GOP GIRL is a Mindless Wreck

This is GOP GIRL. Animal lover, self-proclaimed political expert and she has an annoying Facebook profile. Maybe “political expert” isn’t the correct label to use. Is there such a thing?

She says she brings “style and fun” to politics, but I don’t see it. What I see is a bitter woman who would spare the life of an animal before she would a human being.

You see, here is the problem I have with “GOP GIRL”: she isn’t GOP, she isn’t Republican, she isn’t conservative. Her Facebook profile should be DNC GIRL. I could tolerate that a lot easier than someone who is dishonest and uses a political platform to lambast the President every chance she gets.

Look, I get it. There are a lot of people who don’t like the President. But what other option did we have? Hillary Clinton? A woman who knew how to play the political game? A woman who was being investigated by the FBI?

We have enough politicians who know how to play the “political game”. It’s high time Congress started experiencing a high turnover rate.

Another thing I can’t stand about DNC GIRL is that she’s a flip flopper. She’s a flip flopping liberal from Florida. She can say she voted for President Trump in 2016 all she wants, but until I see her actual voting record, I won’t believe it.

You know, I disliked Obama, and I disliked Bush Jr. even less, but I am sure if I tried hard enough, I can find something nice to say about them. Not DNC GIRL, boy! Oh no! She takes to Facebook every day to write a disparaging one-line remark about the President.

I’ll give you an example. Remember early on in his first term, how President Trump wanted to withdraw from Afghanistan, but he listened to his general and decided to give it a shot? DNC GIRL had a shit fit! For days, she was taking to Facebook, criticizing the President for his decision. And then when he finally decided, no, this is it, we are getting out of here, she took to Facebook once again to criticize him for that!

“We need to stay,” she says.

Well, DNC GIRL doesn’t know her ass from a hole in the ground!

I’m a non-interventionist. And it’s not because I hate war or start crying every time I think about it, I’m a non-interventionist for two fundamental reasons:

One, to have our troops spread out over a hundred countries doesn’t make us any safer. We have no national defense. And besides that, we are going broke trying to fund it. We haven’t seen our government follow the guidelines in declaring war since World War Two!

Two, I have never served in the military. And neither has DNC GIRL! Couch fighters really piss me off! Sure, I could be a crotchless war fighter, but what sort of credibility would I have? In fact, some people asked DNC GIRL that. And it was a question she didn’t have much of an answer to.

In the final analysis, do I think DNC GIRL voted for President Trump? No! Do I think she’s a conservative? Hell, no! I see a blogger and not an investigative journalist. I see a bitter, dishonest blonde floozy who has nothing better to do with her time than post asinine comments about the President.

I’d like to see her do his job right now if she’s so “all-knowing”. I wonder how she would try to keep the economy afloat, while at the same time, working to stop the spread of COVID-19. She’d probably have a nervous breakdown because she couldn’t get a manicure and pedicure.

DNC GIRL does have her First Amendment rights, though. But that’s all she has.

A Fresh One

Well, hello!

Couldn’t keep away, huh? It’s been, what, a day? Watch your step! That’s someone’s lower intestines!

I don’t know who the hell it is! A couple of hippies, maybe! Or some fucken horny teenagers!

Ah! Here’s her tit! A pretty good sized one from the looks of it! You want it? Suit yourself.

I don’t know what else I can do. I put up signs, barb wire fences-nothing keeps them out! Humans are attracted to danger. Like you. I think that’s what attracts them.

The lore of this land is known far and wide. I tell ’em to stay out, you know. But they don’t listen. They come here, they get mutilated, and then I have the fucking police breathing down my neck.

The parents will cry, you know? They were such good kids! Then why the fuck were they trespassing on God forbidden land? That broad right there? She got caught with a dick up her snatch!

Damn shame, too! I found her head. I know her, cheerleader. As shallow as the grave but as sexy as sin, though! I wouldn’t have minded fucking her in a few years.

I don’t know who did it, but if you want my guess, it was that hockey masked freak! He can’t stand teenagers that are fucking. That’s how he drowned, you know?

Yeah. Seems the counselors at Camp Crystal Lake were caught up in an orgy. A bunch of young dudes just taking their turns on some slut! Little boy drowned pleading for help. You can kind of understand why he’s a homicidal maniac!

But as my old man used to say, where would the world be without sluts? It’s all ancient history though. You can do the rest of the research yourself.

