Be a (Booble) Lover, Not a Fighter

I am not a physical fighter. I can be verbally abusive but have never hit any man or woman with my fists of feet. From 1950 to 1954 I attended a predominantly black high school in Bed-Stuyvestant called Boys High. Mike Tyson attended Boys High and is a more typical example of the type of character produced by that fine establishment. Although I didn't graduate (I was thrown out in my last year for cutting biology), I eventually got my High School diploma from Tombstone High in Arizona while I was in the army. After Boys High I joined the US Army as a signal corps photographer during the Korean war and, naturally, used those skills later in life to become a pornographer (your tax dollars at work!). After my honorable discharge as a PFC I went to Pace University on the GI Bill and still have my government life insurance and am a proud Korea war veteran. While at Boys High I got in 10 street fights and lost EVERY ONE! I was weak and white and never learned to throw a punch. The first punch established the direction of the battle. For me it was always on my back. But I learned an important life lesson. I became a photographer for the high school paper, the "Red and Black" (for me it was the "Black and Blue"). As school photgrapher I took free photos for the all black footbal and basketball teams in exchange for their protection from future beatings. I never lost another fight and learned the meaning of quid pro quo.


One of the most frequent questions I get is, "Hey Al, when did you stop beating your wife?" I wound up in a "wife beater's" class (anger management) for "aggravated assault," but I have never lifted a finger in anger toward any woman. I know how to pick a fight verbally, though.

I was captain of my debating team at Pace College for three years and also debated at Boys High. In 1960 I was accepted to New York Law school for my verbal skills. While running Screw Magazine, I debated EVEYONE including Pat Buchannan, Jerry Falwell and every feminist with a cock bigger then mine. Gloria Steineim had the biggest dick of all. So how did I wind up in a "wife beater's school?" For "harassing" my third wife Gina in the pages of Screw. I blamed her for turning my Harvard scholar son against me and ran her phone number in Screw and asked readers to call her at work to call her a "cunt." My faithful readers obliged. Gina didn't like being told she was a cunt by strangers. The judge didn't like that my ex-wife Gina was being called a cunt by strangers. The judge sentenced me to 30 weeks of anger management classes. I've now learned that it's a mistake to use a readership to call your ex-wife a cunt. She's not a cunt. Repeat, my ex-wife Gina is not a CUNT! I was in error for having strangers call her at work and have them call her a cunt!

My anger management group was led by professional and quality social workers. The ages of my felow wife beaters was 19 to 34. I was the oldest and least violent of the 14 members of my "group. I was also the only jew which proves we sue but don't believe in fisticuffs. Half the group was from India where women are thought of as possessions. To jewish men women are considered excess baggage and grief and financial obligation. The motive for the beatings was always the same: A disregard for consequences and control or the loss of control. Women used their sexuality and children and men used their physical superiority and money. It was an uneven conflict. If the women avoided death or violence then the men got bum-fucked by a politically correct judiciary system. If there is unsafe sex then this is unsafe mating. Acting out with fists doomed the man and the relationship. Better to go to Booble and get turned on and copulate until physical exhaustion drains your adrenaline and you fall into each others arms. Release instead of repression and everyone stays out of jail and lives to fuck another day.