Monthly Archives: April 2011

Kate Middleton is One Hot Princess

30 Saturday Apr 2011

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I just heard on one of the countless shows dealing with the Royal Wedding that Kate Middleton had nightmares before the wedding that she was standing at the altar naked. If only! I think she is fairly hot. Of course, as I watch all these images from the wedding, I can’t help but wonder what this girl is like in certain, private ways. However, out of deference to the one last bastion of unabashed Anglo-Saxon greatness left in the world, the British Monarchy, I won’t delve too far into that subject, at least for now. Let me just say that I might be lusting after her.

With Britain being flooded by countless immigrants from all over the world, most of whom are hostile to most things Western, it is at least somewhat comforting to still see a few remnants of what made the British a great people and a great nation, the idea of an ancient nationhood embodied in the monarchy, something that tells the present that this country once had a great past, and a great past based on the racial pride of the white man.

The British were superior to most the people in the world they conquered. People don’t want to admit that today, but the fact is they were far advanced in laws, institutions, culture. Yes, India had been around a lot longer, but when the British arrived, India was a fragmented, chaotic nation of various warring ethnic groups. Even most Indians today would admit they owe a lot of their present day stability to two hundred years of British rule and the institutions the British left behind. Much of the chaos in Africa today perhaps is partly due to the British not being there long enough to establish the institutions that might help to reduce tribal strife. The British educational system was once the greatest in the world; even today, a degree from Oxford still trumps most degrees, especially in the humanities, from an American university. The British navy to this day is still a great fighting force.

The Royal Couple

The British aristocracy symbolizes at least some sense of higher culture, of a refinement that in the old days most commoners wanted to somehow strive for. I think the loss of an aristocratic norm has had negative effects on society: we now are ruled by the least common denominators, the most thuggish and brutish elements of society set the standards. People dress likes slobs. They talk like idiots. They display their most crude behaviors in public. In the past spitting in public was considered so low class few would dare do it; now it is the disgusting norm. There is no sense of common decency or standards. The old aristocratic class, as bad as it was, at least set the cultural standards for the rest of society and those standards were usually high and refined.

I personally despise “multiculturalism” and “diversity” as they are understood by most today: namely, anything that smacks of European dominance is somehow bad and all other peoples are the poor, suffering victims of the white man. I have no problem with other people in the world, and I respect different peoples and cultures, but I love my own culture too, and am not afraid to proclaim the historic greatness of the white man, the man of Western Europe, and in particular the Anglo-Saxon conquers of the world. English is the dominant world language for a reason.

I despise the self loathing so many whites feel over their historical accomplishments. Were there mistakes, brutalities, and crimes? Of course. What nation or people have not committed those? But we also possess the power to change things that are wrong, such as slavery, which is something most cultures are incapable of. If Muslims or Chinese had ruled America with Africans as slaves, blacks would still be enslaved today. Our greatness, our contributions to the good of the world, far outweigh our faults. And we are so far advanced beyond all other cultures in scientific and technological discoveries it is not even funny. Other nations copy us, such as China, but none have been able to outdo us in the creation of new things, except maybe the Japanese. But they were smart enough to want to emulate the West, when they saw how powerful the West is. And I am not even mentioning our art, laws, music, literature, philosophy, political institutions…

It was not by accident that we basically conquered the whole fucking world over  the past five hundred years…and that is not even to mention the Greco-Roman greatness of antiquity…

The Western man needs to get over the Second World War, Adolf Hitler, and the horror of that time. He needs to stop feeling guilty over his past. He needs to embrace his greatness, for only through embracing his past greatness can he be great again. He needs to do this now, before he is completely consumed by the unending flood of people into his world that have a fundamental hostility to his very existence. I speak mostly of Europe here; America has her problems too; but our immigration issues are different. Hispanics have been a part of the New World longer than the Anglo-Saxon and North America has a historic link with the Spanish speaking peoples of the South. I actually enjoy quite a bit of Latino culture, which is still fundamentally Western. Blacks have been here as long as Whites. Asians are productive members of our society. We all need to learn to live together and work together as equals in this country if we are to survive as a nation.

