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The LGBT Community has become so diluted with cishets with a billion different micro identities that the initialism in now the entire alphabet over twice.

Which is annoying but I think what is possibly the worst and the most insidious part is gay men, lesbians have a mono~sexual privileged now or they’re close minded for only being attracted the same geneder

Bi people are constantly getting told that our indentity is trans-phobic , that we we are reinforcing the gender binary and if we don’t switch to pansexual or poylysexual or made up moagai word we are terrible we terrible and nb-phobic

Binary trans people are terrible demons who reinforce the gender binary and should choose to fully transition, hate themselves and their bodies .

They too nb-phobic just for existing with a binary .

Even more so than Cis people , apparently and if you finally believe all this mixed up society

Get this, today I learnt there are twenty one sexual orientation breeds living on this planet 🌏

Oh my goodness gracious how did all this happen to those poor souls, when as you know males only have two entrances for sexual gratification

Females have two the same😄

Tony the Professor 🤓 today could see I was so confused nothing was making any sense. Anyway he said he had expected to experiment with the new bi-21 just announced today. Sitting in the front row of the auditorium looking forward to escaping to hug a tree, he turned to me of course, being “ so what person”

I knew exactly what he was going to ask me to end the day on totally insane suggestion ( my *INTENSE* mouth would utter about sexual assault on my brain)

Well my experience with bodies was as Medical STUDENT 👩‍🎓attending autopsy.

The point here is when you lay them on the table with their inners hanging out the only difference been human males and female organs are different but what is the same with our guts is on the outside Race, Religion all have the same insides 😀🕺

Ok, now how about organisms or ejaculation , both male and female are able to do either, so whatever or where ever turns you on go for it – it’s legal if it’s consensual. Hang on for one second men achieve organism through prostrate simulation and women achieve organism through a gland inside the virginal front entrance. Secondary on both sex manual stimulation to the clitoris or the penis. Keeping in mind that the prostrate is situated up the anus is normal between consenting folk.

This is a simple mathematical calculator of the brain we were born with.

In my Practice about 98% of patience arrive with little or no knowledge about their bodies or how all of it works. Also wanting DNA tests to tell them what sexual orientation they are cause the read their bodies don’t work. Oh my have the made me very wealthy and Lawyers making money from broken lives

Couple of simple remedies for the day.

Maybe you are doing it with the wrong person 🧐


And finally you ask what do I believe in all these Man Made SEXUAL ORIENTATIONS AM I 😃

Cause all this fan dangle stuff never existed in the first place 💤

I am called a THIRD SEX – does not have sex at all 😀

Don’t worry

you’ll be okay

‘we gotta back ‘

That’s it folks for another one stop shop 💵💤

Rights of Children growing up 💥

Truth be told that is being Grown-up. To finally grow up is a Privilege not a right of life. So many children in the past died because of bacteria that killed them. Until you lived in those times be quiet. Man was blessed with brains to save ourselves 🤭
Even today the earth is telling us how sick the soil is shedding new viruses we never knew would kill our future Children. Scientists have worked to save the future of this earth we call home. Yet many believe MYTHS of vaccinating. You have 2 choices on earth die or live to the blessed path of Grown-up. Our future children deserve to be granted a full life 😢

Aphorism ~ Word of the day ~ Editor 😁


is a statement of truth or opinion expressed in a concise and witty manner .

♦ I read that 4,153,237 people got married last
year. Not to cause any trouble….but shouldn’t that be an even number?

♦ I find it ironic that the colours red, white and
blue stand for freedom, until they are flashing behind you.

♦ When wearing a bikini, women reveal 90% of their
body. Men are so polite they only look at the covered parts.

♦ Relationships are a lot like algebra. Have you
ever looked at your X and wondered Y?

♦ America is a country which produces citizens who
will cross the ocean to fight for democracy, but won’t cross the street to vote.

♦ You know that tingly little feeling you get when
you love someone? That’s common sense leaving your body

♦ My therapist says I have a preoccupation with
vengeance. We’ll see about that!

♦ I think my neighbour is stalking me as she’s been
Googling my name on her computer. I saw it through my telescope last night.

♦ Money talks … but all mine ever says is good-bye.

♦ You’re not fat, you’re just easier to see.

♦ If you think nobody cares whether you’re alive,
try missing a couple of payments.

♦ I always wondered what the job application is
like at Hooters. Do they just give you a bra and say, “Here, fill this out?”

