Hard power is the muscle of a movement. When things go wrong and legislation isn’t passing, hard power is used. This is where we see our protests and rallies. Those that gather information events to oppose and fight are often in the hard power aspect, as they are excellent at riling up the masses to fight for a cause.
‘Two words, princess.’ The crone laughed and her voice sounded like the breaking of rotten wood. ‘Two words. “Save me.” Say those words and everyone around you will see you beset by a horrible monster.’
Every time you see a happily married couple, keep this in mind. That happiness is a guise. They want you to believe that they are just as normal as all the other couples who are pretending to be happy. Underneath the surface lurks trouble, discord, and a man who knows that freedom comes with a hefty price tag.
Watching the president’s wife on television—surrounded by fascinated press while she talks at length—the shopkeeper’s wife turned to her husband and said: ‘You’re the reason why I’m not a president’s wife.’ Watching the general’s wife on television—standing by her husband as he received accolades and medals—the shopkeeper’s wife turned to her husband and said: ‘You’re …
You see them popping up pretty regularly in the MRM; comments about the pitfalls of western women, particularly the dark and dreaded American Woman, followed by a recommendation to find a nice “foreign” woman with which to settle down. International vagina is a growing business, and understandably so given the temperament and relative worth of …
But he wanted to be a real boy and being real could not be given to him. He had to be bad and then choose to be good to be real. Soul is not a thing that is granted; it is a choice that is taken.
Everybody loves me. I’m beautiful and everyone tells me this, so naturally I don’t appreciate it and don’t put any effort into my relationships. I don’t have to.
I could tell by the way these kids responded to me that every one of them was a damn fine kid just bleeding for some attention, and specifically from a father.
Momma — The woman that beat the shit out of every single one of these kids, (and now I know from the daughter that I ran into, poppa, as well) now resides in a comfy condo in Florida, thanks to the life insurance poppa paid no-matter-what….and the sale of the big fucking house he bought, and God knows what else….to live out the rest of her days.
In case “Birth of Vagicon” hasn’t yet prompted people to throw a brick through my window I thought I might recap with an examination of a review—of sorts—of The Man Whisperer written by Candice M. Giove over at the New York Post. I haven’t read it and I can tell you right now that there’s a greater chance of me …
