Ohh ohh, c'mon party people...

This evening I went to a party. It was held at the Parispeking residence. natually, Mr. and Mrs. Parispeking were present, and well as the two little Parispekinglets, and Missy, thier dog. I was there, of course. Oh, and Ghostie was there too.



























We chatted. Ate pizza. Chatted some more. Listened to some music. Chatted some more. Put the kids to bed. Drank champagne. Chatted some more. Watched "Children Of Men" on Pay Per View. Ghostie and I left.

Oh yeah, do WE know how to party!

About the movie, Ghostie thought it was a great film. Mr. David Parispeking hated it halfway though and continued to do so. Mrs. David Parispeking hated it cause the ending was stupid. I though the plot was dumb, but I LOVED the way it was filming. So take that all for what's it worth.

Anyway, naturally, I have PHOTOS!

This is Abby Parispeking, way too close to the camera.




Some back story: If you recall back in early May, Freddie, Ghostie, Mr. David Parispeking, Gilligan and myself, ended up at Friday's after a movie. And if you recall, Ghostie and Mr. David Parispeking arranged to get Freddie the three pack of crayons and coloring picture they have there for kids to keep them busy (making a joke obviously, of Freddie's age, compared to mine). Freddie, being the sweetheart that he is, took in all in stride. But unbeknownst to them, he got his revenge. The remainder of the weekend he was down here, he worked on his own picture. Since Mr. David Parispeking LOVES that Deigo kid from Dora The Explorer, Freddie downloaded a photo of Deigo, colored it in, and put a whole bunch of colored in writings on the picture, some in Spanish (while ALSO is a pet peeve of Mr. David Parispeking), and wanted me to give it to him. Since this was the first time Ghostie AND Mr. David Parispeking were together with me, I took it along tonight and gave it to them. Mr. David Parispeking had a few choices words when he saw it, but little Abby Parispeking LOVED it (she aDORes Deigo!). This is a photo of her holding the picture.


Mr. David Parispeking expressing his...appreciation for the picture.


This is the littlest Parispeking, Katie. She's a happy laughing baby.


Missy Parispeking sat on my lap and fell asleep sitting up.


Twice. And she really was asleep, she didn't close her eyes because of the flash, they were already shut.


Freddie's Diego picture, PROUDLY displayed on the Parispeking refridgerator.


Mrs. David Parispeking, hiding her face because she "doesn't even have makeup on!"


Also, as I usually try to do, I've got several quotes from the evening, to help you get a gist of how things went:

• Your hands are greasy, you smell like cheese and I can see your underpants! - David
• Let's get the food of your butt. - Susan
• Mommy, time out! Mommy, time out! - Abby
• It's my yarn tote. It's for all my yarn and yarn accessories. - Susan
• I was sitting there sucking on my screwdriver and I just opened my mouth. I thought it would hit my forehead, or go down my shirt, but it just went right in. - Susan
• "Champagne me!" "David, I think you're wife is hitting on me." - Polt
• We've see a lot of God-awful zombies movies with you, Ghostie! - David
• Girl talk is tough, man. - Polt
• "Is that a lute?" "It's a guitar!" - David
• "Can I get a new guitar?" "If you graduate with your Master's Degree." "Can I get a Master's Degree?" "....I buy you groceries, Susan." - David
• "I don't like talking to my friends. I just like sitting in a theater in the dark with my friends, watching movies." "Oh, I'VE done that!" "Stop it, stop it, Polt!" - David
• You go, I don't like to interact with the children after I drink. - Susan
• Everyone will see out dysfunctional marriage on Polt's blog! I'm going to use it as evidence in the divorce! - Susan
• Remember when I beat you with a car battery, honey? - David
• I didn't shake it! My GOD, where is the trust in this marriage? - Susan
• There's no yarn out there that can outsmart Susan. She makes the yarn her bitch. - David

Despite what these may seem to indicate, a good time was had by all.

(Several days to get this posted...PFFFT, what do YOU know, Mr. David Parispeking???)

POLT

"You can't walk nude in front of the foster kids. It's against the law!" "I know that looked bad, but well..." - Phil, Get Your Stuff

My baby's got a secret (Part 28)...

Secret Saturdays

Each week, these come from http://postsecret.blogspot.com/. Stop by and check em out.