♦ The location of your mailbox shows you how far
away from your house you can go in a robe, before you start looking like a mental patient.


don’t you feel better knowing what an aphorism is?


Only in Australia Pauline Hanson a supposed Politician did Vote this idot into Parliament. She used cook fish and chips in a shop. You don’t have any knowledge in Australia to build a Fence like Donald Trump here. She thinks ABORIGINAL folk were cannibals. That’s why we have illegal immigrants here, wouldn’t you come in a boat to meet Pauline 🤣😅😆😉😊😄🤗😁😂

The only different between Donald, he built a Fence to keep them out but the Government ( cheap skates)

Fish the immigrats out with fishing rods or push them under

Did you know that !

Donald Trump really is very kind 😂😁🤗😄😆😅

Enjoy 🤣😅


Hey – I didn’t make these up – just passing them on………..

1 The fattest knight at King Arthur’s round table was Sir Cumference. He acquired his size from too much pi.

2 I thought I saw an eye doctor on an Alaskan island, but it turned out to be an optical Aleutian.

3 She was only a whiskey maker, but he loved her still.

4 A rubber band pistol was confiscated from algebra class, because it was a weapon of math disruption.

5. No matter how much you push the envelope, it’ll still be stationery.

6. A dog gave birth to puppies near the road and was cited for littering.

7 A grenade thrown into a kitchen in France would result in Linoleum Blownapart.

8 Two silk worms had a race. They ended up in a tie.

9 A hole has been found in the nudist camp wall. The police are looking into it.

10 Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

11 Atheism is a non-prophet organization.

12 Two hats were hanging on a hat rack in the hallway. One hat said to the other. “You stay here; I’ll go on a head.”

13 I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger. Then it hit me.

14 A sign on the lawn at a drug rehab center said, “Keep off the Grass.”

15 The midget fortune-teller who escaped from prison was a small medium at large.

16 The soldier who survived mustard gas and pepper spray is now a seasoned veteran.

17 A backward poet writes inverse.

18 In a democracy it’s your vote that counts. In feudalism it’s your count that votes.

19 When cannibals ate a missionary, they got a taste of religion.

21 A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, “I’m sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger.”

22 Two fish swim into a concrete wall. One turns to the other and says, “Dam!”

23 Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.

24 Two hydrogen atoms meet. One says, “I’ve lost my electron.” The other says, “Are you sure?” The first replies, “Yes, I’m positive.”

25 Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root canal? His goal: transcend dental medication.

26 There was the person who sent ten puns to friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did. 😂🤣😃😄😅😆

“TALK BETTER!”  a poem  a.k.a.: “Talk Better; Act Better; Think Better!!!”  Saturday:  December 8, 2018

“TALK BETTER!” a poem a.k.a.: “Talk Better; Act Better; Think Better!!!” Saturday: December 8, 2018

You’re loved – and adored – and, maybe-of-course,
Respected!- IF! your-fine-sentiments-“line-up”-with-The-Source(?)(!)
Be it – God – or The Bible – or a stone – or – a tree!
As-long as your ideas are not TOO bizarre,
Or-leave-bad-taste – like-(a)-stale-cookie – in-a-jar!
As long as agreement-with-“MY(?)”-ideas is enough,
Like – 70-or-80 percent – of my stuff!
Then – I’m OK – and my judgment’s not “bad,”
As long as I make you happy – and toss out the sad,
And fake my own death! – AND – Make the right sound,
BUT – if-not -well-I-better-go-hide-under-a-rock,
And not come out, baby – without-“BETTER”-talk!!! 🙂 – Rub-a-rub-a-rub-a-dubba!

fin <3

“Diary of a Madman” beginnings, this is, as best I can recall, how the journal starts: Now this is a new beinging. Sweet as 😁😁😁😁

Congratulations my Dear Freind for surviving those dark times of terror. The strength you found in the depth of anguish😔 isolation were harrowing. A journey faced by many poor Broken Souls that are unable to survive the darkest only seen in the depths beyond grief never to be back. This story uniquely defies the odds with deep outstanding of self. So proud to be a part of this journey back to the living a joyest life with loved ones. On and upwards we run hand in hand to the highest Peace 🕊🕊

