1 Fantastic Tip For Bona Fide Personal Growth: Think Like A Queen

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Ladies and those who used to be men—if you want to grow you’ve got to think like a queen.

Look, I know that so many of you want to grow, to bloom where you’re planted, to rise to the occasion the way that delicious you know what of Mr. You Know Who rises you do that one thing!

But what’s holding you back from thinking like a queen is your fear of failure.

Come on, admit it, girl! Isn’t that what’s behind your lackluster approach to life?

You could be so much more. And yet you act like a queen with her head cut off.

So what’s holding you back?

If you want to be a queen, you have to think like a queen, and thinking like a queen means not being afraid to fail. There, I said it: don’t be afraid to fail!

We have to fail to grow. And there’s no better place to learn about growth through failure than former Queen of France, Marie Antoinette.

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How Queen Marie Antoinette Thought Like A Queen

Marie Antoinette, the last literal Queen of France before the French Revolution, knew throughout her life that she was something special.

First off, she knew that she was a queen. So it was only natural for her to think like a queen.

That’s the key: you’ve got to convince yourself that you are a queen, and convince yourself that you are in fact a literal queen.

Through the use of autohypnosis, you can convince yourself that you are a queen. Just remind yourself 100 times each morning before you get up, “I am a queen. I Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is a necessary part of growth. I am a queen“, and say this again 100 times again before bed.

INSIDER TIP >>> Better yet, why do the heavy lifting yourself? You’re a queen, after all. So have your children or partner say this 100 times to you, morning and evening—preferrably while on their knees.

“You are queen, you think like a queen, a queen isn’t afraid to fail, failure is part of a queen’s growth, and you are a queen.”

Second, Marie Antoinette allowed herself no alternative but to think like a queen

She wasn’t going to be a queen only to think like a peasant or a court jester or a farmer or a peasant or a serf or a starving guttersnipe. Screw that. She was a queen, and thought that way.

So she spent lavishly on parties, food, clothes, jewelry, and luxuries, delved into politics, and encouraged her subjects, the French, to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. It wasn’t her fault that they were poor. If only they would have thought like a queen, the way she did, they would have been able to see their personal failures as a means to growth.

Third, Marie Antoinette wasn’t afraid to fail. Not at all.

When she was criticized for her wasteful spending and failed policies, she paid no attention to her critics. She was a queen, so she doubled down on her policies and continued to spend more lavishly. Never afraid of going bankrupt—and what queen is?—she persisted in dipping into the national treasury.

Sure, some money might be wasted, but she knew that failure was a necessary part of growth.

Think Like A Queen To Grow, Just Like Marie Antoinette

And then came that fateful day that Marie Antoinette was arrested.

Strictly because the peasants, serfs, and other ingrates who were afraid to fail to grow were in fact jealous that she had lit upon such a wonderful mode of personal achievement.

Even after she was condemned to death, she wasn’t afraid of this failure.

“Oh well,” she said to the priest after eating an enormous cake just before she was taken to the guillotine at Place de la Concorde in Paris, “failure is a necessary part of growth. The peasants are failures because they don’t think like queens. Alas for them. And by the way I haven’t really failed anyway. I’ve just succeeded in a different way. Now, genuflect before me, and let us be on our way.”

After she marched up to the guillotine, she addressed the people.

“All of you must learn to think like a queen. You’re stuck on the short side of failure because you don’t see failure as your ticket to personal growth. Tisk, tisk. Failure is a necessary part of growth. I’m not afraid to fail. That’s why I will continue to grow long after this ordeal has passed. I’ll bounce back.”

Indeed, Marie Antoinette did bounce back: her head, lopped from her body, fell into the dirty basket below, then in a bizarre twist of historical fate, bounced several feet into the air, and with her final words, she said, “Think like a queen, friends, queens aren’t afraid to—”

But before Marie Antoinette’s head could finish speaking, it fell back into the basket and disappeared from sight.

The Last Gasp: Learn to think like a queen

A queen isn’t afraid to fail. She knows that failure is just a different type of success, setting one up for growth.

You might feel like your head’s gotten lopped off. That’s okay! Just keep insisting on the best for yourself, even at the expense of others. Because their failure can lead to their personal growth.

After all, you’re a queen—so are they!

A queen isn’t afraid to fail, and you must fail if you want to grow.

Plant that seed!

Home smell like cat pee? try this…..

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guys, does your home smell like cat pee?

If you said, Yes, this post is for you.

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Josh here from GHITU with important information about how to get rid of the cat pee smell in your house once and for all.

Today I live a happy and healthy life in a home that doesn’t smell like cat pee.

But a dozen years ago….

A dozen years ago, I had a BIG SMELLY problem

I had a house overrun with cats who were peeing everywhere.

No joke!

On the carpet, the furniture, the kitchen table, the bathroom, on my clothes, in the closets, on the sheets—sometimes even on the ceiling fan, while it was moving…

While I was sleeping below it!

Yuck!

How’s that for showers of affection?

Hey—you name it, they were peeing on it.

Sometimes I felt like they had taken over the house, and I was a guest…in my own house.

That’s when I started to panic.

My work began to suffer

At work, I had a nickname: Cat Pee Guy.

Everybody would see me coming at work and say, “Oh, there’s cat pee guy”—because, as much as I hate to admit it, I smelled like cat pee.

To make matters worse, I had inhaled so much cat pee smell that I couldn’t even smell it on myself!

To be honest, at the time I thought they were overreacting, until one day my supervisor called me into his office and told me that my “condition”, as he called it, was a “handicap”, and that he had quietly made a reasonable accommodation for me by moving me to a janitorial closet in the back hallway.

“And please, we can do everything through video calls with you. You won’t need to leave the closet.”

It got so bad that I was having to buy new clothes every day.

I spent a fortune on clothes I would wear once, then throw them out. I didn’t wash them because no matter how much I washed them or where I put them, the cats would find a way to pee on them.

My personal life began to suffer

but that wasn’t the end of my troubles.

Oh, no. My personal life also began to suffer.

Slowly, one by one, my eight girlfriends broke up with me, and always in the same way. Was it a coincidence? I’ll let you decide.

All eight of them broke up with me within minutes of me bringing them to my house for the first time.

The scene was always the same: walk into the house, the girlfriend got one or two steps in, flared her nostrils, a desperate look crossed her face, she suddenly would say that she was sorry, but she just remembered that her sick mother, who was dying of a rare tropical disease, was coming into town because she wanted to die close to her loved ones instead of all alone.

Therefore, she had to leave immediately.

Just how all of these women happened to have a sick mother who was dying of a rare tropical disease within days of each other, I’ll never know.

The lesson I learned is that while women in heat love cats, they hate cat pee.

It got so bad, I had a mental breakdown

With my work and personal life on the fringes of oblivion, I nearly had a mental breakdown.

All this came to a head one day when I was sobbing inconsolably in the stairwell at work. One of my female coworkers—God bless her—put on a respirator she happened to have in her desk drawer and came down to console me.

I left work that day more depressed than I ever had been in my life.

How could I have let my home smell like cat pee? More importantly, what was I going to do about it?

I loved my cats dearly, they were my family. We had spent so many glorious days and nights together.

So what did I do?

Let me ask you: if you were in my situation, what would you have done?

My one solution: make your home not smell like cat pee

The idea I lit upon was so ingenious that I just had to tell you about it.

In fact, the idea was so liberating and revolutionary that it changed my life and made me into a different man almost overnight….

It was so amazing…that I couldn’t keep it to myself and I have now embarked on a speaking tour across the United States to share my amazing discovery with everyone struggling with a home that smells like cat pee.