Sure, you can have a look around. Just stay away from the treeline, and call if you need help.

What’s that? Well, that didn’t take long! Find something? Oh, yes! December 21, 2019! Worst fuckin’ day of my life! I was arrested on that day. Smacked my wife three times on the arm.

Smacked her three times on the arm, and got arrested! Can you believe that shit? Men the world over have busted their women up something awful, she stands in front of the cops and says she fell down the fuckin’ stairs. Cops know better.

I smack my wife on the arm, leave no marks, she didn’t want me to get arrested, but they take me away. Fuckin’ messed up system, we have. And they talk about freedom! We incarcerate more people per capita than any other country in the world.

Anyway, don’t get me started on that shit.

That’s what the grave beside it is for. Hopefully, tomorrow I will be closing this nightmarish chapter in my life. Finally get back to some normalcy.

I can’t say that I’m not blessed, because I am. I’ve had my low points through all this, but I’ve had family to look after me; gave me food, shelter, anything a former inmate could ever want.

I still worry, though. And that’s the damnable misery of it all! Even so, I have to have faith in God that everything will be okay. He’s seen me this far! I don’t expect He will leave me anytime soon.

December 21, 2002? That is spectacular! You have a good eye! You know, when I put 12/21/19 here, I didn’t realize that 12/21/02 was so close bye! That day, my friend, was the day I lost my virginity!

And do you want to know what the ironic thing is? Both of them were on a Saturday! I shit you not! Both were on a Saturday!

Don’t look at me like I’m a crazy man holding up a shovel! I wouldn’t lie to you!

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I worked with her, you know. Big breasted, thick brunette with big green eyes; pretty. Not hot, but pretty.

She was fifteen years older than me! Did I mention that? Fifteen years older and a slut to boot! She took off her shirt and let me play with her titties and suck her nipples. And with just her jeans on, she laid there beside me and sucked my dick!

For at least ten minutes, she sucked my dick; toying with me, really. She didn’t want to get me off! She just wanted an excuse for me to fuck her! Not that I minded at the time.

When she put that condom on me and pulled down her jeans, I knew that shit was getting real. And when she climbed up on her bed and mounted me, and slid down my shaft, I was amazed.

I suppose it’s kind of odd that a man remembers the day and date that he first fucked a woman, but not every man fucks a slut fifteen years older than he was. Where would the world be without sluts, huh?

I flipped her over on her back and pounded her for all she was worth. I didn’t realize it then, but I had a foot fetish. I looked at her feet as I fucked her and thought about kissing them, but I didn’t.

Something happened to me on December 21, 2002 that I couldn’t take back. I’d fucked a woman! Came in her pussy, too! It was the only time we ever used a condom. It wasn’t like I could retain my virginity with a simple denial, was it?

And on December 21, 2019, I was arrested. For a man who has spent his whole life on the right side of the law, to be arrested, is humiliating. I can’t emphasize it enough, my friend, but I’m eager to have this chapter of my life closed.

Lord willing, I hope I’m here to see December 21, 2036. I wonder what that day holds in store for me. I hope it’s good. I’ll be about 52 then.

That’s on a Sunday.

You know, it does get me to thinking though, how many dates and times coincide with one another? Kind of odd when you think about it. My dad graduated high school on Sunday, May 18, 1975. He died on Sunday, May 18, 2003.

Yeah. I see him. He’s just watching you, is all. Keep your privates where they need to be and he might not make an attempt on your life. He ain’t immortal like the people say. He’s just as afraid of dying as the rest of us.

Anyway, I thank you for stopping bye. I’m sorry about the grizzly scene. You can’t unseen that! But it’s common around here. Keep that in mind next time you want to drop in. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go call the police.

I trust you know your way out…

Old Memories

It’s been quiet here lately. No sightings of vampires, ghouls or werewolves. The wind whistles through the trees with a ghastly moan, though.

It sends shivers down my spine!

I used to think this place was a refuge for my pain and repressed memories. Now I’m not so sure. Plenty of good memories have been laid to rest here.

Up ahead is what I like to call the vault; reserved for memories I’ve told no one about. Her wings are outstretched, elegant and proud. All I have to do is insert a key between her breasts, and her chest opens up to a portal. There you can see my most…haunting recollections, shall we say?

Would you like to have a try? No?

It’s probably for the best. Once you look in there, you may not look at me the same. If your mind comes back at all, that is.