POLT Oil: 70.68(+.08); Gas: 2.89 (-.01)

"These shoes are killing me." "You fight crime in high heels." "High heels that fit." - Wonder Woman, Justice League Unlimited

Standing in the line-up, tears rolling down....

Puntabulous posted a little bit ago about picking himself out of a line-up. He explained it thusly:

"As a society, we aren’t always the people we strive to be. We look towards role models and attempt to emulate them, but we don’t always succeed. Here are some of my personal role models (taken from spaceship crews, obvs) and I’ve chosen who I wish to be, and who I really am:"

Well, seeing as how I'm secretly in love with Craiggers, and want to emulate him (among other things) in all I do, I've decided to follow suit. Although, instead of spaceship crews, I'll find myself in what I know: Comic book super-teams.

Team: Justice League Of America (current lineup)
I wish I was: Superman. I mean, who doesn't? Fast, stong, invulnerable, can fly, and with a pair of glasses and parting your hair differently, you're suddenly an entirely different person!
But I really am: Wonder Woman. A big, powerful queen (of the Amazons) wannabe, who takes my opinions and myself WAY too seriously, and rarely steps down and will fight to the end when my 'ways' are questioned.


Team: Justice Society Of America (current lineup)
I wish I was: Power Girl (lower left). She's strong, tall, blonde, and built. (her boobs have been drawn bigger than her head). Looking like that, I could have sex with ANY man I wanted. And if he was gay, I'd initimidate him into having sex with me.
But I really am: Starman (to the right of Power Girl). He babbles all the time, he's from the future and doens't really fit in, and the others think he's insane. Other than the 'from the future' part, that pretty much describes how others see me.


Team: Teen Titans (current lineup)
I wish I was: Jericho (bottom right). He's very handsome, with sexy curly hair and he can take over and possess other people's bodies. Oooo, imagine the FUN I could have with THAT power. Oh, and he's got a nifty purple costume.
But I really am: Kid Devil (to the left of Jericho). Kinda silly, kinda stupid, kinda irritating, they other's tolerate and put up with him basically cause they have to, he has no where else to go.


Team: The Outsiders (current lineup)
I wish I was: Nightwing (bottom center) His parents were killed before his eyes when he was child, he was raised by a dark brooding man his only friend a butler, he's had relationships with several hot super-heroines but never been able to make one work, his "city" Bludhaven was nuked last year BUT.....he's got the body of a GOD!
But I really am: Thunder (middle right) She is the daughter of a superhero, Black Lightning. He does NOT approve of her being a super-heroine, so she has to wear a disguise and not tell her family about her exploits, keeping one whole part of her life secret. Boy, do I know about that. Oh, and She's in a gay relationship with Grace (middle left).


Team: Doom Patrol (current lineup)
I wish I was: Elasti-Girl (center) She can grow or shrink herself to nearly any size. One assumes that when this takes place.....appendages grow, oh and or shrink, as well. Niiice.
But I really am: Beast Boy (Second from left) A kid who's different (he's green skinned and can change into any animal) and has no way to hide it, and so he uses humor and jokes to cover up his insecurities, fears and embarrassments.


Team: The Legion Of Super-Heroes (current incarnation)
I wish I was: Phantom Girl (bottom right, in white with black hair). She can walk through walls. And that's all well and good, but she's got a rocking body that looked damn good in that Mike Grell bell-bottomed costume of the late 1970's! She even looks good in pigtails. But best of all, she gets to date, and presumably make hot future other-worldly sex with, the hunky Ultra Boy (to the lower left of Supergirl, right up front)
But I really am: Brainiac 5 (to the immediate right of Supergirl, the green one). He's too smart for his own good. Dismissive of any ideas that differ from his. Prone to arrogance. Totally inept at starting romantic relationship.


Team: Shadowpact
I wish I was: Enchantress (bottom center). She's a reformed criminal, so we know she has a nasty streak. With her magic, she can make almost anything happen...or make anyone fall under her...spell. But with boobage like she has, would I really need spells to get the guys?
But I really am: Detective Chimp (bottom right). Does ANYONE take him seriously?


