My Interview With Barack Obama

Everyone has watched one of the many “fun with audio” videos. For this entry, I have a little fun, with actual words!

This is my revealing interview with the 44th President of the United States of America. ENJOY!

Me: “Mr. President, first of all, I would like to thank you for taking the time to sit down with me; I know you have a busy schedule.”

Barack Obama: “Alright.”

Me: “We’ll start with some easy questions.”

Barack Obama: “Makes sense.”

Me: “Which is your favorite car company?

Barack Obama:  “Ford.”

Me: “Favorite search engine?”

Barack Obama: “Google.”

Me: “Did you hear Warren Sapp say that Tim Tebow is not the greatest quarterback in NFL history?”

Barack Obama: “Warren’s mistaken…uh…in terms of how he characterized it.”

Me: “I think that will do for the easy stuff; I have some challenging questions for you and I’ll need you to be honest.”

Barack Obama: “I want to be honest.”

Me: “How does it feel to be the worst black President in the history of the United States?”

Barack Obama: “First of all, I will say, that, we have been certified by independent groups as the most transparent White House in history. It’s important to understand, we are the first White House, since the founding of the Republic, to list, every visitor that comes into the White House…ah…online; so, you can look it up. People know more about the inner workings of this White House, the meetings we have…uh…we excluded lobbyists from boards and commissions, but we also report on any lobbyist who meets with anyone who’s part of our…uh…part of our administration, so we’ve actually followed through on a lot of the commitments that we made.”

Me: “I think it’s great that you want to be transparent, but you didn’t answer my question.”

Barack Obama: “I think it is a fair criticism; I’ve acknowledged that. And that’s why, as we move forward, making sure, that, in this last leg, these last 5 yards before we get to the goal line, that everybody understands exactly what’s going on.”

Me: “I want to congratulate you on finally bringing the troops home from Iraq. Have people been sharing their experiences?”

Barack Obama: “You hear stories everywhere you go; I get letters all the time.”

Me: “That’s great! Mr. President, Bill O’Reilly is a certified dick, and one of your biggest critics. Now that you fulfilled your promise to bring home the troops, is there a program in place to kill O’Reilly and create a robot replacement for him?”

Barack Obama: “It is my greatest hope that we can get this done. Not just a year from now, but soon…ah…we came extremely close, we now have a Bill that’s come out from the House, come out from the Senate; that’s unprecedented.”

Q: “I think it’s great that the House and the Senate worked on the robot together. Basically, you’re saying that Bill O’Reilly is as good as dead?”

Barack Obama: “Yup!”

Me: “I saw how you sent in the troops to take down Osama Bin Laden. Are you planning to do the same with Bill O’Reilly?”

Barack Obama: “We had this enormous opportunity, but, the way the rules work in the United States’ Senate, you’ve gotta have 60 votes for everything…uh…after the special election of Massachusetts, we now have 59; we are calling upon our Republican colleagues.”

Me: “I’m sure someone will have a change of heart.”

Barack Obama: “My hope is…is that they accept that invitation and that they work together with us over the next several weeks to get it done.”

Me: “Good luck! Are there backup plans in place?”

Barack Obama: “We’ve got a whole range of proposals.”

Me: “That’s what I like to see; a man with a plan.”

Barack Obama: “There you go!”

Me: “Let’s move on to a more controversial subject.”

Me: “There is some rumbling that you enjoy the ladies.”

Barack Obama:  “Right.”

Me: “I honestly expected you to deny it. Would you say your interest is average?”

Barack Obama: “A lot bigger than that.”

Me: “How does your wife feel about this?”

Barack Obama: “This is something that we’ve been…uh…dealing with since the beginning.”

Me: “There are some who claim that you have a problem with prostitutes. In fact, I saw some of the coverage on c-span.”

Barack Obama: “Not every single aspect of it was on c-span.”

Me: “Do you take these women back to the White House, or do you use another government facility?”

Barack Obama: “Now keep in mind, most of the action was in Congress.”

Me: “When you say the Congress, do you mean the Senate?”

Barack Obama: “Both in the House and the Senate, those were all widely televised. The only ones that were not, were…”

Me: “Hold on a second. What do you mean televised?”

Barack Obama: “There are no surprises, no secrets; that’s going to be an imperative. It’s gonna be one of my highest priorities.”

Me: “I know you said this was the most transparent White House in the history of the US, but I think you should show some discretion.”

Barack Obama: “What we’re trying to do is to increase transparency.”

Me: “Your lifestyle must drive your wife crazy.”

Barack Obama: “We’re just gonna have to work our way through this.”

Me: “Does she try and push you to stop?”

Barack Obama: “She’s gonna be pushing all year long.”

Me: “What type of women are you into?”

Barack Obama: “High end!”

Me: “Do you frequent the same women?”

Barack Obama: “After they’ve gone through a trial period.”

Me: “How much would you say you spend daily on prostitutes?”

Barack Obama: “An average of five hundred and fifty dollars.”

Me: “Wow! That’s a serious habit. What are the benefits?”

Barack Obama: “Get a workout once in a while.”

Me: “And what is the biggest negative?”

Barack Obama: “The problem is the number of people.”

Me: “What’s the hardest part of meeting a new prostitute?”