(And by the way, you can attend one of my two hour THIS HOME DOESN’T SMELL LIKE CAT PEE ANYMORE seminars for just $495!!!)

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Here’s what happened.

First, I realized that I had to change my perspective.

As Whitney Wolfe Herd says,

Life is about perspective and how you look at something…ultimately, you have to zoom out.

I saw that I was locked in an epic battle of evolution, human versus beast, a battle of survival of the fittest.

I had set my telephoto camera lens on cat urine instead of FREEDOM.

Second, I took action.

It’s one thing to dream, another to do.

So I put an enormous bucket of catnip about 20 yards outside the back door.

Then I dribbled a trail of catnip leading to the bucket.

I told the cats, “Guys, look: if you follow this trail out to that bucket and look inside, you’re gonna see a miracle happen in your life.”

As the cats followed the trail and started begging me to let them out, I did just that.

Finally, I never…

Here it is…

My one final step to answering the “Home smell like cat pee” question in the negative.

The final thing I did was to never let the cats back in the house again.

And you know what?

Once I ripped out the carpet, got rid of the furniture, threw out my clothes, gutted and remodeled the house from top to bottom—and all with money that just happened to show up in my mailbox at just the right time—my home didn’t smell like cat pee anymore.

No, not at all.

Now, it smelled like survival of the fittest.

For a few weeks the cats hung out around the house.

Oh, how they begged and pleaded to be allowed back into the house they had wrecked!

I watched them return to their natural wild state again. Climbing trees, chasing mice, lounging around the yard, eating grass.

Two got hit by cars, but I reminded myself that pet ownership, just like life out in the jungle when you’re surrounded by venomous and rapacious animals, is always about survival of the fittest.

The cars were obviously more evolved and better fit for survival in the rough and tumble of the street world.

Sure, it was discouraging at first watching these cats, formerly some of my best friends, stand on the back porch caterwauling and singing all day, sometimes into the night, scratching the screen door and the flower pots, hissing, puking, and yes, peeing.

But eventually they got the picture: they weren’t coming back. They had been defeated. And they knew it.

I was more evolved, more fit to live in the house.

And the catnip bucket? A local homeless guy fought the cats for it the same day I put it out there. No joke.

It was a glorious battle, one for the evolutionary ages. Even though the cats bit and clawed him, he got the bucket and all the catnip away from the cats.

I saw him the next day. His pupils were constricted and he was spinning in circles. His hair was sprinkled with cat nip. He was also drooling.

He’d eaten all of the catnip, of course, and as necessity is the mother of invention, he turned the bucket into a toilet.

Way to go, guy. Keep it up.

So, friend, your home smells like cat pee and you don’t know what to do about it, follow my solution. You’ll be glad you did.

P.S. If you ever see a bucket lying around, think twice before grabbing it. You never know where it’s been.

3 Cool Ways To Live A Consistent Life

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Guys, Josh here to give you some double quick-and-dirty examples of people who don’t live a consistent life, and fast track you on the way to a solution.

What a shame! A new poll from Buford Schuck Research Associates shows that 84% of American’s don’t live a consistent life.

And nowhere is this seen more than in the area of American vices.

>>> FUN FACT: If you’re struggling to decide between the road of vice and the road of virtue, you are nine times more likely to be able to live consistently by following the path of vice.

Let’s take a look at some crazy examples

Your average liar

Such a person lies with inconsistency—content to tell the truth while only here and there peppering conversations, emails, and patient documentation with a fib.

It’s hard to respect a liar who can’t be bothered to bring out the lie more than once or twice a week.

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A paperclip here, a stapler, two or three pens—and this over weeks and months, stricken of enthusiasm, laden with guilt. If you’re going to steal, steal big. If you’re going to pinch, make a plan and get to work right away, without hesitation, without delay.

Maybe you should even set quotas for your sticky fingers to that you can stay in practice but also make sure you’re not lagging behind.

As the Pink Panthers say, life is short, theft is long.

Respecting such a thief is as difficult as respecting a senator known for telling the plain truth and only sometimes obfuscating.

The Manipulative Wife

Then we meet the wife who manipulates her husband every now and then, but most of the time goes along with what he wants.

Have the decency to manipulate with regularity.

No wonder her husband has fallen out of love with her and taken up with the freshman trollop; he never knows what to expect and must be chagrined at her failure to live a simple and consistent life.

Politician’s Flip-Flopping Fail

Like a great hemorrhoid on one’s anus, politicians so obtrude that I bring them up again to mention a plague among congresspersons of all stripes: the failure to consistently flip-flop.

Sometimes we witness a consistent Congressional flip-flopper; most of the time a position is struck and held.

Where have the true flip-floppers gone? Those whose Yes will be No, and whose No, Yes, just give it time?

And where are those who flip-flop on flip-flopping? Where are those who announce that they did not flip-flop, then flip-flop to say they did flip-flop, then flip-flop again to say that they did not flip-flop but only after flip-flopping on flip-flopping?

Awesome Solution: Live a Consistent Life with the Pick and Stick Method

With so many pitfalls, here’s a sure solution to help you become a person of consistency and live a consistent life.

I call it the Pick and Stick Method.

  1. Pick a vice you like or are driven to of necessity.
  2. Stick to that vice at all times without wavering. It is your raison d’etre, your modus vivendi, your calling card. Don’t leave home without it.

“He that is unjust, let him be unjust still: and he which is filthy, let him be filthy still.”

—  The King James Bible

Be a true thief, a truly manipulative wife, a true flip-flopper, a true practitioner of vice.

Then you will restore our faith that somebody, somewhere, can be counted on to live a consistent life.

Out Of This World Shocking Ways To Deal With Alien Invasions

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Hi Guys — Josh here with pressing information to help you deal with alien invasions.

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The Government Has Been Keeping A Secret…At Your Expense!

For decades the government hasn’t been telling you how to deal with alien invasions. But they have been wining and dining aliens—and all on your dime.

Until now, the out of this world relationship has been hush-hush, a government secret, kept from the prying eyes of the need-to-know public.

But now, those in the know are coming clean about it.

Well, some of it.

Here’s what the government ISN’T telling you, and are you really ready to deal with alien invasions?

Sure, the government might be dishing the dirt on some of its knowledge about aliens and UFOs, but there’s a lot more that they aren’t telling you.

Most aliens are harmless tourists.

Contrary to theories espoused by movies such as Men in Black, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, War of the Worlds, Predator, and Alien, the majority of aliens come to Earth as tourists.

>>> FUN FACT: Did you know that nine aliens from Serpaster, a planet 80 billion light years from our galaxy, were consulted in the making of the original Invasion of the Body Snatchers film? The group later reviewed the movie, saying it offered a ‘plausible’ but ‘not wholly credible’ vision of invasion methods.

Said one alien tourist at a bank in New Hampshire,

We’re not quite as exciting as many Earthlings have been led to believe. We like that Earth is a relatively safe and stable locality. It’s rich in simplicity, its people are unassuming and easily misled with tales of galactic adventure. Most Earth people don’t believe the tales, of course, but that makes the telling of the tale all the more amusing to the space traveler.

In their brochure, Why We Recommend Earth for an Amusing Getaway, The Council of Interstellar Tourism says of Earth, in tones reminiscent of one of the galaxy’s most celebrated authors, Ernest Hemingway, that Earth “is a clean well lighted place inexpensive and safe if you compare it to the Borzonger minefield. The simple history played out without electricity or nuclear fission, making sightseeing a solar breeze.”

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But there is a group of aliens…

A small minority…

Not many, just four out of every 117 aliens (according to The Council of Interstellar Tourism)…

that could be called invaders….

The aliens you really need to worry about when you deal with an alien invasion.