No, when I speak of these things I mean in particular the insanity of mass Muslim expansion into Western Europe which can ultimately only lead in one direction: violence and strife. Large and still growing Arab and Turkish Muslim populations in historically Christian countries is a recipe for disaster. It can only end badly. There are many Muslims who say openly they look forward to the day when they can hoist the Crescent Moon atop of St. Peters. If you think this is fantasy, just remember that Hagia Sophia was once the greatest Orthodox Church in the world, for a thousand years. When the Turks captured Constantinople in 1453, the largest and wealthiest city in Medieval Europe, they turned that once great Byzantine Church into a Mosque. Today it is a Museum. Most Muslims are aware of this as most Christians and Westerners are not. They remember history as we do not. They still see themselves as future conquers linked to a past filled with conquest.  They do not believe in “diversity”. Christians in ALL Muslim dominated countries are a repressed and openly discriminated against minority.  When will we in the West start to pay attention to these things and stop our masturbatory fantasies over how equal and wonderful all cultures are? They still stone to death women in Afghanistan, or hang homosexuals in Iran for being gay.  We don’t do that in our society, and we are superior, yes,  superior, to them because of that.

I think the Princess might have a wild side...

But back to Kate…yes, she is hot. I bet she likes to fuck. I bet she is a screamer too. Oh yeah. I will be writing more on her.

God bless the Queen!

Happy Easter!

24 Sunday Apr 2011

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Yes, I know I am reprobate, a sinner, a man of often unbridled lust, someone who writes and post erotic pieces, even pictures, on this blog and then wonders if I am leading others into sinful behavior, and thereby incurring the wrath of God, or at least of those who like to refer to some of my writings as “filth” (and if it is “filth”, then why are they reading my blog?) but, despite my poor decisions, I do believe in God, and what Easter signifies, the resurrection of Christ from the dead and the eternal hope we all have in that.

This blog, with all its contradictions, is a record of my own journey through my faith, despite my failings and weaknesses. Although I am still obsessed with sex and religion, over the past few months I have come to understand more deeply the power of the spirit as opposed to the power of the flesh. True happiness lies in restraint and trusting in God’s help and mercy in all your trials. I may be constantly horny as hell all the time, but I have been learning, slowly and painfully, that it is better not to act on those desires. There is more pain in being a slave to one’s sexual appetites than in feeling deprived of sex. As difficult as abstinence can be, at least there is no slavery in that. Actually, there is only true liberation.

I am far from perfect. My life is messy. At times I feel distant from God. At times I doubt. At times I go through periods of great darkness and despair, wondering where God has gone, or if He is even there. At other times I go through extremely heightened sexual states, with sexual thoughts and desires surging through my body like some out of control river racing down the side of a mountain. I am probably a border line sex addict. I try not to masturbate, but sometimes my desires become so pent up…I know I have massive, even freakish amounts of testosterone which inflames my sexual urges, combined with a highly tuned aesthetic appreciation of beauty, especially feminine beauty. I have deeply sensual, erotic and masculine nature. Chicks dig that and I dig chicks so that can be a powerful potion for passion. Porn and erotica are constant temptations. These things have been my condition for my whole life.

I once considered a religious vocation but felt I might become a source of scandal, especially if I were desiring my own parishioners. There are a lot of attractive girls in Church and keeping my eyes off of them all the time would have been difficult. Others watching your every move would also add a element of potential scandal. Or perhaps I simply did not trust enough in God. Who knows. A religious life was deeply attractive in many ways. But I am just an old fashioned perv with a filthy imagination, something that is problematic for a religious vocation. These are not signs for a successful celibate life, at least in an institutional, religious context.

But I know in all my struggles and difficulties I could never live without my beliefs. I can’t imagine life without Christ.  St. Paul talks about the love of Christ in his heart and sharing that with others and I understand what he is saying. Two thousand years of the continual witness of this love by countless believers, the power and reality of that love among believers, the transformative power of that love in individual lives and in society as a whole, is the greatest testimony to the truth of Christianity. So my personal journey goes on while once again the whole Christian world celebrates the risen Christ (well, the Orthodox, still using the Julian calender instead of the Gregorian, celebrate it next week or something like that…but that is for another post).

