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Okay, today I feel like being offensive.
Today, something just struck against my mind, and you know how I get when something strikes me. I have to question it. Usually it's about crazy men or women, most of the time it's about oral sex, some of the time it's about social issues. All in all, I cover the wide range of the human spectrum of existence. Today, I want to talk about space travel and it's importance to the knowledge base of us here on Earth.
(Waiting)... Okay. Did all the kids leave the blog? If you are a kid and you went past my notice in the front of my blog, shame on you. If you took the above paragraph literally and scampered off to some porn site, ha ha! I GOT YA! I hate kids reading my blog. Not that I don't know if they are prepared or not for mature content, I'm not their guardian. Hey, they knew how to get here while surfing the Internet so you have to give them some recognition for being smart. Probably smarter than their fucking parents. Young people. I don't care if you're adult enough in your maturation. That's up to your parents. I just don't like you here if you're not.
What bothers me is not the young people, but the fucking PARENTS. The fucking parents that go around, stomping on free adult speech because of their children, regardless if they are here or not. Parents bitching and moaning about Internet content and it's availability to their children. What asinine thinking. And yet these dumb fucks have the nerve to buy Johnny a new computer with an Internet connection in his room, and then walk off and gab on the phone with every nosey assed bitch in the neighborhood, or sit in front of the television with a beer in one hand and their other hand down in the front of their pants. Unsupervised.
Yeah, Johnny isn't stupid, his parents are. So is it my fault that inquisitive johnny zips over here to get a gander at the occasional pornographic image that I may put up? Is it my fault that Johnny learns about a 'Donkey Punch' or 'Skull Buggery', or a 'Bucking Bronco' from me? If I use such terms when talking about something and they look it up, is that my fault? No. I see it as a learning process. Shit, half of this stuff I learned from twelve year olds. Kids are much smarter today as you might think.
I mean, I first glimpsed a naked woman performing fellatio in a magazine when I was in High school. Yeah...I mean, I have seen naked women in magazines before, such as in a Playboy or Hustler magazine long before then, but they weren't fucking. I knew when I saw my first Playboy centerfold that I wanted to do something to her, but what exactly, I wasn't too fucking sure of. But my first year in high school I saw my first porn magazine, and it blew my mind. I didn't even know that women (and men, to make a further comment) could 'blow the horn' before that, among other things.
But because of the Internet, kids don't have to wait until they are in High School before they learn how to 'ride the Baloney Pony'. So, what do I do? I put a warning in front of my blog just in case some kid with a responsible parent looking over their shoulder do not get surprised by clicking on my blog and seeing a 'Dirty Sanchez'. Like POW!
I'm all for protecting children but not at the cost of Barney-izing the Internet. I was already told about this when I inquired about selling the blog to companies so as to reap a paycheck. Basically they said that adult content does not draw in the millions like a non-adult topic. They don't see a return on their investment when purchasing the rights of an adult blog. Gee, that is shocking. Where do they get their demographics from?
So what do I do. I keep up the adult content fight for all to see. Fuck 'em. If I want to say 'pussy' or 'cock' or show an image of them (or more importantly what is happening to them) I should be able to. If I want to read about it, I should be able to. That's just how I feel...Oh shit! I just looked at my watch. I'm at the end of my blog post and I didn't get the chance to say one single thing about my offensive topic.
Damned, that's fucking dis- appointing. To me that is. So, I'll close down my soap box sermon about Kids realizing what those organs on their maturing bodies are for. So tomorrow, I promise you, I'll get right on my offensive subject and not leave you in the suspense that I'm doing so today. Have a nice day, and I'll see you tomorrow.
If sexual subjects offend you...skip tomorrow's post.
Hobobob
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