Team: The Watchmen
I wish I was: Ozymandias (center, purple mask) Handsome, sexy, genius, he made a fortune by the time he was 30, and then gave it all away, became a hermit,and then made himself another fortune just to prove he could! Rich and successful businessman. Can have, and gets pretty much whatever he wants...including a fortress in Antartica and a genetically engineered giant lynx as a pet. Oh, I know, he destroys half of New York City in the end to achieve his aims, but who ever else has looked so good doing something so evil? Plus, when he was a crimefighter, he wore a nifty purple costume!
But I really am: Captain Metropolis (lower right, in red) Closeted gay man, has an affair with a guy he shouldn't in the 40's, tries to re-organize the super-heroes in the 60's and is laughingly ignored, fades into obscurity until killed unceremoniously in a car crash in the 1970's. (No, i don't really think I'm that much of a sad sack, but I think he's the closest to me of any of the others.)

POLT

She's calling from HELL? On her cellphone??? - Max, JLA Classified #6

In your smile, forbidden love (Part 11)...

Does THIS make me look GAY?

Okay, there's just way too many piercings, tongues, and nipples in this photo of some 'straight' guys, so many in fact and with unusual placements of each, that you just have to wonder they're thinking....

"Does THIS make me look GAY?"

POLT

Remember the scene in "Patton" where George C. Scott is defiantly firing ihs sidearm at German fighter planes? That's not Dick Cheney. Dick Cheney is under the bed. - Tim Rowland, May 15, 2005

I'm judging me. My academy...

Our local newspaper had an article in it about Nick Smith, a local high school valedictorian and recent graduate, and how he's going to be attending the Air Force Academy in the fall. They even had a photo of him.



nice arms, eh? And all summer, he's supposed to be attending boot camp out there, or something. Just imagine how much more he'll be beefed up when he returns......

Wonder what the chances are the paper will do a follow up?

POLT

On come ON, Sharon! I'm fucking Ozzy Osbourne, the king of fucking darkness! I won't do fucking bubbles! - Ozzy Osbourne

Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me (Part 85)...

Frenching Fridays

POLT Oil: 70.60 (+1.08); Gas: 2.90 (-)

"Kids can drink in Europe." "They also speak 3 languages. When you can speak 3 languages, then you can have some wine." - Gloria, Get Your Stuff

Tryin hard to win me first prize...

Hey, kids, we got our very first photo submission over at Polt's Plenty O'Purple Place! now that the ice is broken, so to speak, let's get with the sending of more photos of purple! Let's make Polt's Plenty O'Purple Place, the purpliest place on the internet! A place unsurpassed in its plethora of purpleness!

Send it ALL in. Purple pachyderm? Purple padlock? Purple protuberance? Purple phonograph? Purple peanuts? Purple parrot? Purple pouch? Purple pudding? Purple poddle? Purple puzzle? Purple porpoise? Purple percolater? Purple perfume? Purple-haired punk? Purple paisley pyjamas? Purple-clothed Polynesian prettyboy? Purple preserved pre-Columbian pomegranate? Whatever it is, i don't care!

"Give me your purple tires, your purple doors,

Your purpled glasses, send your purple to me,

The purpled bruises, your purple seeping sores.

Send these, the purple homes, the purple dress, even the purpled toast to me,

I'll post them in the Plenty O'Purple Place, forever more!"

(with deepest apologies to the author of the inscription on the Statue of Liberty)

let's get to work people!

POLT

If nudity offends you, take that mirror out of your bathroom! - Billy, Tottyworld

If you said goodbye to me tonight...

Today, I read on http://aguyinlove.blogspot.com/ that Mikey and Ryan decided to close down thier blog.

It was like a punch in the gut.

I know I've never met them, I've never spoken to them, and we've only exchanged a few emails and several comments, but it feels like a friend is leaving me. I understand why they're wrapping it up, but that makes it no easier.

I first stumbled on thier blog by visiting it to view one of thier HNT photos. This was about two years ago, I'd imagine. I was captivated: two cute young gay guys, in love. One in West Virginia, one in Atlanta. I was there for Mikey's visits to Atlanta; Ryan's visit to Mikey and the photos of thier camping out and of Mikey's town; for Mikey's visit to Ryan's where he surprised him by saying he wasn't going home and staying from now on; Ryan's health issues; for the trip to Florida and all the fun there; for Mikey's horrific accident, and Ryan's dedication to him; for Mikey's miraculous recovery and for everything inbetween.

Ryan and Mikey have taken a lot of shit from so many different people over the years, more in thier young years than I think i have in all my life. And they've persevered. And now, they want to shut the blog down, keeping that amount of drama out of their lives. they want to live together, grow together, just BE together outside the limelight of the blog. And as I said, this I can understand.

