Tire Squealing Proven Directly Related To Disproportionate Penis Size

New Studies done by researchers at Berkeley, and MIT have proven some baring correlating that the volume of tire squealing is proportionate to a man's penis, and genital size.

Professors gathered data based on 600 male test subjects all given cars to squeal and burn rubber at will. The results were overwhelmingly clear, proving that the smaller the penis the louder the volume of that familiar annoying screeching sound commonly heard in the middle of the night produced by emotionally confused teenaged boys, or grown men.

Head MIT Professor Stan Friendly says:" We had long time suspected that there was some direct connection linking such behavior but were absent of any scientific data to confirm our theories. There are many aspects to the physicality as to why men feel the need to do what they can with their foot to a peddle that which they are otherwise unable to do with their penises during sexual relations with women. For example the more pressure, the louder the scream. We hope that this new information will help pave the way to better understanding, and healing for those driven to annoy the rest of society by revving engines, and squealing tires."

Here is a visual comparison to demonstrate the new findings.

Just remember before you run outdoors in the middle of the night to threaten bodily harm at loud neighbors squealing tires understand that they've got much more troublesome issues to deal with than you could imagine. Try to provide some comfort to those troubled individuals by saying:" I heard you squealing your tires last night, and I'm sorry that you have such a small penis."

My Non-Belief In Man's God

I believe if there is a God he'd have to be dumber than a bag of shit to have so many dumb assholes in Churches & on TV representing him hourly.
Lots of Christians believe it's better to believe just in case, but like any true alcoholic I'll bet he, or she isn't able to see how disastrous his, or her lifestyle effects others or that he, or she even has a problem.
Christianity is a man made religion constructed over 6,500 years ago falling very short of the 175,000 years humans have walked upright on Earth. We may even be older than that.
Many people want to believe that there is a caring God that watches over us 24/7, but in my experience wanting something to be true doesn't make it so.
There are many flaws with organized religion, but no matter how much logic you present the average Christian (in true addictive fashion) he, or she will not accept facts, because they don't want to.
They want to believe that each day of their lives has to have meaning & purpose. They want to believe that there is some pay off after death for all of their good deeds.
I'd spent several years battling my beliefs in God, and I fought hard to believe, but eventually I accepted that existence is far more complex than the small vague image religion tries so desperately to paint.
If there were a God that created all & could destroy, then recreate trillions of times I doubt this God would be concerned with each of our daily struggles.
In such a reality a God could simply recreate whatever result he wished.

I don't see life & our being so simply. I do believe that all matter contains multiple parallel dimensions of existence. Multiple versions of all matter & us varied through out space & time.
I do believe there could be a collective of beings or spirits (parallel versions of our dead) still shifting emotions & possibly responsible for the construct of matter but I have never seen dead people come back to live so I'm not saying I know any of that for certain.
I have no proof & I'm completely subject to change. Such freedom religion does not allow.(<--I speak Yoda-HA-HA!)

I don't like that organized religion inadvertently teaches people to disrespect & isolate those that don't believe the same as Christians. I strongly dislike the ignorance religion & Christianity teaches by giving people false hope & limited understanding of the Universe while rendering people's need to expand our understanding pointless. I don't like that religion teaches people to control the way they think, or feel because it might seem socially unacceptable. I hate religion's rules that decide what's right or wrong based on 2,000 year old customs. Human beings are capable of far more passion for life than what religion allows. Religion is NOT the supreme authority of all that is good & loving on this Earth even though so many people seem to think so.

So why do I not believe? I simply can't believe or devote myself in a God that allows so much suffering, while so many of his followers sit in fancy churches worshiping statues & ignoring the truly needy on this planet. If Jesus were to come back & joyfully witness prays upon the billions of fancy Churches built to prays him while these same people still allow so many to suffer poverty & misery on Earth I'd most definitely have hate him more than the imaginary so called - 'devil'. But rather than hate something I have no proof of I much rather believing in reality, not 2,000 year old exaggerated fictional writings by men. I believe in the things I can see hear, and know are real.