Ah, the sun is peaking out! It has been doing that quite a lot here lately. Brighter days ahead, I hope. I do grow weary of hearing the witch’s cackle. The crazy bitch is so elusive! I’ve hunted her for years without success!

What? Abraham Van Helsing? No, sadly, my friend, I am not a Van Helsing. I may look the part, but no. I just defend my territory.

Now, my friend, this is where I leave you. I can only ensure your safety as far as the gates. Please, make haste and leave! Dusk approaches. And with the night comes her various children.

And don’t stop for anyone! I cannot emphasize that enough! If that machete wielding, hockey-masked freak gets in your way, run him over!

You’ll live long enough to thank me for it later!


“Hey!” she said, flashing a sweet smile. “So my friend and I over there,” she points to a saucy redhead, “saw you sitting by yourself and thought you might want to come over.”

“Wow. Women really do that? I thought that was only something you saw in movies and television.”

“Do what?”

“Never mind. Look, if you’re looking for a guy to have fun with tonight, I’m not the one. I’m bad at sex.”

“Like, how bad?”

“Like erectile dysfunction bad. Like ejaculation inside of one minute bad.”

“Okay,” she smiles relieved. “Have a good night.”

Kik is for Losers

I’ve tried Kik in the past, if for no other reason, than to find people to talk to. I come up empty every single time. It’s okay, though. Because tonight, I realized that everyone on Kik has one thing in common: they’re all bored. Were humans this bored back in the 1950s? Technology has made us so stupid!

One group I was in, guys just kept sharing dick pics. I shared none and left that group. I hope I’m smarter next time and don’t download the app again when I’m tempted.

I’ve fallen back into the orbit of porn again, so I just might be.

I’m a loser, you know? I’ve just gotta say it. I’m in debt up to my head, I’ve been in jail, been arrested, and I’ll be at the mercy of a probation officer for the next year. My wife wants to go on vacation to Tennessee this year, and I don’t see it happening. If watching sports has taught me one thing, it’s that teams who have rebuilding years, never do anything fantastic.

My confidence in myself is non-existent. My sexual confidence is gone like the wind! Erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation are mental killers!

Anyway, that’s my side of life. How’s yours?


Hopefully, I get to go home sometime next week. It’s been a long time coming and I’m ready for it. I’d be lying though if I said I don’t have my worries. I’ve slipped up on porn here lately, wrote a couple of sex stories. Perhaps that was the catalyst for my anxiety? Whenever I do slip up and watch porn, I begin to put myself down. The thing about putting yourself down: once you get the trend started, it’s hard to stop.


I spent the late afternoon up until a few minutes ago (1:30 a.m.) playing Madden 20. It makes me feel bad. I don’t know why. Perhaps I feel that video games pull me away from socializing with my family. Maybe I have a guilty conscience?

Kate Upton has nothing to do with post, but why not?

As I write this, my heart is skipping beats 4-times consecutively. It drives me up the fucking wall! To be honest, I think my heart is part of the reason why I have a hard time of sleeping at night. It comes to a complete stop, then…BOOM!

I’ve been playing QB1 mode Madden. You start out as a longshot quarterback in college, then you go on to the NFL. I got drafted by the Miami Dolphins. Played with them for four seasons, and signed with the New York Giants after winning the Super Bowl.

I didn’t want to play for the Dolphins anyway.

Like I said, I feel bad for playing it so much, but my attention span ain’t worth shit anymore. I feel bad for most things wrong with my life.

I guess that’s how it goes.

What do I know?

What do I know? Not a damn thing! Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I know that the earth is round, Facebook sucks and it makes me feel like a fucking zombie and I wish it would die already. I know I’m tired of living here at my sister’s house and having nothing to do. I’m tired of feeling like a moron. I don’t know. Maybe I should own up the fact that I am a moron. What’s the definition of a moron anyway? Just looked it up: a stupid person! Okay. So I’m stupid! Fuck! I can’t win!

Earlier today, I was watching videos and documentaries on YouTube about nuclear weapons and hydrogen bombs during the arms race.  Then it went to the possibility of an asteroid hitting the earth.  We’re fucked if that ever happens!  Then I thought, you know, I tried writing a post-apocalyptic story once; I can try again!  A couple of hours of research and writing later and I realized, you know what, no I can’t!  Write what you know!  And I don’t know Jack Shit!

How stupid of me?!