And as I said, it doens't make it hurt any less. I know they're just an email away, but it feels as if someone died. I enjoyed checking up on them daily to see what funny, or serious thing happened to them. Kinda like, I guess, why people check into the Palace.

This has happened before, with Persian Guy, Jason, DCGaysOfOurLives, and it bothered me each time then too, but this time, it feels more personal. Maybe because Ryan and Mikey were more personal on thier blogs, more open and throwing more out there for all to see. And I suppose that contributed to the drama and problems they had.

Anyway, I wish I had a more fitting tribute to them. but all I can say is, they've touched my life, I feel thier friends, and hope they have only the best of lives together. And I hope we'll stay in touch.


(this is the photo on thier blog, sweet romantic and sexy, like them)

Love you guys.

POLT

I think my biggest problem is being young and beautiful, because I've never been young and beautiful. Oh, I've been beautiful, and God knows I've been young, but never the twain have met. - Arnold, Torch Song Trilogy

So through hospital, cathedral, whiskey bar...

As i mentioned a few posts ago, my father has cancer, in his neck and his lung. They're giving him 14 radiation treatments for the neck cancer. Mom made up a schedule for us to take dad to the hospital for the treatment. I've taken him 4 times.

It's a 30 minutes drive to the hospital, about 15 minutes while they do the treatment and then a 30 minutes drive back. On the way, we have to drive by the area of that town that holds thier municipal pool, and each time, I've seen at least one hot shirtless teenaged boy in shorts with a towel over thier shoulders walking the streets nearby. That's makes it all worth it.

Tuesday, in hte 95 degree heat and humidity, after the treatment, dad decided he wanted a WEndy's vanilla frosty again. So we went through the drive through and I got him one. I also needed bread, milk, and orange juice, so I pulled into a grocery store before we left that town. I put the windows all down and told him I'd be just a minute, cause all I needed was bread, milk and orange juice. He said he'd sit in the car and eat the frosty, it would help keep him cool.

I went in the store and immediately to my left, I saw a big neon sign proclaiming the 'BAKERY' was there. Now, I figured if I wanted bread, I'd just go to the bakery. I mean, bread is baked, right? as I walked through the Bakery section, I saw they had pies, cupcakes, cakes, bagels, all sorts of things like that, but did they have any bread there? nope, not that I can see. So since I was already at the back left of the store, I thought I'd walk across the back of the store to the back right, where I figured the milk would be, since I could see coolers there, and milk was usually near the coolers. I checked all 16 aisles as I went by, looking for the bread, but found none. And where I expected it to be, I found milk AND orange juice.

I picked up one of each, and figuring I must have missed the bread (cause i was moving kinda fast, after all, i didn't want to leave my dad out in the heat for too long), so i walked back along the back of the store looking up the aisles, and still saw no bread. So I figured I must have missed at the Bakery, and since i was now back near the Bakery again, I'd just check there again. And I did. And NO BREAD!

No I was getting pissed. how hard should it be to get some freakin BREAD? So I walked along the front of the store now, looking at the signs above each of the 16 aisles for anything that remotely resembled bread. Closest thing I found was croutons. At about aisle 13, I noticed, looking ahead of me, BREAD! in the front right corner of the store, obscured somewhat by the office that extended outwards. There was the bread, at the other end from the Bakery! yeah, makes perfect sense to me.

Getting to the bread, I could not find any of the Texas toast kind (I like thicker slices of bread, sue me). Finally, on the bottom shelf I found some. I grabbed a bag and made it to the cashier and out the door as quickly as I could. As I walked out, I saw dad halfway across the parking lot between the car and store.

I told him i was sorry for taking so long and asked him it it was too hot for him. he said it wasn't, but the guy in the car next to us came back from the store saw him there and said, "No thats just wrong, leaving an elderly person in the car while you go in and shop! How could someone do that? you want me to call the police on my cellphone?" he was laughing, but dad wasn't sure if he was serious or not. he told the guy no, it's okay, but since the guy drove away dialing a number on his cell phone, dad was afraid he might actually be calling the police and so dad thought he'd just go stand in the shade of the storefront. And then I came out.

dad, God bless him, isn't always the quickest on the uptake, ya know? And that night, i got a call from Mama Polt harrassing me for deserting my poor elderly father in that car in the heat. What did I think he was, anyway, a dog? And we laughed and laughed.

