A day At The Range

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With the Superbowl (sorry about that Patriots, didn’t mean to rub it in) and all today, the wife and I figured it would be a quiet day at the range. Well, it wasn’t as quiet as I expected, but we didn’t have to wait more than a couple of minutes before we got a lane.

We had packed the Smith & Wesson model 66-1 .357 Magnum, the wife’s Bersa Thunder 9mm, and my new toy (yeah, I know they’re firearms and I’m not supposed to call them toys), a Ruger LC9.

We started off with the S&W, shooting a box of .38 Sp. just to warm up before going bang with .357s. I’m amazed at how easy that gun is to shoot. Hardly any recoil worth mentioning, no doubt due to the gun’s considerable heft and the new Hogue rubber grips I had installed to replace the original wooden stocks that look good, but make the grip very thick and a bit hard to handle. Both wifey and I did well, placing our shots in the general vicinity of where we aimed. We also ran into Frank Pinto, a retired cop and shooting instructor we had taken some lessons from, and he offered us a clip of +P .38s to try out, and they went “BOOM” almost louder than the .357s with little felt recoil. No doubt too expensive to shoot for target practice.

Next we pulled out the Bersa Thunder 9mm. Wifey loves this gun, but her “groupings”,  if I can even call them that, were a bit all over the place. I shot fairly well with it for the first time ever, and even managed to get some decent groupings (for my skill level) at 15′, semi-rapid fire.

The Ruger LC9

The Ruger LC9

Last, and least, was the Ruger LC9 (Light Compact 9mm), which I had only put about 50 rounds through on Tuesday when I got it. It’s “only” a 9mm (try taking a hit from it and see how “only” it feels), but is very snappy due to it’s light weight (about 17 ounces). It’s also double-action only, with a fairly heavy trigger pull, so both wifey and I were all over the place, lucky to even hit the paper. At the end of 150 rounds my hits very getting closer to where I aimed, though. I guess it’s one of those things you just have to get used to through practice in order to gain proficiency. Right now I gotta say I don’t care for the gun at all. It’s sleek and cool and excellent for concealed carry and all that, but right now there’s no love. I’ll just have to give it some more time, since wifey has put her foot down and no trade-ins or new guns until my birthday. Damn woman.

Did I offer my condolences to the Patriots? I think I did. Whatever.

Been Bullshitted One Time Too Many?

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How nice it would be to have a website where you could report businesses, both brick-and-mortar and online, who cheat, bullshit and give you the runaround. Sort of like Angie’s List, but not quite.

I’m talking about a “review” site dedicated to exposing the douchebags, assholes, and fuctards who are your best friend until you give them your money, and then suddenly become MIA or habla no inglés; rude, condescending motherfuckers, diddly-shit retard bungholes who will cheat, lie, say and do anything to separate you from your hard earned cash and provide nothing of value in return.

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Temporary logo for what may very well be The Next Internet Big Thing (TNIBT). If you make the logo, they will come. This is ancient Internet wisdom from the early days of Al Gore. Hands off, though! All rights reserved, copyright OccupyBullshit.com 2012 etc. Consider yourself warned. Mooooo!

A site that would give you the opportunity to rate such lowlifes with a system of 1 to 5 turds (not stars!) and describe in detail (no censorship) how you where fucked over. Wouldn’t it be nice to have such a place? Because we know all to well that the world is full of people/businesses like that, and with the emergence of the Internet, any cocksucker anywhere in the world is free to scam you at will.

Enter my latest brainchild: Occupy Bullshit. It’s only a thought in my head right now, but I have secured a number of domains for the purpose and plan on have something up and running soon. Because cocksuckers, motherfuckers, dickheads, douchebags, assholes, fucktards and cheating pieces of shit shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it.

Stay tuned for more to come soon!

Video Of The Day

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Homer’s got a gun!

Picture Of The Day

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One picture says more than a thousand words.

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An Introduction To Spanking

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This article was aggregated from, and first appeared on (if they didn’t aggregate it from somewhere else, in which case I merely re-aggregated it), AskMen.com.

I’m re-publishing it here because not only do I find the topic fascinating (and titillating), but also important. All men should spank their wives/girlfriends on a regular basis. Why? Well, we don’t need no fucking reason, but since you ask, it’s fun, and as women they need the direction. You know, it’s what’s best for them. Because we love them…

OGNDY does not vouch for any advice in the article. Try the techniques described at your own peril.

An Introduction To Spanking

Virtually every man on Earth has had the desire to spank his woman. Whether it’s a kinky fetish or simply a spice you want to add to the dish that is your sex life, spanking definitely has its perks.

Today’s tip will help men everywhere learn how, when and at what tempo they should be spanking their women.

Before You Rev Up Your Hand

In a perfect world, if you wanted to spank your woman, you would just do so and care nothing for the consequences, because, in a perfect world, there would be none. Unfortunately, that’s not how it works in the real world.

