Wanna play the telemarketer game?

My buddy RT over at Untwisted Vortex posted a joke a bit ago about how a man dealt with a telemarketer that called his home.  In his post RT supplied the link to their site: identafone.  I went to their site and they had a link to a very cool game that can be used to deal with those annoying telemarketing calls you get at supper or during sex (please tell me you do NOT stop to answer the phone).  So check it and play: The telemarketer game.

Sexy Sunday!

I was out and about on the net this evening and came across a site that had pictures of different sex positions.  In this weeks edition of Sexy Sunday I give to you a picture that I think is very sexy.  Though this position seems like it could be kind of hard for the woman on top I think that it is just what the doctor ordered.  here is another great Sexy Sunday picture for you to think about it.  If you try this or if you have already tried this please by all means leave me a comment and tell me what you think.

shrub should read his parties history

Shrub has said that those that do support the military operations in Iraq support the terrorist. Look at the way Cindy Sheehan has been treated.  I think that he should take a class about what people in the past history of his very own party have said about this trashing of Americans who dare not agree with the bastard.

Here is a piece that gives proof that President Bush needs to research his party better:

John Bricker, governor of Ohio and vice presidential running mate of Thomas Dewey in 1944, at the Republican Convention, protesting FDR’s use of the phrase, “Win the War,” as a campaign slogan, June 24, 1944:

I resent any leader taking unto himself the motto, “Win the War.” That became the slogan of every American on December 7, 1941. The President of the United States is Commander in Chief of the armed forces, but he is not the Commander in Chief of the people. Like every governor of a state, he is the steward of the people–never their master.

Source: NYT, 6-25-44.

From the words of President Lincoln

The congress must control and stop this blank check.  I know that some will not agree with me on this issue.  Before I go any further in this subject let me be very clear on something.  I completely and with out question support the very brave men and woman of the United States Military.  These men and woman place their lives on the line for the work of this nation, it’s security, and its allies.  They are the best there is, the best there was, and the best there will ever be.  I wish to make that clear before I get any emails on how I do not support our troops.  That would be a down right lie as I do support them.  But I do believe that we should have never went into Iraq, that we should have stayed on the war path to hunt down Bin Laden and all his people and then kill them, and that we must stand up to this disgrace of a President and force him to get our troops out of Iraq and back to what is important.

Bush thinks that he can operate this nation in the manner that he chooses. He operates on, in my opinion, a belief that he can operate the military as he sees fit also.  President Lincoln once addressed the issue of the President war making power. it is as follows:

Lincoln: On the President’s War-Making Powers (posted 10-11-02)

In 1845 President Polk dispatched a small army under Zachary Taylor to cross into territory claimed by Mexico south of the Nueces River. Subsequently, in March 1846 he ordered Taylor to move further south to the Rio Grande, to a position opposite a Mexican military post located at Metamoras. Polk later told Congress that he wanted to repel “any invasion of the Texas territory which might be attempted by the Mexican forces.”

In 1848 Abraham Lincoln, then a Whig member of the House of Representatives, condemned Polk’s action. Challenged by his former law partner William Herndon to defend his dissent, Lincoln explained his reasoning in a famous letter quoted by Sen. Robert Byrd during the debate over the Iraq resolution:

Let me first state what I understand to be your position. It is that if it shall become necessary to repel invasion, the President may, without violation of the Constitution, cross the line and invade the territory of another country, and that whether such necessity exists in any given case the President is the sole judge. …
Allow the President to invade a neighboring nation whenever he shall deem it necessary to repel an invasion, and you allow him to do so whenever he may choose to say he deems it necessary for such a purpose, and you allow him to make war at his pleasure.

The provision of the Constitution giving the war-making power to Congress was dictated, as I understand it, by the following reasons: Kings had always been involving and impoverishing their people in wars, pre- tending generally, if not always, that the good of the people was the object. This our convention understood to be the most oppressive of all kingly oppressions, and they resolved to so frame the Constitution that no one man should hold the power of bringing oppression upon us. But your view destroys the whole matter, and places our President where kings have always stood.

Source: Lincoln to Herndon, February 15, 1848, Roy Basler, ed., The Collected Works of Abraham Lincoln (1953), p. 451.

Cheney did not want to go into Iraq..

Keeping on this path I have come to the point that Dick Cheney is the biggest flip=flopper in DC..coming up almost to tiw his disgrace of a boss shrub.  Here is proof:

Why Dick Cheney Opposed Going to Bagdad in 1991 at the Time of the Gulf War (posted 10-16-02)

Dick Cheney in April 1991, then Defense Secretary, as quoted in the Slate on October 16, 2002:

If you’re going to go in and try to topple Saddam Hussein,you have to go to Baghdad. Once you’ve got Baghdad, it’s not clear what you do with it. It’s not clear what kind of government you would put in place of the one that’s currently there now. Is it going to be a Shia regime, a Sunni regime or a Kurdish regime? Or one that tilts toward the Baathists, or one that tilts toward the Islamic fundamentalists? How much credibility is that government going to have if it’s set up by the United States military when it’s there? How long does the United States military have to stay to protect the people that sign on for that government, and what happens to it once we leave?