They are a hardy ambitious lot, militantly capitalistic.

They see the entire galaxy, and everything in it, as up for sale. Anything and everything can be bought and sold, without limit, without compromise.

To this end they seek only the best that the universe has to offer.

When it comes to Earth, the one area of interest is the Earth tourism trade. Unlike their tourist counterparts, they have no interest in touring Earth. They are investors. What they want is to make a profit on the trade.

And now that the Earth tourism trade has taken off, these ultra-capitalists are ready to get their fingers deep into the green.

They want to establish a monopoly on the Earth tourism trade, replete with intergalactic laws and regulations to ensure its perpetuity, and their hegemony.

In short, this minority group sees the Earth as a place to rake in the profits.

“With us it’s a strictly economical interest,” said Earth Tourism magnate Vigga Tongo. “We know that you misunderstand this. We’ve seen plenty of your conspiracy theories and those television shows and movies with all their ideas of higher forms of life and this sort of thing.

We’re capitalists, pure capitalists. Pretty much everybody in the galaxy is. We’ve trolled the galaxy for thousands of your years trading, buying, selling, fighting wars for this and that, all in the name of capitalism.

When capitalism breaks down, or the currency loses too much value, we have a war, which clears out a good portion of the population that was a drag on the economy, and reinstates capitalism in its purest form.

In fact the galactic capitalism system is the only system of pure capitalism that has ever existed. It’s a beautiful system.”

The venture capitalist aliens are ready to invade and line their pockets at your expense. The invasion is happening, it’s real, and it won’t be televised.

To this end, consider the following tips and tricks to prepare for the invasion.

When You Deal With Alien Invasions, You Must Avoid These Two Vicious Pitfalls

1. Beware of Offers to Become a Tour Guide

Alien attempts to monopolize tourism on Earth might seem, as one former abductee has said, “like no big deal.”

But that’s far from the truth.

The alien tourism trade is a big deal for humans because the invading aliens are always looking for tour guides. And who better than humans to serve as guides?

Human tour guides are the gold standard in Earth tourism, because most aliens have a strong aversion to getting lost.

If they don’t know where they’re going, they’ll probably just stay home, because the bible of alien travel contingency plans, What To Do When You’re Lost In The Galaxy, advises lost aliens to abandon all hope of returning home and make do wherever they are.

 

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Most aliens find this advice hard to argue with, but most also find it even harder to swallow.

Our group of Earth tourism venture capitalists has the perfect solution: human tour guides. With the incredible rise in Earth tourism, there is a healthy and vibrant market for Earth tour guides.

The approach to human tour guide recruitment.

But with a need for human tour guides comes a need for recruitment, which presents a problem: the aliens have found that humans don’t want to be tour guides for aliens. Which means that aliens have to resort to heavy-handed tactics.

Leka Tugboat, an alien enthusiast, multi-abduction victim, and tour guide from North Dakota, says,

“They control you through your anus, what they call the dirigible portal, or DiPo. They put a non-lubed behavioral coordinator (NLBC) into your rectum, which allows them to control all your movements and brain waves. These aliens are notoriously cheap and prefer to use human slave labor.

The trick is that they don’t want any other humans to know that the human slaves are under their control, so they use the NLBC. The worst part of the NLBC is that it has a destruction mode. If something goes wrong, or if you’re about to spill the beans about the situation, the rip you apart from the anus outward.

Can someone help me? I am so tired of touring these schmucks around.

Like most humans, aliens prefer to take the path of least resistance.

They find isolated individuals with low IQs, offer them a certain sum of money to take a “tour guide job” that they say has “unlimited potential,” then invite them into their spacecraft.

Turns out that the unlimited potential the aliens are talking about means the perpetuity with which you will be employed by the aliens.

Recruitment is forever.

For some, such as Stephen Spielberg, who long for their own close encounter of the third kind, this kind of recruitment might be a dream come true. Which might explain why Spielberg has set up a “sky viewing center” on the beach in Malibu, replete with highly reflective mirrors to signal approaching spacecraft.

But for most humans who aren’t Hollywood royalty and cannot bend reality to their will, it’s less than ideal, so proceed with caution.

2. Beware Alien Snacking

FACT: Aliens, both tourists and monopolizers, enjoy snacking.

Earth snacks are considered exotic fare. Better still, unregurgitated, still-packaged snacks can fetch astonishing prices on the intergalactic black market.

Especially chips.

There is nothing similar, or even close to, a chip in the galaxy. The chip is considered to be the finest of all fare, a succulent delight that adventurers throughout the galaxy will risk limb and verslock to get.

Though for some aliens the chips cause hemorrhaging, intestinal blockages, or anal leakages, they don’t care: aliens craving these delectable snacks are willing to die for them.

They will also pay exorbitantly to possess them. For example, a small bag of Doritos can go for 81 berspongers, which is about $150,000 US.

>>> FUN FACT: In 2003 Joe Biden sold a family size bag of Doritos to an alien investor for $311,000 US. The Biden family’s affiliation with the Intergalactic Trade Market is still under investigation.

The Snacking Reconnaissance

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So how does the snack attack take place?

Aliens begin their snacking insurgency by scanning your garbage cans. They want to know what you throw out so that they can know what you are likely to buy again—and how much.

Depending on how motivated they are feeling, this surveillance can go on for days or weeks.

(In one extreme case at Stonehenge, aliens surveilled the site for 300 years, until they got sick of the vigil and obliterated the humans there and, in a fit of anger that resulted from a snack deficit and from outlays exceeding inlays, removed all information signs the ancient inhabitants put on the stones, so that future generations would forever be confused about the site. As the centuries rolled on, the aliens realized that this dearth of information about Stonehenge could be turned to a profit and consulted with executives at the History Channel to create speculative shows about Stonehenge and a variety of other localities on Earth that remain a mystery to modern humans but are in fact sites of snack surveillance gone wrong.)

The more frequent the pickups, and the larger the trash receptacle, the greater the attention that will be paid to the waste.

“We don’t want to waste our time, no pun intended,” said Logga-bogo, an amorphously-bodied alien from the rogue planet Jerfrunkteroff, 800,000 light years from Earth and with a nasty habit of crashing into other planets, just for fun. “We’ve only got one life, about 2,450 Earth years,” he says. “Goes by in the blink of a telnuck. Like we say, you only live once. Better make the most of it.”

Amateur Hour: Should I Provide Snacks During An Invasion?

Some readers might wonder whether they should leave snacks outside for aliens.

For rill? You serruss? Girrrrrl, talk to the hand!

This dangerous and ill-advised move could put you and your family in jeopardy.

When the aliens see a large stash of uneaten snacks sitting outside, they assume that there are even more snacks inside, which may trigger an immediate home invasion.

This is known in the alien snack world as a “locality overrun” or “snackskrieg”.

If this happens to you, you’re screwed.

The aliens overrun the home and spare no one in the process, taking all humans hostage for their tourism program, and sometimes burn the house to the ground once they have made off with all snacks, so that no one else can participate.

(Incidentally, this is the true story behind the disaster at Chernobyl, one of the worst snackskriegs in human history. Have you ever wondered what happened to all the people who lived in Chernobyl? Exactly: enslaved by aliens as tour guides.)

Snacks for Sale on the Open Market

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It’s not just that aliens crave snacks. Many aliens see snacks as a way to make big money on the Intergalactic Exotic Luxuries Exchange Market (IELEM).

“We’ve been asked about fairness,” said Lorf Loff, of the IELEM, “and in all fairness to the question of fairness, this fairness question has never fairly come up before, and to be fair we don’t think it would be a fair question, anyway, and haven’t yet formulated a fair answer that could be considered coherent on the matter of fairness, therefore in the interest of clarity, and fairness, we have no fair comment at this time.”

