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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Adult Toys Will Save The World

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Almost the entire human male population, also known as guys, have to deal with an overwhelming need for sex. Even though girls have their own libido, it is well established that guys are much more under the influence of their libido, on a daily & regular basis.

A tiny bit less explicit. *huehehe*
The sex industry is mostly composed of videos and toys. Videos for men, mostly, and toys for women, mostly. It is becoming a trend for girls to enjoy porn. However, it had yet to become a trend for guys to purchase and enjoy sex toys. More specifically, fleshlights and sleeves, not to mention lubes.

I have heard a lot of guys speak of sex toys, as if only a miserable guy who is unable to get girls would need them. Utter nonsense! Look at the comments section of any popular sex toy for guys, online! You can see many couples speaking up, about how the sex toys help relieve the guy, while the girl is too busy or unavailable, or how married couples find that sex toys, for the guy, improve their sex life.

Why should a girl using a dildo be sensible, but a guy using a sleeve be shameful? It should not!

The fact is that many guys hurry into sex with girls that they would rather avoid. Guys get girls pregnant, without proper planning, and find themselves weighed-down as unexpected fathers. This is no joking matter! No man should let his biological needs define his life, when he can handle those needs privately, and with the assistance of videos and toys.

Can you imagine marrying the wrong woman, because you found her attractive, and hurried into having sex with her? Can you even begin to imagine a woman manipulating you, because she knows how much her sexuality overwhelms your senses?!

Girls aren't sex toys, because they come with a lifelong price tag.

We say, "don't play with fire," but we should also say, "don't play with girls." Because playing with girls tends to end really, very, enormously badly!

So, play with toys. :-) Toys are for playing with!

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Losing Herself To Society

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An online friend decided to stop using Facebook, except for the chat, so that she could concentrate entirely on her University degree. While I encourage her to do what feels more important and beneficial to her, I find it in poor taste that she would sacrifice her social life for a professional life.

We all want to be successful. Right?
We all have hobbies and interests. Humans, since the dawn of age, have spent a meaningful sum of their time, in pursuing their interests, beyond basic daily survival. However, unlike the professional yet enslaved members of modern society, they would not sacrifice their family, friendships, and other interests, in the pursuit of a single goal.

The difference between them and us is clear. Modern society is designed to turn humans into working ants, with each human professionalising in one specific job. That way, the gains are maximised, and each human is used to its' utmost extent.

The problem, however, is that people are not designed to live like ants. Humans are designed to live in leisure, and be social, more than anything else. We are designed to enjoy our family and friends, while spending that little precious time, on the side, so to speak, making things that benefit our lives; being creatively productive.

This means that the modern human is slowly, but surely, turning into a new sort of animal. A useful breed that has many social, psychological, emotional, and personal problems. Never the less, it produces vast amounts of benefit, for their society, in the form of technology.

And this is not moral behavior! To sacrifice any one person for the benefit of others, is to sacrifice the morality of that society. No person should ever sacrifice their needs and wants, for the wants of others; especially, out of fear of being attacked by their society. Negotiation is the only way to find balance between the wants of members in a society. Only negotiation creates a win-win scenario.

Huck must ultimately decide whether he should return Jim back to his master.
Huck must choose between obeying the laws of his society, and support slavery,
or being loyal to his friend, Jim, and help him escape into freedom.
- Kohlberg's Stages of Moral Development

It is wrong, but it is happening all around us. Let us say 'No', and aim for freedom, instead of acceptance. In the meanwhile, we can figure out innovative solutions to making money, without sacrificing our natural lifestyle.

Do you have ideas and examples of making money, without sacrificing your social and leisure life? Please, share with us, and comment below!

Sunday, July 13, 2014

The All Mighty Resistance Band

Here's my recently released tutorial video, about how I use the [crossfit] resistance band. :-) These five [5] exercises are highly recommend to anyone - man, woman, and child, who is not into using weights, or gym machinery.

