DOG TAGS

The black edges are rubber so that they don't jingle together during tactical operations.

Also, dog tags are very handy if you're having sexytime with another Marine and he needs choking.

 

BREAKING NEWS: PHILLY HIRES 14 YEAR OLD MOTORCYCLE COP

 

NICO FROM BELGIUM & HIS BLOWJOB LIPS

 

I also kinda love his chocolate milk mustache.

THE AMERICAN KLEPTOCRACY

We really have turned into a shameless kleptocracy and fraudster nation filled with crooks and grifters at all levels.

Soooooo my pops goes to Enterprise Rent-Car to pick up a car for the day while his is in the shop and while he has the car he takes it over to Kroger to do some grocery shopping.  While there some dipshit scratches the driver's side door and doesn't leave a note with their info (of course!).

So when Dad turns the car in he points out the scratch and the car rental manager says that's not that horrible and my Dad offers to pay for it right then and there.  Rental manager says it'll cost about 500 bucks and my pops says fine, put it on my card.

All done.  Right?

WRONG!

A month later pops gets his credit card bill and there's a charge from Enterprise on it for a repair --- price ------$8,900!

Dad calls them up and says that their own manager agreed to bill him $500 for the damage and he points out that a verbal agreement in Kentucky is binding.  

So they say, "OK, we'll take $4,000."

To which Dad told them to go fuck themselves.

To which they said, "OK, we'll take $2,100."

{Pro-tip: if someone sends you a bill and you tell them to get fucked and they keep knocking down what they'll take until they're willing to take 24% of what they originally billed you.....that person or company is a fraudster.}

Anyways, Dad told them to go fuck themselves (again) and they turned him over to a collection agent who sent him a bill for.........

$6,000!

The people and companies who behave like this are all Making America Great Again.

DINING IN REAR

 

TRUMP..........

 Now...let me say this about that......

 

*Sweeping generalizations to come*

 

America is my second home.

I am ¼ American.

I have family in rural Oregon.

My Ima’s (Mother’s) Father was a WWII GI in the Pacific Arena.

He was awarded a Silver Star for single handedly over-running a Japanese machine gun emplacement.

He would be DISGUSTED at what happened last week.

 

Trump??? AGAIN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

 

Now, I’m not a genius. But I also am no intellectual lightweight.

With what he did, with what he promised, with all we know, with all the felony charges, and who he is....... YOU all voted for him again.

 

“Oh, not me Damien!”

 

Some 65 % of white women and 73 % of white man (of exit polling ... yeah, I know) voted for him.

The convicted sexual offender / rapist, embezzler of child cancer funds... you all voted for him again.

America is a failed nation.  You have learned nothing from your past and care nothing for your future.

AND this supposed Christian nation cares nothing for its neighbor.  You all would rather have HIM than a Woman of Color who worked hard for you all and had a plan for a prosperous future.

What.  The Actual.  Fuck.

No no, that isn’t a question.

 

You people love to hate, more than you love to hope.

That’s it. In a nutshell. Your hatred is far more precious to you than a prosperous nation for all.

And here is the kick in the cajones, he will ruin this country for all but the uber wealthy.  THAT INCLUDES YOU WHITE TRASH MORONS WHO VOTED FOR HIM. My family in Oregon included – who I now have cut all ties with.

Your Social Security. Healthcare. Medicare. Stock Market. 401K’s.  ALL FUCKED!!!

You did it knowing who he was. You did it knowing he is a moron. You did it knowing everything.

You did it because you didn’t want brown / black / LGBTQ / and “others” to potentially have more than you.

What a fucking small cock you are.

 

Thank you, America.

Thank you for being exactly what the world thinks you are.

A retarded racist with small dick syndrome.

 

My marriage is now in danger.

My path to citizenship is now in danger.

*I* as a Gay Jewish foreigner am now in greater danger.

And, only two days after the election results we became – again – the laughing stock of the world. “What borders stupidity? Mexico and Canada.”

 

This country used to lead the world.

Not now. Not for quite a while. It is so sad.

