Question of the day was: does Dean Cain have no balls, or is he just a bad actor? (Pretty boys trying to be tough)

I entertained an abbreviated misfortune this weekend.

It could have been worse. I could have been forced to sit through the entirety of Hallmark’s tedious Operation Cupcake, starring former pretty boy heartthrob, Dean Cain, of the 90′s chickdrama, Lois And Clark.

In this respect, it could have been worse, but I should not spend much time shooting holes in the typical Hallmark whitewashed, bland offering that only serves to fill an afternoon and soothe a frayed sense of modern female disembodiment. Nah, I won’t spend time talking about how bad this movie is. This movie belongs to that singular genre of tired small screen vapid drama so utterly bad that discussing its lack of artistry is akin to shooting fish in a pitcher of Brita filtered water.

The movie is bad, but who doesn’t know this, even those who like this type of thing?

Dean Cain stars as a military Colonel who is home for leave from his overseas station while his superiors decide whether to promote him to General. His return home is fraught with anguish and torment because the civilian life he encounters is nothing like what he was prepared for after serving so many years in the harsh military. His wife owns a bakery, and she is opening a second as the movie begins. Cain’s character, Griff Carson (yes, that is the name the writers blew out their collective uncreative asses), finds the new home and its insular family life a difficult fit. He is an interloper in the pussy-footed, feminized civilian world of foodies and baked goods.

Trashy plot aside, what struck me most was the presentation of Griff Carson and all the incongruencies that his televised character displayed. Much of Carson’s character is a deterrent textbook that men should watch carefully while assiduously jotting notes.

Dean Cain is asked to assume the macho role of a lifetime soldier and all the curt stoicism, no-nonsense gruffness that comes with it. Dean Cain fattened (bulked) up, apparently. His face expanded precipitously and it seems he hit the weights. His face lost any sense of chiseled masculinity, but somewhere behind those fleshy mounds, he maintained those pretty boy looks from 20 years ago. He has muscled up and in terms of physique, anyone could accept he might be a military man. No problem with this leap of faith…

…until we hear and watch Dean Cain (aka, Griff) in action.

This lumbering macho Army man suddenly becomes a restrained, repressed and over-civilized choppy Eurasian man. To watch Dean Cain sadly assume the role of a masculine man is to finally realize that a man’s bearing is truly his path to pussy riches or cock neediness. In Cain’s case, I can’t imagine it is anything but cock neediness. In fact, his personal life seems fraught with non-relationships lacking notable or praiseworthy acclaim for a man of his aesthetic gifts. In other words, if I had this dude’s looks, I would be getting laid 365 days a year by 365 different women, and perhaps, if I was feeling benevolent, I might let one of them slip in twice to account for leap years. This guy should not have a problem creating a steady stream of sexual buzz.


Alas, theres seems to be little buzz aside from suicidal country singers and cast off beauty pageant contestants. This is no surprise.

Listen to the man comport himself in this “Operation Cupcake” promo. Mind you, this is the career soldier who is trained to face down death, right?

His mannerisms and speech betray the fact that Cain has no masculine bone in his body. He is a pretty boy who never learned to be dirty and rough and his lineage probably contributed strongly to producing a pampered, sensitive boy who never learned to project his manhood. There are a few clips in this promo that spotlight the utter lack of rakishness this really good-looking guy is afflicted with, and hence his dearth of manly rambunctiousness.

He speaks and acts like a man who must behave, a man who is worried about appearing too strong. Pretty face, no balls.

Men, the take away: MAN is shaped and expanded by his fearlessness, not by his sparkling eyes.

Posted in L3

The Highest Goal; the Lowest Goal. High Mind and Esteem, or Low Mind and Baseness. What do you choose?

The goal is not money, a house, a car, a retirement package that can support a Third World village for a year, a shiny office with title to match.

These are not goals.

They are byproducts of a diligent life well lived and selfless fortitude mixed with good doses of self-sacrifice. But objects and money are not goals, for anyone can share such “aims.”

Your goal as a person of High Mind and Esteem should be to dive into Life with courage and relentless pursuit of experience. Your goal is to milk each day, each moment, for all they offer without paying heed to the nagging, dehumanizing cultural admonition that material success is the only worthwhile end. The goal is to garner wisdom through victory and failure, the goal is to take each moment and nourish it with your own personal dose of curious exploitation.

Conversely, your goal as a person of Low Mind and Baseness is to fill your life with over-sized objects of glitter and gold, and other more illusory shadowy beacons of egotism.

The problem with Low goals is that they are only a means to an end and are burdened with the oppressive weight of an empty, utilitarian soul. Low goals never rise beyond, and they only encourage stunting of the human spirit. The High goal is discarded, or more commonly, never recognized.

Posted in L7

Bring on the Trampoline Tramps!

I can’t stop watching this video!!

It’s so magnetic. It’s not even sensual. It’s just unadulterated animal lunging scooping out every trace of your last carnal pleasure.

This video lulls me with its high energy frenzied dynamite beat of racing limbs and bent thighs arching machine-gun like in razor thrusts of gooey ecstasy.

