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    hardie karges 1:29 pm on September 11, 2008 Permalink | Reply
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    In most species the male splits and lets the female(s) raise the kids. 

    Maybe this is not such a bad system after all, assuming, of course, that the male kicks in a big chunk of support, enough to compensate the female for her efforts, also. In the state of Nature, they don’t, of course. If the male and female can still love each other in this process, then so much the better. If not, then what’s the point anyway? Maybe too much emphasis is put on the ‘nuclear family’ and its many faults and failures, a rarity these days in countries where there’s a choice. Certainly no better is the broken family where children make rounds like the morning milkman. The lower the food supply, the more that animals seem to remain monogamous, and the male will help in exchange for the opportunity to drop his genes. When food is plentiful, fewer males are needed, and tend to kill each other for the chance to ham the harem. This phenomenon seems to apply even when a wild species becomes domesticated. The number of males and females seems to always be equal at birth, some sort of genetic law, the law of averages, the law of large numbers.

     
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    hardie karges 7:59 am on September 10, 2008 Permalink | Reply
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    How much money you have when you die is not the important thing; 

    it’s how many women you’ve had that’s important. I call that the ‘Darwinian excuse’ for men’s philanderthal behavior. No other species gives even nearly as much consideration. The reproductive act all finished, the male of the species goes back to his hunting and fishing and foraging, leaving the female the joy of motherhood and the fate of the species. Tests have indicated that male baboons can actually identify their own offspring, but that’s tentative. Leave it to us great apes to subvert God’s plan by caring for our offspring. This could lead to dangerous precedents among the human species, already pussy-whipped and begging for more. Along with missionary positions and rumors of oral sex, we seem to share that guilt complex with bonobos, whose males also tend to follow their women’s lead. I guess that’s because they’re more sexual than chimps, too, the little sluts. But our technology puts us humans in a dangerous position. Once women realize they don’t need us, just a few studs, then they can organize to effectively shut us out of the deal, or worse yet, keep us as worker drones serving them… hey, wait a minute…. Isn’t that what Tang’s already doing with me?

     
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    hardie karges 9:05 am on September 9, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    Sex is all in the head, 

    as the phantom orgasm of paraplegics proves (per Ginsberg). The phantom orgasm of schizophrenics probably proves something else. Nocturnal emissions prove we’re all in the same boat, creating images to match the emotion and creating emotions to match the necessity. And it all happens on a level that doesn’t even make the light of day, just a warm wet feeling in the middle of the night, and the evidence to prove that it wasn’t just a dream. Or was it? Weightlessness is the best part of dream sex, doing it in mid-air without even working up a sweat. Surely those astronauts must have a story or two to tell about what goes on when the cameras are off. NASA would have to know, just for scientific purposes.

     
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    hardie karges 10:39 am on September 8, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    Love is not something you get; love is something you give. 

    Love is not something you find; love is something you create. Love is a 24-hour bug looking for a contract. Love gets lost in the shuffle of a stacked deck, a foregone conclusion I never forewent. Love is definitely the answer, but what exactly is the question? The Buddha and Lao-tse gave a way out, but Jesus gave a way in. “Love your neighbor as yourself”; no finer words have ever been uttered. Just imagine if everybody would do that. What do you mean somebody already had that idea? The best motives get sidetracked. Religion, like love itself, gets used for purposes for which it was never intended.

     
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    hardie karges 11:47 am on September 7, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    I like to feel light and free. 


    Show me a postal service box and a storage unit, and I’ll show you my life. That’s me. That’s America- have fun, will travel. The rest of the world is way behind on this. England is catching up, but slowly. Europe is a museum, bones in glass showcases. America is an action movie. Euro-trash ratchet their heads up fifteen degrees and wax hippo critical on America’s lack of cult-your, as if America should have five-hundred-year-old art when it’s only two hundred years old. They can wax my hairy ass. For modern kulcher, nobody kulches like America. They’re just jealous, all of them. America has been under a microscope since day one, people waiting for it to trip and fall. Nobody rags on Canada or Australia, but America went the distance, never looking back. Sometimes that’s what you’ve got to do. You’ve got to grow new leaves faster than the bugs can nibble your old ones.

     
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    hardie karges 3:12 pm on September 6, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    The urge to merge makes strange bedfellows. 