Information courtesy of: History News Network.

W should have listened to his father…

In light of the Democrat party leadership going back on their word to the American people I sought after some worth while content on this issue.  Worth while content that would help better explain some of the things I am thinking right now.  Now mind you I do not need them to explain my thoughts per se but I felt that they would add to and help expand te base of my thoughts.

Below is an something that shrub should have have read before starting this illegal military in Iraq.  It was said by none other then his own father, President George H.W. Bush:

From George H.W. Bush and Brent Scowcroft, A World Transformed (1998), pp. 489-90:

Trying to eliminate Saddam, extending the ground war into an occupation of Iraq, would have violated our guideline about not changing objectives in midstream, engaging in “mission creep,” and would have incurred incalculable human and political costs. Apprehending him was probably impossible. We had been unable to find Noriega in Panama, which we knew intimately. We would have been forced to occupy Baghdad and, in effect, rule Iraq. The coalition would instantly have collapsed, the Arabs deserting it in anger and other allies pulling out as well. Under those circumstances, there was no viable “exit strategy” we could see, violating another of our principles. Furthermore, we had been self-consciously trying to set a pattern for handling aggression in the post-Cold War world. Going in and occupying Iraq, thus unilaterally exceeding the United Nations’ mandate, would have destroyed the precedent of international response to aggression that we hoped to establish. Had we gone the invasion route, the United States could conceivably still be an occupying power in a bitterly hostile land. It would have been a dramatically different–and perhaps barren–outcome.We discussed at length the idea of forcing Saddam personally to accept the terms of Iraqi defeat at Safwan just north of the Kuwait-Iraq border–and thus the responsibility and political consequences for the humiliation of such a devastating defeat. In the end, we asked ourselves what we would do if he refused. We concluded that we would be left with two options: continue the conflict until he backed down, or retreat from our demands. The latter would have sent a disastrous signal. The former would have split our Arab colleagues from the coalition and, de facto, forced us to change our objectives.

Information courtesy of: History News Network.

The Storm

I am taking a vacation from my off line job for a few days and was thinking of what I could  post.  This is a story that I wrote a long time ago and posted to a amateur adult story site.  The site that posted it to helps you edit it to make it flow better and all that shit.  Hope that you enjoy it.

The Storm

She felt the storm flow through her body, energizing her with its power.. She had always been like this, restless, feeling the blood rushing madly through her veins. Many a time, she had wished for someone to share it with her.

He had finally found her. She stood in the clearing by the power station past Nichols Hall, the warm rain pelting down on her face. He could feel the tension in her too. She practically radiated it. She stood there, eyes closed feeling everything.. the storm outside, the storm within. It set her nerves on edge.

He went to her, and placed his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t move a muscle. It was as if she did not recognize his presence. Slowly, he slid his hands down her arms, moving to her waist and pulling her to his body. She trembled slightly, her hands curling into fists in an attempt to subdue the turmoil within her. Still her eyes remained closed.

He could feel the electricity in the air. It made him a little crazy too. He bent down to her ear. Very deliberately, he blew softly into it. She gave a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press herself into his body. He took her weight easily as he ran one hand through her wet hair.

Her hands clutched at his back, as her lips claimed his. This was no warm, loving kiss. Her tongue thrust into his mouth, boldly demanding a response. He gave it. His hand molded her body against his as he let loose all the wildness he restrained with everyone but her.

Lightning flashed above them lighting up the clearing for a split second. She jerked against him, hands clenching behind his back. Then suddenly she shoved him away and ran. He stood frozen in shock and then he was after her.

They ran deeper into the woods. The rain was coming down so hard that he could barely make her out in front of him. She was running so fast that he was scared that she would slip on the muddy ground and slide down one of the steep inclines. Amazingly she stayed on her feet, still racing with the wind. Her exultant laughter floated back on the wind to him..

Suddenly she slid to a stop, doubling over to catch her breath, laughing breathlessly still. He pulled her upright and propped her against a tree. Her clothes were soaked, her hair plastered against her brow but she was more alive now than he had ever seen her. Her eyes were aglow as she threw back her head, stretched her arms out and yelled. He was entranced. Who was this wild creature?

Her eyes came back to his face. He saw the power in her eyes, and suddenly he had the wild notion that the storm’s energy was in her, being channeled somehow through her to the outside. Her gaze intensified. Her lips parted, her tongue slipped out to slide delicately over her lower lip.