I want meself a Trampoline Tramp! Check out the burst of female jackhammer action shortly after the one minute mark. C’mon guys…tell me you wouldn’t like to feel some of that rat-a-tat-tat pussy envelopment as you lounge back in your well-worn mattress.

Posted in L2

The Univision clip that is going viral and which I fell for this morning seems fake. I challenge someone to prove otherwise.

I’m convinced the video I posted this morning is fake…a staged maneuver by ideologues who resorted to tired stereotypes that even I fell for!

I believe it might have been staged by this man. But I have an open mind. Prove to me that this reporter is real. In a way, I hope this is not fake because otherwise it means the anti-illegal immigration crowd is truly naive and desperate for a voice.

Who is the mystery reporter???

mystery reporter

I don’t question it because I disagree with the sentiments of the Black man in the video. I feel he staged this…someone did. I agree with the staged opinions, and my only motive in questioning this is to rebuke disingenuous dialogue and staged scenes that feed on lazy generalizations to make a point.

Now I’m willing to accept this video as fact, however, I demand:

*Proof of the reporter’s name
*Proof she works for Univision

That’s all.

Posted in L3

Channel 34 Univision reporter accuses man of being a “ressis” and gets owned.

More cringe-worthy refuse from those who purport to be “my” people and march empty-headed into the regurgitated sphere of irrelevant talking points, meandering non sequiturs and brainless leaps of logic.

Between her horrendous, stereotypical accent and grammar and embarrassing debate style, this reporter made quite a showing for herself. I have no idea the context, but this appears to be (I’m assuming) Los Angeles and the network is Univision’s local outlet, Channel 34. The subject at hand is an interview of two anti-illegal immigration protesters, one who appears to have been hurt.

Ah! More fodder to make most Mexican-Americans appear to be ignorant illegal immigration apologists whose only rebuttal to any person who argues against illegal immigration must involve a nonsensical string of Spanglish inanities and trite accusations.

Posted in L5

Why do you hate people so, I argued with myself. Mmm…this? I answered.

Because we are one teeming, obnoxious race of lemmings, diving into (or getting splashed by) the water like biologically robotic rodents.

Final sentence in bold for irony.

The death of an 18-year-old Scottish man in a flooded quarry is being linked to the “ice bucket challenge.”

Cameron Lancaster, of Burntisland, Fife, died Sunday. Emergency services — Police Scotland, the Scottish Fire and Rescue Service, and the Scottish Ambulance Service — were called to Preston Hill Quarry near Inverkeithing after he disappeared at around 5 p.m. His body was recovered at around 9 p.m. after four hours underwater.

In a statement, Lancaster’s family said: “Cameron died in a tragic accident. His death is such a great loss. During his short life, he touched so many people with his friendliness, kindness and thoughtful generosity of spirit. He will be hugely missed by his family and friends. The family are finding it hard to come to terms with this sudden loss and would ask for privacy.”

Although the exact circumstances of Lancaster’s death are yet to be established, locals say youths have been “tomb-stoning” into the quarry in a new take on the “ice bucket challenge,” which has gone viral recently. Usually participants are drenched in freezing buckets of water for charity.

Local councillor Alice McGarry said: “There are rumors and speculation that this tragedy is linked to the ice bucket challenge. Some children have been jumping off the cliffs at the quarry. They have always done that, but it seems there has been a recent increase because of this challenge. There is no confirmation at this stage, but that is what we think has happened. I saw a video of another boy jumping from one of the edges last week so this could be related.”

Wilma Sutherland, 41, told The Independent: “I asked my son who’s 15 if he had heard anything, and he told me that a young guy had taken part in the ice bucket challenge and then jumped in the quarry and didn’t come up. It’s a popular spot for swimming, and I’ve seen lots of teenagers jumping in.”

A police spokesman said: “Inquiries are under way to establish the full circumstances of what happened, and Police Scotland’s thoughts are with the family.”

The ice bucket challenge started as a way to raise money for motor neuron disease. Thousands of people including celebrities such as Victoria Beckham, President George W. Bush, and many others, though critics have claimed most participants simply want to take part without donating money.

Ironically the co-founder of the ALS ice bucket challenge, Corey Griffin, drowned following a diving accident on Aug. 16.

Posted in L2

Suge Knight is still alive?

Suge Knight apparently is the latest victim in a long series of life imitates art hip hop instances of unrestrained Hennessy-laden thuggery and violence.

Funny thing, when I first saw this, I assumed it was an old story because I thought he had been killed once, ages ago, but it’s probably another Black music industry gangster, but I guess Suge Knight has been alive and kicking all these years!

Aren’t all these rappers dead? I thought so.

These people are living proof that wealth does not buy humanity; it only reinforces its absence.

Posted in L1

Glimpses of flesh, the most sensual music video ever.

This 3-year-old video from Montreal psych-rockers, Suuns, featuring their single, Pie IX, is the hottest, most sexy music video ever. The actress, nude, porcelain, glimpsed through dancing layers of lit/darkened alternations of teasing and unfulfilled carnal temptation is much hotter than any flagrant, in your face, twerking, big-ass ghetto mama rapping out tired recitations of urban bling fixations.