What About Grocery Stores?

Grocery store owners have long been aware of the feeding frenzies of aliens and have taken steps to prevent aliens from absconding with their stock of snacks.

They have done so through the efforts of a top secret U.S. Government program called Above Majestic.

This particular program helps grocery stores stave off the ne’er do well aliens who would pillage their snack shelves.

Though little is known about this program, former President Jimmy Carter stated in 2003 that “it is alive and well, a perpetual hope for grocers across this nation, that one day we might link arms or tentacles with the aliens and form a bond of united peace.”

>>> FUN FACT: Jimmy Carter’s body was sold to the same venture capitalist aliens who, years ago, nabbed the Voyager Golden records from both Voyager 1 and 2. Renamed Carter The Great, the aliens are remodeling and rejuvenating Carter’s body in preparation for the ultimate snackskrieg, in which the revamped Carter will lead the final invasion of Earth. Enslaving all humans, the Earth will be turned into a snack factory and distribution center, to be ruled by a small conglomerate of capitalists, who will worship Carter as god and establish themselves as the gold standard of the intergalactic snack trade. The Golden Records will be permanently on display, the words of Carter resounding across the Earth over and over for all eternity.

Photo Elizabeth Frantz/Reuters via ABC news. Carter The Great’s casket, prior to being transferred to an alien shipping house.

Whatever Above Majestic might be, it’s strong enough to keep the aliens away from grocery stores.

The Last Gasp

As always, the authors of this article take no responsibility for the action you might take regarding aliens. Nor are we in league with alien venture capitalists.

We can, however, issue a heartfelt plea: be careful when dealing with aliens. While most are harmless tourists, the kind of average galactic folks who work hard and like to take a pleasant vacation from the stresses of everyday living, keep in mind that there’s an enclave of opportunists just waiting for the right moment to put your tourism skills to good use—then raid your home and steal your snacks.

If nothing else, you are one step closer to being able to deal with alien invasions.

A Quick Meditation: Never Miss A Potent Opportunity To Quit

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What disappoints me most about your situation is all the time you’ve wasted. I think all the junctures you’ve come to—all those strange and difficult forks in the road that forced you to choose whether to go on or to quit right there, maybe even to die.

What I can’t understand is why you never availed yourself of the many opportunities you had to quit.

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When Was The Last Time You Squandered An Opportunity To Quit?

Guys, Josh here with a quick meditation about staying the course.

Look, the facts are in and remain indisputable: those who stay the course and pursue their dreams are the other side of the same coin as those who quit the course and gave up along the way.

I want to make a case against the person who persevered and achieved her goals, no matter what they might have achieved; no matter how high they reached in life; now matter how overwhelmingly the accolades that swirl around them drown the humbler voices of mediocrity; despite all this, I say that such a person is a failure.

She had innumerable opportunities to quit, to give up, to flake out. And what did she do? She squandered every opportunity.

She looked at these sterling opportunities to abandon ship and said to herself—or shouted it to everyone around her, more likely—“I don’t give a damn for quitters, I’m not going down with this ship, I’m going to stick it out, come hell or high water.”

That, friend, is the swan song of the defeated. Defeated by the notion that they should continue on the hard road.

Over and over these opportunities to quit warned them that nothing good was going to come from “pushing on”, as these so-called achievers said of themselves.

The fact is, when you look at the other side of the coin, those who appear to be achievers are in fact losers and failures.

Would it not be better for them to have seen the remarkable opportunities before them to quit and to take advantage of them? By missing this opportunity, they missed the path of mediocrity. Now they are overwhelmed with success, and what good is that?

What’s so great about mediocrity?

Success is fickle, so is fortune: one day you’re up, the next you’re down.

But what’s so great about mediocrity is that it bypasses these up-and-down-cycles that the successful have to face, with their usual stoic resolve.

The mediocre have achieved something that might almost be called greatness. They have achieved mediocrity, and they did so in the face of innumerable opportunities thrown into their laps, almost pushed upon them, to achieve, to choose to do, be, and become something else.

I, for one, think it’s a shame and a disgrace that in America we have people who have spent so much time ignoring and neglecting every wonderful opportunity the American Dream affords us to quit.

Think of the blood and tears that have been shed in the name of the status quo, all the calls to “not be much more than others” lest your drive to succeed ruffle the otherwise placid feathers of your neighbor and the larger world.

No, thank you, friend: we can do well without high achievement.

What we need are those brave souls who daily choose the low road of mediocrity.

And no matter what siren song of achievement sticks its well-manicured finger in their faces, these brave souls ride on and roll on and carry on taking advantage of every opportunity to quit.

I, for one, think this is just about the last word on the American dream.

All I can say is that most people I have met haven’t yet understood that true heroism and achievement means taking advantage of every opportunity to quit.

And they should take advantage of these opportunities because of the wonderful and humane safety nets that American society provides for such motivated under-achievers.

They have earned these safety net opportunities. Daily they are faced with many opportunities. Daily they must turn them down. Daily the temptation must overwhelm them: yet they remain strong. The least we can do is to care for them.

The Last Gasp: Don’t Be A Loser, Take Every Opportunity To Quit

I, for one, don’t have a clue how they achieve this, but I will tell you one thing:

I don’t want to look back at my life, many years from now, and say, “Well, I had plenty of opportunities to quit, but I squandered them all. What a louse I was, what a loser!”

Then I’ll breathe my last—take that final breath, inhale, exhale, then pass on to some other world where I have to spend eternity in the company of those who squandered opportunities to quit, just like I did. Sure, we can regale each other with tales of this and that success—

I can’t help but think that a tear will form in my eye, and looking into the bright sunshine of that place, I’ll wonder where and why and how I went wrong. Maybe there will be an answer somewhere up there; or maybe there won’t.

And I’ll never know unless I take the opportunity to quit.

Awesomely Weird Resolutions For 2025

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Guys, Josh here from Greatest Human In The Universe wishing you a Happy New Year!

THIS YEAR you’re stayin’ alive in ’25…maybe just barely…hoping for something better…and you’re already tired of the generic resolutions that fat boy and stupid girl are spewing.

That’s why we’re starting you off with weird resolutions that I CAN GUARANTEE will help you start your 2025 quest to become the greatest human in the universe.

Without further ado, let’s get into this year’s awesomely weird resolutions.

Kick off your weird resolutions by quibbling endlessly about meaningless and pointless things in order to distract yourself from the meaninglessness and pointlessness of your own life.

Hey now, what’s this? There’s more logic to this than you think. Your biggest and most important resolution for the new year might just be to distract yourself from what’s really going on in your own life.

The less you pay attention to yourself and focus on meaningless and pointless things around you, the less you’ll notice that your life is meaningless and pointless. 

Don’t forget the “endlessly” part of the equation. With each argument, you’re FORGING A NEW IDENTITY, one that says, “I’m a quibbler, baby.” Such an identity will give your life meaning and purpose.

So get involved in meaningless arguments with other people. Bonus points if you can argue with them about themselves. This is a GREAT TECHNIQUE if you want to stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about others.

And while we’re on that topic…why not try to…

Focus on the pitfalls of others

You heard me.

From Hollywood to Bollywood to Washington, D.C., to your neighbors, friends, family, and spouse, the more you focus on the pitfalls of others, the better off we all will be.

A simple logic here, expressing itself in profound ways. If you focus on the pitfalls of others, you help them improve. Perhaps she doesn’t see how rude she is. Why not point it out? This will help her treat you with less rudeness, and perhaps might encourage her to BECOME POLITE.