    It doesn’t always work out the way it seemed in the heat of passion in the throes of ecstasy in the back seat of the car. Breaking up is hard to do, or so I hear. I could never figure out how to do it, to tell someone you’d prefer not to see her again, ever. So I don’t. It’s just not true. So I let HER do it. She usually does that after an absence of a month or so on my part. Call me chicken-shit; call me indecisive; I call it accurate. No matter how fucked-up a relationship might get, it certainly doesn’t mean that I don’t want to ever see her again. So I do. I try to stay in touch. Same goes with male friends. I don’t burn bridges. I’m connected by sticky fingers to everything I’ve ever touched, mental sticky fingers. It sounds like a candy bar. Thai women frequently chop off all their hair when a relationship ends. I like that, not the hair, but the symbolism. Actually I think the hardest part is dividing the turf, as if you could just go transplant the sod in another lawn, the Astroturf theory of existence. So I don’t, accumulate possessions, that is, for that and other reasons. They end up possessing me.

     
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    hardie karges 6:33 pm on September 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    There is no neutrality; there is no middle ground. 

    ‘Normalcy’ is just the average of all the ups and downs. Love and hate trade places like two sides of the same coin. Thai women are digital; they have switches for hot/cold, sweet/sour, sweet/bitchy, and ultimately, on/off. I don’t. I’m connected to everything and everyone I’ve ever met by invisible strings that bend and stretch, but never break. I don’t know how to ‘dump’ someone any more than I know how to seek confrontation. I’d rather be taken advantage of a thousand times than knowingly take advantage of someone else once. My conscience is relatively clean; my closet’s not.

     
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    hardie karges 7:17 am on September 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply
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    Women have the upper hand 

    in the meat market in the modern Piggly Wiggly. A nice-looking woman can get laid anytime she wants, foreplay optional. A nice-looking guy still has to go through all the motions, all the phone calls, all the arrangements, all the hors d’oeuvres, all the over-priced drinks, and even then has to ‘get lucky’ to get his order filled from the butcher. Still an unattractive guy can at least buy canned ham or get a face full of Spam as long as he can afford it. Unattractive women must resort to electrical appliances and divine intervention. It’s a sad fact of Evolution- the ugly ones don’t get to breed, Nature’s path of least resistance. The ugly ones don’t get to breed, and the smart ones hardly care to anymore. They just go through the motions. Sexual selection drives evolution dumber and prettier. Now that we no longer need our wits to survive, the world dumbs itself down exponentially. Still, sex is a heavenly way to ensure reproduction of the species. Having sex is looking upon the face of God, connecting to the ultimate source of space-time creation without all the unnecessary drugs, and realizing that, yes, it is good.

     
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      nottibits 7:37 am on September 3, 2008 Permalink | Reply

      Wow this is the exact plot of Idiocracy.

      And you have to think that the whole strategy is messed up when money enters the picture. Otherwise known as “What’s he doing with HER?” or vice versa.

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    hardie karges 6:52 am on September 2, 2008 Permalink | Reply
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    I want an analog woman, 

    infinitely adjustable, none of that digital shit, merely off and on, yes and no, in and out. I want infinite settings and an ocean of probabilities. I want a big brown knob that I can tweak to my heart’s content until I get things tuned just right. I want to try different flavors, different toppings, a la mode. I want light hot licks on long cold nights. I want platitudes and attitudes. I want moveable walls. I don’t want sixteen colors on two-bit logic. I want an infinite degree of separation between infrared and ultraviolet and an innumerable number of paths between them, just like that rainbow up there always perpendicular to your line of sight no matter from what angle you approach it, and not there at all when you really need it. Rainbows rule in an imaginary world, though practically worthless in real life. Women are a lot like that. Men probably are, too, if you’re a woman.

     
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    hardie karges 10:38 pm on August 31, 2008 Permalink | Reply  

    Women are digital, 

    the great 0’s making sense of men’s egocentric 1’s with their single-minded obsessions and hardened points of view. The great 0 can soften those rough edges to its own level of nothingness. All the dreams and schemes, all the cities and civilizations fade into nothingness under the spell of a woman, IOU, a baby being born, a fruit ripening, a blank canvas summoning someone to come paint it for sheer love of the paint. Sympathetic magic is like reading a letter and hearing the voice of the person who wrote it, all in a subliminal effort to bring that person closer to you, face to face. Sex implies possession the way face implies personality. Possession is nine-tenths of the law, and penetration implies possession, somewhere in the back alleys of the male subconscious. The act of penile insertion marks a territory as ‘taken’, giving notice to competitors that they should exercise other options, or be prepared to engage in battle. For all our human pretentiousness, we’re just dogs leaving our scent, or even better yet, pandas competing to see who can piss the highest and ultimately get the girl. The biggest and best might get many girls, thus strengthening the species and the progenitor’s dominance, while others get none. Sound familiar?

     

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