Barack Obama: “Trying to get a sense from them of what it was that they were trying to do.”

Me: “What is the first question you ask?”

Barack Obama: “Tell us, what are you doing with your customers who want to stay in their homes.”

Me: “And what do they say?”

Barack Obama: “We now think, we shouldn’t give you a home modification.”

Me: “I’ve never heard sex called a home modification, before.”

Barack Obama: “They, also, do a much better job with customer service, with people who are coming to them.”

Me: “Where would be the ideal place to bring a prostitute?”

Barack Obama: “To a remote area, somewhere in rural America.”

Me: “Does D.C. have the best girls?”

Barack Obama: “You saw declining values all across the country.”

Me: “I know you like the high end women, what would you say about street walkers?”

Barack Obama: “Bad idea, most of the time!”

Me: “You must be into porn flicks; what would be your porn name?”

Barack Obama: “Smoking sensation!”

Me: “Should prostitutes consider other business options, maybe joining a multi-level marketing company?”

Barack Obama: “They don’t want to do anything else.”

Me: “I think they’d enjoy the extra income.”

Barack Obama: “Everybody would love to have that.”

Me: “Would you consider yourself a pimp or a long-legged mack daddy?”

Barack Obama: “Something a little bit more limited.”

Me: “Since I have no idea what that would be, I’ll just call you a pimp.”

Barack Obama: “Alright.”

Me: “Who would you say is your bottom bitch?”

Barack Obama: “The first lady, Michele Obama.”

Me: “Finish this sentence. Your clandestine adventures with prostitutes…”

Barack Obama: “Has not met the entire need.”

Me: “I hear that you are working on new legislation to make it easier for pimps to make money.”

Barack Obama: “That’s gonna go a long way to bringing the unemployment rate down; cause that’s the fastest generator of jobs across the country.”

Me: “Should banks take the risk of backing pimps?”

Barack Obama: “Even profitable, successful businesses are having trouble getting financing, because banks frankly just don’t want to take the risk. After haven taken way too many risks before, now, they’re taking no risk.”

Me: “What, exactly, does your administration plan on doing to help out the pimps?”

Barack Obama: “We’ve been waving guarantees and fees, trying to streamline the process; these are not insignificant savings.”

Me: “I also heard about the tax breaks for pimps; what should they do with the extra money?”

Barack Obama: “If you can take that money, and instead of paying Uncle Sam, you reinvest it in your business, you can grow it further – so we think that that’s the kind of strategy that makes a lot of sense.”

Me: “Should pimps hire a large number of prostitutes or should they concentrate on a few women?”

Barack Obama: “We want to, also, make sure that we’re providing tax credits for hiring; that will help lower they’re costs. We set up a program; so far, four million people have taken advantage of, across the country.”

Me: “What is the ultimate goal of this new program?”

Barack Obama: “I’m hopeful that we’re going to continue to see, more and more people take advantage of it.”

Me: “What advice would you give a young prostitute who wants to make a lot of money?”

Barack Obama: “Take the youngest healthiest people. Leave older, sicker, individuals out; their less likely to have to pay out.”

Me: “Do you feel bad for the women who have to sleep with disgusting men?”

Barack Obama: “They should be able to get some incentives for that.”

Me: “Mr. President, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule and for being completely honest. What are your expectations for this interview?”

Barack Obama: “I think the idea is a good one; you make a lot of money.”

Me: “Thank You sir! Should I ask someone to help me improve this post?”

Barack Obama: “That is a money loser!”

[THE END]

If you are interested in watching the original interview, click the link: The YouTube Interview with President Obama.

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Bagging Up – Episode 9

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INT. SPORTS BAR

Bartholomew, Philip, and Simon are chatting while they wait for Judas to arrive, The crew decided to get together for Monday Night Football.

PHILIP

Why do you keep saying that?

SIMON

It’s from a movie. Did you ever see The Boys & Girls Guide to getting Down.

PHILIP

What? I never even heard of it.

SIMON

It’s a movie about using cocaine and hooking up in LA; it was ok. There was a guy who banged a chick who had a mohawk, and the movie ended with the guy rapping. The line is classic. “I just beat a chick with a mohawk; she was Rodney King I was four cops.”

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

That’s hilarious.

SIMON

Hell yeah!

Judas finally appears. He cautiously walks to the table, while scouring the bar.

PHILIP

Now that Judas is here, are you going to tell us why you didn’t answer your phone all weekend.

SIMON

Don’t tell me you fell in love.

BARTHOLOMEW

Hell no!

JUDAS

Are you guys sure Sue isn’t working tonight?

SIMON

Is that why you are looking around as if you owe someone money?

JUDAS

What are you talking about; I’m just checking out the ladies.

PHILIP

Damn, I’ve never seen you this nervous before; I honestly didn’t think you would show up.

JUDAS

I’m fine; you guys are idiots.

SIMON

Let’s hear it Bart; what happened this weekend?

JUDAS

Yeah man, why didn’t you pick up any of our calls?

BARTHOLOMEW

It all started last week. I helped a client of mine save some money and he rewarded me with a grand.

PHILIP

Damn, that’s not a bad way to start the day.

BARTHOLOMEW

It was great. I decided to gamble the money on some NFL games and I ended up winning five G’s!