I wasn't born with a belief in God & I think that's how we are meant to be. I do not think we as people are here to expect more from life than enjoying what is here in the living. Only a truly selfish person would expect 'life' after death if that person could not find satisfaction in the life he or she was given.
If there is more after I die then I'm willing to bet I'll be ready regardless.
I took on this life after I was born from nothing, & I'll take death the same way so I don't need man's manufactured belief system in an afterlife for which there is no physical proof of.
Reality can be very hard to accept, but sometimes accepting the unknown is far better than the limited images from men with limited imaginations.

A-Mother-Fucking-A-Men!

Heavy Rant

This post is too long,...don't bother reading...

I'm going to do it. I try so hard not to, but I can't hold it. I'm so frustrated with religion, & the practice of but I will try to be as honest about my thoughts.

I've tried to be a believer in Christianity many times. I fought hard to believe but more overwhelming evidence staked against it tenfold. My mom believes I just miss the point & don't get it even though she seems incapable of understanding any logic I explain. So it is clear that rationale plays no part in hoping for an afterlife. I see too many wrongs with religion to deny pointing them out. Far too much.

Yet, week after week, year after year people gather in a luxurious building called church to pump up their egos, & convince themselves that they're doing all they can do. But in a Christian's mind what's the point since it all evens out in heaven? Christians see Heaven as the "do over" that relieves them of any real responsibility. Sitting in a beautifully built air conditioned church doesn't feed the starving, end wars, or bring prosperous world wide peace, but hey whose to argue with the Christians they're doing the best they can to relieve guilt?

That's clear logic, but I'm positive any & all Christians will find a way to cop out & deny plain logic.

So let's skip to scientific evidence. A few weeks ago a human footprint was found in a lava bed dating back 40,000 years. Here's the boring link to that story. The Bible's construction as a body of 1 began roughly 2,000 years ago with the sons born of Adam & Eve dating back 6,500 years. Clearly our existence as a humans far reaches the Bible, but Christians will deny that too.
Estimated existence of humans as Neanderthals & beyond to be at roughly 175,000 years & in all that time we just happen to be lucky enough to catch Jesus at the right time. All those unlucky people born before the ten commandments just got a bum deal apparently.

Christians ignore science because to them ignorance is bliss. From an early age we're taught that magical beings watch our every move. Santa Claus & the Easter Bunny just some how know everything.
Just like how everyone seems to want to think the Bible is the Earth's instruction manual. The old guys that wrote it haven't come back to life to refute it so to a Christian if it's old & written by dead people it must be true.
Besides who knows what happens after death really?...NOBODY!!!
But that's the point, the joke , the pun - How can you get people scared, & fear something that has no physical proof? Easy, promise them something nobody can prove.
Of course the Bible defines Jesus as direct descendant of God as if any of us weren't.
To a Christian the possibility that Jesus could have had a twin stand in as his ressurecteè is HARESSY!
Mary Magdalen had trouble recognizing Jesus after only a few days. Stunt double? NO! People back then were incapable of lying, & staging fake performances or miracles. Besides there was like a whole handful of them that would have had to lie. Old people back then couldn't lied, & especially not 12 or 15 of them based on hear say. IMPOSSIBLE!...Yeah right.
Jesus if being the true God on Earth (born from a VIRGIN, cause nobody witnessed the heavenly sperm enter) , why didn't he do useful things like write down the cure for cancer on paper? Surely a direct manifestation of God would understand all literally text & be able to predict man's most troubling illnesses & would understand the importance. Maybe Jesus was lazy & wanted us to learn it all ourselves, or maybe it was all science fiction similar to Star Wars, but the only difference is we know George Lucas created Star Wars, & we know he intended it to be fiction.

None of the logic matters to a Christian. All that matters to a Christian is:" It makes me feel better as a person & respect life as a good (full of bullshit) person."

It's shame that we as advanced as we are as people still need fiction to instruct us on such basic laws of humanity.
There's one rule we should all live by: Don't hurt other against their will. It's simple.
That's really all you need in my opinion, but that's not good enough for Christians apparently.
I left in the "against their will" because I know some people might like rough sex, so you gotta kind of keep that flexible too.

