Honey, I don't Care

Remember rock chick, femme fatale, sex kitten and female agent provocateur Wendy James?

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Wendy's alive and kicking, BTW! Keep goin' girl...

Grauzone - Eisbaer (Im Kalten Polar)

Chairman May (Pie SNAPS!)

Cherry Lips (and invisible Humans)

Sex is Not the Enemy:

Poison Paradise: Secrets of the chemical industry

Alice, Kenton, Bucky, and Rachna are the hidden victims of the chemical industry. They all grew up either in India or the US, in towns built around plastic and pesticide factories. For a long time, their resounding commercial success has masked the darker reality behind their practices. For several decades, their factories have secretly dumped their toxic products into rivers, groundwater systems and soil. This pollution has affected thousands, causing disabilities, cancers and death. No one is safe: both the inhabitants of these regions and the employees of the companies have been affected. But the chemical giants will do anything to keep these tragedies a secret.Through the analysis of samples and confidential documents, the two directors gauge the true extent of the contamination, and ultimately shed some light over years of lies and impunity. All that remains are the testimonies of the victims across the world, those whose lives have been poisoned.

Moar words @ Russia Today.

The wackiest pseudo-feminist, linguistically fascist nutjob site strikes again

Over at 'wehuntedthemammoth.com' the struggle to find le mot juste (and the denunciation of anyone who dares disagree with half a syllable as a 'troll') continues.

Writes old hand "Brony, nutty Centaur" in the comment section:


Oops. I changed a “they” to a “you” accidentally in the last part of my comment. It should read.

While it’s a rule new commentators might might not be aware of, they would find it useful to practice because they will become better at describing what they fear, are angered, by, surprised by, or disgusted by.

Huh? What does that even mean? And all on a post about the all-consuming topic of some alt-right Flat Earthers (a 100 % non-issue "David, Head Mammotheer" manages to spend about 5,000 words on. Go figure!) The bizarre gist of it being that the 'intra-alt right civil tiff' will somehow bring Trumpeldore down. Or somefink like that...

  Wehuntedthemammoth.com: masturbating the world, one word at a time!

That's my prerogative!

Get busy
Everybody's talkin' all this stuff about me (Now now)
Why don't they just let me live (Oh oh oh)
I don't need permission
Make my own decisions (Oh)
That's my prerogative
They say I'm crazy
I really don't care
That's my prerogative
They say I'm nasty
But I don't give a damn
Gettin' girls is how I live
Some ask me questions
Why am I so real
But they don't understand me
I really don't know the deal
About a brother
Trying hard to make it right
Not long ago
Before I win this fight
Sing!

SEXIST Pie! ("Language, Timothy!")

Territory (Jealous Bitch!)

Wanna Maserati?

Infinity

Maybe you don't really need Salon.com?

Maybe you don’t really need a Wi-Fi-connected sex toy

... is the clickbait title of Salon's latest proof of massive 'Liberal' idiocy. Dispatches reports, you decide:

The internet of things is gaining a lot of attention these days as this growing network of internet- and Wi-Fi-enabled products are increasingly showing up in homes and bedrooms. This technology lets you do things like print messages on toast, remotely control a pet door with a mobile phone and read today’s weather forecast from a bathroom mirror.

But cybersecurity experts are warning the spread of internet of things devices in consumer products is moving too rapidly as companies scramble to gain a lead in the nascent market for connected home products, leading to an increasing number of software vulnerabilities that pose considerable threats to consumer privacy.

This week, U.K. cybersecurity services provider Pen Test Partners shed light on a particularly prurient internet of things vulnerability in the Svakom Siime Eye, a $250 sex toy equipped with an internet-connected camera that lets users stream a dildo’s eye view of masturbation via the internet to another person’s smartphone.

Wanna have sex? Ask your wife (nicely!), not your 'hot' Wifi didgeridoo. Simples, really...

Androgyny

Poem about Us

It's our house and we can do what we want to

It's our room and we can do what we want to

Only God can judge us

It's our song and we can sing if we want to

Dancing with Marie

Going down to Paris

Don't be afraid if someone loves ya

We can't stop

We won't stop

I never meant to start a war

I guess I should have let you win

I never meant to call you a whore

I guess you should have let me in

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