FB groups. I create two Facebook groups earlier today. The first group is called, “Evolution of our Species”. NOTE: THESE GROUPS NO LONGER EXISTS AS FARCECRAP TOTALLY DELETED MY ORIGINAL PAGES/GROUPS IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT IS NOW A GROUP CALLED “INSTITUTE FOR THE STUDY OF HUMAN EVOLUTION”.
“Institute for the Study of Human Evolution” is a group dedicated to exposing/sharing the good shit and the bad shit that is or has, contributed to the evolution of the human species. Like the new technology that allows a dope addict, or someone addicted to an opium based drug, to get their “Fix” on a regular basis without using a needle or swallowing a pill, or sticking suppositories up your butt hole. An implant that gives them daily fixes “Doses” of their particular drug, as prescribed, and surgically inserted in the arm beneath your skin.
Shuddderrred for a second, imagining a penile implant for dysfunction. Ouch! Perhaps discussions on what effect our “Inventions” have on the rest of the planet, i.e., species. Also what effect you might think a new philosophy, or idea, or whatever, might have on our evolution. The invention of gunpowder, or GMO’S?
My first share to get things going, is the invention of the electric motorized “Hoverboard” compared to the old “Skateboard”. Today I saw a dude motoring down the sidewalk on his hoverboard, and I thought to myself, “At least with the skateboard, one leg got exercised”. LOL This invention has eliminated “Walking”, go figure.
The other Group I created is named, “What the fuck did you just say?” ALSO NO LONGER EXISTS, DELETED BY FARCECRAP IN AUGUST OF 2018. THE REPLACEMENT “GROUP IS, “FLY FARTING? I DON’T HEAR YOU”.
The following are comments as originally posted here in my article:
“Is there a polite or Politically correct way to ask some dude if he’s a FAG? Fag, the word itself, is rude and disgusting at the same time. Why, you ask, do you even have to ask the dude if it’s obvious?
You know without asking, don’t you? He’s got earrings in both ears, he’s wearing a pink shirt, and you can tell that he has just a little bit of lipstick and blush on. Of course you’re not talking about THAT dude, you are referring to that Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, must be a Professional Football Player dude over there on the dance floor with another dude.
There is no polite or Politically Correct or……………….Wait for it, SAFE way to ask that “Silly” question, (as you wave your wrist in their direction). If you EVER see two dudes dancing, ANYWHERE, keep your big mouth shut! Especially if one of the dudes IS, a Macho Looking, Six Foot Four, 320 Pound, Just Looks Like He Could Be A, Football Player.
Makes a whole lot of sense to keep your fucking mouth shut. Especially if you are straight, and you are just meeting some friends, at a Gay Bar. Certainly if you WERE, Gay, asking that question would never enter your mind, right?
As for me, I’m a straight dude, have been for 68 (now 71) years so far, and I cannot recall one time in my life that I was prejudiced or bigoted towards any race, color creed, gender, or sexual orientation, except, and it’s a big EXCEPT, Pedophiles, sorry to a very small percentage of you out there with that affliction, I don’t like you, and if that sounds prejudiced, then so be it, because you are sick.
There are a few other things that are beyond my comprehension and mental ability to embrace. Like people that are 
sexually promiscuous with animals. I don’t like what THEY do, but I’m not so prejudiced that I won’t sell some dude a birthday cake for his favorite sheep, if I were a baker. Baaaaaaaaaaaaaa.
I’m not prejudiced against culture, philosophy or religious beliefs, and I have learned to tolerate stupid people. Now try to apply that to differences in skin color. There should be no conscious thought even entering your mind. Who cares what color my skin is?
Obviously, there are a whole lot of people out there, millions and millions, of all skin colors, that think differently. Why would a person walk up to me and ask if I’m a “WHITE” dude? Why would I walk up to someone of color and ask if they were “AFRICAN AMERICAN? Or just African.
The problem is that for a couple of hundred years, “White” man, thought the “Black” man was less than human, certainly not equal. So began the name calling. Use your imagination, because I am NOT going to dignify the bullshit names and titles we all have been calling each other.
But to just finish by saying, as stupid as asking an LGBT person if they are gay or not, asking what color a person is……………is just as fucking stupid. Be kind to one another, ALL OTHERS, and abide.