Not only this, but you will be able to see YOURSELF IN PROPER PERSPECTIVE. Think about it this way: once you realize just how many pitfalls she’s got going on, you’ll see yourself in a better, more salubrious light.

But why do you need to be reminded of this? Don’t you do a good enough job of fixating on the pitfalls of others?

Fact is, you’re probably drowning in the positive thinking advice swamp and Stoic swirl that tells you to focus not on other people, but on yourself and the things you can change. So with these stellar incubatory bastians you might be tempted to swear off your critique of others. But think again, and see the rationale above.

Your awesomely weird resolutions list should include: experiment with weird cults

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Not saying you should join one – but just for fun, see how far in you can get before you’re too brainwashed to get out!

Among other weird resolutions, you should get a perpy pen pal

Weird but totally du jour for the New Gullible Snowflake Crowd, fresh research from Buford Schuck Englestrom research associates shows that perps who receive letters from those on the outside have more fun on the inside. 

One perp wrote to his pen pal, “Big Daddy had me read your letter out loud when he was buttfucking me. He wants to buttfuck you too.” More fun for everyone.

The letters you receive from your perp will give you that rare insider’s look at life inside the big house. Forget those sad, groping prison documentaries on Netflix. We’re talking about the big time, here.

See the penstrokes of real life murderers, thugs, rapists, scammers, and perps of all stripes.

And don’t forget that if your perp is scheduled for parole, you can meet him or her outside the gate and have a brand new friend to show around town. Or compare your letter stashes and see what the prison guards censored!

Summon demons

Look, you’ve thought A LOT about this one in 2024. Why not start 2025 off with this one from the grab bag of weird resolutions: a FIERY FIENDISH FREAKOUT aka demon conjuring.

Oh yeah, baby, because demons have already made their resolutions for 2025, and you’re on the list.

Just draw a large five pointed star on the ground using chalk, kill a chicken or goat, sprinkle the blood in the star, light a votive candle, and watch the magic. Any number of demons, perhaps Satan himself, will show up, ready and eager and willing to chit chat with you and more….

Clog the wheels of government

If there’s one thing the government hates, it’s time wasters. I.e. people like you and me, i.e. the citizens they serve. So get on the phone with your state representatives, local government staff, or the staff of any federal agency and waste their time.

Chat endlessly about your plans for 2025. Ask them if they have any recommendations for restaurants, or what plans they have made to improve themselves in the months ahead.

Send letters requiring a response, chummy confab-style literature that will make the assistant reading the letter sigh with ennui as yet ANOTHER fool makes his and/or her and/or its/their communication to this or that government office.

Offer vague requests for this or that form.

In short, take the longest road possible. Ask trivial questions requiring excessive amounts of time to answer.

Hey, you’re paying for that desk, that phone, that letterhead, that email…so why not get your money’s worth?

Date your gender

You spent last year attracting opposites. And you’re sick of it!

Wade into the murky waters of same-sex/gender relationships. You can’t go wrong here. If it looks like you, smells like you, and walks like you, it’s probably same-whatever. 

Same-sex attraction is all the rage these days. If you’ve been digging in your heels with your traditional approaches to attraction and opposite sex blah blah, throw that crap to the wolves and set your sights on SAME SEX ATTRACTION.

Hop into the pool and see what happens. Hell, you might find your niche.

Throw that crap to the wolves and set your sights on same sex attraction.

Weird resolutions just wouldn’t be the same if you didn’t get abducted by aliens

Aliens are all the rage now, aren’t they? The government is disclosing more information than ever about aliens, UFOs, and their place in this world and beyond.

Since there’s so much swirl on this topic, why not see for yourself what it’s all about? Get abducted by an alien.

Roswell, New Mexico, is your best bet for immediate contact. Head outside the city and wave a three foot by three foot piece of aluminum. Then sit tight and wait for the transport saucer to descend with blinding speed and whisk you away to places that would even make Captain Kirk go, “OMG! GTFOH!”

Intern With A Scammer

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Weird resolutions come in all shapes and sizes.

And like Vishi Ababa, of New Delhi scammer fame, this one’s a real gem. Try your damnedest to get into the scammer intern program, aka scamternship.

According to The Scam Weekly Bulletin, “Scamternships are nothing to hang up on. Did you know that you’re 110% more likely to succeed in the scamming industry when you study with a qualified Scamternship scammer in India?”

Speaking of which, the Scamternship lets you meet a real-life honest-to-Allah scammer, stay in his or her house, do his or her laundry, shadow him or her on the job, listen to him or her finagle the savings out of this or that hapless fool, and so much more.

If you successfully complete your internship–by collecting $18,000 of ill-gotten gains–you will be permitted to wear clothing once again and return home.

See how the one percent of the one percent of the one percent lives.

Top performers will get to meet the Lord of the Scam, Mr. Scam Likely himself!

Discover St. Chimpus: Unique Fiscal Saint

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Introduction: What Kind of name is that for a Unique Fiscal Saint?

Guys, Josh here, taking time out of my BUSY SCHEDULE to portage the lowdown on some crucial information about one unique fiscal saint GUARANTEED to alleviate your money troubles and worries.


Look, I know that a lot of you AREN’T RELIGIOUS. In fact, you might be one of the 28% of Americans who identified as non-religious earlier in 2024.

You also might be skeptical about religious claims. Just a bunch of hooey, right?

Then there’s the self-loathing card: maybe you think that the saints won’t help you because you aren’t religious, or just plain not good enough.

Hold on, there, partner! Don’t be disconcerted. You’re going to see that the saint I’m introducing isn’t your average run-of-the-mill saint. Far from it.

In fact, I’ll go so far as to say that this unique fiscal saint I’m presenting to you requires no religious bent whatsoever. During his lifetime it was said about him that “never hath man nor beast had such little religiosity in his marrow as this.”

Okay then. But why haven’t you heard of this unique fiscal saint before? Pat McCloskey, OFM, has the answer.

He says that “For over 1,000 years the Catholic Church has had a feast of All Saints, acknowledging that its list of saints can never account for everyone who is in heaven.”

In other words, brothers and sisters, there is no complete list of saints. Nor will there ever be.

And that opens the door pretty wide for a bunch of saints you’ve never heard of to get a foot in.

We at Greatest Human In The Universe believe in open mindedness toward any unique fiscal saint you’ve never heard of. As long as the saint is helpful, count us in! (Especially if DAVE RAMSEY endorses this guy.)

And is he ever.

This unique fiscal saint is ready and willing and able to help right now–no matter who you are.

Whenever you call him, he’ll be there. Whenever you need him, he’ll come running.

So without further ado, let’s dive right into crucial information about this unique fiscal saint.


Meet The Unique Fiscal Saint and Master Of Money Matters, St. Chimpus

How many times have you thought of apes when you talk about fiscal saints? Maybe it’s time to start.

St. Chimpus is a unique fiscal saint–who also happens to be a chimpanzee.

Don’t let the genus and species put you off: he might not be a Homo sapiens, but he’s still a saint.

How St. Chimpus Can Help You Today

St. Chimpus is ready and willing and able to help you when you need money FAST!

If you’re fiscally irresponsible, St. Chimpus is here to make things right!

If you’re poor as hell, St. Chimpus is here to give you a hand up!

If you’re facing crushing debt, St. Chimpus is here to crush the debt collector!

History of the Dazzlingly Unique Fiscal Saint Chimpus

The year was 1104. Pope Paschal II sat on the papal throne.

And somewhere in southern Italy the monastery of the Flying Virgin was about to embark on an unprecedented maneuver.

After careful consideration, the monks initiated a Chimpanzee named Chimpus into its enclave.