Thought for today 😜

Yesterday after shopping in our local supermarket, I was in the queue at the Check Out, and heard when the young cashier suggested to the much older lady that she should bring her own grocery bags, because plastic bags are not good for the environment.
The woman apologized to the young girl & then sighed, “We didn’t have this ‘green thing’ back in my earlier days.”
The young clerk responded, “That’s our problem today. You folk didn’t do enough to save our environment for future generations.”
The older lady said “AHH yes you’re right — our generation didn’t have the “green thing” in its day.” She sighed then continued:
Back then, we returned milk bottles, lemonade bottles & beer bottles to the shops. The shops then sent them back to the plant to be washed, sterilized & refilled, so those same bottles were used over & over, thus REALLY were recycled. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Grocery stores put our groceries into brown paper bags that we reused for numerous things. Most memorable was the use of brown paper bags as book covers for our school books. This was to ensure that public property (the books provided for our use by the school) were not defaced by our scribbling. Then we were able to personalize our books on their brown paper bag/covers. But, too bad we didn’t do the “green thing” back then.
I remember how we walked up stairs because we didn’t have an escalator in every store or office building; walked to the grocery store & didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go 200 yards (0.18 km).
. . . But she was right. We didn’t have the “green thing” in our day.
Back then we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy-gobbling machine burning up 220 volts. Wind & solar power really did dry our clothes back in our days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing. . . . But that young lady is right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back in our day.
Back then we had one radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And if anyone did own a TV, it had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the size of a football pitch. When cooking we blended & stirred by hand coz we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send by post, we used layers of old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap. Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn gasoline just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working, so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity., , , , But she’s right; we didn’t have the “green thing” back then.
We drank from a tap or fountain when we were thirsty instead of using a cup or a plastic bottle every time we had a drink of water. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, & we replaced the razor blade in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull. But we didn’t have the “green thing” back then. Back then, people took the bus & kids rode bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service in the family’s expensive car or van, which cost what a whole house did before the “green thing”.
Oh! and we had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 23,000 miles (ca. 37,015 km) out in space in order to find the nearest leisure park.
. . . . But it so sad this current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the “green thing” back then? . . . I think you should forward this on to another selfish old person who needs a lesson in conservation from some smart ass young person. . …
We don’t like being old in the first place, so it doesn’t take much to piss us off… Especially from a tattooed, multiple pierced smart ass who can’t make change without the cash register telling them how much. 🤔

How to make and spend $50?

Subject: How to make and spend $50?

The $50 Lesson

Recently, while I was working in the flower beds in the front yard, my neighbours stopped to chat as they returned home from walking their dog.

During our friendly conversation, I asked their 12 year old daughter what she wanted to be when she grows up. She said she wanted to be Prime Minister some day.

Both of her parents – Socialist Labor- were standing there, so I
Asked her, “If you were Prime Minister what would be the first thing you would do?”

She replied, “I’d give food and houses to all the homeless people.”

Her parents beamed with pride!

“Wow! What a worthy goal!” I said. “But you don’t have to wait until you’re Prime Minister to do that!” I told her.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

So I told her, “You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I’ll pay you $50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house.”

She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, “Why doesn’t the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?”

I said, “Welcome to the Liberal Party.”

Her parents aren’t speaking to me.!!!!

Editor : Thought of the Day


71 miles per day? 3 tons of faeces per day evaporate without even a whiff ? Fake News ?


Have you noticed their great shoes ? The media says they wear flip flops !

The Hondurans in the caravan, the 7,000 people walking north to America, where do they go to the bathroom?

And eat and sleep and store their clothes?

And how is it that after a week on the road they are clean and their hair and clothes are well kept?

How is any of this possible?

And why do these people, supposedly fleeing intolerable conditions in their homeland, carry little flags from their homeland and break into its national anthem when the TV cameras show up?

And speaking of which, for oppressed people, they all seem to be pretty well fed, well groomed and well dressed. Their hair is neat and newly cut, their clothes are clean and in good repair, and they are built like people who have had ample nutrition all their lives, being well developed and, many of them, overweight.

And none of them look dirty or unkempt, like they had been sleeping on the ground for the last week.

There’s just nothing in any of this that makes sense.

Supposedly, these several thousand people spontaneously decided to leave Honduras, walking north in a group, hoping to trek the length of gang-plagued Mexico and present themselves as refugees and prospective Democrats at the American border.

Which, again, makes no sense whatsoever.

And leaves a lot of big questions unanswered, and ignored by the press. Such as, who organized this? Who is paying for it? How have they covered 500 miles in a week?

Seriously. Any number of American “reporters” have walked beside a sympathetic walker and talked about how this particular woman and her children had trekked half a thousand miles over the last week or so.

That’s 71 miles a day.