JUDAS

I guess we know who has the tab tonight.

SIMON

Yeah, I forgot my wallet anyway!

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

On Friday, I jumped on the plane and went to Vegas. I wanted to get away and just have a luxury weekend to myself.

JUDAS

You selfish bastard.

BARTHOLOMEW

Sorry, man!

JUDAS

Na, I’m just kidding; that’s what’s up.

Sue walks over to the table and spots Judas.

SUE

I can’t believe you have the nerve to show up here; you’re the biggest asshole I’ve ever met.

JUDAS

What are you talking about?

SUE

Why have you been avoiding me? What kind of jerk sleeps with a woman, and then acts like she never exists?

JUDAS

Is that what you think happened? I can’t believe you would think I’m that kind of guy. Do you honestly think I would have come back here if I wanted to avoid you?

SUE

Then please explain, why have you been avoiding me?

JUDAS

I will explain, but I must say that I am a little offended that you think I am a scumbag. It completely changes my opinion of you; I’m not sure I feel the same way, ABOUT US, anymore.

Sue’s anger begins to dissipate.

SUE

What do you mean?

JUDAS

I returned to town today and I knew the guys wanted to get together for Monday Night Football, so I insisted that we meet here because I wanted to talk to you about this past weekend.

SUE

Where did you go?

JUDAS

A friend of mine, MARK, if you must know, lost his mother. She was like a second mom to me and once he called, I jumped on the next plane. I left in such a hurry that I forgot my cell phone, which is why I didn’t call you.

Sue’s attitude completely changes.

SUE

Oh my God; I am so sorry. I feel like a piece of crap. Can you ever forgive me.

JUDAS

Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t think I want to be with someone who is quick to jump to conclusions.

SUE

It was an honest mistake; I will never do it again. Just give me one more chance and you won’t regret it.

JUDAS

I can understand why you got upset, but you have to give me the benefit of the doubt. Let’s take things slow and try to rebuild what we had.

Sue wipes away a tear and gives Judas a big hug.

SUE

Thank you for being so understanding; you’re the best.

JUDAS

I think we might be able to get through this.

SUE

There is no doubt in my mind. What do you want to drink?

JUDAS

It looks like the guys need another round, so four Blue Moons will do.

SUE

I’ll be right back.

Sue leaves and the guys are speechless.

JUDAS

Did you dumbasses honestly think I wouldn’t come prepared, in case Sue “happens” to be working tonight.

SIMON

I am not worthy to be in your presence, my Lord.

BARTHOLOMEW

That was good, but I hope you know that you are creating a psycho.

JUDAS

I think I’ll be alright.

PHILIP

I am speechless; I can’t believe you just did that to her. You definitely went too far.

JUDAS

If you were speechless, you would shut the hell up. I didn’t do anything; you guys did. I was content to bang her and let her be, but you decided to bring me back here; this is on your conscience.

BARTHOLOMEW

So what? You plan on keeping this crazy chick on the team?

JUDAS

I’ll keep her around for a little bit; I’ll enjoy every moment of her trying to make this up to me.

SIMON

You lucky bastard!

JUDAS

Sorry my good man, luck has nothing to do with it.

Sue returns to the table with the drinks.

SUE

Here are the beers. I took the liberty of bringing some free wings; let me know if you need anything else.

JUDAS

Thanks babe!

Sue winks at Judas then leaves.

JUDAS

You’re an idiot, Phil. Did you honestly think I was going to believe your dumb explanation? “She doesn’t work Mondays because it gets too crowded.” She’s a freaking waitress; they fight to work the crowded nights.

PHILIP

Shut up; I just didn’t think it was fair for us to lose this great bar, just because you can’t keep it in your pants.

JUDAS

Life isn’t fair, Phil. Let’s get back to the Vegas trip.

BARTHOLOMEW

I landed on Friday morning and checked in to the Wynn. Everything was over the top; the food was amazing and I met some great women at the pool. The club was bananas and I ended the night on a high note. If you know what I’m saying?

PHILIP

Yeah, we get it; poor girl.

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

I decided Saturday was going to be fantasy day. I had three things that I’ve always wanted to do and I was on a mission.

SIMON

Let me guess; you banged a tranny?

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

These are my fantasies, not yours. The first thing was renting a Ferrari.

JUDAS

Nice!

BARTHOLOMEW

It cost almost two thousand for the day, but I don’t regret a penny.

JUDAS

How fast did you go?

BARTHOLOMEW

I’ll get to all the details. The second thing I wanted to do, was bang one of those card chicks.

PHILIP

What the hell is a card chick?

SIMON

You never went to Vegas?

PHILIP

No.

JUDAS

What the hell is a virgin going to do in Vegas?

PHILIP

You’re the most predictable person in the world.

JUDAS

You’re the one who’s predictable; did Phil smash today? HELL NO!

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

Vegas is easy to navigate; you can just walk everywhere. There are large sidewalks and all of the casinos are fairly close. The streets are wide and usually busy, but there are overpasses for pedestrians, everywhere.While you walk, there are usually people who are hired to hand out business cards for prostitutes.

PHILIP

What?

BARTHOLOMEW

Yeah, the people have hundreds of cards and they pass them out to pedestrians.

SIMON

He’s not lying; the cards have pictures of naked chicks on them.