POLT Oil: 69.52 (+.51); Gas: 2.90 (-.01)

I am making a mental list of those who are snickering and even as I speak, I am preparing appropriate retribution. - Toby Zeigler, The West Wing

Undress me, will I look like a fool (Part 64)...

It's time once more for....



38 years ago, in the early hours of a Saturday morning, at a bar in New York City, gay men and lesbians stood up and said ENOUGH to the police who had baselessly hassled and arrested them. They fought back against the authorities, for three nights over five days they did so, standing up for thier rights. This is what we now call the Stonewall Riots. And it marked the beginning of the gay rights movement.

So, today, on both HNT and the annivesary of Stonewall, I combine the two. I salute the gays and queer, dykes and fags, homos and lesbos that fought for the rights that i now take, more or less, for granted.



If you want to get a look at what others are doing on this fine HNT, click the HNT button in my sidebar.

POLT

GOP does NOT spell God.

Janet Weiss and superheroes come to feast...

No, I don't know what super-heroes he's supposed to be, either...



...but when you've got shoulder and arms like that and look that good in Spandex, you can call yourself ANY superhero name!

POLT Oil: 69.01 (+1.18); Gas: 2.91 (-.01)

"I could use my deathray and reduce them all to streaming piles of melted flesh." "You don't have a deathray." "Another of my tragic shortcomings, I'm afraid." - L-Ron, JLA Classified #4

It doesn't serve them, or the country very well...

Stevie didn't post a dance video this week, and I was going to post another music video, and then I saw this. I first heard about it online, and read the transcript online, and I was jsut going to post that, but then, I saw this an it's so much better.



Coultergeist looks embarrased, nervous and awkward when Edwards first starts talking, but then soon gets right into her Wicked Bitch Of The Right mode. And she mocks Edwards' concern and tries to make it that she (Coultergeist) is the victim, insinuating Edwards wants her to stop talking.

Now, while that would be a great thing if Coultergiest did indeed DO that, but that's not at all what Edwards is saying. She saying if Coultergiest wants to argue issues, and positions, that's fine, but Edwards wants her to just stop the personal attacks. of course, Coultergiest can't do that, because, as I think of it now, I've never heard her mention an actual political opinion. Oh, she's great at calling people fags, and fat, and other names, and great at questioning the motives of mourning 911 widows and such. but really, when was the last time Coultergiest actually stated how she felt about an issue. Immigration? the war in Iraq? North Korea nukes? Health care? Hmm, nope, she has no opinons on that. her whole career is based on slander, and personal attacks.

Which begs the questions, how the hell did she get on Hardball in the first place? Granted I love her being taken down a peg or two, in a polite Southern type of way, on nationwide TV. And I understand she's going to be all over Faux News, as they probably get thier talking points from the same memo. But I have to wonder why she was given he forum on Hardball. Was there NO ONE else that could go on and actually talk politics instead of making fun of people?

I applaud Mrs. Edwards for her politeness and calmness, and for what she tried to do. And if the Edwards do make some money off of this (I'm thinking of shooting some cash thier way), it only scratches the surface on all the money Coultergiest made belittling and lying about the Clintons for more than a decade now.

(note who was the ONLY person to get applause from the audience)

POLT

"Eighteen. How's it feel?" "Pretty much like 17 and a half. Except for that whole 'Can be tried as an adult' business." - Jason, Firestorm #14

Feeling followed, feeling tagged...

Well, it seems Onanite has tagged me. Unfortunately, he's tagged me with the same meme Bella did just about ten days ago, I think. However, since I'm rather flattered that anyone bothers to tag me at all, I'll play along.

1. All right, here are the rules.
2. We have to post these rules before we give you the facts.
3. Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
4. People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
5. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Okay, see I hate rules. Rules are made to be broken. And besides, I don't think there's 8 things about me that I HAVEN'T posted on my blog yet. So, what I'll do is comment on the ones Onanite left on his blog.