This once great nation I love is nothing more than a bully who got beaten up by his victim, and is sitting in a dark corner regurgitating his hatred, self-pity and sense of failure over and over like stale mouthfuls of cud.

 

Disgusting and abhorrent.

 

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

 

And.................... yeah......... FUCK YOU!

 

This nation should let Britain take it over. THEY could do a better job.

And that’s in spite of their recent history.

 

Oh yeah..... FUCK YOU.

 

L’Shalom,

Damien

MY FUTURE EX HUSBAND

 

A COUPLE OF THOUGHTS ON THE ELECTION

Firstly, I'm beyond disgusted with my "fellow" Americans.

I'll go into the why's and wherefores a bit below -- all of which should be obvious -- but here's the thing.......

Most Americans are, by and large, very stupid people.  So electing Trump the first time around in 2016 was ALMOST understandable when you take into account American stupidity.  Understandable in the framework that most voters are low information and all they knew was the guy was a billionaire and that he was a big TV star.  

What could be so bad about that?  I mean, we elected Ronald Reagan and survived that amiright?

And its especially "understandable" when the previous eight years had featured a Black guy in the White House and then the Dems nominated a woman to replace him.  I mean, if you're the average dumbfuck voter in this country -- you know, a white guy or woman who really doesn't like Black folks (or, for that matter, smart women....or really....women in general) Trump is gonna seem OK.  Especially if you don't know shit about him other than The Apprentice.  Which was the case with a lot of those assholes who voted for him in 2016

And sure, he did some heinous shit on the campaign trail and said some awful stuff.  But that was just Trump being Trump.....right?  He was just stirring up shit and the idiot hordes really dug that shit.

You can almost....ALMOST give those dipshits who voted for him in 2016 a pass.  

But.......

Not in 2024! 

In 2024 they knew everything they had learned about him in 2016 AND they fucking knew he was a rapist -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a traitor -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a convicted felon -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he was a racist and a fascist -- and yet they voted for him.

They fucking knew he stole from a children's cancer charity -- and yet they voted for him.

They knew he botched the Covid response so badly that 1.5 million Americans died from it -- and yet they voted for him.

They knew ALL OF THIS and yet they thought, "Yeah! I'll have four more years of that please."

I hate those people with a heat that makes the sun look like a snowball.

But you know what I hate more?

I hate myself.

I hate myself and feel like a fool for spending years in the military uniform of the US defending a nation infested by the type of appallingly horrible people who were capable of doing what they did on Election Day in spite of knowing what they all knew.

Meet the new Germans -- same as the old Germans.

PACKAGE

 

THE CHAW AND DIP CREW

We had a Marine in my platoon named Benjamin D. Peterson.  "Pete" was a tall, 6' 5" skinny Black dude and superb field Marine who referred to himself only and always in the third person and who had nicknamed himself "The Grandmaster Flash At All Possible Times."

Aka Flashy Pete to the rest of us.

Pete was a dipper.

And loved a good chew.

And smoked.

Pete would lecture his squad (he was a squad leader) walking up and down in front of them with a huge wad of Redman chewing tobacco and a giant dip of Skoal in his mouth while chain smoking Kools and referring to himself in the third person:

"You don't want to piss off Flashy Pete cuz if you do The Grandmaster Flash At All Possible Times is gonna make you hate life."

Everyone adored Flashy Pete.  And....he was completely fucking nuts.

USMC UBER SILKIES

 Or......

Why I Joined the Marine Corps

I LOVE A MAN IN RAPIST GLASSES

 

THE GALLOPING GOURMET SAVED MY LIFE

Weeeeelllll, not exactly but......

He certainly helped me during a hugely difficult period AND he got me addicted to cooking shows and cooking.

Back in 1971/72, when I was in 6th grade, I got very badly burned and was out of school for more than six weeks.

Here's the scenario:  Its early morning on a school day at 32 Randall Road, Princeton, New Jersey, and the family (momz, dad,and moi -- my brothers were yet to be born) were settling in for breakfast.

I had a bit of a routine every morning where, as I sat down, I moved the cord for the 12 cup Corningware coffee percolator sitting on the kitchen table.  The pot was right on the corner of the side where I sat at the table and the cord usually hung off the table onto my chair and in my way.  So as I would sit down I'd take the cord and move it around the corner of the table to the side where the wall was.