Just how the monks and Chimpus first became acquainted is a story that’s been lost to history.

But however it came to pass, the monks at the Flying Virgin saw Chimpus’s remarkable talents and knew that they couldn’t pass by this opportunity to have such a wondrous creature in their midst.

Among Chimpus’s many talents was his remarkable capacity for dealing with fiscal matters. In no time he straightened out the monastery ledger and increased profits from begging, cantata performances, and crop sales 800 fold.

But this paled in comparison to Chimpus’s skill with alchemy. So great was his ability that he was able to turn bread into gold in less than a day.

He was so prolific that during his first year at the Flying Virgin, Chimpus produced one hundred pounds of gold.

When word of this genius Chimp reached the ear of Pope Paschal he immediately called him to Rome.

Chimpus regaled Paschal with witty tales of sundry disastrous and illuminating fiscal adventures of monks across Christendom. Paschal laughed, he cried, he grew attached. Soon his thirst for gold overwhelmed his bonhomie. He commanded Chimpus in the name of Christ to return at once to the Flying Virgin and within one year to present him with fifty pounds of gold.

Chimpus departed and every year thereafter he outdid even the pope’s wildest expectations.

By the time Chimpus died over a decade later on May 14, 1122, he was producing a thousand pounds of gold a year for Paschal, not to mention the hundreds of pounds that accrued to the Flying Virgin annually.


HELPFUL SIDEBAR: Much of this gold went unreported by the monastery. Legend has it that the monks took a vow of silence in re the gold and buried it around the monastery. You can keep Oak Island’s money pit. From what we’ve heard, there’s a fortune just waiting to be uncovered at the ruins of the Flying Virgin monastery.


When Paschal heard of Chimpus’s death, he declared a national day of fasting and wept for the loss of so great a simian.

The following day he proclaimed a feast in honor of Chimpus. He decreed that May 14 would be celebrated in all Christendom as the day of a true miracle, when the lowly chimpanzee, finest of the beasts of the field, surpassed all expectations and mastered alchemy in a way no one has before or since.

Paschal also immediately canonized Chimpus.

Alas, however, when Paschal died, a jealous Cardinal besieged the monastery of the Flying Virgin, confiscated what gold he could find, razed it, tortured and executed all of its monks, and struck St. Chimpus from the records. Then he desecrated the tomb of St. Chimpus, exhumed the Saint’s body, and burned it to ashes.


LITTLE KNOWN CHIMPUS LEGEND: One legend says that when the body of Chimpus was exhumed, the primate’s testicles were perfectly preserved because of his great virility in life. And when the Cardinal burned the body, the testicles wouldn’t burn up. No matter how hot the fire burned, the testicles remained, until finally a dove descended from heaven and the testicles turned to pure gold, whereupon the dove snatched them up with her talons and flew away with them into heaven.


Despite this, St. Chimpus lives on, ready and willing to help anyone in their time of fiscal need.

DIY: How To Call Upon Saint Chimpus

St. Chimpus is available to help any and all who need money. And for the small fee of two testicles. The good news is that these testicles may come from any man or animal, but two testicles they must be.

The testicles must then be burned on a rock never hewn until they have been incinerated.

While the testicles are being incinerated, chant the following him:

O great Chimpus,
Wisest of chimps,
Hear me now
Save me from fiscal limp.

In dark times past
You helped Paschal last
With gold aplenty
Without a fast.

Join me now, St. Chimpus, friend,
And let my money troubles
Soon be at an end.

Wisest of chimps,
Hear me now,
Let my coffers ring
With money somehow.

Ashes to ashes, testicles to dust, make your request to St. Chimpus for an amount of money up to but not exceeding 11,104 lira. And behold, you’ll find the lira tucked away beneath a big stone, which looks like a phallus, located 8 miles southwest of Cefalu, Italy.

By the way, St. Chimpus does not deliver.

Warnings When Dealing With St. Chimpus

Don’t discuss evolution or the similarities between humans and chimpanzees when calling upon St. Chimpus. He believes that he is superior to all humans, not only because of his alchemical abilities–you can’t blame him for that–but also because he is the only known chimpanzee saint. He doesn’t like the idea that his DNA might be similar to ours, or that we used to be chimpanzees. It makes him feel like he’s missing something.

If you’re ever in a pinch,
Get money, no prob, it’s a cinch.
Chimpus is there,
Chimpus, he care,
Chimpus will pay without a flinch.

What Would Chimpus Do? WWCD. It’s more than an acronym: it’s a lifestyle.

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Vladimir Lenin’s 4 Super Rules for Happiness

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I have found the secret of true and lasting happiness.
VLADIMIR LENIN

Hi guys, Josh here with an important message about your happiness.

Are you ready for ironclad rules for happiness? Rules that are as firm as an iron fist? Rules that brook no backtalk? If so, look no further than the wisdom of Russian revolutionary Vladimir Lenin.

Lenin knew what it was to come up against a maelstrom of stupid thinking, and through force–mostly force–and verbal persuasion, to turn the tide in favor of reasonable, rational, and reliable rules to regulate every area of life.

Lenin was a man of the people. As such, he understood the struggles that all of us face in our quest for happiness. The key difference between you and Lenin, however, was that Lenin knew where to find happiness, while you don’t.

“Do you know why you are not happy?” Lenin would ask many of those imprisoned in the gulags. “It is because you have failed to follow my rules. Had you followed them, would you not be at home right now, warming yourself before a beneficent fire, filled to the brim with happiness, rather than being beaten to death with a rubber hose?”

A fair question.

For this reason it only makes sense to look into the ideas of Vladimir Lenin so that we can learn from this venerable sage how to be happy forever.

With that, let’s dive right into Vladimir Lenin’s rules for happiness.

Rule 1: Out With the Old, In With The New

Those who are really convinced that they have made progress in science would not demand freedom for the new views to continue side by side with the old, but the substitution of the new views for the old.
VLADIMIR LENIN

In a nutshell, out with the old ideas, and in with the new.

Lenin says that when a new and better idea comes along, those who promulgate such ideas, if they are really convinced they have the new and better idea, wouldn’t want the old ideas to have any room left to stand on. Cut those old ideas down.

Silence the fools who espouse these antiquated notions.

Rules for Happiness Tips for Getting Rid of the Old

Getting rid of old ideas is something like taking out the trash.

First, we must identify what is trash.

Trash is anyone who refuses to acknowledge the march of progress and wants their outmoded ideas to be treated with the same respect as the new and better ideas.

Please! As if there is room for lies. Those who espouse such tripe must be silenced.

Second, we must have a proper receptacle for that trash.

The best place for trash is the trash heap, and in this case the trash heap is prison.

In prison, the pieces of trash may huddle together and at last ramble on about their old ideas and why, despite evidence to the contrary, their ideas should still be listened to.

They can do no one any harm in prison. Cut off from society, they may feel free to live in the past.

But our democratic nation is not so easily convinced that those who disagree with TRUTH should be imprisoned. So then the second best thing is ostracism.

This might mean ignorning the person. Or maybe you forget to invite them to the office party, or the interracial orgy you’re planning in the Bahamas. Something like that.

Either way, when you cut out that person’s voice, it is as though they were in prison. You could go visit them, but that would be depressing.

Besides, you are too busy living in the NOW, in the REAL WORLD of progress, to be concerned with outmoded fools.

As Jimmy Buffett once sang, “I love the now.”

KEY TO HAPPINESS. The key to happiness here is getting rid of old ideas and replacing those ideas with new ideas. If you have new ideas and come across esomethinx someone who has old ideas, get rid of that person–metaphorically or literally–as quickly as possible. This will maximize your happiness and theirs. The trick is really believing that what you have is better. Even if it isn’t, your sincerity will overcome mountains of obstacles.