I’m having a hard time of falling asleep at night. I lay here, toss and turn, scratch my ass and ballsack, and get more pissed off by the minute! The last few nights, I even tried melatonin. Did that work? Fuck no! I still tossed and turned! Maybe I should try swallowing an entire bottle. Can you overdose on melatonin?

I could download porn again, but what good would that do? I’d go on a downloading binge and wind up feeling worse about myself than what I already do!

Remember the post I wrote a little while ago about America’s Greatness? Look at me writing this like someone actually reads this blog and like someone actually cares. Anyway, it was probably the best work I had done in quite a long while, and it wasn’t really something I wanted to write about. I miss the the graveyard and the caretaker. You know, the kind of writing where I was really able to explore my mind and creative side. But, fuck me! I can’t even summon the mental capacity to do that now!

I don’t know. Maybe stupidity has something to do with it!

America’s Greatness

I’ve heard people say that America has never been great. And it really pisses me off! It does! And nine times out of ten, it’s usually some whiny ass, liberal cry baby saying it! Or some black person who’s still pissed off about slavery!

Look, I get it. Slavery, no matter what country you’re in, is a bad thing! Be that as it may, slavery in the United States ended over a century ago! To be precise, it ended in 1865 with the 13th Amendment. That’s 155 years ago!

What the fuck do you want me or someone else living today to do about it? Let me wave my magic wand and erase it completely from existence!

These same liberals who say that America has never had a time of greatness, are still pissed that Donald Trump beat Hillary Clinton. Let’s make this perfectly clear: Hillary Clinton lost the election for herself. While Donald Trump was talking about jobs, she was talking about America’s moral obligation in allowing a man to use the women’s restroom because he feels like a woman! (Insert Shania Twain here)

Take this dumb broad for instance. Notice how she says: It was never great in the first place.

Now, whether or not you’re a sports fan, I want you to go out, find someone who’s wearing a Michael Jordan jersey and tell them that he was never great! That he was never any greater than, say…oh, John Starks. Which Starks was highly overrated, of course. I want you to tell them this and see how long before their fist collapses your nose!

And to be honest, the NBA has never been the same since. It hasn’t. It sucks! Ass! The last player who epitomized greatness in the NBA after Michael Jordan was Kobe Bryant. Lebron James, Steph Curry. Just a bunch of overpaid, cry baby bitches, if you ask me!

Win the national championship, refuse to go to the White House because of the man who’s occupying the building. Fuck off! Most Americans would love to have the chance to see the Oval Office and say “Mr. President”. I know I would! And I wouldn’t care if they be Republican or Democrat!

Jimmy Kimmel. That’s another cry baby bitch! Have you noticed how with almost every single guest he has, he has to bring up President Trump? You’re an entertainer! Entertain! He even tried it with Peyton Manning. And Manning doesn’t even speak ill of his opponents on the football field! Why would he speak ill of the President of the United States?

I’ve gotten off track here. Where was I? Oh yeah! Cry baby, bitch ass liberals and their stubborn refusal to admit that America has had and continues to have moments of greatness!

We’ve already covered slavery. It was bad. Okay. We get it! Let’s move on!

Abraham Lincoln

If scroll up to the screenshot I provided, you’ll see where dumb broad, bitch ass liberal woman said that Abraham Lincoln was really the only President to bring about change in United States. I bet, dear reader, that you and the dumb liberal broad both still believe that Abraham Lincoln was the abolitionist schools today purport him to be!

On August 22, 1862, President Lincoln penned a letter to the editor of the New Your Tribune, Horace Greeley. In it, he said:

My paramount object in this struggle is to save the Union, and is not either to save or to destroy slavery. If I could save the Union without freeing any slave I would do it, and if I could save it by freeing all the slaves I would do it; and if I could save it by freeing some and leaving others alone I would also do that. What I do about slavery, and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save the Union; and what I forbear, I forbear because I do not believe it would help to save the Union.

So, you see? Lincoln didn’t give a flying fuck as to who owned whom! In his own words, his “paramount object” was to preserve the Union. On December 18, 1865, Secretary of State William H. Seward declared that the 13th Amendment had been adopted. And that took an effort of Congress and the states. Not Abraham fucking Lincoln!

It should be noted that at the time Lincoln wrote this letter, the Emancipation Proclamation was laying on his desk.

The Declaration of Independence and the Revolution

At the same time that liberal cry babies claim that America has never been great, they fail to realize how close we came to a completely different world than the one we know today! Had our Founding Fathers never answered the call to freedom, or had been crushed by the Royal military, America would now be splintered into several different factions.