But this particular morning it didn't go to plan and the cord got hung up and literally in slow motion I watched as the just brewed scalding pot of coffee tipped over toward my lap and......

I caught it with my hand with the pot on its side and the insanely hot pot burning my hand but......

I knew in my mind at the time it was happening that I was going to be able to take the horrible burn and slowly lift the pot back upright and onto the kitchen table but......

As I did so, also still in slow motion, I saw the top of the pot slowly drop open and the entire contents of scalding hot coffee and coffee grounds spill out and onto my lap and legs.

In a flash I was up, dropping the pot on the floor and yanking down my pajama bottoms.  And as I did so my parents (and I) watched in horror as in just a split second the top layers of skin and then the underlying skin peeled off of me in great sheets from my waist to my knees.

My stepfather snatched me up in his arms and ran me to his car and we were off to the ER stat!

Anyways.....the recovery was long and arduous and included a bad infection and lots of agonizing debriding of the scar tissue.  The doctors said I'd never be able to go into the sun again due to the deep scarring, which I would have to live with for life.  But my momz, an avid reader of prevention magazine, said bullshit to that nonsense and fed me mega doses of Vitamin E and would pour liquid vitamin E directly onto my burn site once the burns began to heal.

So I was out of school for 6 weeks and my mom was home and pregnant with my younger brother Ken and the only thing I could do was to be in pain (and later itch like crazy as the burns healed) and watch Tee Vee.  And one of the things mom and I got addicted to of all the daytime Tee Vee, was The Galloping Gourmet with Graham Kerr.

If you're familiar with the show -- you know why we got addicted.  If not....I feel sorry for you.

Anyways......of the entire time I spent recovering from those burns during the six weeks I was out of school, the only thing other than the pain (and the itching) that I really remember was The Galloping Gourmet.

Oh!  And because of that vitamin E treatment my momz gave me I never once developed any scar tissue and go out in the sun in shorts all the time in spite of the massive blistering and deep tissue damage that extended all the way through the dermis to the fat and muscle.

And for those who are wondering (because I know you pervs are wondering) the coffee burned the shit out of my dick and balls.  But in spite of the pain that that caused I am eternally thankful for it because, within weeks after the accident my dick underwent a massive growth spurt.  So thank you for that Messrs. Corning and Folgers.

WHY I WRESTLED IN HIGH SCHOOL

 

THE STORY OF KENNY

Soooooo, earlier on Facebook I mentioned the Marine below -- pictured in a bar in the town of Kin on Okinawa.  His name was Kenny and he was, at the time I snapped the pic, 18 I believe.

He was an anti-tank gunner assigned to my platoon and had just arrived in the Fleet Marine Force from the School of Infantry and been assigned to us just as we got our orders to deploy overseas.  

Camp Schwab on Okinawa was our base of operations but we got sent to Korea twice early on and to Camp Fuji on the mainland once.

It was at Fuji that my unit did its first major tactical training operations and on the very first one -- a night forced march with full pack and weapons all the way around Mount Fuji (about 70 miles in total).

Back then, in the Old Corps, we were issued with these things called shelter halves.  Basically one half of a shitty canvas two man pup tent that you snapped together so that two Marines could sleep out of the weather.  One of the rites of being in the infantry back then was pairing up and choosing your "hooch-mate" for the night.  The guy you were going to sleep with.

Because he was new to the platoon nobody wanted to hooch with Kenny.  And because I was the senior NCO in the unit, nobody really wanted to hooch with me.  So Kenny and I became hooch-mates for the hump.  

The poor kid.

As soon as the platoon (about 30 Marines) got wind of my sleeping arrangement they turned on Kenny like a bunch of barracuda.  Skie, the first squad first fireteam leader, was the very first to chime in:

"Hey, Kenny....did anyone ever tell you the platoon rule? Everyone who hooches with Smitty for the first time has to put out."  Which, of course, the rest of the platoon immediately confirmed by going into great detail about how all of them at one time or another had been forced to put out after hooching with me for the first time.