And here's a video, one of many, that shows how to use the bands with a pull up bar, to make your exercises more comfortable & more effective! Thanks for making this video, Anthony.

Monday, July 7, 2014

Why Do We Murder?

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Taking life. Killing. Massacre. Homicide. Murder is the intentional act of ceasing and irreversibly breaking the faculties of another living being. It can be a fly, and it can be a person. It can be a colony of ants, or a city of people.

This is not an easy topic, but it is a fact of life that we either deal with, or suffer from.

Murder is bad, first and foremost, because none of us wants it to be done to them. We all want to live the entire extent of our biological ability. We want to grow up, reproduce, and quietly die as old as we can, without it becoming an intolerable experience. Idealy.

However, under the realm of self-defense, murder may become a reasonable choice. Mosquitoes that suck our blood commit an act of aggression towards us, even adding a risk of catching some nasty disease, and so we smack & electrocute them to death. And that is reasonable.

What is, then, the factor that makes murder a good thing?

Perceivable threats to our well-being, while requiring us to defend ourselves, do not justify murder. But, when negotiation is not a possibility, or the perceived threat puts our lives at risk, then we cannot take any chances! We must commit entirely to our defense!

We are unable to negotiate with wild animals. Even if it may be because we have not made the effort to learn their logic, it is still the common state of things. So, when an animal acts in aggression towards us, we must either take its' life, or risk injury and death. We cannot talk it out.

Feeding ourselves comes before the well-being of others. If the only way to feed is to use the lives of others, then pity might as well mean suicide. And no person can hold the standard of pity for all living beings, while being ready to commit self-harm or suicide.

Self-defense arts, such as Krav Maga that I practiced, are highly recommended!

And last, but not least, is the case of a negotiation that is insufficient. When another person threatens our lives, but we may negotiate the situation, it does not mean that killing is no longer an option. Negotiations may fail. The other side might lie or have a change of heart. Until it is clearly established that a death-threat is no longer held, then we must be prepared to make the first move, and kill those who do not care to kill us; be it directly and on purpose, or indirectly and by willing neglect.

Friday, June 20, 2014

An Eternal Nemesis - Space Pirates

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It does not take much to be free. Actually, it takes very little, as any space pirate would testify, outside of a court of law, of course. It is doing that makes us free; not having.

Captain Silvarre of the Union Prominence fleet, a registered subdivision of the Coalition, reviewed the results of their recent success. A venture into a renegade planet near Saturn. A planet that had not been known to the public, for most of its' colonized days.

"Gold," the captain requested.

"Five hundred," a rough voice answered from below the captain's deck, aboard the Cut Mink. The ship was named after an accident involving the First Lieutenant's pet, and the Captain's pet lizard.

"Five hundred?" the captain demanded, in a curious, but friendly voice.

"Oh," the voice of the First Lieutenant apologetically announced, "that number is wrong."

"Wrong?" The captain asked. "Who has left our friendly company, in recent days, Kirk?"

"Jamison, Captain," Kirk said, after approaching the captain's chair.

Depicting the renegade pirate Jamison.
Photography: Nuno Silva, Makeup & Hair: Cheri Chung, Model: Bradly James
"Let me guess, oh no, let me guess," the captain interrupted condensing arguments from the lower deck. "Deck Hand Jamison, and maybe two more friends, decided to take an early vacation. Right, Kirk?"

"Yes, sir," Kirk answered, and quickly replaced it with, "Yes, Captain."

In the lower levels of the Cut Mink, were imprisoned the previous 'maintainers' of the now captain Silvarre's glorious business vessel. The Lieutenant approached those cells, followed by a group of young recruits, full of confidence.

"Watch your step," he warned one of the younger recruits, as the lad walked precariously near to the cages. The boy stepped away, and felt a quick tug at his coat.

"Help," the miserable creature inside the cell cried. The boy ignored it. "I can get you gold," it growled the name of the precious metal, and insisted. The Lieutenant paused mid-step, and so did the group behind him.