Rule 2: Say It Over and Over Again

A lie told often enough becomes the truth.
VLADIMIR LENIN

If you want to be happy, you’re going to have to tell the truth.

A recent study performed by the Buford-Schuck research associate conglomerates of America discovered that truth creates happiness just four percent of the time it’s employed.

The other 96% of the time its effects are deleterious.

The fact is, if you want to be happy, you’ve gotta lie. And you’re gonna want people around you to lie to you. After all, why would you want someone to tell you what they really think of you?

One of the greatest challenges you’re going to face is convincing people that the lie you’re telling is the truth.

And why shouldn’t it be?

As Lenin knew, reality is what we make it. Either someone makes it for you, or you make it for them.

Sure, you could tell them that your lie is the truth. You could argue with them, browbeat, harangue, humiliate, mock, impose–but what of it?

At the end of the day, most people are probably going to disagree with you, if only because they like fighting and disagreeing with other people.

Instead, take the high road. Through repetition, wear them out so that they have no choice but to agree. If you don’t have your own gulag to beat them into submission, at least wear them down through verbal repetition.

Simply repeat the lie over and over again.

The value here is training through conditioning. By repeating the same thing over and over again, you are hypnotizing everyone around you so that they will believe the lie.

This technique works well when you have a ready-made platform from which to speak, such as if you are a manager in the workplace.

If you don’t have a ready-made platform, build one through conversations with others.

Simply repeat the same lie over and over to as many people as possible, and eventually the rumor will have gained so much momentum that sorting the situation out would be far messier than simply accepting the lie as the truth.

Rule 3: Turn Mountains Into Molehills

But every little difference may become a big one if it is insisted on.
VLADIMIR LENIN

Between you and the other gal, the differences might be slight.

But if you are willing to INSIST upon those differences, and blow them all out of proportion, there is little you can’t accomplish.

Turn the little difference into a big difference.

Lenin understood the concept of overreaction. He was forever overreacting to small things that most people would pay no attention to.

For example, looking at him incorrectly, or saying the right thing but with the wrong tone, would be met with weeks or months of torture and finally execution.

“It is in overreaction,” Lenin once said at a private hanging of a man who pointed out a smudge on Lenin’s shoes, “that we find recourse to advancement. Pull the lever.”

Lenin also understood the importance of turning a little deal into a big deal.

This is a handy variation of overreaction. Lenin knew that you could build an empire on one little thing that didn’t matter to anybody.

“Make them care,” he would say, “about the petals dying too quickly on the pink flowers, while the white flowers remain aloft in the cool breeze, and you will have a revolution ready-made.”

KEYS TO HAPPINESS. First, learn the fine art of overreacting. Sure, some people might tell you not to sweat the small stuff, but life is full of plenty of small things that you can leverage into massive influence. Sweat the small stuff, and make others do the same. Second, capitalize on little differences. Sure, the difference might mean nothing, but you can make it mean something.

For example, Loretta is blonde, you are brunette. Does this matter? Probably not–at least, not demonstrably–and yet you can capitalize on this difference. Blow it out of proportion. Overreact. Turn this blonde molehill into a mountain. Show that blonde bimbo bitch who’s boss. In doing so, you can convince many people that, on the basis of the color of Loretta’s hair, she is unfit to be “head beverage cart girl.” After all, brunettes have more fun.

Rule 4: Employ Insults, Tirades, and Verbal Abuse

It is, of course, much easier to shout, abuse, and howl than to attempt to relate, to explain.
VLADIMIR LENIN

What could be simpler than this? Lenin himself even admits that it’s easier to “shout, abuse, and howl”.

Why relate or explain yourself and your ideas?

You will change no opinions.

Take the path of least resistance, then. Stop letting others try your patience.

Attempting to relate to others is pointless when you can cow them into submission through verbal violence.

Sure, we all want somebody to relate to us and explain themselves.

But most of the time the other person wants to be coddled. They aren’t interested in changing their mind. They want your attention.

So don’t give it to them. Give them the verbal fist instead.

KEYS TO HAPPINESS: Insult others, run with a tirade, make verbally abusive comments whenever there appears to be the need for an argumen or discussion, or wherever there is disagreement or resistance to your opinion. Use whatever verbal heavy-handedness will get the job done. And always follow the path of least resistance.


The Last Gasp

No matter who you are, you can use Vladimir Lenin’s rules for happiness. When you use these rules, you will be just as happy and successful as Vladimir Lenin. Better yet, if you should happen to fall sway to a Communist regime in which absolute conformity is expected, take heart: you can sing the praises of the Party with an open and honest heart.

The 4 Essential Dominant Personality Types: Hearts, Smarts, Guts, Luck

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Guys, Josh here with a quick word on the Four Dominants personality types.

You might have tried the Briggs-Meyer personality test. But believe me when I say, these four personality types beat B-M hands down.

  • Heart
  • Smarts
  • Guts
  • Luck

When it comes to personality, everybody’s dominant in one of these personality types.

The trick is figuring out which one you are and rolling with it.

Please note: There are no crossovers here, no shades of gray, no commingling of tendencies. Some think that they can circumvent this well-established and scientifically arranged system by combining various personality types. That, friend, is fake news. Avoid the attempt.

“The loser says in his heart, ‘I shall win, but not if I lose the fourth blessing.’” — Lau Tsu, 11th century, China

“At least I got second.” — A loser, everyday

With that, let’s look at the four dominant personality types. Which one are you?

1. Heart-Dominant

Heart dominant personality types think with their hearts or their feelings.

Scratch that: when I say THINK, I don’t mean that they think, in the traditional sense.

This personality type is marked by a LACK OF THINKING.

What they do is feel. Feeling is the ultimate barometer. Whatever they feel is what is correct. Feeling is their gyroscope. If they feel, they are.

And it might be….

In 1947 a rocket scientist named Karl von Clauswitchickenstein shocked the engineering world when he said that the rocket he had designed, Bertha 1—named after his wife—was built using a hodgepodge of mathematical formulas and personal feelings.

No one was surprised by the mathematical formulas. Isn’t that what gets rockets off the ground?

But they took exception to the personal feelings. Said one onlooker, “Our scientists should be feelingless creatures who understand the difference between two plus two and ‘I feel sad’.”

What surprised most people is that the rocket attained an altitude of 37,000 feet.

What didn’t surprise anybody, however, is that the rocket then veered off course, plummeting at 800 miles an hour into a local farmer’s field.

The explosion was so belligerent that it killed the local farmer, who was just then planting that year’s potato crop.

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If you missed point, it’s that sometimes feelings are correct. There is, however, no way to determine this, except through highly subjective analysis.

And let’s not forget that it was probably the mathematical elements of Dr. Clasuwitchickenstein’s efforts that got the rocket to 37,000 feet, while the feelings were probably responsible for the disaster that followed.

EVALUATION: If you are the feeling-dominant personality, you will have to spend long periods of time feeling over everything that happens, or could happen. You might also find yourself pondering just how you feel about pondering, thinking, and using your brain.

You might also find yourself trying to for a syncretism of fact and feeling. Well, just remember that once you reach your metaphorical 37,000 feet, the whole thing might come crashing down.

2. Smarts-Dominated

The Smarts dominated are most akin in their manner and thought processes to androids. They are the antithesis to the heart-dominated gang.

They feel nothing, sense nothing, lack empathy, and cannot understand anyone who doesn’t calculate every step along the way.

These people value intelligence, which often puts them at odds with those in the other groups, especially the heart-dominated group, whom they refer to as “losers”, “idiots,” “fools,” and “fodder for servitude.”