1. I hate being tagged, but because it was Mixter, I'll do it. I don't mind being tagged (depends on how cute the guy is, actually), and the fact it's my buddy Onanite, just makes me more likely to do it.
2. When I was younger I used to jack off 4 times a day or more. Oh hell yeah. More, if I could find the time and a place to do it. I try today, but my 40 year old body just ain't what it was at 18. Still, once a day is usual for me.
3. I have been with over 2000 guys in my life. Oh at least that many for me.
4. I used to be a street hustler on Polk street in San Francisco when I was in my late teens. Hmm, well, I've been a hustler, never been to San Francisco, but I HAVE been in my late teens before. Jacked off quite a bit then too. See question #2.
5. My father kicked me out of the house when I was 16 years old. I stayed at college for a year and half, but still came home on weekends. I always told me parents I'd move out before I was 30. I moved out at 29 years 9 months and 6 days.
6. I finished high school and college on my own, no parental help. I got a small inheritance when i turned 18, used that for college and my first car, and many many CD's I didn't need to buy.
7. I don't have any girls who are friends. Oh, I have numerous friends who are girls. I have had several girlfriends. I have sex with a few girls. I love accompaning a group of them on a "Girls' Night Out". I'm an honorary girl. (no snide comments, Mr. Parispeking!)
8. I smoke even though I have lung cancer. I smoked cigarettes a few times when I was drinking in high school and college. Never picked up the habit. I prefered having something else in my mouth to suck on. (Lifesavers, you pervs!)

POLT

Between this and the window treatments, if I was the kids, I'd run away. - Thom, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

Happy Anniversary to me...

Man, I'd make a HORRIBLE husband! For proof, I'll give you the following examples: I leave my dirty underwear all over the bedroom (and sometimes living room) floor, I snore horribly in bed, I wouldn't want to have sex with my wife (cause she's a woman and I'm gay, DUH!), AND I totally forgot about the Palace's anniversary!


(This is the Flintstones where they sing the Anniversary Song to Wilma...love that episode)

June 23rd, last Saturday was the second year anniversary of Polt's Palace! And I want to thank all 28,350 visitors who stopped by for doing so. I'd thank you all individually, but I don't have all your addresses or phone numbers, so I'll thank you en masse here.

THANKS!

Oh, yeah, and I also burp and fart whenever the mood hits...great husband material, eh?

POLT

Your new wife is so pornographic - I mean photogenic. No, I mean slutty. - MikWright

These words, whispered in your ear (Part 7)...

Word Of The Day

These come from http://www.urbandictionary.com stop by and check out some other words.

Foreploy

The act of misrepresenting yourself, for the sole purpose of getting laid.

- "The whole evening was foreploy, the dickhead only wanted to "hit it"."

POLT

Well being a dick ain't so bad. See there's three kinds of people: dicks, pussies, and assholes. Pussies think everybody can get along and dicks just wanna fuck all the time without thinking it through. But then you got your assholes, Chip. And all the assholes want it to shit all over everything. So, pussies may get mad at dicks once in a while, because...pussies get fucked by dicks. But dicks also fucks assholes, Chuck. And if they didn't fuck the assholes, you know what you'd get? You'd get your dick and your pussy all covered in shit! - Team America [one of THE best quotes from any movie EVER, in my humble opinion]

With your support we're reachin' new heights...

From Scott, over at Bill In Exile :

I'm starting a new holiday here at Bill in Exile. I figure if we can have National Take Your Secretary Out To Lunch At Appleby's For All The Times You've Been An Asshole To Her/Him Day then we can have a national holiday to help supporters of the war in Iraq remember that they did, in fact, support the war in Iraq.

It seems that as of late more and more people like news pundits and politicians as well as just plain folks who were once gung-ho about getting in there and kicking some Islamunistofascist ass {as long as someone else was actually doing the ass kicking} have gone all wobbly and are trying to rewrite history by denying their culpability in their support of the disaster that President Chimpy and the Neocon lunatics in Shooter Cheney's office have saddled this country with.

You can usually tell the ones who are getting ready to start actively denying their support for the Iraq fiasco by their embarrassed silence whenever they find themselves in a group of people who were RIGHT ALL ALONG and opposed the war from the very beginning. The ones who are getting ready to make the jump to Culpability Deniers are the ones who get all quiet during discussions of the war with their friends and then sort of disappear, feigning something like Irritable Bowel Syndrome and beating a hasty retreat from the discussion.

So in order to help these shit for brains, er, um...your friends who supported the war to not forget their contribution to our glorious war effort and for acting as accomplices in the deaths of over 3,500+ American boys and girls, the maiming of over 30,000 and the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Iraqis I'm starting the National Remind A War Supporter Day.