The best soldiers through history have been able to march 25 miles a day.

How have 7,000 people been fed and watered? And how have they gone to the bathroom? If the average person across the world produces about a pound of solid waste a day, that means that these folks are somehow disposing of more than three tons of faeces each day.

That’s a heck of a lot of crap, even for a Central American roadway.

Provisioning such an army of people – the equivalent of 10 combat battalions in most of the world’s militaries – is a large task. Transporting and distributing the food and water necessary to keep those people moving is a massive chore which the press says nothing about.

The entire enterprise, as a spontaneous ad hoc event, is implausible.

As an orchestrated international attempt to influence an American election, it starts to make sense.

And ought to alarm us.

Unless it’s only Russians we don’t want screwing with our democracy.

Unfortunately, none of this has made the evening news. It’s almost as if the press, in whatever scheme is afoot, gladly accepts its role as propagandists to the American people.

Every story is sympathetic, as if an attempt to enlist viewers and readers in this caravan and the politics it symbolizes.

And so the story is not about an orchestrated attempt to manipulate electoral opinion and violate the borders and laws of the United States, it is about compassion and Trump and xenophobia and racism. It is the October surprise, it is the Blue Wave.

And it is all nonsense.

Because all of these people, if legitimate, have the ability to apply for American asylum in their own country – as do the residents of most nations of the world. We have consulates and embassies for a reason, and this is one of those reasons.

We also have laws and an oath of office for a reason.

Laws, so that “we the people” through our elected representatives clearly and systematically govern our society. Law is the means by which the people express and exercise their sovereignty. Disobedience to law is disobedience to the will of the people, it is the subverting of their sovereignty and franchise.

Breaking the law is denying you the vote. Your vote elects representatives – lets you pick the country’s direction – and the representatives write the law. If that law is ignored, your representation becomes meaningless.

You get screwed.

And the oath of office?

Members of Congress – even Democrats – swear an oath to “bear true faith and allegiance” to the Constitution, which establishes our system of laws and specifically charges the Congress with making the rules of naturalization and immigration.

Who comes across the border and under what conditions they can stay is a constitutional responsibility of the Congress. That is to be determined by a congressional vote, not by a Honduran mob.

Failure to insist on that – even for Democrats – is a violation of your congressman’s oath of office.

So there is not a Democrat or Republican response to this travelling army of invaders – there is only an American response.

And that is: Turn around and go home.

Because the law of the United States does not allow a mass entry like this. The law does not declare the borders open.

If Democrats and progressives don’t like that, they can try to change the law. If America’s progressives want open borders and believe all the world’s people have a right to live in the United States – as they say they do – then they should adjust immigration law accordingly.

But until then, if they are to keep their oaths of office, they must stand for the law and the border.

And they must tell their surrogates to turn around and go home.

This caravan does not shit. That’s what makes them so fast. Believe the caravan is legit and you have to believe Dr Ford was accosted by Kavanaugh.

So far, only one news organization, Fox has sent an investigative reporter to one of these countries. She made the uncomfortable observation that over 1000 backpacks were new and all the same.

Editor thought of the day😁

A GRAMMAR NAZI is for the most part someone older than you who says, “Look, sunshine, if you can’t be bothered paying attention to the small details in your sentences, why should anyone take seriously the issues you discuss in those same sentences?” After half a century of wrestling with the complexities of the English language, I fail to see how caring enough to want to get the grammar right can or should make someone an object of derision.

We lacked this nasty little term back in the day. Instead, we had teachers, lecturers, editors & sub-editors who were passionate about the language & tried to make sure we were too. None was scarier than the legendary H. G. Kippax AO, drama critic & Associate Editor of the SMH for many years.

H.G. was a grim, grey old man when I encountered him in 1973. He seemed at least 100, though Wikipedia tells me he was just over 50. He never smiled – not that anyone ever did in that gloomy fourth-floor corner of the old Fairfax building. Dark coats & cardigans predominated , the paintwork was grey-green & the woodwork thick with layers of ancient varnish. Many men looked as if they were walking out of their oncologist’s office having just heard the worst.

Every night around seven I’d edge into his office with a damp galley proof of the next day’s Letters page. Since this was the one page that lacked hard news, it would be fair to assume it would be the first finished. It was often the last. H.G. would labour for hours over his corrections, until the revised sheet looked like a kindergarten kid’s first efforts with a crayon. Sometimes every paragraph had an addition or excission. I counted 73 one night, though this was probably not the record.