This was absolutely hysterical since Kenny, being 17 and a boot and as stupid as every boot is, believed every word.  I mean, why else would a bunch of Marines admit to being ritually sodomized and giving forced blowjobs simply because they were sharing a tent with me for the first time unless they were fucking with you?

So, for the next 13 or 14 hours as we marched the 65 or 70 miles around Mount Fuji in the pitch black dark of a moonless night, the Marines in the platoon were merciless with Kenny -- going on about greasing up his ass, and getting his pretty lips limbered up for some serious dick sucking etc., etc.

Fast forward.....we got to the end of our forced march as dawn was breaking and even though totally exhausted, my Marines still had not let up and were teasing Kenny relentlessly as he and I put up our tent.  As we crawled into the tent to try to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep before reveille I said to Kenny, because I couldn't resist, "Well, how about it?"

"What?" he asked with panic creeping into his voice.

"You know the platoon rule.  First time you hooch with me you have to put out."

"Bbbbbb...but I thought you guys were kidding."

"No fucking way.  Look, you can either put out or get out and sleep outside in the rain."  Since we had a nice mountain rainstorm brewing right at that moment.

I went on in a threatening tone, "Look, asshole...I'm gonna count to ten, and if by ten you haven't pulled my dick out and started sucking or shown me your ass, you can get the fuck out."

"ONE, TWO, three, four....fi......."

Aaaaaaaand I fell asleep!

To this day, 42 years later, I have no idea how much time went by after I fell asleep, but the next thing I knew I was being rudely shaken awake.

"What the fuck?!?!?" I barked.

"OK" said Kenny.  "I'll put out."

Now let me just say this about that -- I've been shot at before.  There are few things that get your attention and wake you up faster and more effectively than someone shooting a gun at you.  One of those few things was when Kenny said "OK, I'll put out."  After shaking my ass out of a deep sleep.

Anyways....from that night/morning on Kenny became the duty fuck, and pretty much my property.  If I told him he "had the duty" that night it meant that he needed to stand by for some sexy time.

One time, on a four day liberty in Tokyo, he ran out of money and was unable to buy a train ticket back to Gotemba, near base. He was in danger of going UA (Unauthorized Absence) and like the little hoor that he was he came sideling up to me in the bar we were all drinking at and, nuzzling my neck and putting his tongue in my ear (in front of about twenty Marines!) he said, "If you buy me drinks tonight and pay for my train ticket back to base I'll put out for you as much as you want."

I jumped up and yelled at him, "Motherfucker!  I've been fucking you for months now.  You think buying you a beer and a ticket to base is gonna somehow magic me more ass of yours to fuck than I already have?"

For months we had sex in hotels in Korea and Japan, aboard ship, out in the field, even once when he was on guard duty and I was the Sergeant of the Guard (THAT could have definitely gotten us both thrown in the brig.)  He was really good at being a sex toy and took orders great and I could get him to do pretty much anything!

To his great credit, some months later he hooked up with this smoking hot Navy hospital corpsman from another unit and told him all about me and made the introduction.  In retrospect, I'm pretty sure it was him being sneaky and diverting my attention to a new shiney object so that he could stop being the duty fuck.

Maybe he wasn't so dumb after all. 

Full disclosure:  Although the top pic is Kenny, the rest are not.  They are of a boy named Geoff I knew from Seattle back around 2007 and who looked just like Kenny and who was just as attentive a little hoor as Kenny had been 25 years before and who, as you can see, liked to write my name on himself with lube....among other things.

Here's a few more of Geoff for your enjoyment:

I'D BE STARING TOO

 

I LOVE A LAD WITH MANNERS -- DON'T YOU?

 

IT'S NICE TO BE LOOKED UP TO.....

                                                                                                                    by Frank McCarron

Every man (well, maybe just me, I shouldn't generalize) wants to be Superman and looked up to and respected and looked to for direction. We want to be The Man of Steel who has all the answers. We want to be “the man” who the town turns to when the monster is about to devour Metropolis. And that is a fun dream. But sometimes….. 