Celebrating this new holiday is as easy as pie for all one needs to do is make a list of all your friends and acquaintances who were once all hot to trot to send our boys and girls into Iraq and on August the first drop them a card or email or give 'em a jingle on the phone and remind them how very wrong they've been and thank them for the fucking mess we're in.

Something along the lines of "Thanks for the war you asshole" will work just fine although obviously the more creative you can be the better.

Because lets be honest here, without them none of this would have happened and they should be reminded of that as often as possible.

I think this is an outSTANDing idea, and I fully support it. We shouldn't allow all those "Let's go kick thier asses", gung-ho types be able to wiggle out of their responsbility for the mess we're in. The same ones who burned "Dixie Chicks" albums, condemned Madonna for speaking out at one of ther concerts, and generally called anyone un-American who dared to think for themselves and not blindly support Bushie. I think I will be contacting my friends like this, although I'll do it privately and not in a public forum like this. I'll mention no names, but they know who they are, don't they Mr. Parispeking?

POLT

"You didn't know it was raining?' "To our credit, sir, we knew it was raining once it started to rain." - Toby Zeigler, The West Wing

An utterance, information, don't mince words (Part 48)..

Too Much Information Tuesdays

1. Does the carpet match the drapes? Well, since I used the Nair For Men about two weeks ago, I don't really have carpeting right now (speaking of TMI!). But when i do have carpeting, they are pretty much match, even with me dying the drapes to cover the gray.
2. Have you ever used personal information about someone to blackmail them? No. I don't know that I know blackmailable stuff about other people.
3. What is the best way to mend a broken heart? Sex. Lots sex. (this one sounds familiar, didn't we just do this one not too long ago?)
4. Have you ever had sex in a place of worship? (i.e., church, temple, mosque, etc.) A cemetary right next to a church once, does that count?
5. If you watch video porn, do you buy it in a store, from a catalog, online, or download it? LINK!!! ;) XTube and PornoTube
Bonus (as in optional): How often, if ever, do you "fake it?" I haven't done it often, and haven't done it in a while, but I have faked it before. Yet another reason to use condoms, every time!

EDIT: The folks over at TMITuesdays realized they HAD used #3 not to long ago, so they changed it to the following:

3. What is your favorite thing to lick? Freddie, obviously. Certain parts of him in particular, but any part will do.

POLT Oil: 67.83 (-1.22); Gas: 2.91 (-.01)

Things were working like a well oiled exotic dancer. - Carson, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

The student's eyes don't percieve the lies...

Got this from the AP today.

(AP) WASHINGTON President Bush was presented with a letter Monday signed by 50 high school seniors in the Presidential Scholars program urging a halt to "violations of the human rights" of terror suspects held by the United States.

The White House said Bush had not expected the letter but took a moment to read it and talk with a young woman who handed it to him."The president enjoyed a visit with the students, accepted the letter and upon reading it let the student know that the United States does not torture and that we value human rights," deputy press secretary Dana Perino said.

The students had been invited to the East Room to hear the president speak about his effort to win congressional reauthorization of his education law known as No Child Left Behind. The handwritten letter said the students "believe we have a responsibility to voice our convictions."

"We do not want America to represent torture. We urge you to do all in your power to stop violations of the human rights of detainees, to cease illegal renditions, and to apply the Geneva Convention to all detainees, including those designated enemy combatants," the letter said.

The designation as a Presidential Scholar is one of the nation's highest honors for graduating high school students. Each year the program selects one male and one female student from each state, the District of Columbia, Puerto Rico, Americans living abroad, 15 at-large students, and up to 20 students in the arts on the basis of outstanding scholarship, service, leadership and creativity."

God bless these 50 kids. Half of the group. i truly hope these kids DO become leaders in this nation. the sooner the better, I say!

POLT Oil: 69.05 (+.38); Gas: 2.92 (-)

"That's what we call old lady stuff." "I call it junk!" - Jai, Queer Eye For The Straight Guy

Higher than all the birds in the sky (Part 7)...

Freddie's Bird Adventures

So Freddie email me about his last three days at the bird sanctuary.

Tuesday: Very hot and humid. Freddie started out working with another guy but he bailed cause he couldn't take the heat. Freddie did what he needed to do, feed and water the birds, and got it done in about 45 minutes. Then because of the heat, he spent the remaining two hours on a bench in the shade. Sounds like government work to me.

