I’ve been to Iceland and back, a bit different than hell, I suppose. Anyway, I’ve got some work to do, so naturally, I’m doing this instead.

Weird couple of weeks, while I was away, I had a crisis back in the states with a couple of students who I thought I could mainstream, but it turns out not.

They are good enough guys, but don’t quite belong in my kind of class. People often assume I’m some sort of Tai Kwon do guy, a black belt or something, teaching non-violence, peace, love and understanding, and all that shit, but that isn’t how it’s done around these parts.

The two guys ultimately aren’t the problem and they didn’t create problems while they were in my class, but the did create quite the reaction. But at the end of the day, I doubt I can stop everyone from taking a run at one of them and that is more than a little fucked up.

It’s situations like this when you really come to hate the leaders of the mob. I’ve been reading on the reaction to the dead kid story that some creature named Nancy Grace has been exploiting for the past few years. Who knew. You miss so much by giving up on television. But yes, you’d probably want to take a run at one of my student’s too, that is just the nature of the beast.

Having actually sat on a jury and having handed down a shit verdict myself, I feel for the jurors. I feel for them everywhere. It’s something I wouldn’t do again.

So now I’m waiting on a call from their parole officer to see if it’s okay for them to train. I already know the answer, everyone already knows the answer. Sometimes it’s a sad world. Maybe I can set a separate time for these guys, but I doubt it. Basically, they are better off standing there letting someone beat their brains in than defending themselves. I pointed this out to their PO and he agreed, I was probably right.

It’s the thing you think about when you should be working on a project to help end a bit of the suffering in the world. On the airplane back from Iceland, I watched a murder show, with music I liked as a kid. But no, book em’ Danno. The one I saw was about a vet with mental problems and his dead russian whore wife.
I don’t watch this kind of show much any more. But when you are on a plane, the desire to run screaming from the building is something you don’t want to act on. Sometimes I watch the news which has a lot of stories about how thanks to god, some guys get to fuck 5 year olds, some of us have to get by thinking about guys who get to fuck a 5 year old. And not just the priest on boy action, we are talking about real 5 year old pussy that some guy is getting into. Good old god. But when they are that age, does the extra hole really make that much of a difference.

Christ, I miss Oprah. If anyone could get away with asking if 5 year old pussy is fucking good, she’d be the one. That to catch a predator dude, I just don’t see him wrapping his silvery tongue around that one. If we can learn about how Brad and Angelina have at it, lest I remind you, they ain’t even married, the sinners. All I’m saying is an interview with some dude and his 5 year old bride is tv I’d tune into. I don’t know about watching an entire season. I saw some bunny hefner reality show a couple of times at the end before they took the extended cable away. Say want you will, it’s like a sloth mauling a limbless child to be sure, you know it’s going to take way too long, why are you watching, and who makes up this garbage, but it was some damn transfixing shit.

Imagine the same thing, maybe like Beverly hillbillies only it’s some dude air dropped into the playboy mansion with his 5 year old wife and pet sloth preaching about the immorality of the place.

I saw some fucked up show in a fucked up country once about how to avoid the cops while look for blowjobs from 8 year olds. It was very informative. It stopped my surfing in its tracks? “You like yum yum,” the little girls said in English and giggled. Can I fuck them, the conscientious news guy asked, while learning the correct way to bribe the cops. The madam looked horrified. They were too young for even that fucked up country. Yum Yum and up the ass only, sir, what’s wrong with you, you sick bastard. Obviously, a pious Catholic country. Nice to know they have standards.

Some guy wants to interview me for an atheist survey. I guess I qualify despite never having been baptized. And I don’t miss basic cable, but I know it misses me.

I also watched and episode of friends on the airplane. In retrospect, I can see back in the day why Pitt thought Aniston was so fuckable. Maybe not as fuckable as a five year old in some parts of the world, but at 30,000 feet, I could see the attraction.

Iceland is nice I hope to go there again. But next time it occurs to me to pack my own movies. I walked by some asshole with an IPad, which I realized is the exact same screen size as the screens they give you on the international flights on the back of the seat.

But once you hit domestic, better break out the IPad, you bleeding bitches, or Hawaii 5-0 here it comes, my friend. It’s foreign travel that really makes you appreciate the downward shit shoot America is on. Even Egypt doesn’t look that bad and most places look nicer.

I also got a call to go video some defective kittens. It looks like they’ve got the same spastic disease as the one that got me started a while back. Then I got another call saying, my services as the defective cat shooter are no longer needed. Someone else was going to shoot the kittens. The one I shot didn’t make it either, I don’t have the best track record.

Defective cats and humans, it’s a beautiful world. Must be summer, someone’s stolen the sun. Time for work.