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and that poor soul is run over by a train. Suicide they said. Or it’s some evil asshole who doesn’t want the truth to be known, so he has someone eject you from a Sunday morning worship service.
or both. I have known far too many “Christians” that have publicly portrayed a Jesus-like persona, while deliberately fucking up other people’s lives, doing shit that they KNOW they can wipe away simply by asking “God” to forgive them.
as long as HE is paying for it, but I bet the $200 for the hooker came from the offering plates. Yes, good Christians, YOU paid for that blowjob!
who knowingly bought stolen goods from some LA harbor longshoremen. Your reward for being honest? Being physically removed from your church.
wherein the amazing Doctors at the Mayo Clinic performed some amazing surgery on me (see previous post).
GOOD karma people. Plus it’s meant to be a joke as well, so please don’t be too hard on me. It’s just one of those creative moments”.
So, designing a probably crude, but polite way to call someone an asshole, is to say, “Think about it, you’re NOT, a Moon Crater”. In other words, “You’re a fucking asshole!”. Now I think that’s original, and hilarious. It’s original intent in yesterdays post was just an image to tell the bad karma people that they all were assholes, which later turned into something to actually hand to somebody, “The next time you are having a difficult conversation with someone over Religion or Politics, hand them this business card. One thing led to another, yesterdays post, the text conversation with the kids, after the invention of the new business card.
So, I came up with the business card idea, yes crude, rude, but subtle, if someone is smart enough to figure out the ‘Asshole” i.e., “Backside” of the card. I just had to share this one tonight. Don’t forget, when someone with bad karma calls you a bad name or dirty word, say back to them,”And you’re NOT a Moon Crater”. That will certainly confuse the hell out of them.
In my school, Glen Cary Elementary, the desk you were assigned was the desk you kept all school year.
Blowing them up like balloons when Mrs. Anderson wasn’t in the room. I always laughed the most when Sam pulled a condom over his head.
like crunchy candy. Only tried it once on a dare, kinda rice crispies crunchy, sorta like deep fried ants, didn’t like it. Like every other kid, I tried a gum wad, didn’t like that either, almost broke a tooth.
at recess the boys would identify the successful targets and we would walk around inspecting the backs of the heads of our victim, saying, “Hair booger!”.
Little Bunny Rabbits will inherit the earth! Maybe because no one will be here to turn them into semi-automatic weapons. Here in the good ole United States we can begin by starting the train to an eventual weaponless world. Wouldn’t that be nice? Couldn’t that be possible? Imagine a world without violence. A world without gun violence anyway.
The Donald along with close friends and family were in New York City the night the big rock hit. Bill and Hillary were with the Trumps having dinner. They never knew what hit them.
“Billy-Bob said it was the Russians. They nuked us, those rotten bastards!”. “Brother, how’s your food and ammo holding out?”. Yes, a vast majority of mankind heard the news pundits discuss the approaching rock, along with the experts that claimed that the asteroid, by their calculations, was going to miss our planet by 12 million miles. The experts were wrong. “Hey Billy Bob? Maybe it was that asteroid thingy that they were talking about?”.
claiming different things, like the “Second Coming”. The Vatican survived, but even the Pope was having thoughts of extraterrestrial invasion.
Life itself becomes more precious than ever. Here in “America”, the new symbol, new flag is a single white star on a black background.
About two hours after publishing this post I decided to have a few puffs on my vape (first time after writing the above post), this wonderful John Denver song came to me, or maybe it was the background music for a commercial on TV?
when your four year hitch is up. We figure it’s a good thing to find out if you learned, increased your “Intelligence Quotient” in four years, i.e., or are you that stupid that you signed on for another four years.
You happen to be smart enough out of West point to be, and you are, THE order GIVER, NOT, the order TAKER. You are at a high enough rank that precludes you from actually aiming and pulling a trigger. Killing Someone! If you became a civilian soon after killing the enemy, just one other human being, I’d say you got a little smarter, even if only by a point or two.
I had a NRA patch or whatever they gave you when I was pre-teen and barely had any pubic hair. The second amendment does not give you the right to own your own shoulder-held missile launcher. I will give you a single shot rifle. Your choice of caliber or gauge. Maybe a 3-round clip for your AR-15.
a PHD in Hotel Management. Compare the PHD in Accounting, with the dude with a degree in Quantum Physics. I have met a lot of highly educated morons.