"You say, err, gold? Gold, my friend?" He turned towards the cell holding the creature.

"Yes," it failed to pronounce its' affirmation. But the meaning was not lost.

"You two," Kirk pointed at two of the boys. "Take our esteemed guest to the captain, for further examin... for a chat. Now!" The young recruits approached the cell, opened it with their identifying tags, imprinted on their hands, and grabbed the creature, forcefully.

As the group continued through the hall of the ship's prison, Kirk received a private transmission from the captain, which said, "Take five, keep two." Kirk knew it was solid advice.

When they reached the requested cell, Lieutenant Kirk ordered to, "bring five out, and if any of them resist, beat them as hard as you can." The lads moved into action, with the sound of bodily harm, echoing from the cell.

Five thin and tall creatures, composed mostly of tentacles, crouched before Kirk. Three of them were selected to lead the scouting mission, after the renegade Jamison. Well, renegade as much as any pirate can be.

"The other two will be brutalized every half an hour, for one minute, until we get the prize. Got it?" Kirk asked the prisoners, not expecting any misunderstandings from the aliens. The creatures drooled thick watery liquids, now supposedly cajoled into compliance, and bobbed their heads in a rather circular motion.

Using remote surveillance equipment, the captain and his primary crew were able to hear and see everything that went on, during the reconnoiter.

"Never trust someone with kids, I say," the captain warned, and murmurs of agreement surfaced from behind him, on the deck. "Those aliens should have known better, than to let their kids on board. Now, all they know is my orders and fear," he finished with a merciless laughter that regularly caused his crew to become enamored to his methods.

The vessel that Jamison had stolen, in order to transport his stolen gold, well, as stolen as any gold can ever be from pirates, did indeed have some combat capabilities. However, it was no match against the vast matrix of laser shields that a mining vessel operated; specifically, the Cut Mink.

The encouraged aliens managed to locate and attach to Jamison's boat, and as they dragged him back towards the Cut Mink, Jamison tried, in a last attempt of bravado, to fire his magnetic pulse canons at her.

"I brought you back the gold, from these thieving aliens, captain," Jamison saluted in a serious manner, as he was put inside the command deck.

"Oh, indeed, you did, my Hand," the captain fondly referred to Jamison.

Evidently, the corpses of two aliens, last seen in their duty as boat maintainers, were found on the vessel stolen by Jamison. Without pause, Jamison used them to his favor.

"Killed them with my own two hands, captain, and proud of it," he said with an accent that attached itself to no specific colony.

"Give me one reason not to send you to alien duty, Jamison," the captain nodded at Kirk, to escort the younger man down below, where no duty was ever favorable.

"I," Jamison hesitated for a brief moment and contrived, "I am the only one signed on the new artifact contract, Captain."

The captain hesitated. It was, after all, a very valuable contract. And it really was Jamison's work that got them that contract. There was a lot of competition for it, as well. A lot of messy competition, that gave them even less friends in the fleet, than they had before.

"Kirk," the captain ordered.

"Yes sir," Kirk answered, and once more his previous military service had derailed the space manners required from him on board. "I mean, yes captain," he mended.

"Assign Hand Jamison a lower rank, and remove his privileges from the boating deck."

"Right away, captain."

"And Jamison," the captain added.

"Yes, captain?" Jamison turned back, as Kirk's massive hand started moving him backwards.

"No more vacations." The captain's eye glimmered against the shine of the information screens, and a twinkling of a smile surfaced. Jamison, for just that moment, felt some real concern churning up in him. But only for a moment.

The Cut Mink and its' unrecorded space escort were last seen heading towards the moons of Jupiter. Official reports tell of an upcoming ancient alien artifact transport deal, but for some reason, only a minor clerk was signed on it, instead of the expected signatures of the Captain of the vessel and his second best. The signature read, "Dougler Jamison, Head of Accounting, in the name of the Cut Mink."

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