Where Is It You Think You Are?

Why yes, you are here. A choice, that still many, find was a bad choice on their part. If it isn’t enough that I have my haters for T.S.O.T.S.B., I also have an ever growing population of haters for my other blog which I Do Not promote in any of my posts in any manner whatsoever. In fact the only way you can get there from here is by clicking the Tattoo Glamour banner on the right side of this blog. I Do Not recommend doing so at this point if you are at work because it isn’t workplace friendly. I Do Not recommend clicking the banner if you are offended by full frontal nudity of women and/or tattoos because that is all that is there. I Do Not recommend clicking the banner if you are not 18+ at any time, ever. With that being said, I will explain briefly what is posted there, women with tattoos, from fully nude to fully clothed, there are No stories, No writing, and only one themed commitment, posting beautifully tattooed women, some models of course, but also people who have submitted photos. It’s very simple, that is all that can be found there, No hidden agenda, No promoting either nudity or tattoos, and No advertising for any products or services.

So, y’all might be wondering why I bring up anything about my other blog today, right now, and here. Be patient, I will get to that shortly. Over the years I have had to remind readers that it is a personal choice when visiting this or any of my blogs. Which brings me to a quick side note about why my python blog disappeared. I was “asked” by a collection of 13 professional bloggers and website operators to stop and take down my site because I was crossing a line of “faith” for readers because my personal success with pythons could be very misleading and could inadvertently misguide people into believing that raising pythons is “easy”. As well, amateurs such as myself are taking money out of the professional’s pockets. The cut and dry of it all is they wanted to advertise on my blog, for free and paid, but I refused to have any part of that shit. Soon after I receive a letter in the mail at my house from a law firm in Los Angeles which stated I was being sued for $1.8 million in damages which covered loss of income, to include sales, and the fact that I was an unlicensed and undocumented person giving advice on things which I was not legally obligated to provide. Having this all verified with my own lawyer it was granted that the lawsuit would be dropped if I killed of my little ol blog. Yes, it sounds like far fetched bullshit to get one’s panties in such a knot over a personal blog about personal experience with pythons, but it is what it is, which is sad, because I had big plans and quite a bit of helpful information to provide. Anyway, the blog was removed and handwritten apologies were sent out. Sadly, not one “you fucking suck motherfuckers” was included or implied. Luckily, after reviewing my legal rights with my lawyer I can say that these motherfuckers truly fucking suck sweaty balls because I would not dare list their names or sites to cause myself unwanted problems. So, here’s to y’all, hats of to the cunts who got scared that I was fucking infringing on whatever it was I was doing by just sharing with other enthusiasts. One last thing, FUCK YOU ALL!

Anyway, other choice makers have clicked the tattoo banner and were quick to tell me how ashamed I should be, how I’m definitely going straight to hell now, and how my blog is very degrading to women in general. I only have one reply and that is that I would assume that all of the women displayed made two choices, to get the tattoos and/or piercings and then either take pictures or have their pictures taken. Neither of which I had anything to do with. I am guilty of collecting these pictures and posting them on my blog for others to enjoy as well. Don’t like women? Great, don’t visit. Don’t like women with tattoos and/or piercings? Great, don’t visit. Don’t like sometimes fully nude women with tattoos and/or piercings? Great, don’t visit. I’m easy, I’m not trying to sell anything, I don’t care if you visit or not, and when you do make the choice to visit I know you made the choice. I hold no gun to a person’s head and demand they click the fucking banner. I warn of what will be seen, I warn it is not workplace friendly, and I warn it is for adults only. But, as we all know way to fucking well, just being an adult doesn’t make one mature. Furthermore, don’t email me whining that you are surprised there is nudity and how offended you because I really don’t give two fucks. Those of y’all who I have emailed back on this subject know that is exactly my response.

Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is that if you are easily fucking offended then my blogs probably aren’t your cup of tea. As usual, I expect this post to fall upon blind eyes and deaf ears, too bad I can’t get muted mouths to complete the package. Y’all are big boys and girls, make choices that work for you because my choices are mine and I can promise y’all that my choices are what are taken into consideration when I post to my blogs. In fact, stay tuned for a story of a not so classic office romance which will be ready to post pretty soon.

Why I Had To Play My Dad Card

Normally I try very hard to keep my “dad card” tucked away in my wallet. There are times, though, I have to raise the bullshit flag and call it the way I see it. I give allot of trust to my children still living at home because, in general, they give me no reasons not to trust them. Sometimes, when the line gets crossed, it gets worked out without too many hard feelings. But not this time, this time its different for some reason. So, let me start with the way it all started. My 17 y/o volunteered to drive my 12 y/o son to the mall so he could spend his money that he had been saving on a new game for the Xbox 360. Now, I wasn’t aware what game was purchased at the time and had not seen the game in question played until this past weekend. The only reason I saw it then is because they where in the living room since the Xbox 360 is connected to the 70″ HD television in there. Still, no problem, they play games there every day. Anyhow, I took a seat in my recliner looking to hopefully catch a nap but the very graphic images and very racially graphic language caught me a little off guard, prompting me to inquire what game it was that they were playing. Very nonchalantly my son replies by telling me it is Grand Theft Auto 5. I watched him play for about 5 more minutes and then I instructed him to turn it off, put the game in the case, and set it on the end table next to me.

In a very disgruntled way he complied with my request. Then we talked for a minute, and then he headed off to his room to get ready for bed. My daughter remains behind along with my wife, who decided that my actions needed to be questioned.  My daughter explained what she knew about the game from the times she spent playing it, some of the ins and outs, and the general just of the game. This prompted me to do some reading online and to me eventually playing the game with my daughters assistance. I was not and remain not impressed with the game. Now, readers here know I don’t have the cleanest language. The bad language on the game only started bothering me when I got to thinking about the age of my son and how I really didn’t want him repeating any of the racially charged comments in the company of any human being. He isn’t raised being a racist dumbass and I will prevent it from happening any way I can. I could get into the morality of the game, which is about lieing, cheating, killing, stealing, and of course, car jacking. In the end, the game is pretty influential in the overboard glorification of some very negative behaviors in our society. The game is rated M for Mature Audiences, not 12 year olds. Personally I don’t see the draw to the game in any regard.

The verdict? Well, since an open game cannot be returned to the retailer I gave my son what he paid for it. He was also given some stricter guidelines and was told the next time I will not be as generous. Don’t mistake me for some kind of purest prude, because I am not, but I am a father who wishes to help my kids become proactive individuals in our modern society. The damn internet and television do not raise my children nor are they my children’s babysitter. With that being said, I know they have good heads on their shoulders and I know they wouldn’t take the game too seriously, but don’t think it is an appropriate game for any age. Now I have this stupid game which I will NOT be putting for sale on eBay but will instead be using for target practice the next time I head out. My opinion? Fuck this game. Save your “the game is harmless” comments for someone else because I don’t want to read them.