PHILIP

No wonder they call it Sin City.

BARTHOLOMEW

Most people take the cards and throw them on the ground. If you look down, you’ll see them scattered, everywhere.

JUDAS

It’s crazy! You’ll see families walking down the street and the ten year-old boys can’t seem to avoid being fixated on the ground.

BARTHOLOMEW

The most awkward thing about the cards is the people who hand them out. A lot of them are seventy year-old Mexican women.

PHILIP

No way!

BARTHOLOMEW

For real.

SIMON

It’s true; they have handfuls and they pass you a card with some hot chick, butt-naked.

PHILIP

That’s really weird.

BARTHOLOMEW

I drove down the street in a bright yellow Ferrari and pulled up to the oldest lady I could find. I figured, I might as well go with the full experience.

PHILIP

That is a little sick.

BARTHOLOMEW

Nonetheless, it happened. I grabbed a card and called the number on the back. I figured the actual girl was not the one pictured, and I was fine with that fact.

SIMON

How did she look?

BARTHOLOMEW

She was actually hotter than the girl in the picture; I couldn’t believe it.

JUDAS

You lucky dog.

PHILIP

How is that lucky? I hope you strapped up.

BARTHOLOMEW

I’m not an idiot, Phil. The chick showed up to my room and her rates were surprisingly reasonable. After I was “massaged,” I decided to complete the final fantasy.

JUDAS

Why didn’t I become an accountant?

PHILIP

Because you can barely count!

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

Most people are under the impression that prostitution is legal in Vegas, but it is not. There are some legal brothels in Nevada, but you have to drive outside of the big city. I always wanted to go to one of these places.

PHILIP

You banged two prostitutes in one day? How sick are you?

SIMON

This isn’t Bible study, Phil; allow the guy finish the story.

BARTHOLOMEW

Thank you, kind sir. Anyway, I wanted to fulfill a fantasy and I drove out to one of the brothels. To answer the previous question, the roads are pretty open in the middle of the desert and I reached a top speed of one hundred and sixty eight miles per hour.

JUDAS

Damn, I have to do that at least once before I die.

BARTHOLOMEW

It was one of the best experiences ever. I pulled up to the brothel and revved the engine a few time so all the whores would see that I was in a Ferrari.

PHILIP

Classy.

BARTHOLOMEW

I thought so! As I was saying, I stepped out slowly, I wanted to be over dramatic. I had on a tailored Italian suit and in place of a handkerchief, I placed five one hundred dollar bills in my jacket pocket.

JUDAS

None of this makes any sense; wouldn’t you want them to think you didn’t have money, so you can get a better deal?

BARTHOLOMEW

No! I wanted them to see that I had money. The fantasy doesn’t work unless each prostitute wants me to choose her. I walked slowly to the front door and rang the bell. A few moments later, I was escorted inside and the sluts were lined up in front of me.

SIMON

Were they hot?

BARTHOLOMEW

I won’t lie; there were some beautiful chicks there. One more enhanced than the next. I thought I was in Nevada, but I was clearly in silicon valley.

SIMON

Damn, you should have taken me, man. I can see the mountain tops.

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

I stood in front of the herd and looked over each woman. You could see them salivating; this would be the big pay day they each waited patiently for. I slowly stepped closer and carefully scrutinized each prostitute. After a thorough inspection, i slowly turned towards the madam, shrugged my shoulders and said, “No thanks; I;m all set!”

JUDAS

WHAT!

BARTHOLOMEW

Yeah man. I turned my back to the whores and walked out. I hopped into the Ferrari and peeled off. I was sure to burn some rubber so that the sluts will always be reminded of the incident every time they see the tire marks!

PHILIP

You’re an asshole.

SIMON

I can’t believe you did that; how can you not bang at least one of the chicks?

BARTHOLOMEW

It was my fantasy. I obviously knew that I would want to bang one of the chicks so I planned ahead.

JUDAS

You had a prostitute waiting in the room?

BARTHOLOMEW

No! I had the chick from the card in the car; she blew me while I sped back to Vegas. It was mind blowing!

The guys laugh.

BARTHOLOMEW

It was one of the best weekends ever.

JUDAS

I am so jealous.

BARTHOLOMEW

The jet lag is really kicking my ass.

Bartholomew Pulled out two hundred dollar bills from his wallet and placed it on the table.

BARTHOLOMEW

This one’s on me guys. I’m out of here; enjoy the night.

Bartholomew left and the guys ordered more drinks.

JUDAS

Hey Simon, did that chick end up asking you about me?

SIMON

Oh wow! I completely forgot about calling her; I’ll hit her up tomorrow.

JUDAS

Cool! I’ll hit IT up soon!

The guys laugh. At the end of the night, Judas left with Sue.

                                            [It's A Wrap!]

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Episode 10

Is Pimping Wrong

Studying history will help us to understand the world we live in. There have been many evil people who walked the earth, but the pimp is the worst form of human life known to man.

Sadly, there are some “prostitutes” who follow a pimp simply because it is what they were taught to do. The pimp doesn’t even have to convince the youngsters to join his flock, and once the victim is introduced into the pimps world, it becomes difficult to escape. The game is changing more than ever. Males have also decided to sell their souls in order to provide for the pimps; it’s quite insane. I am talking about “straight” men who work for pimps. How the hell does that happen?