Before you begin spanking her, you have to first find out if she would actually enjoy the feeling of an open hand coming into slightly harsh contact with her buttocks. If she has ever displayed a liking for dominant sex or enjoys running her nails down your back, then spanking her is surely a go.

If you have absolutely no clue what she wants in bed, then you have to talk to her about it. I know, I know, that sounds incredibly “exciting,” but believe me, if you take a moment to ask her if she’s ever fantasized about being dominated, her answers may surprise you.

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What To Spank With

While you have the option of spanking a butt with a paddle, a whip, or an abundance of other props, I strongly recommend that you start off with your hand. Besides the hand is best as it allows you to get the full feel of the ass-spanking connection.

Onto The Spanking

Now before you start warming up your hand in preparation, remember that there are correct and incorrect ways to spank woman. You can’t just start smacking away at her ass like a maniac.

No, you need to learn the appropriate way to spank her. That way, it will be enjoyable for her and you will get a thrill out of her reaction. Of course, you have the option of spanking your woman before, during or after sex. But to start, you should spank her exclusively (that means only spanking, not spanking only her).

Now, it’s time to bend her over your knee.

How To Spank Her

Don’t wind up like a maniac just yet; there is an actual etiquette to spanking women:

Warm up
Obviously, I don’t mean that you should jog around the block; rather, rub your hands together to ensure that they’re warm when they connect with her skin.

Choose the hand
Although right-handed people tend to use their right hands, you can opt to use whichever hand you’re more comfortable with — or even both, just not at the same time.

One cheek at a time
Just to reiterate; never smack both cheeks at the same time; not only will you not be able to do your spanking adequately, you may end up hurting her, in a bad way.

Position yourself
Place yourself in a position where you’re able to maneuver freely and accurately. The last thing you want to do is smack her on her back or thigh.

Keep your hand tight
By keeping your hand solid and slightly cupping your hand, you ensure a nice sound, a slight sting and a whole lot of pleasure.

Smack it up
Remember that you’re aiming for the meatiest part of her butt, which is the middle. After you actually slap her cheek, rub the area with your hand for a moment before you attempt to have another go at it.

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Let Your Hand Guide You

Here are some general guidelines you might want to follow amid your upcoming spankathon .

Make sure you have ample room
If you want to spank that bottom right, you need to ensure that you have enough room to raise your arm freely and spank it accordingly. Sit or stand in a position where your arm can swing freely. This leaves less room for unintended mis-smacks .

Keep the butt in plain view
Her butt should be bare and fully visible for the act. She can be in the doggy position (tight-butted) or lying down flat (loose butted) — so long as her butt is easily accessible to your hand. Even when she’s riding you, you can still spank her sufficiently.

Maintain control
Don’t ask things like “Did that hurt?” or “Can I do it harder?” What you should do is spank her and judge what to do by her reaction. If she screams out in agony or says anything remotely close to “are you trying to kill me?” you should refrain from spanking her any harder.

If she doesn’t yell out, or better yet if she moans with delight, then I strongly recommend that you spank her slightly harder and don’t forget that you shouldn’t spank her in quick procession. Take your time, this is an art, after all.

When All Is Said And Done

Of course, chances are that her butt will be red and sensitive when it’s all over, but keep in mind that there is pleasure in certain kinds of pain, and this is one of those pains where this applies.

Until next time, enjoy the sound of your hand connecting to her bottom.

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Intelligence Study Links Low I.Q. To Prejudice, Racism, Conservatism

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Are racists dumb? Do conservatives tend to be less intelligent than liberals? A provocative new study from Brock University in Ontario suggests the answer to both questions may be a qualified yes.

The study, published in Psychological Science, showed that people who score low on I.Q. tests in childhood are more likely to develop prejudiced beliefs and socially conservative politics in adulthood.

I.Q., or intelligence quotient, is a score determined by standardized tests, but whether the tests truly reveal intelligence remains a topic of hot debate among psychologists.

Dr. Gordon Hodson, a professor of psychology at the university and the study’s lead author, said the finding represented evidence of a vicious cycle: People of low intelligence gravitate toward socially conservative ideologies, which stress resistance to change and, in turn, prejudice, he told LiveScience.

Why might less intelligent people be drawn to conservative ideologies? Because such ideologies feature “structure and order” that make it easier to comprehend a complicated world, Dodson said. “Unfortunately, many of these features can also contribute to prejudice,” he added.

Dr. Brian Nosek, a University of Virginia psychologist, echoed those sentiments.

“Reality is complicated and messy,” he told The Huffington Post in an email. “Ideologies get rid of the messiness and impose a simpler solution. So, it may not be surprising that people with less cognitive capacity will be attracted to simplifying ideologies.”

But Nosek said less intelligent types might be attracted to liberal “simplifying ideologies” as well as conservative ones.

In any case, the study has taken the Internet by storm, with some outspoken liberals saying that it validates their suspicions about conservatives and conservatives arguing that the research has been misinterpreted.