“Do you want me?” Her voice was lower and huskier than normal. “How could I not..” he answered, his eyes drinking in the sight of her moving slowly against the tree. She held out a hand to him. “Then make love to me…”

He pushed her down onto the wet grass. She let her body fall with his, melt into the ground. Then swiftly, she twisted out from under his body, threw a leg over him and propped herself over him, her face alight with triumph. She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head, holding them down to the ground. Slowly, she stretched out over him, her breasts poised over him, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet fabric.

“Jesus.. Woman..” “You like?” she purred. “Like? Here’s how much I like..” He threw her off, pinned her down easily, shifting to let her feel his obvious arousal against her thigh. “Tell me. How much do you want me to make love to you?” She groaned in response, thrusting up her hips against him. He laughed softly then bent down to suck her earlobe into his mouth. She tried to squirm away from him.

“Do you want to feel my tongue against your clitoris? Do you want to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?” came a low, deliciously husky voice in her ear. “Yes!” she gasped, as the vibration of his voice sent tiny muscle spasms running down her side. A wet tongue slid around the shell of her ear. She shrieked. Dammit, he knew perfectly well that her right ear was one of her most sensitive spots! Then the lightning flashed again and she was arching against him, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power.

“Please, I need you now..”, she groaned. He cocked his head in mock surprise. “Now where’s that woman who spends our nights endlessly teasing me? Can’t you stand it when the shoe’s on the other foot?” He bent down swiftly to sweep his tongue over the sensitive side of her neck. She groaned as her body continued to move restlessly under him. “Too bad.”, he continued silkily. “I’m going to take my time and I’m going to see you go crazy with pleasure.”

Swiftly he came to his feet and reached down to pull her up. Backing away slightly, his intense eyes holding her own, he began to strip.Her heart leapt into her throat and stayed there as he finally stood therein front of her. A wave of faintness swept over her as her eyes traveled over his body. Proud, naked, beautiful. Framed by the storm. Her fantasy come to life.

Sobered a little by the depth of her emotions, she lifted her hands to her buttons and began to shed her clothes, unconsciously using the grace inherent in her. Soon she too was bare, her skin prickling in the wind that rustled the leaves around them. He made the first step, backing her into a tree.

The feel of his firm body pressed against hers, the hardness of his penis trapped against the soft flesh of her tummy, this was becoming more like a dream by the minute. The knot of tension within her tightened as her breathing shallowed. He bent his head ever so slowly to nuzzle at her neck. A wet tongue stroked up to her ear and then down again, tantalizing every single nerve ending on the way. Her nails dug into his forearms as muscles in her buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness.

Thunder crashed above them and a fresh fall of rain made its way through the leaf cover onto them. The heat of his body burned through the chill as his hands moved over her body, touching, stroking, spreading the water over her breasts. Suddenly, she came to life again, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his head down for an intense, satisfying kiss. One bare leg lifted and hooked over his hip as she pulled him into her body.

He could feel the heat of her groin pressing against his hip, more than just tempting him to plunge into its warm depths. But he was enjoying himself way too much to end it so soon. Instead, he slipped one hand down her side, followed the smooth curve of her bottom and stroked along her raised thigh. He broke away from their kiss, looking deep into her stormy eyes as his hand slipped between their bodies and into the heat and wetness waiting for him.

She gave a sharp gasp, pressing back against the tree as his cool fingers parted her outer lips and drove into her. He could fell her inner muscles contracting around his fingers and he crooked them forwards and found her G-spot. Slowly he started to stroke the sensitive tissue , softly at first and then with more pressure.

She buried her face in his neck, stifling her moans into his shoulder. Her nails dug into his upper arms as she held on for dear life. Carefully, he added his thumb to the concerto, finding her throbbing clitoris and started on the exact same rhythm he was using inside her.

“No! Stop! Please.. I can’t stand it.” She shot away from him and grabbed his hand to still it. A second later he was pinning her to the tree, immobilizing her with his own body. “Relax. Don’t fight it.”, he murmured into her ear, as he started up again. “Oh God… please.. no… I can’t..” He sped up the tempo. Harsh cries started to escape her, her body tensing up against him. She had never felt such violent pleasure in her life. She needed to scream, to tear into him, anything to keep her from going insane..

“OH GOD! GOD!” He managed to keep her upright as her legs gave way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of his fingers intense all the while. His own body was on fire, as he watched the ecstasy in her eyes,felt her muscles start to contract involuntarily.. Her scream came with the thunder, and then again and again as her orgasms tore into her with a force she had never imagined.

He held her then, feeling the aftershocks run through her exhausted body long after she came. His own body was throbbing unmercifully after watching her explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into her with all the power he had. He forced the image from his mind. She was too worn out to continue..

Her hand wrapped around his shaft. He gasped at the contact. She leant over him, her eyes dark with a dangerous sexuality. The storm was still going strong. Maybe they WERE connected somehow..

She caught his wrists and dragged them over his head, holding them to the ground. Slowly, she stretched over him, her breasts poised temptingly over him. A very familiar smile spread over her lips.

“Now where was I..”