Watching the prostitutes stroll into the pimp’s palace and give him their hard earned money is always difficult for me. I do my best to try and turn a blind-eye, but I am realistic enough to know what the ways of a pimp. It’s the sadness felt by a Jewish kid who is sitting on the front stoop, playing with a top while peering into the neighbor’s massive front window and watching little Christian Ricky opening his wonderful gifts as he sits under the shadow of the large Christmas tree.

In previous posts, I joked about wanting to be a pimp, but I just don’t have the heart to do it. I think I would be extremely successful because the game is pretty simple. First, you find a young person who is impressionable and you persuade him or her to do as you command; the key is to sell them the idea of a prosperous future. I come across these feeble minded young citizens of the world on a daily basis and I always feel like the anti-Tin Man; I think to myself, “If I only (didn’t have) a heart,” I could make millions. (Mentioning the Wizard of Oz reminds me of the rumor of the hanging munchkin; who knows if it is true? YouTube it!)

Preying on the young will ensure that the pimp’s empire will continue to thrive; the young ones with father issues are a pimp’s golden ticket. The pimp will also use the elder and more seasoned prostitutes to show the newcomers the ropes. The guidance of a veteran is the best way to ensure that a novice will remain loyal. They say, “pimpin’ ain’t easy, and they are not lying.” (The competition for Johns is a fierce one!)

A pimp spends a great deal of time preparing a new prostitute to be a successful earner, but there is no honor among these “gentlemen.” Pimps wear distinctive clothing because they want to be identifiable to other “prostitutes,” and the best new additions for any pimp are those who are well versed in the game. Pimps desperately attempt to increase their stable by depleting the number of a competitor’s flock. (The pimps call this swap, “checking a ho!”)

Pimps are the scum of the earth! This is not my opinion; it is a known fact. No offense to anyone who has a pimp for a father. I’m sure he is a great guy once you get to know him. Plus, there are those in his “flock“ who deserve to be “corrected” every so often when they step out of line, if you get my drift. I have no problem with anyone who chooses to give away their souls by joining such a “business;” people are free to choose their own destinies. To me, the “prostitutes” are not to blame; they simply don’t know any better. (I place the word prostitute in quotations because I don’t like the title. I prefer to call those who seek a pimp’s instruction, the misguided!)

Pimps are the lowest humans on the totem pole. They lack the ability to care for others and only worry about themselves. They provide absolutely nothing for the many hard workers who have been brainwashed by their game, and only promise future happiness. It is truly sad to watch a misguided person suffer through unimaginable pains, with the unrealistic goal of things getting better at a later date. I’ve heard about the wonderful super hero who flies around the world saving all the prostitutes who are under the spell of pimps. When is Captain Save-A-Ho going to make his way to Boston? (We need him desperately!)

I once spoke to a former misguided prostitute. She admitted that she was brainwashed by the persuasive pimp. She actually believed the pimp cared for her and loved her. No matter how many times she was abused she continued to work for the pimp. In fact, she worked harder the more she suffered.  She believed every word her pimp spoke, regardless of how ridiculous he sounded. She worked her ass off to provide him with a better life, but she had nothing to show for her loyalty. Luckily for her, she had a sobering moment and removed herself from the horrible situation. I was filled with joy to hear her survival story, but those who remained under the pimp’s spell hated her for turning her back on their master!

Pimps basically capture the misguided. Even though the victims know they are free to leave, they remain; I think it has something to do with the Stockholm Syndrome. A pimp always talks about love, but they don’t understand what the word means. You would think the misguided prostitute will eventually figure out that she is not welcome in the house of the pimp unless money is collected. The sad part is the competition that exists between the misguided. Those who fail to “keep up with the payments,” will be chastised by the group. It’s bad enough the pimp will feels the need to punish the “slacker,” but the others should try to support one another. (It seems pretty obvious to me, but the prostitutes can’t figure out that the pimps love is based on the money!)

I wish pimps would admit their chosen “profession,” but they hate to be called a pimp. A pimp will be quick to say, “there is no shame in my game,” but the truth is, he has great shame. The misguided follow orders and never use the term pimp; they prefer more affectionate terms such as “father.” I guess the pimp replaces the daddy who abandoned them. (Listen to John Mayer; the guy is a great singer and he knows what he is talking about. “Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do!)

I once asked a pimp about his aspirations and he mentioned Benedict. At first, I thought of Benedict Arnold, but he was talking about the Pope.  (It’s true; the Pope is the biggest pimp in the world. Too bad there isn’t a “god” to make him pay for his earthly sins!)

I don’t give pimps the satisfaction of allowing them their hidden identities. I refuse to use their chosen misnomers. You are not a priest, deacon, preacher, pastor, or minister; you are a pimp. Do me a favor and stop preying on the weak; people work hard for their money. They call your business the oldest profession. I haven’t seen you work a day in your life; you cold-hearted snake. (Are those Custom Gators on your feet under your priestly vestments? Must be nice; pimps make me sick!)