I can’t remember from where I aggregated this article. Thanks anyway.

Former Negro Slave Tells Former Slavemaster To Go Fuck Himself

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FYI, this isn’t news; it happened 147 years ago, but it’s worth repeating.

The Civil War interfered with Colonel P.H. Anderson’s, of Big Spring Tennessee, ability to own slaves (since they were emancipated and all) and run his farm, so he wrote a letter to one of his former slaves, Jourdan Anderson, asking him to come back to work for him. While not saying so outright, from the sarcasm in Jourdan’s response, the ex-slave clearly is telling his former owner to go fuck himself, and remarkably eloquently to boot. This is what happens when we teach the niggers how to read and write.

Go Jourdan!

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Pictured slaves not Jourdan and his harem of jolly Aunt Jemima's from the happy pre-emacipation days down on the plantation. For illustration purposes only.

Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams’s Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve—and die, if it come to that—than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jourdon Anderson.

Shit Happens

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No really, it does. Here are some ladies talking openly about it.

Proof In Pudding

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The proof is in the pudding. NOT! The correct expression is “the proof of the pudding is in the eating”. “The proof is in the pudding” doesn’t even make sense, not in today’s enlightened world. The “pudding” has no inherent, truth-revealing qualities, any more than tea leaves or the viscera of a newly slaughtered goat have.

By eating the pudding, the qualities of the pudding are revealed to us. It’s science. Scientific method. Investigate, observe, experiment, conclude from evidence and facts.  Looking to pudding for proof is superstition. Christopher Hitchens would agree with me.

What The Fudge Is Wrong With Health Care In America?

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I’ll tell you what: corporate corruption. There are exactly four players in the game of health care fuckyouover. 1. Doctors/hospitals, i.e. the actual providers of the hands-on health care. 2. Pharmaceutical companies. The corporations that manufacture the medicine that’s supposed to cure you. 3. Insurance companies, the people who pay for most of your health care (if you’re lucky enough to have insurance in the first place). 4. You, the patient.

Here’s the deal, and what makes it so fucked up. Doctors and hospitals make money (profit) when you use their services. There is a financial incentive for them to treat you as much as possible, whether you need it or not. Pharmaceutical companies make money when doctors prescribe drugs to you. There is an unhealthy relationship between doctors and pharma, and a financial incentive for both to make you take as many drugs as possible at the highest possible price for the longest period possible. Insurance companies pay for doctors and drugs. They make money by collecting premiums. There is a financial incentive for insurance companies to hike up the premiums as much as possible and deny you coverage whenever they can get away with it. The patient ends up being fucked over six ways from Sunday.

I’ve been seeing a gastroenterologist, Dr  Jonathan T Simon with Gastroenterology Specialists PC, 22 Westfield Avenue in Ansonia, CT, for some stomach problems I’ve been having lately. The guy is a total douchebag who would rather do conveyor belt colonoscopies than actually listen to his patients and suggest reasonable treatments. He diagnosed me off the bat with irritable bowel syndrome and suggested I eat more fiber. When I asked him if there was a treatment, he rolled his eyes and proclaimed that there “is no silver bullet for IBS”, and that was it.

Of course we set up a follow-up appointment, and when I two months later showed no improvement from his non-treatment (go figure) he gave me a prescription for an antibiotic called Xifaxan (Rifaximin). He let me know that my insurance probably wouldn’t pay for it since it was a bit on the pricey side, and that was it. I could tell you more about Dr Simon, but for now, suffice to say that the guy is a total cocksucker and I would recommend him to my worst enemy.

At the pharmacy they let me know that my insurance actually covered the medication (!) and my co-pay was $40, which, when I tell you the retail price of Xifaxan, isn’t all that bad. Without insurance a ten-day supply of Xifaxan, sixty tablets total, would have cost me $795.99. No matter how you spin it, that’s a FUCKING INDECENT PRICE! I would expect medication in this price range to be made primarily of gold, diamonds and the hymens of newborn girls, and to cure AIDS, Alzheimer’s, cancer AND grow me a new and better penis.

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The proof is in the pudding. I have no idea who Dr Jeffrey Dreznick is. Most likely Johnny the cocksucker Simon's boss.

So I’m guessing you can tell that I’m pissed off at “the best healthcare system in the world”, as republicans refer to it. The free market fixes everything, except it doesn’t. If you’re happy with an industry flourishing off of people’s bad fortune, pain and misery; if you’re comfortable with the indecent inverse proportionality between executive bonus growth and the decline of your health; if you’re happy with a political system where the lobbyists write the laws and you are the least influential and important of the aforementioned four players in the health care game; if you are not offended by the hidden dictatorship of K-Street and the Koch brothers, by all means vote for the Republican candidate in November. Obama is a two-faced douche, but orders of magnitude better than anything the opposition can come up with.

A "wordle" showing how Congress is perceived. Still they get away with it. People must not care that much.