I hate the Christians telling me how to think, what to watch, what not to watch, what not to look at, what not to listen to.......blah

For a culture of people supposedly concerned about their own spiritual purity they surely love dedicating lots of time to tell non-Christian what they ought not be doing. Fuck. I'll be burnt in the fiery pits of hell then.
As a non-believer in Christianity & as many of us would agree we don't mine Christians doing their thing. Even though we clearly see their beliefs as irrational we don't stop them because we say live & let live. Not good enough to a Christian though. They have to pass laws, vote in people who will pass their laws, & make what they call sin illegal...& that's when I as a non-Christian ask:"WTFIUWTMFBS!?"

You Christian's wanna talking to an invisible man that never really fixes anything fine, but please stay away from making my freewill illegal or eventually we'll have to fight back.
Stop allowing Government money to build churches, & stop treating people who speak to invisible men in the clouds (God) as anything but people in need of clinical mental medical treatment.

I could go on....but why bother.....People believe what they want, or whatever suits their needs at any given time.
Joe goes to church because it makes him look good to his fellow church goers...blah
Bob's a good God fearing family man....blah...

Both Joe & Bob are actually gay lovers behind close doors...

That's another thing that pisses me off too. People are born gay, & yet Christians treat it as an affliction. Science has proved that sexual orientation doesn't always develop in human brains until long after birth.

Christian's once again says:" Science , bah-humbug."
Christian's will ignore the most profound law, if God made a person that way then God intended such, but no Christians see Earth as God's playground filled with land mines, unless it is financially conducive to the church.

I seriously doubt that a God that could create all would care about our day to day lives since if such a God existed could destroy the Earth & all of the Universe as many times as he'd like & remake it. Of the vastness of all matter to a God would any of our daily problems matter good or bad to such a being? So far the evidences confirms no physical response from God. People still die starving, hurt, etc.
Either God's an idiot , or really lazy....or just isn't concerned with real misery, or people. We could be the byproduct or something else. Ever consider that? No.
The 2,000 year old book has all the answers & seems to have suited everyone else, so we think, I must be real shit for it to not work for me, so I'll humor them all & say:" I've found God, & feel much better about my life."
Good job asshole, you've managed to fool yourself & fit in with an eleet group of fellow assholes that enjoy filling their money pouches,baskets or which ever money collecting object suits the decor.

Can we imagine life after death, or not being here?
Well, I can't remember what it was like before I was born so I'd have to think death is pretty much the same way. Simple idiot logic there.

Perhaps I do remember swimming laps from testicle to testicle but I can't be sure.

Would the world end in ciaos if people stopped living for an imaginary after life? I'm thinking no, but there would be big changes. People might stop throwing money at bullshit churches, which would be a big step forward. Church's donations to the needy & their prayers never seemed to have worked anyway after 30 plus years.
Sure, it might get ugly at first with no lies to kiss up to but eventually it would balance out. Then after the dust settled some asshole would try to invent another belief system that convinces people breathing air is sinful. Some idiots will then buy into that bullshit too in hopes that they too will gain financial advance.
There is so much I did not cover here, but this is already too long.

Take for example the way Christians believe everything happens for a reason & that God uses magic to punish those that did wrong.
If someone does something bad chances are it will catch up with him eventually & that has nothing to do with magic, or karma. The guy had it coming, plain & simple.
Christians love justifying bad luck as God's payback & disasters as the devil.
Should some sick perverted social menace strung out on drugs clean up & decide to stop torturing people he might then say:" I'd found God & have become a better person bowing to my higher power." To which I respond, congratulations for trading in one kind of crazy for another. Leave it to the magical spirit called:'GUILT' the ability to finally catch up.
People want to believe in an afterlife. People are selfish. People want more than what this life has to offer. People think there has to be meaning to everything, because just plain ole 50/50 chance isn't good enough.
People want to believe that they get good points for doing good deeds.
People want to believe that they are here on Earth for some other reason than shining up their own ass to be kissed by others.
Unfortunately that's exactly what religion offers; delusions of granger among fellow humans that believe if you gather enough people to believe the same thing eventually it will make it true regardless.

