This coming week, 200901050900Z will commence a journey to the upper mid-West of the USA to ceremoniously retire military assets that have been in commission, or enlistment rather, since the 1980s; some may say a SAC and Cold War relic.
As fields, flowers and dandelions surrounding the missile silos begin to grow in a late-May Spring, I'll revisit the state that has indeed nice Summers, albeit dreaded Winters.
SAC is coming back, and got-damn there can be a lot of dandelions up there.
Sometimes it seems like I am the only one who is not delusional. That is all.
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I feel the urge within, rising in my bones like daggers of electricity, making my every fiber glow with eccentricity. Submission and dominance, iron and wood, cuff and hand; cruel lover, thrilling, I rest upon her gentle lips: She kisses softly.
Orgasm, thou art a conduit into my lovers soul, a glimpse of Heaven in this shallow mortal Hell.
Glimmers of eyes and heavy breathing and rays of sun playing lines across your beautiful spasms. You curse Christ, relentlessly passionate, relentless desire. Powerful sedative, serotonin and endorphin and adrenaline and testosterone, milk and honey and kisses and caresses. Your eyes are so beautiful when they look into mine like that.
You accept me for the human that I am, sinful and prideful and ugly and scarred. You take me as I am, and for that I will devote to you my everything. Sweet nothing all whispered in ears as male pride subsides, reveling in ecstasy and bliss.
Big news out of Washington today to do with a subject I’m particularly fond of. Cars.
The North American automotive industry as we’ve known it since the inception of the Model T was dealt a serious blow to do by none other than the Prodigal Son, Barack Obama. The president swore allegiance with ever-stringent California emissions standards and pledged a CAFE (Corporate Average Fuel Economy) of 35.5 miles-per-gallon for all light-duty vehicles by 2016.
As if the current CARB (California Air Resources Board) Tier II Bin 5 emissions weren’t already choking our choice in cars, there will surely be a tighter plan in place by 2016.
Take Germany for example. Germany is a country that averages over 40 miles-per-gallon already, thanks to a wide selection of small, diesel-powered automobiles such as the Volkswagen Golf and European Ford Fiesta. These cars have no substantial emission-limiting equipment installed, but then they don’t have to. They already achieve almost 50% better fuel economy than their petrol counterparts. The elaborate NOx and urea systems required to sell these vehicles in the United States actually hurts their fuel efficiency, another example of Obama nonsense.
I don’t want a fucking catalytic converter or complex particulate filters that are essentially spraying urine into my exhaust to neutralize “greenhouse” gases that are contributing to “global warming” that isn’t even real to begin with.
We’re witnessing the death of General Motors, the world’s #1 selling auto manufacturer for 70 years, because of Barack Obama. Not only did the president fire GM’s CEO (whaaaat the hell), he is pretty much holding them in a half-Nelson and demanding them scream “Bankruptcy!” I thought the president was supposed to protect the interest of the American people, not force them into a corner and demand fellatio. Jesus Christ.
I’m not against the influx of small, fuel-efficient cars. I drive one. I’m also positive that Americans make bad cars. That’s why none of mine are American. From the standpoint of creating a secure future for the next generation, I’m all for electric cars and .7 liter Smart fortwos.
But, come on Mr. Obama. We’re in a recession. Stop killing off blue-collar American jobs. And screw your multi-billion dollar plans of “restoring” our infrastructure with expensive-as-fuck technology that has yet to be created. Stop pointing us huddled masses down the road of excessive spending (“Hope”) and start using your goddamned brain. We’d be better off with Angela Merkel as our president.
Oh yeah, and I don’t want a fucking hybrid that isn’t worth the volatile batteries located beneath my children in the backseat.
Structure: 1. Six main paragraphs, four to five lines in metered, staggered rhyme. 2. Two short paragraphs dividing any of the main paragraphs; long sentences with no particular meter, rhyme or reason. 3. One body of text, any form, any length.
Style: 1. The no more than three of any of the paragraphs should be written within the same frame of mind, time of day or idea. 2. The two short paragraphs should be abstract without speaking of any direct feeling. 3. Of the main paragraphs, two of the lines should be spoken in metaphor, symbol or analogy.
Subject: 1. Two subjects, with distant relevance but tied together by metaphor, symbol or analogy. 2. One of the subjects should contain a character who is experiencing a transformation or realization. 3. No "feeling inside" bullshit.