H. G. Kippax had a particular fixation on the humble comma. His eye for a misplaced comma was terrifying to watch. At times he bordered on the obsessive. Nobody except H. G., it seemed, had any idea where the intrusive little brutes should go. He’d rewrite the editorial as well as correspondents’ letters. I raised an eyebrow once, unwisely. “Surely that’s a bit dodgy legally?” He glared across his enormous desk. “Dear boy, do you think for one moment I’m about to let other people dictate the Herald’s standards?”

Years later, as a teacher, I realised how hard it is to imbue a sense of how & where the various punctuational devices of English should be deployed. The language contains far too many rules & just as many exceptions. Unless you’ve been given a basic grounding early in your schooling, when rote learning is easiest, the guidelines can be overwhelming & too confusing for most. The easiest way, I found, was to let undergraduates use their common sense. “When you’re writing a long sentence,” I’d say, “read it out aloud. That point where you naturally pause is probably where a comma belongs, because it means the sentence is changing direction.”

(Semi-colons were a whole different kettle of worms. A prof. of mine at the U. of Windsor, when I was starting out as a teacher, responded to a query about plagiarism by chuckling, ‘Any time you encounter a first-year student who’s used a semi-colon correctly, you’re probably looking at someone who’s copied someone else’s work.’)

Since schools stopped teaching the basics, it’s become harder & harder to get students to understand that ‘Oh well, what does it matter – you know what I mean anyway, OK?’ is not much of an excuse. H.G.Kippax’s obsession with commas wasn’t all that bad, as obsessions go. If people don’t stand up for precision in language, soon enough none of us will be able to say exactly what it is we mean.

Cheers, folks. Hope this little diatribe hasn’t sent anyone into a coma. Or comma.


A man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, “Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”

Passenger : “Who?”

Cabbie : “Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab; things happened like that to Frank Feldman every single time.”

Passenger : “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”

Cabbie : “Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.”

Passenger : “Sounds like he was really something special.”

Cabbie : “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right.”

Passenger : “Wow, what a guy!”

Cabbie : ‘He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”

Passenger : “How did you meet him?”

Cabbie : “I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.

Mystic Poet

“CRITIQUE!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Nag’s Tail (Tale)!” Tues. Nov. 13, 2018

We ALL start-off with-a clean-slate, when sweet romance is new,

So, we’re-initially-careful what we say, watching-what’s-”bleeding-through!”

Like, in the beginning, (s)he might-say: “Oh, STOP, Sweetie-Don’t-do-that!”

It seems just-like a SMALL THING, but-you-could-maybe “smell a rat!”

Or, in the beginning, it’s, perhaps, a little mouse –

‘Cause – LOVE IS NEW – and (s)he’s-not-(yet) your-spouse!

But, as time goes on (sometimes) THE CRITIC GETS HOLD,

And, what was picked-up-as-minor – gets OFTEN oversold,

Until it becomes A HABIT – to harp – on THIS,

Or THAT – or T’OTHER – and THEN! It’s your kiss –

Or-your-hair-color – or taste in clothes,

And the little-annoyance(s) – GROWS and GROWS!! 🙁 – Shucks!


Everything-you-do – right-down to-your-Love-Song,

That was, in the beginning, our favorite tune,

But, NOW – “Don’t sing! You sound like a loon!”

And, it’s these little things – that were ORIGINALLY OK,

And nagging just lasts, all the livelong day,

‘Cause nagging comes from habit, and, after a while,

That’s all there is – not even a smile!

All-the-time-can-become – a CRITICAL EXAM of YOU,

And The Day You Were Born – you start to rue!

It’s The Little Things – So, please-cultivate patience;

We all need to TAKE NOTE, in our precious relations,

That our habits of critique – don’t EVOLVE into nagging,

And – I-ain’t-sayin’-I-never … No-no-I’m-not-bragging,


For JESTS-OFTEN-BECOME-HABITS, which-are-hard-to-put-to-rest!

fin <3

“Some people dig nagging – and really think it’s OK – – – But nagging is nagging! There’s NO LOVE – in that way! – – – Please remember: Use words, pretty pretty, I say – – – And things’ll be wonderful-with-us – every-day! – – – A GOOD PRACTICE: ‘I Love You,’ 100 times – Hurray! – – – Every 24 hours! And you’ll never be GRAY!” The Mystic Poet.

Editor: A Nagger is called a Snagglepus in Australia

Did you know that 🙄🙄