Being a civil libertarian and a champion of the individual’s rights, I generally let all my un-blog readers’ comments go up without editing them out, even though the comments are only a hair’s width more intelligent than the postings I see at the conspiracy website prisonplanet.com, which seems to require the phrase, “I’d like to kill all those Zionist Nazi bastards!” to be included in every posting.
Just the other day there was an article there about how Christian missionaries in Haiti were stopped trying to take Haitian children across the border and the Haitian authorities are seeking charges of kidnapping against them. Glancing down at the comments section, sure enough—an article about Christian pedophiles—has comments like, “Well at least they’re not as bad as the Zionist Jews!”
I’ve received a few spam comments at Enlightening Nonsense and a few from blogs that obviously have a computer program that lets them know if anyone writes certain keywords so that they can “ping” them and ask to cross-link in the hope of increasing traffic to their site. I’ve accepted a few of those, finding it amusing that, for example, a golf site would ask me to cross-link because I used a phrase to describe my ass as looking “as if someone had given me an ass-kicking while wearing a pair of spiked golf shoes.” [http://rebelyogi.com/not-brad-pitt.html] Some I’ve rejected.
And then there was some comments from “Chad,” an early stalker of mine, which were just so vile and stupid that I not only blocked them but I had to jump in a cesspool just to feel clean after reading them. [See “Mein Kampf” [http://rebelyogi.com/mein-kampf-2.html]
So the other day was the first time I blocked a comment from a reader who is neither unknown nor a complete moron like Chad. It was posted to my piece “The Anal Sex Debate” [http://rebelyogi.com/the-anal-sex-debate.html]. They posted a link to a webpage that contained funny, dirty cartoons.
I went to the site and, personally, I liked it. But as much trash and filth as you may perceive me to utter, it is all nonsense designed to entertain, to shock you out of your stupor, to reclaim ALL of the words and thoughts and feelings and emotions that the yoga posers have told us are not “spiritual” and therefore off-limits, and because it is fun for me. But I don’t particularly care nor intend for this un-blog to become a place where a group of derelicts gather to share their latest deviancies and foul-mouthed antics.
And sometimes I even find it sad when people think that they have to talk like sewer rats in order to “keep up” with me, especially when that is not their authenticity. For those of you who have taken a class with me or heard me speak in person, I rarely curse and have only used the phrase, “As dry as a nun’s vagina” when I was speaking at the 10 million person Gathering of Pedophile Clergy at the Vatican and even then it was only based from my personal experience of sleeping with nuns and not used frivolously.
I want to emphasize that the poster was not “bad” for posting the link and that I actually liked what I saw on the site; I think I laughed out loud three times and blew two loads, the second of which cost me $300 to get my keyboard cleaned.
But as much as I like to support free expression, this is not a democracy—this is an anarchical dictatorship, which means that I make the rules and I break them, too. This is in contrast to the United States of America, which is a dictatorship, disguised as a Democracy, supposed to be a Republic.
Oh no, looks like that line will get me on the terrorist watch list! I wouldn’t mind if it were the old days, when that would translate into full body cavity searches at the airports, which has resulted in my laughing out loud three times and blowing two loads, the second of which has caused the zipper on my carry-on to always stick.
But in today’s day and age, it means accumulating disease-causing radiation in my body as I am forced to stand in a full-body scanner which will produce completely naked pictures of my body and result in my being forced to drop my pants as, what always happens, they mistake my 14” cock for a shotgun and then having all the workers print out a copy of my naked scan and ask me to sign it, thinking with a schlong that big that I must be some famous porn star.
http://www.prisonplanet.com/exposed-naked-body-scanner-images-of-film-star-printed-circulated.html