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Tales From The Bourgeoisie QuartaireJan 15 '03 Write an essay on this topic.The Bottom Line Personally interesting material despite my terrible grasp of the french language. (It actually has nothing to do with France, it's our little secret) Hello and welcome to an entirely random collection of zany and bourgeois points and confessions. After a bit of nattering around and thinking and trying at how to get the creative juices flowing again I came to a spurting conclusion, and that conclusion is that I think best during the night. More specifically, I think best after the nightly rituals of masculine sustainment. I am in fact, typing this into my notepad program after a keen round of masturbation[and the bid for wide demographic appeal falters]. I'm trying not to let the bright glean of the monitor intimidate me. Confessions abound, I have recently come to the conclusion that I am bisexual[redneck readership plunges while lacklove housewives become quite intrigued], and more recently decided to pull the stops here, just several minutes ago, in fact. What is bisexual? Well, broadly it's the attraction of a person of one gender to both sexes. To one side of the spectrum, there are those who have mild attraction to their own sex, while at the other end they want to make passionate love through the night and day. Somehow, I fall between those two. Although I have come to grips with all of this, I am not quite ready to try any relationship in this field, and I'm already in a (online) relationship[same sex hopefuls sigh in discouragement]. I do not seek attention, nor do I aim to become the stereotypical gay, with crocodile leather handbag and loud shoes. I much prefer my handbags in denim, thank you. Moving along, corny jabs aside, we can get down to the real issues, such as locating the infamous Waldo and discussing how much president Bush is a total wack-job bent on crushing third world nations with a handful of sidewinders and much "rezeezeesolve", I just made that up, but can you imagine him saying that?[conservatives would be fit to lynch but have thankfully already left]. In any case, I'm sure thousands of innocent men will be deployed to effectively absorb landmines for their "superior officers" using their legs. God bless the fertile war machine we inhabit. Speaking of God, I've heard a certain statement repeatedly rehashed by semi-fanatical religious right-wingers. The wretched deformation of a point, "God put animals on earth to be used by humans", as if they were some bargain toilet tissue. Now, I'm no "animal humanitarian"(funny) but I like animals and think that they should be properly represented like all of the other questionably sentient beings in the nation. Yes, you can call me the animal attorney(that doesn't actual participate in the legal system of America in any way). Correct me if I'm wrong, but if animals were meant to be "used" and discarded at will by human beings like a soiled tampon, and God put them on earth solely for that purpose, then they wouldn't resist, because they'd instinctively know their purpose. However, that is not their instinctive purpose, their instinctive purpose is to thrive personally and specially, as anyone who has studied most creatures for any length of time would know. There was a saying in popularity among those same christians not more than several centuries ago, "God put you in the place you were meant to be." I have never seen an animal that was born with a recycling index number on their a--, have you? Another strange thing, psychiatry. I don't think I will ever understand why people even want to know themselves. I think psychiatry was originally born of someone's lust for power in knowing the ways of others to best predict their actions and manipulate them suitably. But now, in this great age of enlightenment, people seem to want to know more and more about themselves. Coming from myself, a person who know a great deal about how his own mind works, having pondered it for many hours in the lines of a number of grocery stores along the western edge of Pennsylvania, I can tell you all that you really don't want to know. You don't want to know how your own mind works, or how mine works, or how anyone's works. Trust me. The psychiatrists themselves are strange. Very, very, very strange people. I am quite positive that the original forefathers of psychology, removed from their time into the present, would all be heavily medicated and kept under tight surveillance by the modern psychiatrists. Also, how much do the psychologists really know? Almost all of what I've heard of psychology so far can be arrived at by oneself in a session of light reasoning. They don't really seem to be able to help with the really big problems at all. Here's a statement for the records: The only difference between a psychiatrist and myself is that he's PAID for knowing nothing about how your mind works.[Psychologists and those heavily medicated storm off in protest but calm themselves on Clonazepam] Urban Renewal is a fancy term for "kicking poor people out".[City mayors decline to comment] The Steelers were indeed, manhandled by the Titans.[Pittsburghians throw broken beer bottles] Finally, if a woodchuck could chuck wood, he'd be a cinch to replace Mr. Tom Ridge as head of the Department of Homeland Defense, as his skills are more apt to the job.[I like offending patriots...] Signed in italic type, Dark Fox  |
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