Today, for example. We are stuck 120 miles from home and decisions have to be made: 

What will we do?  Where will we stay? Are we home yet? 

99.99% of the time my loving wife and my loving mother-in-law rely on me for “the decisions”. I don't mind, although at times I'd be happy to hear opinions and thoughts and not just “oh you decide”. 

I don't mind being Superman, but at times I'd cheerfully give up the cloak and disappear into the crowd. 

Today with all the commotion of the highway being closed I neared my breaking point. I spent hours monitoring the traffic situation on my cell phone and then my beloved MIL spends 3.6 seconds on Facebook and says “oh, traffic is starting to flow”. So we drove to the point where the police were turning folks around. The one and only post that said the highway was “starting to flow” turned out to be the Admin of a group that keeps us all up to date on these kind of traffic situations. He was 100% wrong. He couldn't have been more wrong if we tried. But my MIL read his post and thought “whatever”. 

My near meltdown was exacerbated by already having spent too many hours with a family member that I don't like but tolerate because he is the MIL's brother and she loves the big lug. And now we are spending the night as guests on his sofa. I'd rather have wedges under my fingernails spending more time with him, but for the sake of ‘family happiness” I sit quietly surfing FB in his small apartment living room.  

I've cooled down. I am less likely to curl up into a ball in the corner than I was an hour ago. 

I will survive. But I realize that while it is great to be looked to as a great leader, there are times I'd cheerfully let another qualified person take the lead of our expedition, even if only for a while.

YIKES!

 

MAYBE THEY JUST NEED TO GET ASS-FUCKED ON THE REGULAR

                                                                                                                                by Damien

In 1996 I moved to Melbourne Australia from Brisbane Australia for a career change and a life change.

Not long after getting there I hooked up with a Palestinian-Australian with a big dick and a filthy attitude. We dated for a few months. The New Jew Me. The Palo-Aussie Bottom. It was fabulous. One day after a particularly athletic session where the two of us double dicked him – his dick was so long and fat he could fuck himself – we were lying there with various juices on our bodies and he turned to me and said. “I don’t know why they can’t get along like we can?” To which I replied “May they aren’t built like you and seeded with a filthy mind like me.”  He giggled. He had a basso voice that came up out of his boots and his chuckle made me hard. He then said “No. Maybe they just all need to get ass-fucked on the regular.”

Now. I cannot speak for Palestinians. I have only ever known two, and only fucked one. But as far as Orthodox Jews go........... been there and done a few and let me tell you this about that, you touch their arsehole – with a finger; a tongue; or a cock head; not even put it in, just touch it, and they will do anything for you. Hell – they’d go buy you bacon from the Piggly Wiggly!

Orthodox men do not get enough sex. Even in those families with 14 kids. Because unless the woman requests/demands it, he don’t get it. You see, in an Orthodox marriage, the woman is the one with power of the horizontal boogie.  And those Ortho ladies don’t necessarily want it that much. So, the men often go looking elsewhere. And, like some men, if you don’t tell anyone, and they don’t have to touch you, they’re up for a swallow job. They LERV head. And., They love it when you swallow.

But Yossi – not his real name – did something completely different back in ’96 when I forget who I was blowing and began licking his hole. I think he actually saw Moses. Needless to say, anal play became our regular thing. Fingers. Tongue. Cock. Toys. Many fingers. He could not get enough of it. And I swear I could have asked for a Mercedes Kompressor and his response would have been “what color?”

Now.... I am not minimizing the Middle East Conflict, but knowing Arab men as biblically as I have, and Jewish men as biblically as I have, I don’t think either group is getting enough. I don’t know about you but I am as surly as a white woman whose coffee order is wrong when I have blue balls, I can only imagine the hurt with these men.  Needless to say, my Palestinian buddy may have been onto something.

If it was so simple as drop several hundred West Hollywood twinks into the region, I think we could really have a chance.

Yes. I realize that whilst saying I wouldn’t minimize it, I eventually did.

And no, I won’t apologize for that.

You see, as a Jew, I am as tired of the conflict as all of you.

Shalom.  Get a dick up you. Or, get your dick up someone. It could be world peace.

Damien