'It suffices to say that among all the old and long since fleshless heads my eye caught sight of two new ones hoisted high on poles--the heads of the Prince and of Braquemart. From the iron pike-heads with their curving hooks they looked down upon the glow of the fires which were flaking away to ash. The young Prince's hair had turned white, yet I found in his features greater nobility and the lofty, sublime beauty to which only sorrow gives birth.
At the sight I felt tears start to my eyes, but they were such tears as fill us with wonderful exultation together with their sorrow. On this pale mask from which the scalped flesh hung in ribbons and which looked on the fires from the elevation of the torturer's pike there played the shadow of a smile intensely sweet and joyful, and I knew that on this day the weaknesses had fallen from this noble man with each step of his martyrdom, like the rags of a king disguised in beggar's weeds. Then a shudder ran through my inmost heart, for I realized that he had been worthy of his forefathers, the tamers of monsters; he had slain the dragon fear in his own heart in his own breast. That I was certain of something which I had often doubted--there were still noble beings amongst us in whose hearts lived unshakeable knowledge of a lofty ordered life. And since a high example leads us in its train, I took an oath before this head that from that day forth I would rather fall with the free man than go in triumph among the slaves.'
Ernst Jünger, On the Marble Cliffs (1939)
04 December 2013
03 December 2013
|Oops, these aren't yoga pants--my bad|
On less svelte ladies they can similarly look attractive, but don't be deceived, as these garments have the ability to function as sausage casing for a fat arse just waiting for a chance to bust out all over the place. So beware.
But on fat girls yoga pants are patently unacceptable. There is no excuse. Ever.
This past weekend I spotted just such a specimen. I was sitting at an outdoor cafe, like a lizard in the sun, feeling good after a workout. A girlfriend soon joined me. Her blonde hair shone bright in the Southern California sun.
Not long after she sat down I spied over her right shoulder a fat girl settling down at a table with two of her friends, only one of whom was close to being fuckable .The fat warpig wore yoga pants, sunglasses, and lycra top.
They ordered. When the sandwich was placed in front of her the All-American fattie suddenly looked very serious, inspecting the food with a turned-up-nose finickiness as if she were about to start picking diamonds out of a pile of dogshit. And then she ate.
These sights disgust me, and they happen almost every day. Why I continue to subject myself to them, I don't know.
02 December 2013
01 December 2013
27 November 2013
26 November 2013
It happened earlier tonight with a young hottie, who, despite her bitching, didn't mind giving it up to me. Huge load. Some of the ladies complain that I'm too detached. It's something I've heard before. What does it mean? Apparently, it means I'm cold, un-emotional, and somewhere else even when we're together. And, that I'm always thinking. WTF?! I'm still not certain if and how I would even fix this feature of my character if I wanted to.
25 November 2013
23 November 2013
22 November 2013
Now, I don't turn down my long nose at political killings. I've no problem with them. I think more should take place under the proper circumstances. Violence, after all, works.
When I was growing up my parents had some good friends--old preppy Nantucket types--for whom the "JFK assassination" was the watershed moment in their lives. It was as if their existence began with that event. Its legacy for them was like the bottom of a swamp stirred by memories, constantly muddied with sentiment, self-righteous indignation, and revenge.
My mother--an über-WASP from an old colonial masonic settler family--absolutely loathed the Kennedys and all they supposedly stood for. And so did her family. Vehemently so. I still recall them denouncing the American circus in ferocious terms.
I agreed with them then, and still do today.
21 November 2013
20 November 2013
|"Get the **** out of my way!!!"|