Hillary, Go Home

Question: Which is worse, ignorance or apathy?

Answer: Don't know and don't care.

Sounds like the world today. At least, when I saw that question being used as a sense of humor, it reminded me of how so many people I meet have no real thinking. Many don't read the newspapers. Nothing that gives you an idea they get news from the Internet's news outlets. It's pretty much Us Weekly and, yes, they can tell you that Britney Spears wore something extra tacky the day before.

So, Jon Edwards now comes out to support Obama. Hooray or nay? I'm in the hooray zone right now because I hope this all makes that carpet-bagger, Hillary, realize her chances really are nil for the Democratic nomination. As much as I am fine with having a woman in the White House, it's best not to have one that cries for votes, makes up stories, and panders. It felt so oddly beautiful when Obama didn't go the route of telling everyone he was for getting rid of a gas tax. While it might have gotten a few more votes from ignorant voters, it showed, at least to me, that he treats his audience with a sense of intelligence. Even McCain tried the pandering route. It's sad when a 70something-year-old has to try to look like he cares.

What is it with people looking down at Obama? As much as it can be a slight singe for him to talk to us like everyone is intelligent thanks to there being a large following for Nascar and bowling being sports, isn't it about time we had someone that will allow people to love those of the same sex? What about how awful marijuana laws have become? Putting so many non-violent people in prison all just to clog up things makes me wonder who really tells us that it's a gateway drug to harder ones. This all makes me feel as if those over 50 and in charge of our laws have no understanding as to how the average American lives.

I drink beer and, yes, that is a drug, a depressant to be exact. There is nothing in me that sees gays as being the downfall of this Earth. There is global warming. Porn is not the enemy. Religion is nothing but a crutch for the feeble minded to use as bigotry in the world. Dogs and cats living together can create harmony. Older lawmakers remind me of how we all have to know that one old man that smells of shit and needs to be taken out in the backyard and shot with the hose from time to time.

Yesterday, a brown girl was shocked that I commented to her how beautiful she looked in her yellow dress. How could I not? This girl is walking towards me as she is on her way out of the gym and I'm surrounded by smelly guys. The sight of a cute brown girl looking quite nice in a gorgeous dress has a way of being much more stunning when every one else is dripping with sweat. I've had comments like that on how I dress so I know it can make a person's day.

Today was different. Here I am sitting on the bench resting after another set of bench-presses. I hate working on the chest. Said brown girl is bent over in front of me stretching after a set of sit-ups. Tiny shorts. No panties. I think you know where I am going here.

I've never seen a brown girl's pussy so well, meaning not in real life. Pictures, yes, thanks to the sudden verge of brown people thinking it wise to make money off of spreading their legs. But it was so weird how the pussy is such a dark colored berry. Since the girl is in college, I'm assuming it was smooth. In no way am I saying brown girls have ugly pussies. It's rather cute how the color is so different than a white girl's typical pink that changes into a darker shade when aroused. Why do girls wear such little clothing, bend over in front of me when I'm trying to concentrate on what I am doing with a balls full of poison, and no realize how this sends shock waves all throughout this male's mind? It drives me nuts but makes the next set bench pressed easier. Hey, the brown girl did smile at me 2 times.

I keep wondering when I'll get into that entry on what I'd like to do with my fantasy orgy or threesome.

Other than that rather nice intrusion to my usual gym routine, some of my friends have come back from the new gym and started working out in mine. I missed how great and positive things were. You know how Cheers had that theme where you want to go where everybody knows your name? That's what its like in my gym. Black guys smash against my knuckles. White guys motion for me to come over and talk. Black girls start giggling because I've got a nasty motor mouth. White girls think I'm so goofy but lovable. I missed this and hope it's all back for good.

Richard, my globe smuggling friend, is too busy at work thanks to the students' leaving. Soon.

So, I leaveth with my lake. Last night, I found a snapping turtle before my dog went to attack it. Lucky for her, it was dead. Haven't seen a turtle like that up close in a long time. This was a young one so there was no heavy lifting. The gosslings are getting amazing with their swimming techniques, much different than that learning session I witness the day before Mother's Day. Oh, how I love it when things like that bloom with kindness and beauty. Maybe it is true. Bush's leaving soon will start to bring back happiness so we can investigate these gas companies. Happy twats all around.