Spring…So Much Feminine Beauty on Display!

12 Tuesday Apr 2011

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Delicious…I’d love to slip that dress off her…

I have been so damn horny lately it is not even funny. I blame the Spring.  Here my thoughts on the matter. Beware, for you out there of a more pure disposition, the following is highly charged sexually.  Read at your own peril.  Don’t even ask me to reconcile this with my religious beliefs, because I can’t.  I know my thoughts are sinful. Yet they swirl around in my mind this time of the year.

As far as unexpected sexual urges, some days are more difficult than others. But spring unleashes the most potent forms of sexual desire imaginable. It is strange, because in biological terms, fall actually stirs more sexual longings in males, because it is best to impregnate a woman in the fall so she can have the child during the spring, when conditions are better for raising a new born.

But spring offers different reasons for explosive sexual desires. Well, actually one main reason: half naked pretty girls. Yes, the clothes come off and I absolutely love the views. After the tedious, soul crushing cold and greyness of winter, spring fills my soul with the warmth and beauty of nature’s rebirth. And part of that beauty are half naked pretty girls. The girls are out and many are dressed their spring clothes: the short skirts, the tight pants, the flattering tank tops, the low cut blouses which hint at the soft breasts beneath, the hot little shorts. I love it. I can’t get enough. I want to fuck every one of them. I want to lick, taste, eat their moist vaginas. I wonder what they are like sexually. I want to know what they are wearing beneath those nice, pretty little skirts, if anything. I love seeing the soft, delicate and sensuous curves of their freshly revealed bodies.

I saw a girl walking down the street the other day. She was wearing a nice, white sun dress. It was a hot, sunny day and I could clearly see her panties through the thin fabric of the dress. How delightful, I thought. I lusted after her. I wanted her. I imagined how she dressed that morning, how she put on her panties, then her bra, and then slipped that dress over her body, and went out into public wearing nothing but that thin dress and her underwear, knowingly and willingly so. I imagined how such a girl would love to fuck. I imagined bending her over, yanking up her dress, ripping her panties off and fucking her hard from behind. I imagined eating her out for hours. I imagined the intense sexual pleasure I would share with such a creature. We would not even know each other’s names; we would just fuck for the sake and love of fucking. Such lustful thoughts. Spring offers such sights, such desires, such inflamed thoughts. As I said, after the weariness of winter, the sudden appearance of such images can quickly flood and overwhelm the mind and imagination. The flesh burns more fiercely as the lengthening days and warming sun seem to drench me in an all consuming heat. I love it.

Spring is a smorgasbord of beauty: the budding flowers, the renascent foliage, the newly migrated birds, the almost impressionistic stroke of nature’s brush in the kaleidoscope of brilliant colors. Amid all this natural beauty are all those pretty girls, the essence of feminine beauty. Beautiful women make the world such a prettier place. I pity those poor Muslim countries where such things are unthinkable. I love my Western decadence.  I love a world filled with hot, sexy, beautiful women.

Such lovely sights I see during the spring…

When I see all these beautiful, alluring creatures wandering about, exhibiting their feminine sexuality to the whole world, I think how tragic it is, that I cannot pleasure each and every one the way they deserve to be pleasured. There are so many pretty, luscious, yet neglected vaginas out there waiting to be eaten by me, waiting to be tenderly licked by my more than eager tongue,  waiting to be fucked, and fucked hard by me; and yet there is only one of me. There is only so much I can do. So many girls will have to live their lives without the knowledge of what the ultimate in sexual pleasure feels like. Still, I do what I can. I try to service as many as possible, to bring them some degree of sexual satisfaction and sensual happiness. At least I have some small consolation because I know to some degree, humanity is better off because of my sexual altruism.

Such are the thoughts that are unleashed in my mind by the glorious warmth of spring. However, I know it is best not to act on them…or perhaps even allow myself to think them. Still, it is hard not to this time of year.  The struggles, sometimes delightful, go on…sometimes I burn out of control.

I love beautiful women!

Travis Would Be Blogging Today

06 Wednesday Apr 2011

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Robert De Niro as Travis in the film Taxi Driver. Today Travis would have a blog. His blog would be filled with fear about the future.