Can you imagine a world today where the east coast is controlled by the British? A southeast controlled by Spain? The French (maybe) would control the south, on up to the midwest. And Mexico might have control of the west. Let it be known that there wouldn’t be a single Native American left breathing.

Historical fiction and what-ifs can only lead to conjecture!

On July 4, 1776, fifty-six delegates from the Second Continental Congress declared with a mighty shout that the thirteen colonies were sovereign states and no longer susceptible to British rule. John Hancock, being among them, made his signature the largest of all. The American War for Independence was fought from April 19, 1775 to September 3, 1783.

I can only imagine the patriotism and pure joy of those young Americans as the King’s Royal government conceded to American sovereignty!

The War of 1812

Some historians call the War of 1812 the actual war for American independence. And to them, I say, “fuck you!” The United States kicked British ass twice! And we did a good job of it!

The British, being the vindictive fuckers that they were, instigated war with the United States by running blockades of our harbors and cutting off American trades and goods. Threatened in the west and the north, American forces faced the daunting task of repelling attacks from British military and British supplied Native Americans. On June 18, 1812, President James Madison signed into law a Declaration of War handed to him by Congress.

The war wasn’t without its tribulations. Washington D.C. was sacked, and the White House, having only been twelve years old at the time, was burned. British soldiers captured Capitol Hill and mocked our legislative process. And a despondent President Madison fled in exile.

It was during this war, that Francis Scott Key awoke on a cool September morning, and found the American flag still flying high above Ft. McHenry for the battle of Baltimore. He penned a poem and we know it today as “The Star-Spangled Banner”.

I’m not a complete historian and I’m not about to write down every point and fact of war. However, the United States twice was able to repel the British empire and rise from the ashes.

This may or may not be Shania Twain, but why not stick with the theme?!

Other Instances of Greatness

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I’m going to wrap this up before I lose interest. The assertions from liberals that America is not great, that America has never been great, simply confounds my mind. Has the liberal media been that successful in brainwashing the masses into being that disappointed in their country?

Or are they still pissed that Hillary Clinton lost the election? I vote the latter.

The fact that they can disregard the sacrifices of American troops and allied forces, storming the beaches of Normandy is appalling. Did you know that President Roosevelt had two addresses prepared? One for success and one for failure? History hung in the balance. Somewhere in an alternate universe, I fear that history has a different tale to tell.

Let’s fast forward nearly twenty years to the Kennedy administration. Here was a man mired in the sands of war. Either way he went, it was the Soviet Union or Vietnam. Let’s not forget Cuba. The movie Thirteen Days, starring Kevin Costner, Bruce Greenwood and Steven Culp, told the intriguing and harrowing tale of a trio of men who struggled to keep two nations a step away from mutual annihilation.

Sure, there were flashpoints that were beyond President Kennedy’s control and would have forced his hand in all out war, but he kept his head in the midst of war mongers.

But no! The Declaration of Independence, the American War for Independence, the 13th Amendment, the war of 1812, WWI, WWII, rights for women and African-Americans, the preservation of the Union, American inventions and innovations-none of these qualify the United States to the level of greatness.

Instead, liberals constantly look in the rearview mirror, condemning America’s past; a history that is beyond our control. They are an embittered lot! Criticizing those who support the President, assaulting fellow Americans for wearing “MAGA” on their shirts and hats and stealing campaign signs from their front lawns.

And all the while they preach this fucking rhetoric, they don’t realize how cowardly and ignorant their words are. For it is by the sacrifices of men and women alike that they have the right to speak these malicious words!

What do I pray for?

One of the hardest things in the Christian life is prayer. You wouldn’t think that it’s that big of a problem, but it is. It isn’t easy to pray when you feel unworthy or feel like your words are meeting a brick wall. My every day life right now is so bland; one day is the same as the next. My life is filled with such ennui, I can’t even summon the motivation required to masturbate. I borrowed that from the movie Yes Man. But it’s true.

I pray for my wife and children. I know what I want to ask for them. But myself? I draw a blank. I pray for strength and it feels as though strength never comes. I ask for an increase in my faith, and it feels like the reinforcements never arrive. If I am supposed to be doing some “spiritual growth” right now, I don’t even know where to begin. One of my greatest fears is that once I get back home, I’ll be right back to where I started.