The Devil's Double

So I watched The Devil’s Double last night. A fact based interpretation of Uday Hussein’s life. Wow was he an evil, nasty, demonic living specimen with the taste for blood dripping from his parotid glandsI cringed not but I did become more appreciative (as if I’m not already). Ladies, imagine your wedding day. One of the happiest days or your life filled with family and friends, love, laughter, music and joy. Nothing could possibly go wrong on this most sacred day… Right? Fellas, imagine being offered the position of “brother” from a man that you know represents everything you are against in life. A man that you would killed if given the opportunity to with no remorse or regret. Imagine being told you have 10 mins to make a decision. Easy choice… Right? Watch this movie.

 

SN: I really don’t like movies like movies like this but it was very informative.

You are such a slut! I don't respect you!

Ladies I learned yesterday that respect is earned, and in our case in order for us to get respect we must wear more clothes, because fewer clothes indicate a lack of respect for one’s self. So put on as many garments as you can because you will get more respect that way.

 

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I am being completely sarcastic in this post. By no means do I feel that a woman deserves less respect from anyone because of the clothes she chooses to wear. Those are teachings that have been feed to us forEVER that basically teach us to place women in categories and treat them according to the materials they posses, or the job they have, or WHAT THEY CHOOSE TO WEAR instead of uplifting all women, making them all feel loved, and beautiful and unique. It teaches hate. It teaches a new form of segregation.

Oh but here’s the kicker! You actually shouldn’t expect much respect when you wear less clothing. You are dead wrong if you do. Under no circumstance should you expect to be respected if you wear revealing clothes. This is BS and we need to stop teaching these practices without actually saying “Don’t respect a woman who wears less clothing.” When you tell a woman that if she doesn’t  dress like a slut then she would be respected by a man, that’s basically telling men not to respect a woman that dress like  sluts. How about you take the time to see if she is a slut. It’s not like you’re in rush anyhow, what do you have to do? Live? That’s about it. Once you inquire about her actual occupation, how about you ask her for her name, then what are her dreams, what is she doing to make those dreams come true. Less clothes shouldn’t mean automatic disrespect.

A Few Things I Read on Bing News Today

Apple sues Samsung and HTC instead of Google because it's easier to sue the company actually making a profit from their original creation. Apparently Google makes their revenue from advertising. #AWESOME

Mississippi is the fattest state and Colorado is the thinest. Because I live in Fl of course I had to look and see our ranking....... #32

Jennifer Aniston got proposed to again... Oh and she cried..................

There have been approximately 81 Notable Deaths this year thus far

I read a little bit of "Midday Glance" on Oil Companies. However until gas prices are the price they were when I got my first car back in 2002 (yes) I really don't care.

That's about it. My country disappoints me so I really don't care too much about the fluff they post for "everyone" to see. To me America is no different than a "hot headed" adolescent who does not think before they act. America has big bombs, the youth have big guns. Blah and sad at the same time. I don't have answers or solutions though so I'm just as lost as the country I live in.

Lemon Pie

I wrote this blog to talk about how much I love Krystal's Lemon Pie. I remember the first time I had one. I was originally purchasing the Lemon Pies from Church's Chicken. Those were my pride and joy. Then I filled out a job application at the local Krystal in the Paxon area of town. I think I was studying the menu and noticed the item was for sale. I went into the freezer and got one for my lunch break. Look... I need for you all to understand the different feelings and emotions that were swirling around in my mouth. Fighting with teeth and saliva, it seemed too good to be true, so I took another bite.... OMG!!! I was still a virgin at the time, so biting into that pie felt like the best "rub out" job I had ever had, and it only seemed to be getting better with each bite. I believe somewhere there was a small tear that formed in the corner of my eyes. A tear of satisfaction and delight. I believed from that day forward the stars were aligned perfectly for me and The Lemon Pie. I became addicted. I had to have a Lemon Pie morning, noon and night. I became obsessed. I would get mad at customers for coming in and ordering MY DAMN LEMON PIE. The disrespect. Could they not see the undying love that pie and I shared. Even if it seemed as if I was getting the better end of the deal, the pie completed me. That became my one true reason for living, and there was no customer that would stand in the way of my happiness. I had to make my move quick for I didn't want people to get wind of the pie and I's affair. So one day I asked my manager for a raise. I was going to take my extra money and purchase the pies by the cases. I saw it as an opportunity for us to be together. I had the money and the pies... Well the pies had the sweets. They knew how to fulfill me better than any Caramel Sundae from McDonalds, or Chocolate Chip Cookies from BK or even a hot Apple Pie from Popeye's. Those had been my previous lovers. No... This pie was something special. Needless to say however my manager never gave me a raise and after months and months of watching MY LEMON PIE walk off with various customers... I quit. I couldn't bear to watch my love throw themselves on the first person with a dollar. It made me reevaluate our love and our friendship as a whole. I said some pretty hateful things the last time I saw the pie. But I guess the pie had the final last laugh. That pie caused my stomach to double in size over the course of 7 months. So not a good look for a 10th grader at that time. I was reunited with Lemon Pie today, and boy did it still have that effect on me. I'm no longer a virgin now, and I have condoms... Let's see where tonight will lead us........

Scattered Thoughts 1

Being misunderstood is my curse. A curse that I have lived with for many years. People tend to paint me in the wrong light, so the finished product is just a completely wrong interpretation of me. It angers me, but I can't argue down everyone who does not understand me to try and make them see. So I let it be. I would much rather be true and kind to those who know me than to strong arm my identity for the average peeps. It's not in my DNA. So each day as the time tics away I stay humble and I numb myself to those with loose lips. Those who speak quick without valid evidence, but try to heckle my existence. As if they have the key to what a real human should be. All I know how to do is be me, so why not accept me for me. But to me it's clear that there is fear in what you don't know. There is fear due to the things I don't show. I fear that you will never know. What the true intentions be when it comes down to the flow.

Am I Strong Enough?

I have finally reached my next crossroad. It's been a long journey down that lonely highway. Down this road I saw gas stations pumping hope, and emotional clothing store with the perfect emotion for your size. Various restaurants of temptation serving up full coarse of lustful pleasure at your request. I saw churches of greed, courtrooms of swag, hospitals filled with the back stabbers, banks filled with responsibility and museums filled with my past. Filled with past crossroads that I traveled through. Some I had been forced to visit several times because I never went down the right road, but when I did finally walk that journey, I learned a lesson. I learned values, and responsibilities that would assure I would make it down my next road unscathed. There may be some possible heartache but it's nothing that a human was created not to over come. But I'm now at the crossroad we all may bear at some point in our life. Some sooner than others. I don't want to make the wrong decision. What if the wrong road is a dead end road. Will I be strong enough to walk back through those obstacles?