Meanwhile those unlucky souls living in poverty for over 40 years for whom your prayers have never worked, oh well.....Happy hopes of heaven to you guys. We're too busy admiring each other's clothing fashion each Sunday to help you.

Ever heard that joke about the bear shitting in the woods?

I've found that the only truly effective way to clean my butthole is to use Huggies Baby wet wipes. Often as I look upon the wipes I notice the detailed patterned impressions of happy teddy bear heads & wonder "why?". Plain ole dots & ruffles would have been plenty sufficient enough for friction poop grabbing, but Huggies went all out. I doubt that babies can even see the little teddy bear faces smiling back at them, since it's all white & hardly visible. It's one of the most useless decorative designs I think I've ever seen. Teddy bear heads on something that collects shit!

I can't imagine that the teddy bear head impressions would actually make butt cleaning any more enjoyable, or appealing for toddlers but someone at product design thought it was extremely important to counter competitive product manufacturing.
Then I imagine the thousands of dollars spent by Huggies to develop & construct machines of iron & steel used to imprint the teddy bear heads.

Then I wonder if there's ever a problem with the teddy bear imprinting rollers breaking down. If whether a mechanic gets pissed off, & throws a wrench loudly dinging a chiming against the concrete, because he just busted his knuckles trying to reach into the crevice of this useless mechanized wonder.
"FUCK!", he might yell. "I just busted open my fucking hand trying to tighten in the teddy bear roller! WHY DO THEY MAKE STUPID USELESS MACHINES LIKE THIS SO FUCKING HARD TO FIX?!", as his loud screams echo a spread of profanities through out the factory assembly line.
He might then call his wife on the cell to say: " Honey, No just put dinner in the fridge. I'll microwave it when I get back home. Might be an all nighter. I have to stay late tonight to fix that other machine that imprints ducks & bunnies."

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I suppose I'm at the age where I should be married with kids because I'm so bored most of the time, but then most of my married friends never seem to have anything interesting to talk about so that can't be the answer really.

I can't remember the last time I've ever actually had an interesting conversation. Lots of my thoughts might be strange but it's where my mind is.
I think about life & death a lot, and I continue to come to the same conclusions which are that existence is far more expansive than simply heaven, or hell.
I do believe there is an ultimate creator of all, but this creator is so high up in the hierarchy of matter that even what we think of as "life after death" isn't that simple. I believe it's very possible that spirits of our relatives move on as a forces shifting emotions or particles through us, but their struggle to meet what we think of as God isn't as easy as we imagine.
The Universe is filled with endless possibilities. Parallel realities, multiple versions of our being spanning though out existence is all quite very plausible.

The Earth & all of us were some day combined with all matter of the Universe & will some day be combined again. In the mere existence of time we are but a spec continuing recombination.

Just as in quantum physics each split particle duplicate has an equaled component we too could have many duplicate copies of ourselves scattered though out the Universe equaling our failures with success.
The spirits of the our dead, still not dead in alternate versions the Universe where their energy still thrives as the living forms of matter we know.

Many people rather than embracing the unknown, they embrace the Bible, or religion for answers. Make up whatever logic or purpose suits them. Everyone seems to want to understand their purpose in this world, and give it meaning but few seem able to grasp to truth that perhaps our existence is unknown,& far greater than what we do here.
This Earth wasn't always here, and perhaps has been destroyed & remade trillions of times so much so that we as people may never understand the true scope of existence across all forms of matter.

And so, who cares about this? Shall we continues to live our lives based on small ideas written by men that couldn't give us a clue of our existence across all forms of matter? Many do...because it works for them.
Hasn't worked for me though.
I do believe hurting others causes guilt that carries weight. That emotion can effect spiritual forces & like wise. However we are allowed the freedom to let go, move on.
I enjoy grasping the unknown, because there is freedom in it.
No limits, no barriers, no one telling me you can't because we said so.
Some of the greatest discoveries where by people that didn't think in limits or rules.
Some embraced the limitless unknown, and evolved.

