Be lewd, Not Nude, On the net (satire)

Children these days still run away from home with their BFF, but they beat them up and shave them bald, to psych out their competition so they can desperately get attention from boys until they get pregnant. That is called, "having a life."

That's why Tallulah Bankhead was lewd and a bisexual sex monster in the 1930s, because that is how "bad" girls did it in great-Grandmama's day. The coke just cut the edge off.

Today, the lewd teens know about illegal drugs, drinking, oral sex, condoms, sextoys, flashing titties onlie, younow, Amanda Todd, and how to love themselves so they don't "steal" their BFF's BF, get beat up in front of their peers, drink bleach, etc. just cos they lost the love of their parents due to be lewd.

At least they weren,t as nude as Amanda got.

Even so, parents should stop judging their kids for being lewd and then deprive their children of love until they get addicted to the internet to get the attention they so desperately want from their MOMs and DADs until they flash their titties while getting nude and worse, like glowstick love. >:)

Otherwise they are going continue to commit suicide, just because parents cut them off from their love and attention, just for having a sex life. And governments are going to police the net until everyone is accused of being a pedobear, a stalker, and other thoughtcrime.

Just for not being aware that lewdness is a violation of internet etiquette and nudity means their well meaning friends exercise their bullying for the good of all.

Well, I accuse all of Amanda Todd's friends of creating the lewd monster she became. At least she was notorious. Y'all are just a bunch of successful sociopaths in training, but she failed to be one, thanks to your reverse psychology.

Now forget what I ranted about, and shut off your computer. You need to have a life because "there is no life on the net."

Karma is a bitch, but it cannot return Amanda. By hiding the truth from the world and letting the propaganda machine called Carol Todd carry on, you ex-friends of "dat bitch" Amanda 'glowsticks' Todd, you all shall lead interesting lives.

Even you RCMP, especially with your "we can't do anything for you until you get Amanda off the Internet for seven weeks" but nobody even addressing her Internet addiction thanks to lack of motherly love.

Let the expert propagandist Carol Todd talk, while you all try to restrict the Internet "to stop internet bullying" when the truth will set you free.

Now forget I wrote this and shut off your computer. Get out and have a life, because like me, if you read up to this point, you are a computer addict and say the first step clearly: Hello, my name is -Stephen- and I am an Internet Addict, my life is unmanageable and I am powerless over it.

Nobody has the right to be on the Internet for days. In due time it will cause mental illness, marital discord, divorce, and loneliness.

However, addicts will continue to abuse others on the Net until they have lost their access, their homes, and sometimes, their lives. Few people seek help. So I have provided it again and again even though it hurts every time.

Life has gotten interesting for all parties indeed.

The Rant of a Social Drinker

Chronic alcoholism appears to be a common theme with my roommate's ex-husband, who drank himself to death and a co-worker's mother who brews her own booze but denies being an alcoholic.

These are two separate stories, and not uncommon.

In actual fact, even social drinking masks the chronic alcoholic, turning him into a funny party animal that mass media morphs into marketing propaganda for liquor sales.

Nations make money off social drinking, yet leaves us with the bromine, "Drink responsibly."

As sober people, we should stigmatize alcoholic consumers as "drunks" and conjure up the annual family story of misery and tragedy, rather than perpetuating the trope that social drinkers almost never become alcoholics.

A beer a day is indeed the beginnings of alcoholism. Weekend binges and the parties are not coming-of-age material but alcoholism.

Anyone who does not feel a buzz from one beer are most likely an alcoholic.

As long as we live in denial about the dangers of regular drinking of alcohol, one day drink will affect us in ways that we would never imagine.

For my name is Stephen, and I'm an alcoholic.

A Wake Up Call

Around 5 AM I got woke up by an angry female voice outside who told of the story of her pregnant roommate trying to kill her.

The man who was with her mumbled his reply back — he was smart to remain soft-spoken.

After a couple minutes they moved on.

This is why I dislike being within earshot of an argument or someone raising their voices so the whole neighbourhood could hear.

It makes me wish I took my sleep aid when I went to sleep at 2 AM.

On reflection, I feel a little sheepish because I raised my voice in the past, mainly due to not letting other people off the hook first so that I could get off the hook more easily.

It is disheartening to realize that a few people make so many inappropriate choices that they are prone to anger like that.

All I can do is meditate on what I heard and pray that my journey out of unforgiveness guided by the light of loving-kindness into recovery continues.

I realize that I cannot change what I hear.

What I am able to change is to transcend the habitual tendency to react to what I hear and act on the message hidden underneath all that hurt and anger.

What that lady is actually saying is "I am hurting, and upset my roommate tried to kill me because we didn't let each other off the hook."

It makes me thankful that I've let off my family, friends and loved ones off the hook.

By doing so, it is possible to quiet anger and heal my wounded soul.

All it takes is prayer and meditation on the messages hidden in an unseen stranger's anger.

So I am grateful for this woman who raised her voice in anger, and woke me up.

After a moment's meditation, all that comes to me is: "There but by the grace of God go I."

Humility (AA affirmation)

I just wish to be an ordinary human being. For me, the desire to be sober without humility is no different from relapse.

Humility keeps the ego deflated so that God as I know Him shine above like the sun.

Sobriety is not holiness, because humility is what reminds us that we are no better than the drinker.

The sober are able to identify with their social drinking, partying friends. Yet they no longer compare themselves with their friends because of that humility.