If you are stupid, and pass the Psych Test, you’re OK for gun ownership. If you are stupid or smart, and you tortured your neighbor’s cat to death when you were 15, guess what, you ain’t getting a firearm. You more than likely failed the Psych Test.
Its was a mild, comfortable, hardly high inspiring strain.
The person that pushed the red button? Her last name is Trump (great-great-great-grand daughter of the Donald) how bizarre is that? Yes, women are pretty much in control of things by the year 2116. Not so bizarre. Women choose mostly to artificially inseminate when their number is drawn, and men “Spank the Monkey” mostly for the money, if they are selected. The bar is set pretty high if you want to become a “Donor” with things like, intellect, health, physical attributes, etceteras.
Future food will look real, taste real, but all food will have the same shitty feel as you bite down. In other words, that Filet Mignon you just ordered will have the same feel in your mouth as that Reese’s Peanut Butter cup. I could get used to the funky texture as long as my steak still tasted medium-rare. Thank God that we eventually learned how to replicate raspberries, and spices like garlic. Water rationing is a normal part of life.
Since the whole world has adopted the “one child per couple” law, to help win the war on overpopulation, we all consider life as a very beautiful thing and treat each other kindly.
that are protected like the Holy Grail and used in the “A-MAZE-ING Fight” matches. That means no competing stadiums or arenas, because there are only 2 pistols in existence. It is the only WORLDGOV sanctioned “A-MAZE-ING Fight”, and it moves from city to city all across the globe every two years. Just like the World Olympics used to do many generations ago..
Natural disasters help as well. I believe that cataclysmic disasters have wiped the planet clean of all life many times in the last billions of years. Wiped the planet clean except for……
I’m sure that the combatants back in Cave Man days, each had their own sides cheering them on, “Ughh Raggah Daggah!” which translated means, “Kill that Asshole!”.
The walls and ceiling of the maze itself would be made of this clear, bulletproof thermoplastic, so the two competitors could see each other at all times. Hand each fighter a single-shot Revolutionary War type pistol, a baseball bat and a flyswatter. The dude that walks out of the other end of the glass box, alive, is the winner. You not only can fill the football stadium with paying spectators, the “Pay- Per-View” money would be huge.
Convicts with sentences of 25 years or more. United Americas North certainly has the prison population to sustain thousands and thousands of matches. Tell them that not only are they going to be paid millions, they’re going to have their sentences reduced to time served, and their record expunged if they win. The murderers, rapists and pedophiles and republicans would not qualify for this sport.
Fly Handlers start pumping millions of Horse Flies into the maze from both ends. The convicts, excuse me, “contestants”, know that they not only have to get close to each other, they have to make sure there’s no bulletproof sections of plastic between them when they shoot their pistol.
If you do live, but you chicken out and make it back to the beginning of the maze without getting shot, they catch you in a net and put you back in prison to serve out the rest of your “25 to life” sentence. There would be plenty of action, a chase scene, perhaps some romance, as the next two contestants have conspired to try to escape instead of play the game. One dude gets netted right from the start. The other contestant, the hero of the story, escapes and a pursuit by the authorities is on.
What got me thinking about the futuristic sport, i.e., my other inspiration, was a documentary that was on tonight called, appropriately, “Backyard Dawgs”. It’s worth watching, if just to get the gist of what I am saying. In a mostly black, impoverished suburb, men are fighting bare-knuckled, bloodying each other up, and literally knocking each other’s teeth out. 
One dude lost a gold tooth, and someone in the crowd found it and gave it back to him. Brutal. How far did that gold tooth fly?
with whatever kind of rifle he has, give him a spear. Let’s see who lives. I think the odds are 50/50 that the elephant could win against one spear. That’s why the hunters of our not so distant past and our prehistoric relatives, hunted large prey with packs of hunters. Okay. That’s kind of harsh. Instead of a spear, give that hunter a musket, and plenty of powder, and bags and bags of lead balls. If that hunter is a crack shot, the elephant has less chance of winning. The shooter that is so bad, he couldn’t hit the road with a rocket-launcher, even if he was aiming down, is going to get trampled to death.
Once we have our distant cousins trained to fire and reload the weapons (costing us millions of bananas), and we go to war somewhere, we can drop the chimps out of airplanes over the enemy. Yes, we have to teach them to remove their parachute harness when they hit the ground.