s without calling him.
If I called he would have only given me the run around anyway and what was that important that I couldn’t go by.

You know, you have walked through the fires of hell in life.
You take no shit from anyone, except maybe MOM.
Just go over there and take care of business then get the fuck to the next stop to you can get back home for dinner with D2.
Yup, I talked myself into it so off I went.

I should have called first.
Really, I should have.

Over the years I have walked in a room and surprised people and myself on occasion.
One day I walked into a room and found one of my business partners getting a blowjob from one of my aunts for a couple of lines of coke.
That was awkward.
It was my coke.

Another time I was so drunk I decided to sleep in the back seat of my car outside a friend’s place until I sobered up.
In the middle of the night was woken up by two large breasted black chicks making their way into buddy’s place.
Buddy was a biker and their club had this rule about not fucking colored chicks.
If you were caught it meant a sever beating before you were tossed from the club.

Still drunk I passed out again until morning when the same two chicks woke me up as they were leaving buddy’s place.
That’s when I spilled out of the car in front of him and the girls.
You should have seen his face..
Sheets can’t get that white.

He rudely shoved them down the street and said they stopped by a few minutes earlier to pick up some dope.
Yeah, a few minutes ago.
Me, I didn’t say shit, I never do.
It’s none of my business.
Personally it’s just all that, B.S.and the only way you get it off of you is not to stick your finger in it.
But sometime the finger has to stick out and push the buzzer.

“Hello”
“It’s Walker, let me in”.
“What, FUCK”?!!!!

BZZZZZZZZZZ

Hmm, he didn’t sound to excited.
I walk through the hallway and give the camera on the ceiling the finger as I know he is watching me through it.
Stepping into the elevator o head up to the eighth floor then halfway down the hallway to his apartment where I found the door slightly ajar.

Pushing the door open I step in and see buddy in the living room wearing a robe open wide and a pair of bikini briefs.
I take one step into the room and from my left come, “Hi Walker”.
I look over to the kitchen and I swear it was buddy in his open robe and bikini briefs but looking towards the living room I saw him sitting there in his chair but he was in the kitchen too.
My brain was quickly spinning and in no time determined that buddy was in the living room and there was another guy who looked like him wearing the exact same robe and underwear making eggs in the kitchen.
Yeah, I should have called first.

I didn’t want to know nothing, I mean nothing.
I have known this guy for a LONG time and it’s none of my business.
All I am going to saw is I wish I knew this last year so I could have talked him out of that vasectomy.
He wasn’t going to be knocking anyone up but the turd that comes between him and the pleasure he’s seeking at the end of his dick.

Great, one more thing to lock up in the vault, like there isn’t enough in there already.
Hmmm, times sure are changing.
Better watch my ass HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Have a nice weekend

Walker

Culture Shock ©

People never learn.
I mean they understand but they refuse to learn.
For instance they forget that the world is different depending on where you come from and think that what was is ok here is ok there and when they find out otherwise they freak out.
Usually when it’s to late and they are in jail and crying foul.
They didn’t know it was different here.
Well what can I say; ignorance of the law is not a defense unless you’re Arnold Schwarzenegger and plain fucken ignorant.

I guess he figured it was ok since his wife comes from a family whose men all fucked around.
Arnold, Arnold, fuck around not knock up.
Stupid……….what am I saying?
It’s Arnold.
He’s so stupid there are only two things he can be, a bad actor and a bad politician.

Everyone around the world quickly condemned his actions and rallied behind his wife including Martin Sheen who was heard telling her that she was a goddess and passed her his phone number but this post isn’t about Arnold.
This is about how we confuse our way of life with some of the places we visit or see on television.

I’ve done some traveling around the world and have learned that marijuana is illegal almost everywhere but readily available.
It’s still illegal and I would be taking a risk if I bought some.
If I did and got caught I can’t say I didn’t know because I did but it doesn’t matter because it’s illegal there anyway.

Like in France who just passed a law saying that it’s illegal for Muslim women to wear a burka.
That’s a sheet over your head with a hole to see through.
Scratch dressing up as a ghost for Halloween in France.

Personally I don’t agree with that law and think it’s discriminatory but then again they are French and in France they decide.
I don’t see what the problem is when they are walking around among the general public but if they are stopped and ordered to show identification they must show the face to match the picture on the ID.

You know if they wear a surgical mask and scarf around their head they were achieve the same result as a burka and it would be legal until the French ban all hats, masks and scarves.
You know, the French would, they’re weird.
Look at that big-shot banker who got arrested in the States on suspicion of rape.
They showed pictures of him handcuffed and being led away.
In France criminals aren’t handcuffed if they have a good job and can afford a large bribe.
People in France are appalled that he was handcuffed in public and led away.

See this is another clash of culture.
In the States if you run out of the bathroom naked then drag the maid to the floor and try to fuck her that’s considered attempted rape not foreplay.
You see in France rape is called a one-night stand.
See the problem here is he thought he was in France but that’s not a real excuse.
Welcome to the other side of abnormal buddy.
Just be happy you are in a country that practices due process and not chopping your pecker off.

Have a nice day

Walker