When I think about the voluntary church “donations,” I am always reminded by Ice Cube’s song When I Get To Heaven. Here are some of the lines which have always stuck with me:

  1. “The devil made you a slave, and he gave you a bible.”
  2. “Cause I see, cause I know, the church ain’t nothing but a fashion show.”
  3. “You’re waiting for the devil to come from the ground, clown, take a look around.”
  4. “’god’ is a killer from the start, why you think Noah had to build his Ark.”
  5. “So Mr. Preacher, if I couldn’t pay my tides, do I have to…wait outside?”

Yes, Mr. Preacher, do we have to wait outside if we don’t have our mandatory donations. I honestly never understood how people could give a church ten percent of their earnings, watch the pastor wear expensive clothing and drive expensive cars to his large manse, while they continue to struggle to remain above the poverty line. Yes Mr. Preacher, your “god” has provided a great deal for you. What about the people in the pews? Does your “god” not see them? (Maybe I’m wrong, but the whole concept seems a little “pimpy” to me!)

I guess the pimp’s hand is very strong. Who am I to help the pimp’s followers see the truth? To those who continue to follow blindly, it’s pretty simple; kneel obediently before your pimp and service his lord!

By the grace of “god,” I have been pimp free since ’93! I chose that year because it rhymes!

@peteTeix617

These Things Happen

In this post, I hope to clear up some misconceptions. I also want to give a better understanding of why I think the way I do.

For some reason, there are those who seem to think that I am some angry, bitter person who writes in order to take out my frustrations on all that is godly and good. This probably stems from the fact that I cut through the bullshit and speak in terms of what is actually happening in the real world. I haven’t gone through any traumatic life changing experiences which hardened my heart and caused me to be anti-everything. Yes, I almost died in a car accident, but I recovered and I am enjoying every day; the incident could have turned out much worse. I’ve also lost loved ones, but there is nothing I can do to bring anyone back, so I feel it is pointless to worry about “what could have been.” The sooner a person is able to move on from tragedy, the better life will be. (Remember the good times, not the Titans!) I have the ability to move on from any situation because I accept things for what they are…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

Every single post I write is the result of me observing human behavior; I never write out of anger. In fact, I am usually laughing uncontrollably at some of the material. (I truly enjoy the creative process.) Some people assume that I have an agenda to make others convert to my way of thinking, but I am simply sharing my views. People are free to believe what they want. (There is no shame in being wrong.)

As far as “god” is concerned, my atheism comes from education. I don’t have any ax to grind and I don’t blame “god” for my accident; I just know he doesn’t exist. I guess I am able to think the way I do because I like who I am. I enjoy life and I don’t seek-out happiness through others. If this seems like a foreign concept to you, it’s probably because you don’t like who you are and you are trying to be someone else, in order to please others. BE YOURSELF! If people don’t like you, everything will be OK…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

I am no introvert, but I can find entertainment in any situation, even if I am alone. When it comes to having a vivid imagination, I take the cake. Imagine some of the creativity on this blog, and multiply it by a million; I like my company. (I never understood what the hell “takes the cake” means. Who the heck takes a cake?) I can recall having to hide my face at funerals because I was laughing. I have so many random thoughts running through my mind, which causes me to find humor in every single situation. It seems that my brain is always geared towards comedy.

THESE THINGS HAPPEN is a motto that I live by, and it allows me to move on after any situation. I’m not heartless…I’m practical. I live in the moment and acknowledge the fact that any hardship that I may suffer, pales in comparison to what others around the world may be going through. I have a great life and I do my best not to “sweat the small stuff!” My plan is to move to LA. Maybe something will occur which causes me to abort the mission; no one knows what will happen in the future so why waste your time worrying? The one thing I can be certain of, is the fact that I will be fine regardless of what happens.

Some of my posts may cause people to think that I lack the ability to be compassionate, but that’s an incorrect assumption. (We all know what happens when we assume…Just kidding!) I understand that people have their problems, but this world doesn’t revolve around each individual’s hardships. People have to grasp reality or the real world will swallow them up. (By the real world, I am not talking about MTV’s hit series.)

Sometimes I find it difficult to care about the trivial problems of the average American, when people all over the world are living in unimaginable poverty. I get it, your boss is a “jerk-face” who doesn’t appreciate all of the hard work that you perform and your co-workers are worthless idiots. Not to mention all of your haters. It’s just difficult for me to care about your complaints when there are women suffering through extreme conditions in India. No matter what horrible un-imaginable hardship that you are faced with, I can give you an example of how your situation can be a lot worst. (Remember that the earth revolves around the sun, not your life!)

How am I supposed to care about your gripes, when Indian women are forced into prostitution in order to earn enough money to feed their malnourished children? Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the fact that the customers, mostly male truck drivers, refuse to use condoms due to a lack of education. These men only pay a quarter one some occasions, and there are many children who are born with AIDS. The latest numbers revealed that 85% of working girls are infected…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

I know it may sound like the last paragraph was directed at a specific complainer, but it wasn’t; I am speaking in general. Everyone needs to realize what actually occurs in this world and stop acting like they are going through real hardships. I can write about other atrocities in this world, but I’m sure people get the picture.

