Showing posts with label Social Justice Warriors. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social Justice Warriors. Show all posts

Friday, February 14, 2020

The Principles of Engines and Sex



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Fuel-powered engines operate very simply in theory. Everybody understands how engines work. You put a key in a slot. You turn a key. And boomshakala-Bob’s-yer-uncle, there you are, ready to put’er in gear and move right along.

Never mind the reality that gears and rack and pinion and tires and seals and filters and brakes and oil and other important fluids and parts must also be maintained or else major repairs costing mucho dinero will hound you for years. You see? You understand? The simple theory of how cars work is totally explained in the opening paragraph and that is the simple theory of how people look at their car.

And how they think of sex.

You put a Whangdoodle in a little fill’er neck. You turn this way and that and boomshakalaka-Bob’s-yer-uncle, there you are, put’er in gear and moving right along.

Never mind the reality that over-shoulder-boulder-holders may or may not be involved. Never mind the reality that bits of sheer fabrics and lacy peekaboos may need to be slowly removed or ripped off in a rush, dodged or fondled, and so forth, and if not done properly can result in much heartache. Never mind that just when you think you’re home, the gas runs out; or the aging vehicle can’t keep up with demand; or while you’re happily “driving down the highway”, a seal springs a leak leaving you with future obligations the likes of which you think will never end and you swear off sex…or at least promise to be more careful.

Just like engines look simple but are complicated, so is sex. Chemicals (gas for engines, hormones in bodies) involve internal combustion designed to convert energy in the chemical into mechanical energy. In both cases, “pistons” move up and down in a linear motion inside “cylinders” that, in turn, move “crankshafts” in a rotary motion. If pistons and cylinders are misaligned, not properly milled to spec, or so antique they give in under the pressure, the desired converted energy is lost and the trip is postponed.

You may infer the quotation marks in the above paragraph to imply tongue-in-cheek commentary; that phrase — tongue-in-cheek — is not meant as a pun.

But let’s say that the energy is converted, there is still danger. If the converted energy is weak the “engine” may not know the “trip” has begun much less is over leading to “check engine lights” coming on and somebody whispering that excitement-killing phrase, “Daddy-O, are we there yet?”

We humans simply take engines and sex for granted. We believe they will always work when we want them to and are surprised and angry when they don’t. I once had a mechanical engineer explain to me how engines work in four simple steps. One: Engine intakes air and fuel. Two: Compresses it until it Three: Explodes. Then Four: Exhausts. Or as he said it, and these are his words:

1. Suck. 
2. Squeeze.
3. Pop.
4. Phooey.

Need I say more?


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Fuel-powered engines operate very simply in theory. Everybody understands how engines work. You put a key in a slot. You turn a key. And boomshakala-Bob’s-yer-uncle, there you are, ready to put’er in gear and move right along.

Never mind the reality that gears and rack and pinion and tires and seals and filters and brakes and oil and other important fluids and parts must also be maintained or else major repairs costing mucho dinero will hound you for years. You see? You understand? The simple theory of how cars work is totally explained in the opening paragraph and that is the simple theory of how people look at their car.

And how they think of sex.

You put a Whangdoodle in a little fill’er neck. You turn this way and that and boomshakalaka-Bob’s-yer-uncle, there you are, put’er in gear and moving right along.

Never mind the reality that over-shoulder-boulder-holders may or may not be involved. Never mind the reality that bits of sheer fabrics and lacy peekaboos may need to be slowly removed or ripped off in a rush, dodged or fondled, and so forth, and if not done properly can result in much heartache. Never mind that just when you think you’re home, the gas runs out; are the aging vehicle can’t keep up with demand; or while you’re happily “driving down the highway”, a seal springs a leak leaving you with future obligations the likes of which you think will never end and you swear off sex…or at least promise to be more careful.

Just like engines look simple but are complicated, so is sex. Chemicals (gas for engines, hormones in bodies) involve internal combustion designed to convert energy in the chemical into mechanical energy. In both cases, “pistons” move up and down in a linear motion inside “cylinders” that, in turn, move “crankshafts” in a rotary motion. If pistons and cylinders are misaligned, not properly milled to spec, or so antique they give in under the pressure, the desired converted energy is lost and the trip is postponed.

You may infer the quotation marks in the above paragraph to imply tongue-in-cheek commentary; that phrase — tongue-in-cheek — is not meant as a pun.

But let’s say that the energy is converted, there is still danger. If the converted energy is weak the “engine” may not know the “trip” has begun much less is over leading to “check engine lights” coming on and somebody whispering that excitement-killing phrase, “Daddy-O, are we there yet?”

We humans simply take engines and sex for granted. We believe they will always work when we want them to and are surprised and angry when they don’t. I once had a mechanical engineer explain to me how engines work in four simple steps. One: Engine intakes air and fuel. Two: Compresses it until it Three: Explodes. Then Four: Exhausts. Or as he said it, and these are his words:

1. Suck.

2. Squeeze.

3. Pop.

4. Phooey.



Need I say more?

Friday, November 1, 2019

Can I stop abortions from happening?

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The child is a victim of a crime. I cannot stop abortion. Abortions will continue to happen. In this I am without power and I accept my limitations there.

So where do I have power in this issue?

I can speak up to those who want to abort and help them to value life.

I can speak up to Governments that want me to pay for it and in so doing help them not be godless.

I can speak up to the Pussy-Hat Wearing Politically Correct crowd when they self-righteously — and falsely, might I add — claim they care about the woman when it is patently obvious they care about a destructive ideal above the sanctity of innocent life, and in so speaking deprive them of their evil social justice power wielded from the pulpits of their unholy places.


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Sunday, February 4, 2018

Better cancel that order for your new yoga pants, you White Colonization-Loving Racist Pig you.

by Angela K. Durden


From the files of "I swear I did not make this up", it seems that doing the downward-facing dog is the same as telling people of color to kiss my pretty, white, ruling-class, privileged ass, and give up their civilization and culture while they are at it.

Now white people have to learn to "decolonize" their stretching routine?

And here we have yet another Proudly Brown professor and a white Social Justice Warrior, Shreena Gandhi and Lillie Wolff of Michigan's Kalamazoo College, trying to lay a guilt trip on me?

I am a practitioner of stretching. It is a complicated routine that involves moves from the ancient art of yoga, as well as some suggested by Mr. Joseph Pilates, a German emigré, and some I've seen done by cheerleaders as they warm up for the big game. See? I have pom-poms and everything.


Gandhi
Wolff
Of course, Shreena and Lillie do not want us privileged white folk to give up being healthy.

To the so many white people who practice yoga, please don’t stop, but please do take a moment to look outside of yourself and understand how the history of yoga practice in the United States is intimately linked to some of the larger forces of white supremacy.

I have a better idea, girls: Get outraged about something that really matters like...oh, I don't know, just off the top of my head here, corrupted FBI leadership and other Deep State actors who have been systematically gutting the protections afforded citizens of the US by the Constitution and Bill of Rights.

If you were to do that, then I might take you seriously. As it is, you're just poseurs looking for free profile marketing opportunities in your search for job security and ego-stroking faculty meetings.