Posted in L2

The Great Icy Tit Challenge! In search of a noble cause.

I’m constitutionally unable to appreciate this Ice Bucket Challenge stupidity.

It’s not that I don’t care about ALS or Lou Gehrig or whatever bullshit this social circus is about. Of course it’s great that people raise money for disease research as they see fit. But for heaven’s sake, man, just write a check and spare me the dense theatrics. How many morons must I see waiting apprehensively in plastic chairs just before a bucket of ice water is poured over their head. I’m sick of it. I can’t relate to the way people comport themselves in order to boast proudly and conspicuously that they are taking steps to improve the state of the human race! It’s a fool’s show! Hear my altruistic roar across the throbbing egotistical pulses of Facebook and Youtube!

It’s the Ice Bucket Challenge; I challenge you to do something meaningless just to prove you are giving money away.


So anyway, I heard that the hot, cocksucking-lips slut, Taylor Swift, succumbed to the Challenge idiocy. The thought of Taylor drenched in ice cold water sorta stirred by loins, I gotta say.

Taylor ice

Oh yeah. Too bad the photo sucks.

Now then. Unfortunately, tragically even, something else came along which put the figurative ice water all over my horny embers. Goodbye Taylor, hello Lena!

Lena ice

Oh god. For all forces of fleshy good, there are evil counterforces waiting to assault your gentle eyes behind the protrusion of distended swimwear and legions of alabaster cellulite.

But alas, I saw another ice bucket challenge female participant in my “personal realm” and it occurred to me that this tedious collective adventure of do-goody-ism might actually be channeled into a productive, and if nothing else, visually pleasing, spin-off from the Ice Bucket Challenge. I shall call it the Great Icy Tit Challenge.

I shall gather the most pleasing photos of women raising money to fight paralysis and catalog them for another charity: male depravity.

Let the fun begin!

ice challenge


There is this from a Youtube video.

icy whoops

And this. Unfortunately, it appears some women have foreseen the inadvertent arousal their wet body may provide to ogres like me, so they flatten that shit out with a chastity (sports) bra. :(

ice challenge more

Meh. Not all tits are created equal, but still, can’t go wrong with a wet female body splashing around…

icy pink

Posted in L5

Millions of people don’t care: the death of our economic models.

This video is…rad. Dude.

This is my glib response to The End Of Everything As We Know It.

Technology, and its voracious beneficiary, automation, will make human involvement obsolete. The writing is so clearly splashed across the wall. Who can deny this? Even my mother, who has been somewhat resistant to the notion of a technological displacement of humans, is coming around thanks to my persistent badgering and citations in the news.

“Automation” is a trend that stretches back thousands of years but which is exponentially accelerating now. It is not unimaginable that in 25 or 50 years the human workforce will have shrunk 25% or more.

This is a human condition: the human condition of laziness and sloth and gullibility at the novel. A condition of conformity and herd thinking. Humans will render themselves obsolete simply because they are helpless to think or doubt the onward rush of passive reality.

What will happen to society?

I see two outcomes, neither of which are mutually exclusive.

1) We will slowly succumb to a bland world of homogeneity and lack of differentiation. We will ascend in a blurry, nondescript crescendo of monochromatic monotony. I credit the novel The Giver with having the fantastic foresight to envision such a world of inhuman sterility. A world in which nothing is extraordinary or terrible. We will forsake the joyous in order to achieve a middling equilibrium absent the terrible. At the 2:50 mark in the video, the narrator tells us something that embodies this human urgency to live an orderly world of soulless recursion: “Or take the hundreds of thousands of baristas employed worldwide. There’s a barista robot coming for them. Sure, maybe your guy makes the double mocha whatever just perfect and you’d never trust anyone else, but, millions of people don’t care!” Human obsolescence will also spell the end of excellence and taste and hierarchical differentiation.

2) The second outcome is more nebulous and something I’ve batted around personally for a while. It’s of such abstruse origins that I have difficulty articulating it because in fact, it is so alien to our current paradigm that it eludes comprehension. I believe automation will, of course, render most jobs obsolete and the result will be ensuing generations of people with nothing but time on their hands and an industrial base that gets richer and more efficient but must face a rapidly shrinking customer base (because no one can afford anything!) Consequently, the familiar paradigm of supply and demand and its ideological offshoots of capitalism, socialism, communism, etc, will become obsolete themselves. With the supply and demand framework slowly vanishing, the evolved human duality of give and need will be meaningless as well. Once again, human evolution will face a bend in the road where the past does not benefit the needs of the present. The winner/loser dichotomy, alpha/beta, master/slave, consumer/supplier…all these established polarities will shift and disappear. We will map a new way to survive and enable a survival paradigm in our new society, because ultimately, human social evolution is genius and astronomically adaptable. It will find ways we can’t imagine now as we are mired in the 1-dimensional palate of zero sum complementary human nature and invention.

Posted in L5