One of the most unnecessary and time consuming complaints has to do with “haters.” All of the sudden, this world is filled with haters. Everyone is so important and they have these haters that no one else can seem to find; stop reading into everything that others write or say. (Your haters exist in your head! Stop blaming imaginary haters for your lack of drive and ambition.) Your professor wasn’t a hater and he or she isn’t a racist. You half-assed your paper and you received the grade that you deserved…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

If you see a comment from someone else who you determine is a directed at you, let it go. If the person is too much of a coward to speak about you directly, why would you care about their opinion? People waste so much energy on negativity and fail focus on the things which will actually benefit their lives. You might also hear what a hater may or may not have said, from a third party. Again, if the person doesn’t say it to you, let it go. Don’t concern yourselves with the words of the weak. (Pride will always be the detriment of success. Humble yourselves and do what must be done to accomplish goals.)

If you actually work hard and gain success, never rub it in the faces of those who you perceive to be a hater. Don’t acknowledge those who wish to see you fail; kill them with kindness. Classless is the person who is ungraceful in triumph. Don’t allow the naysayers to believe that they motivated you to improve yourself; the desire to be at your best should come from within. (Sports are different. Although it is classless for athletes to be arrogant winners, I strongly condone the behavior. Celebrate however you see fit—you earned it!)

There are people in this world who have no chance to succeed because they are filled with negativity. Allow them to retard their own progress in life and move forward. Acknowledging their doubtful words, or responding to any of their nonsense, brings you down to their level. There are too many people worrying about others hating on them…let go of the gibberish. When you complain about haters, you make yourself seem petty.

It seems like the people who are always involved in useless drama, are those who “have haters.” It’s truly amusing how drama seems to always find the same individuals. It’s time to take a long look in the mirror and realize that there is one common denominator…YOU! I do my best to remove myself from drama, because I truly don’t care; people come and people go. (This may seem harsh, but it’s true. There is no need to have someone in your life who is constantly trying to bring you down. Let that person ruin someone else’s life!)

I also never hear any negative words spoken about me. I’m not saying it doesn’t happen; I simply don’t care to know. I also don’t read into every single tweet or status update looking for a hidden meaning. If person A says, “people with blue shirts are losers,” I don’t try and recall an incident in which I had on a blue shirt in the company of person A. The posting was not about me because my name was not mentioned. (Do you see how easy it is to avoid the drama? Some people seem to seek out the drama because it keeps them feeling relevant; a truly sad fact.)

I am against allowing emotions to guide the decision making process because emotions cloud judgment. I understand that everyone has emotions. (Yes, even me.) There is nothing that can be done to prevent things from happening. There is a tradition of making people feel guilty for moving on, which is ridiculous. Dealing with the loss of a loved one is a personal matter…GRIEVE HOWEVER YOU SEE FIT! Here is an example of the negative effects caused by emotions and traditional expectations.

Scenario 1:

Darren is a star football player for his small town high school. His dad has been his biggest supporter, and next Friday will be the most important game of the season. Darren is good, but he is not a top recruit. Luckily, the head coach from the state University will be in attendance and Darren has an opportunity to receive a scholarship. Dad drives Darren to and from practice each and every day, and he is extremely excited for the upcoming game.

On Monday, Darren returns home from a hard practice and finds out that his dad was involved in an accident at work; he died. The funeral is set for Friday, and Darren has a tough decision to make; he can either play in the game or attend the funeral. What should Darren do? (Yes, I named the kid Darren because I am watching the Broncos lose and I hate McFadden!)

For me the solution is simple. Darren should continue to practice and only grieve when he is home with his family. Darren should play in the game and skip the funeral. “Why?” Because attending the funeral is unnecessary. It’s a ritual which only pleases others; his dad is in a wooden box. More than likely, the dad no longer exists; even if there is life after death, he would much rather watch his son play in the game than watch him cry at the funeral. Others may think Darren should attend the funeral, but others are wrong. (Others are usually always wrong. THINK FOR YOURSELF!) Don’t allow emotions to cloud judgment. Darren worked his whole life for his dreams and he should not throw everything away for some silly ritual. (Yes, the entire concept of funerals is a silly one.)

Detaching oneself from emotions is difficult, but necessary if you want to avoid the pitfalls of life. Tonight, my beloved Denver Broncos lost to our hated rivals, but I am fine with the results. I love our new defense, and I believe that the offense will clean things up and perform better. More importantly, I have all that I require to live comfortably in this world! Football (NFL) is only a game. Enjoy the trash-talk and drink responsibly. Always try to look on the positive side…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

**College football is way more than just a game!**

P.S. If at any point, while you were reading this entry, you felt as if I am talking indirectly about you, YOU ARE RETARDED. I hope this post was enlightening, but if it wasn’t…THESE THINGS HAPPEN!

@PeteTeix617

German Engineering

People are on an unending quest to find the best solutions to life’s challenging problems. (If only it was as easy as copying the answers from the test paper of the student sitting beside you!) The companionship of a trusted sage, one with several resolutions, is optimal for living a fruitful life. Lucky are those who can decipher life’s mysteries for themselves, for they are the best of the species.

There is no task more daunting than running a modern day country. America has always been considered the world’s lone Super Power, but the country’s budget crisis may prove to bring on a collapse. (Looks like we’ll all need to learn to speak Chinese soon! I think we owe China a Brazillion Dollars! Instead of going with Gazillion or Bazillion, I chose to use Brazillion…doesn’t that just make the budget deficit sound a lot sexier?)