Thursday: He was doing his regular thing, feeding the birds and such and came to Benita's cage. Benita is a cockatoo. She wanted to come out, he asked his boss, and he said it was okay. Benita climbed up his arm and behind his head. The boss then left to get more bird food. Freddie changed the food and water in Benita's cage, with her still perched behind his head. She was preening his hair. She seemed content. Freddie tried to put her back in the cage, she bit his ear. He showed her the food, showed her a peanut and then put it in her cage hoping she'd go in after it. She bit his other ear. She bit his ears a total of 3 more times before the boss returned and got her off and back into the cage. The boss said he's handled her a lot of times and that never happened. Leave it to Freddie to be dominatd by a cockatoo.

After work, he was driving home and had gone the wrong way so he pulled into a driveway and turned around. Not ten feet back in the other direction, he was pulled over by a cop. The coversation goes as follows, verbatum from Freddie's own account:

Cop: Are you Fredericks?
Freddie: My first name is Frederick.
Cop: So your last name isn't Fredericks?
Freddie: No.
Cop: Did you just come from 22? (which Freddie only later figured out was House 22)
Freddie: I really don't what that is. I just intern out here.
Cop: Oh, well, I had to talk to the people in 22 and saw you leaving so that's why I pulled you over.

And that was it. So now we know that not only are the birds freaky in that area, but so are the local law enforcement.

Satruday: This is the first couple lines copied directly from Freddie's email: "There was a surprising amount of people there today. in actuality, there really wasnt that many people, its just that nobody ever goes so ANYONE showing up is a big deal, at least for me. and we had a total of 17 people show up, mostly parents and kids" So 17 people are a lot of people for this place? it obviously doesn't exist because of admissions. Oh, and for me, there was also a cute twink boy in a tight black shirt there, with his pretend girlfriend. (isn't it nice that my boyfriend scopes out other boys for me?) Anyway, he finally got to have some interaction with the guests, which he had been wanting to do. he answered thier questions, took admission from a few, was videotaped by a lady as he fed the parrots.

When he went to feed the emu/deer/ostrich, there was a small group there, a mom, girl of about 16, and two boys 3 & 4. Freddie asked if anybody wanted to help him and the little boys all squealed with excitement. Freddie said he needed someone to hold the gate open for him and then shut it behind him. The boys wanted to do it, but mom said the girl better do it. While he was feeding the animals the two boys yelled and squealed and just had a blast watching him.

Mom asked if there were any feathers laying around, because the boys were collecting them and then she was going to put a photo of the boys in a frame made of the feathers..or something like that. So Freddie gave them some feathers, but as they were just gret emus, grey ostrich and non feathered deer there, it wouldn't be too colorful (that's my little gayboy, always thinking about the aesthetic value of stuff), so Freddie went and got them some colorful parrot feathers and brought them back, much to the delight of the boys. (and Freddie wanted to ensure I posted that he did NOT in fact take the feathers OFF the birds, he got them from the cages and ground, one assumes).

the boys were concerned about bird, who looked sick or dying. He went with them to look. Well, it turned out it was a seriemas (yeah, like I ever heard of it before either), and these birds for whatever reason love the sun and like to lay on thier backs with the wings outspread and...well, sunbathe. Freddie assured everyone everything was okay.

He also thoughtfully included a photo of a seriema (not the one from his place, just a photo he found of one), so we can all see why they might have thought it was dead or dying.



I tell ya what, if Benita bit my ears multiple times, SHE'D end up looking like that...and she's not a seriema.

POLT

Scare them my beasties! Nibble and gnaw on thier overstuffed buttocks! - Groundskeeper Willie, The Simpsons

You're wantin my body, I don't mind (Part 100)....

MONDAY'S HOT SHIRTLESS GUY PHOTOS

Well, kids, this is the 100th Monday's Hot Shirtless Guy Photos post! Whoo-hoo! In honor of this, this week, I'm going to give you several different types of Hot Shirtless Guys to enjoy. Certainly, everyone's types will be covered here somewhere.

ASIANS

BLACKS

HISPANICS

WHITES

MEN

TWINKS

HAIRTHINGS

REDHEADS

BLONDES

Enjoy! And thanks for stopping by!

POLT

Killing one person is murder, killing 1,000 people is foreign policy. Think about it.