Man’s Ruin – Rinse and Repeat

As I turn the pages of the New York Post today I came across one more scandal involving sex. Even though I hate sports, I was desperately trying to escape the saturation of political scandals so I turned to the back page.

From ten years ago with MonicaGate to today’s sordid lead articles about that fag Senator Craig cruising for dick, I was desperate to give my eyes the tranquility of Plato, Socrates and the world of literature. Instead, I found myself in the toilet floundering around with the other pieces of shit.

I cannot even find relief from the inundation of sexual scandal in the world of religion because another Jim Baker or Jimmy Swagart would be unleashed and I would be yet again be sucked into that great big vagina in sky.

As you know, I am the ultimate addict for both food and mostly sex. When my appetites are sated from Godiva chocolate there is always the fantasy of yet one more new pussy and I yearn for a blowjob from a 25-foot python who wants to engulf me completely. Because of my addictions I lost five homes, and lost my entire bank account.

It used to be that these scandals were just political or just religious but now the sacred world of sports has been defiled by the New York Knicks Isaiah Thomas brouhaha. The glory of the muscular gladiator dating back to ancient Greece being diluted by cannibalistic females in search of his gizm and servicing tongue give them the chance to seize all our possessions.

There is no safe harbor all ye who search for new pussy. Instead we are sinking into the quicksand of hedonism via the momentarily pleasure of the quick fuck.

I wonder why we no longer seek solace in long term objectives but rather only care about the next moment. That is why the Stephon Marbury's and Kobe Bryant’s of the world will put in jeopardy their marriage, reputations and contracts with Nike for the spasm of immediate sexual pleasure.

Why are these men willing to take the chance to lose everything? Haven’t they learned from the past? From the Bible to Cleopatra and all of man’s history is about man’s dick sailing for a new place to dock. Would Ted Williams or Jackie Robinson have compromised their physical accomplishments for a quick hump? These heroes of yore were so committed to being the best athletes that they could be, that they would not let themselves be distracted by women. It’s a known tenet of boxing that trainers insist that their fighters abstain from sex during training leading up to a fight. The obvious reason is that the spilling of his seed will dilute his passion to spill his opponent’s blood. In today’s godless world, where values are funnier than a politician’s speech, we have nothing to believe, in so ejaculation becomes the equivalent of genuflection.

From a President who has lied for four years about the war in Iraq and has the honesty of a Three-Card Monte player we are left with nothing to hold onto but our hormones and instincts for immediate gratification.

I am living proof of this being the wrong way to live. I have no money, girlfriends and I am only a shadow of what I used to be because of my inability to control my curiosity for clit

Every pussy is a remake of Groundhog Day, it’s all the same. Yet we continue, with no end in sight, to live by the myth of new pussy. We always think the next pussy will make us richer, greater or taller. But it never does.

We are doomed by nature. Addiction cleared my blackboard of accomplishments just like it did to many other men of history and countless others to be.