One country that seems to always get it right, at least since The Second World War, is Germany. The victorious Allied Forces placed sanctions on the German Republic, restricting the nation’s military spending. The sanctions, once thought to be a huge hindrance, turned out to be a “blessing in disguise.” The Germans focused on their economy and the pursuit of new technological advancements. The statement ‘German Engineering’ carries a great deal of weight. German appliances are among the world’s best and their automobiles are in a class above the rest. Mercedes, BMW, and Audi are the top luxury brands, and the Deutsche Bank Group is one of the top financial institutions in the world. It’s obvious to me that the United States of America can learn a lot from the Germany.

The Germans have also made great strides when it comes to women’s rights. The country is headed by a female Chancellor. Angela Merkel was elected in 2005, and has led the German Republic to greater heights.

Just when you think the Germans were done creating new innovations, THEY SURPRISE US ONCE MORE! The Germans have made advances to the world’s oldest profession…PROSTITUTION!

*****DAS PROSTITUTION!!!*****

     “What advances have been made?” I’ll tell you!

First of all, prostitution is legal in Germany. “What?” Yes, you heard exactly what I said! Let me reiterate…PROSTITUTION IS LEGAL IN GERMANY! Yesterday’s post about assumption was meant to teach a lesson. Don’t assume that the Germans are pro-prostitution; the complete opposite is true. The law was enacted in 2002, but the negative stigma which comes with being a prostitute remains, and most of the “working women” conceal their true identities.

“Why do the Germans allow prostitution?” Because the Germans understand the fact that prostitutes are people too; they deserve rights! Germany is probably the Brothel capital of the world! (Trip to Berlin, anyone?)

“Great, the Germans allow prostitution. That’s not anything new; there are other countries with legalized prostitution. What’s all this fuss about German superiority?” I wasn’t finished!

Let me see. Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh yeah, I remember. I wanted to discuss the newest German innovation. The German City of Bonn, the former capital of West Germany, is the location of the world’s foremost genius, Lord Mayor Jürgen Nimptsch. (Just the fact that he is called Lord Mayor is amazing enough to me! How can you not like the Germans after learning that little tidbit of information?) There are several German cities which collect a tax from the prostitutes, but Bonn takes the collection process to new heights. According to Nicholas Kulish of the New York Times, the city has installed street meters to collect the taxes from the “street walkers.”

Kulish reports that each prostitute must use the meters to collect a ticket for a small fee of about nine US dollars. The ticket gives the women authorization to work the streets for the night.

“Under the new meter system, street prostitutes must purchase the tickets to work between the hours of 8:15 p.m. and 6 a.m. Leaflets explaining the system, translated into several languages, are handed out to the prostitutes. After one warning, a sex worker caught working without a ticket would be fined up to $145.” –Kulish

One of my favorite aspects of legalized prostitution in Bonn is the fact that the city provides specialized garages where “Johns” can park their cars and enjoy sex with the prostitutes. (I understand tricks are called johns because the term originates from the name John Doe, which is used for any anonymous man, but the moniker doesn’t seem fair to men named John. I, myself, have never known anyone who is named John that actually solicited a woman for sex! **WINK**) Kulish’s article, ‘In Germany, Sex Workers Feed a Meter,’ is filled with some interesting numbers. I suggest reading it!

How can I not show the Lord Mayor’s picture?

     I don’t know about you, but I’ve been brushing up on my German! “Ich ube mein Deutsch, weil Prostituierte in Berlin geben Rabatte fur Manner, die die sprache sprechen!” (Yes, if you follow me on twitter I copied the quote from one of my earlier tweets! I don’t always tweet, but when I do…it’s outrageous! Stay Thirsty my friends! To quote Cash Money’s, Juve the Great, “Follow me now, if you want get on!”)

***”But you forgot to write your twitter name!” Are you FUCKING kidding me? IT’S AT THE END OF EVERY SINGLE BLOG POST!***

     I’ll share my favorite prostitution joke since we are discussing the topic.

Man: “If no one could ever find out, would you sleep with a billionaire for one billion dollars?”

Woman: “ONE BILLION DOLLARS? Hell yeah!”

Man: “What if he only offered you five hundred million?”

Woman: “Yeah, that’s still a lot of money.”

Man: “Yeah, I agree. What about a hundred million?”

Woman: “I would be able to do a lot with one hundred million, yeah!”

Man: “Would you sleep with me for fifty bucks?”

Woman: “No, are you crazy?”

Man: “Why not?”

Woman: “Because I’m not a prostitute!”

Man: “We already established that you are a prostitute. We are simply negotiating the price!”

*****Gets them every time! OUCH!*****

     Perform your civic duty and contact your State Representatives. We need to follow the example of the great German Lord Mayor! Prostitution in the United States of America must be legalized and taxed. I am now a proponent of using Lord Mayor Jürgen Nimptsch’s new meter system. Let us do our part and make this world a better place! (If you want the CHANGE that Barrack Obama promised, you have to stand up and fight. Prostitution is not going to legalize herself! *Feminizing prostitution is not sexist. I think!*)

Although I often joke, and tweet about my affinity for prostitution, I have never actually paid a woman for sex. Well, except for the occasional dinner or movie date prior to performing “the lord’s work.” That’s not prostitution, RIGHT?

@PeteTeix617