My computer has been smacked with a virus.  I will be operational again soon.

I have a bad temper.  Anger has lead me to do awful things.  I am candid about my anger – and my compulsivity – but I am not flippant about them.  What was once “Boys will be boys” is now Felony behavior.  I have come away unscathed, but not uninformed.

Anger isn’t a raised pulse or a histrionic fit.  Anger is a gate-way drug to rage and hatred.  Anger is poisonous and intoxicating.  Anger is not an aphrodisiac.  When I read Roosh’s article about anger as a female turn-on, I understood exactly why he said it.

But I disagree with what he said. Read more

Every heterosexual male has a system for rating women.  More often than not, it is the Base 10 system, or some variation of it.  It is difficult to innovate over the Base 10 because it is simple and functional.  The existence of Hot-or-Not proves this.  Unfortunately, what Base 10 fails to capture are differences in taste.  One man’s 8 is another man’s 6, and vice versa. Read more

If you are a regular visitor to the site then you will notice some significant changes.  I have been playing around with different layouts and themes.  I settled on this one for its simplicity.

I intend to get a site header up at some point, but I am having technical issues with that at the moment.

The Nav bar is on the top right.  Some of the buttons have drop-downs, but the FKIN page and the Thought Cancer page are still separate pages.  The Thought Cancer section is where I compile the more popular bits, including stories in the on-going Saga of Saint Max, patron of the Blackened Liver.

If you go to the Thought Cancer Page, rather than clicking on the Category, it is much easier to navigate.

For my personal, day-to-day vignettes I have the Max category.

The Rude Notes are rants.

I am finally going to start working on the Reviews again.  I am honestly trying to create a sub-domain so that section can operate like its own mini-site.  It will make navigation much easier.

That is all.

There are two schools of thought when it comes to masturbation.

One school, popular with the pick-up artist set, preaches tug rationing.  Their logic is that the build-up of semen, and its consequent pressure, will stir a man’s primal instincts.  The desperate need to fuck something will help a man overcome his fear of rejection, and carry him one step farther in his quest for pussy.

The other school, to which I belong, prefers to think with a clear head.  Going out in public with a bag full of bad decisions is never in a man’s best interest.  Everything he does will seem try-hard. Read more

As a lurker in the Pick-Up Artist/Game community, I have come to the conclusion that Game, for most guys, is a gimmick.  Guys work their tired angles like they wear an article of clothing:

- They rock the striped button down, or the Ed Hardy schwag, trying to look like a million bucks.

- Of course, they’re still wearing sneakers.  It doesn’t matter how new or nice, they’re fucking sneakers.

- So they upgrade to some designer knock-off club shoe.  It’s the only pair they own, and they’re still wearing jeans.

- So they buy slacks, and a watch, and before you know it they’re a new man!

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Kamal,

Thank you for your earnest reply.  I would like to address your concerns as best I can.  I will start at the beginning.

What I Said Was . . .

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The following is a comment left on my little screed about jihadists.  The commenter’s name is Kamal, a self-identified Mohammedan.  I harbor a private affection for this term, an atavistic reference to Islam, the Mohammedan faith.

The following has been copied, in good faith, completely un-edited.  My reply is here.

“This is your blog, I respect your writing and perspective even when and where I disagree with it. None of this is to tell you what to do or say on your own blog, but it is to challenge you to action, whether or not you rise to that challenge is your choice, whether or not you delete this comment is an exercise in integrity and manhood that only you can engage in. Every man’s duty is to speak truth when and where he sees it, how he sees it. Read more

A study was conducted in which scientists stuck a thermometer up a cheetah’s ass and made it run on a treadmill.  They discovered that, no matter what they did, the cheetah refused to run once its body temperature reached 105 degrees Fahrenheit.

The big cat’s sense of self-preservation overrode attempts to compel it.

You might think that, compared to a large, predatory cat, the human animal is a poor hunter.  We have thumbs, sure, but we have poor teeth and no claws.  Our thin skin and low top speed make us easy targets.  Humans have no natural weapons.

You would be wrong.

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A donkey cart exploded in Kandahar.  It killed three children, among others.  The Taliban is proud of itself.  That is a true sign that the Taliban – I can’t even call them Muslim extremists, they’re just Muslims – are cunts.

By cunts I meant to say that they are cowards.

“Our message in this is to tell them we are present here and now we are showing our power, too,” – Taliban spokesman Qari Yousuf Ahmadi.

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