There is an "I" in me if you really want there to be mei

Someone please make me ignorant again so I can believe in Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and Jesus Christ as my savior.

I need to believe in things that don't make any sense so I can have reason to drive forward because I'm too lazy on my own. I need to believe in magical spirits & voodoo controlling fate. I need to believe that everything happens for a reason, like how when I was in 7th grade a bird shit on my head and several kids laughed.

I need to have some magical thing to believe in, and make it make sense in my mind regardless of how obvious it's all only in my imagination. I need to believe in something that makes me want to argue it's point with no true physical evidence to back it, and tell people they just haven't been lucky enough to feel the touch of Christ because they didn't want to.

I want to be pissed off again about things I have no control over, nor have any desire to have any control of.

I still want to know what it feels like to have a female organism, or if that whole thing is bull crap. My understanding is that having a vagina might not be all it's cracked up to be especially if the intruder is clumsy, gross, & dry.

I want to keep starting every sentence with "I" because I'm so God damned self centered that "I" is all I think about.

I remember when I was a teen all I cared about was if I had enough cash for the weekend.

I drink bottled water so that I can enjoy the guilt of contributing to world pollution because it's my fault 90% of everything is made of materials too costly to recycle.

It's my fault I use electricity, and burn fuel driving.
It's also my fault that I use lots of toilet tissue & flush a lot.
It's my fault when I'm getting older.
It's my fault I haven't done anything useful with my life but sat here thinking about stupid crap like this.

Some day I'm going to think of something really profound & tell people I'm about to tell them until they get really curious then

Change the subject.

Patience Is Virtue

The last blog post was crap, and so you're asking yourself, how does that make it different from any other time and the truth is, it doesn't.

I keep dreaming about my Dad a lot lately, and in each dream I realize he is dead in real life, but in the dreams this fact never seems to change the fact that in the dreams he is there so just accept it, & move on. Business as usual.
I wonder about how or if there is a way that dead family watches over me. For once if my Dad is watching me I hope he has realized I'm not the wild party animal he always seemed to think I was.

I might be pretty selfish at times, but I think most of all I try to be honest.
I don't really care much about anything but my own happiness, or at least some level I can deal with. I don't care much about Britney Spears, or dead celebrities. I don't care much about anything, but making myself laugh.

Just the other day I was wheeling a cart grocery shopping, and I was busting ass to do a quick run with the buggy. I'm zooming from aisle to aisle. Nearly took out a pretty skinny mother & her baby in the cart, but I sighed relief as no one was hurt. My expert stopping power was on cue. I was moving so fast trying to hurl each barricaded row of moms & kids that I kept ending up behind this same slow ass old lady, but I was cool & calm about it. Had this been the old me, the smoker I might have been really pissed, but no. I was cool.

I don't know what the point to any of this is. I just want to remember some of these thoughts later.
Dreams and things that happen in day to day life are things I need to remember years later. There are memories of dreams that seem so familiar that sometimes the only way to make the connections are to document it somewhere.

I keep seeing this place in a dream. Every time I dream of it it feels so familiar, but I swear that in real life I can't ever remember being there. It's in a downtown area. There's an upstairs restraint with lots of white cream colors. A local rock station pumping from out of the speakers of the first floor lobby, with a heavy double door to the street. Perhaps it's just a figment of my imagination, but why is it always the same place? Why does it always look the same, and why does it seem so familiar?
I don't claim to know how the mind works, or how it constructs places from no wheres but I do know that in the past I have dreamed of images that only came clear to me in the future. It wasn't until the future became the present that I was able to connect the dots. Hopefully this will shed some light.

I do believe that there are far greater fabrics to life than the constructs of the reality in which we know and live.

So as I'm trying to patiently wait to grab a container of light soy milk for the 3rd time while an old lady slowly decides which milk she will place in her basket upon having completed her brain's synaptic firring choice I realize that I am a better person than I used to be. No, not good enough to help her carry her milk into her buggy. I'm not that good yet, but good enough to patiently politely smile at her as she has successfully completed her choosing.