Often when I read some blogs, which I do less of these days, I imagine this is the type of person behind the anonymity: Taxi Driver’s Travis. One of the more memorable characters in film, brilliantly played by Robert De Niro, Travis’s strange and warped morality often reminds me of some of the blogsphere. The world according to Travis is filled with degenerates, perverts, sick bastards, and endless scum. Everyone is corrupt. Women are whores. Travis is particularly enamored of a twelve year old prostitute, played by Jodi Foster. His mission becomes to save her. He has a mission to cleanse the world of its impurities. He sees himself as a sort of activist.

But he is isolated, lonely, and out of touch with reality. He is the type of person who, if he were depicted in today’s world, with easy access to the internet, would most likely be blogging in some form or another (in the movie he is clearly a bit illiterate, but it is his mentality, not his education, that is most important). He would post often on the types of blogs whose header had some sort of military image, were racially motivated, or were the advocates of some sort of strident political cause  to cleanse the world of all socials ill. He might even have his own blog.

But as the isolated individual, he seethes beneath the unending pressure of societies’ injustices towards him, always on the brink, until he finally cracks. Lots of cathartic, bloody violence results. In today’s world blogging would attract him because he is isolated. He would spend countless hours, day after day, in his lonely basement apartment, writing endless posts about how to change the world, or spending countless hours commenting on the other various blogs he visits on a daily basis. He would believe he belongs to some sort of community, that he has “friends” even though he has never met a single one of them, and even though they are little more than words on a computer screen. The flesh and blood realities of real communications and all the nuances therein would be missing. And if anyone did meet him, they would most likely be a bit disturbed by his appearance and general demeanor. But none of this would matter to the Travis blogger: he is a blogging warrior in stealth, secretly in the process of purging the world of its filth, when he is not taking the emasculating orders from his female boss at work.

The Travis blogging world often has one universal message: be afraid, be very afraid. The world is going to hell, the barbarians are coming, the moral and societal filth is on the verge of collapsing on us all. Be afraid. The impersonal, virtual online world would perfectly fill his delusions of grandeur and his own paranoia. Be afraid, and listen to the prophet who alone has the insight and knowledge to save you and the world.

I used to read some blogs like that. At first I found them entertaining. Perhaps they even provide some relevant information about the world today. Certainly there are very real and very serious problems out there. They need to be addressed. But after a while I found these blogs or websites did little more than fill me despair. Often they are so lost in their own sense of importance as to become ludicrous. Finally I stopped reading them altogether. My mind began to clear and my soul became happier. I still read the irreverent stuff, but less so than before. I still think the old Roissy is the finest example of a completely irreverent blog, yet with brilliant insight, all done in a great satiric style. Ferdinand Bardamu (In Mala Fide, see blogroll) is good too, although I do not like the format of his new blog. Too serious with too many voices. I like to laugh and be entertained. But the bloggers who are all so serious about transforming the world through this silly medium, well, they have become a bit too much. Anyone is now a prophet, and many of these online prophets are as clearly unhinged as Travis.

Instead of the hopelessness of so many of today’s web sites, and their message of fear, I prefer the message from John Paul II: “Be not afraid”. It is a message the Pope used to recite quite often, a message he himself learned while, as a young seminarian in occupied Poland, the Nazi soldiers searched his underground seminary. He hid in a closet and evaded capture. If captured, he probably would have been killed. After that terrifying experience the Pope learned first hand what true fear is, and it became a source of strength for him, renewed through Christ. Don’t be afraid, because even in the worst of situations, God is still there.

Pope John Paul II. As a young man he evaded capture by Nazi soldiers. He knew what true fear was. Yet he knew what hope was too.

Now being hunted down by soldiers who want to kill you is a bit more of a serious situation and cause for concern than most of what our heroic warriors out there in the blog fantasy world are fighting against. That was real. That was true fear. Today’s online warrior is often afraid of a female boss at work, among other things.

Yes, the world is filled with pain, evil and injustice. It always has and it always will. Living in America or the West in general does not somehow magically exempt us from that. But there is hope too. Be not afraid.