When it comes to love, this group is a total wash. Because they cannot, or choose not to, feel love, they cannot express it. The best they can do, and a potential lover could hope for, is that they would calculate the imperative or general or relative importance to society of actions that constitute or otherwise approximate what could be called by weaker-minded homo sapiens “love”.

These people have little or no time for love. Such things are for the weak.

There really is no excuse for feeling, they believe. They may be right: such personages populate industries in which no feeling is necessary.

Such personality types prefer to find work as surgeons, for example, in which those they deal with are generally unconscious.

EVALUATION: If you are among the smarts-dominated, you may have to pretend to show some kind of feeling to be accepted by society.

While everybody likes no-nonsense personages in certain fields, such feelinglessness is also associated with sociopathic and narcissistic tendencies that are often coupled with pursuits such as serial murder and banking.

If you are a serial killer, throw ursuers off the trail by adopting a bright and cheery personality. If you are a banker, it is best to avoid any kind of emotion, as a happy banker is generally considered suspicious.

3. Guts-Dominated

The guts-dominated personality types think only in terms of selecting the course of action that requires the most daring, courage, and bravery.

Whatever those terms might mean, be sure that this person always takes what could be called “the riskiest path.”

Take Ellen, a 29 year old guts-dominated graphic designer.

She lived for the thrill of displays of moral courage.

While driving to work one morning, she demonstrated her guts at a large four way intersection by doing the following:

  1. She pulled into the far right right-turn-only lane.
  2. The light was red, and she waited for the green light, while those behind her honked.
  3. Once the light turned green, she accelerated at breakneck speed, veering leftward across the intersection just in time to beat the traffic coming from both directions.

But this parable also points out one of the shortcomings of this psychology: what Ellen didn’t know is that the highway patrol was on hand.

Seeing Ellen cut diagonally across the busy intersection, and hovering somewhere just below the TRAFFIC TICKET QUOTA THRESHOLD for that month, the highway patrol officer gave chase.

Ellen, wishing again to show her guts, hit the gas.

So, what if this was a cop? Screw the pigs.

At 110 miles an hour in a 45, the highway patrol officer performed a PIT maneuver, which spun and flipped Ellen’s car. The car rolled six times.

She was okay, in the end, but her six month stint in jail turned out to be an excellent proving ground for her guts. Shankings, beatings, thefts, lies, pimping out other inmates—Ellen carved a niche of guts display in the county jail that few, if any, had ever shown or seen.

And all this from a midwestern girl who, in her senior yearbook, was ranked as “most shy by far and most likely to emit no cry when backed over by a lawnmower.”

As the Chinese say,

“Displays of courage, as with one hand clapping, lead either to death, or to further opportunities for such displays.”

In another case, 57 year old guts-dominated Larry, of Canton, Ohio, slaked his thirst for guts-display by making incendiary remarks to his former-pro-wrestling neighbors, whom he hoped to lure into physical altercations so he could demonstrate his guts.

After having his clock cleaned twice, he moved on to the more prosaic “stepping in front of moving vehicles on your street” trick, which has netted him six near misses, a dislocated shoulder, and two concussions.

EVALUATION: The fact is, if you are guts-dominated, you are always and only looking for the next gig by which to show your guts. Any display will do, and the more outlandish, the better.

It may be best for your loved ones to take out a hefty life insurance policy on you, and the sooner, the better.

Make few, if any, plans for the future, as you are not likely to be around to enjoy them.

4. Luck-Dominated

Luck-dominated personality types see life as a virtual crap shoot.

Every day is another question mark on the green felt of chance.

They see life as a giant casino in which they pay nothing to enter. The only qualification is that they are alive and of age, which they prove by handing over their driver’s license for age verification.

Every spin of the wheel, every pull of the lever and push of the button, ever turn of a card, holds out the promise of a chance to win big, to cash in, to hit the jackpot.

The strange pull of gravity, eliciting snake eyes instead of another combination. Such people plan nothing, because, after all, there is no reason to plan. Even if you plan, what happens is up to the fates.

One favorite saying of this crowd is, “barring an unforeseen event,” a phrase they toss into almost every conversation.

To live, to die, to get that promotion–luck, plain and simple. For the luck dominated, every event, no matter how predictable, is a gamble.

EVALUATION: If you are this personality type, chances are you are careless and carefree.

Believing that knowing the future is impossible, or even estimating what might happen is a fool’s errand, you don’t worry about what might happen. Whatever will be, will be. Your sangfroid is through the roof.

On the other hand, you might found yourself down in the dumps regularly. How you wish you could rig the dice, so that when you roll them you can guarantee a win for yourself.

But you know that things like planning ahead are all wastes of time. Sighing with hopelessness, you rise from bed and walk to the bathroom to prepare for work.

Even this makes you wonder. For after all, whether you will slip and die in the shower is, at best, a crapshot.

And you love it.

The Last Gasp

Wherever you are on the personality spectrum, your best bet is to accept your personality type and live within it.

Studies have shown that people who try to switch personality types end up going insane, or end up dead. Stick with what works, and stick with what you know.

By the way–which personality type are you? Let us know in the comments.

Book Review: This Book Is The Ultimate Erection Supplement

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For the man who has everything but a hard-on (and for the man who can’t help but get it up), it’s THE WOOD THAT LASTS FOREVER.

The ultimate erection supplement GUARANTEED.

Hey, Erectile Dysfunction crowd—

Are you or a loved one suffering from erectile dysfunction? There’s a good chance that you or a man you know is walking with more than one kind of limp.

According to the Cleveland Clinic, a 2018 study of erectile dysfunction

demonstrated that ED is increasingly prevalent with age: approximately 40% of men are affected at age 40 and nearly 70% of men are affected at age 70. The prevalence of complete ED increased from 5% at age 40 to 15% at age 70.

This must give us a hard or soft pause.

But take heart, because men with erectile dysfunction can now live vicariously through the erections of men throughout the ages.

Cue The Wood That Lasts Forever.

book cover adventures in erections across the ages

This delightful 400-page tome, by Don Thyk, MD, details with sickening and exhilarating clarity the history of erections.

“From the evolutionary slime pits to the plush Wall Street penthouse, erections have always been a fact of life,” writes Dr. Thyk.

With such titillating chapter titles as Eve’s Erection, It’s Easy Hard, Standing For Something, and Thick’s The Trick–and so many more–this work offers something for everyone.

A coffee table classic for generations of hard up conversationalists. Toss it into your next singles mixer and see what happens.

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The fact is, contrary to popular belief, a lot of men suffering from erectile dysfunction don’t like ED.

Many resort to irony. Bob, a 52-year-old victim of ED, explains, “It’s is a hard road.”

For all that, most men with ED are too embarrassed to talk about it, let alone make jokes.

Wood allows the flaccid reader to live vicariously through innumerable historical erections.

A true escape, helping the flagging male to forget his sagging member, even if only for a moment.

But it’s not just the cathartic aspect of Wood that makes it stand up and stand out like the erection supplement it is.

The book also has healing properties.

A 2022 study of 90 men suffering from erectile dysfunction prior to reading this book revealed that a cool 70% were able to get and maintain an erection naturally AFTER READING THIS BOOK.

“It’s a remarkable achievement, something never before accomplished in the field of erection science,” says penis researcher Dr. Brandy Brestweight. “This reality bulges before us and penetrates the deepest recesses of our intuition. It splits the pulsing gate that rises before us, crying, ‘Halt!’ But we are not so easily dissuaded.”

Enough about erectile dysfunction….

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Do you know what the Vatican’s been hiding?

Thyk’s work abounds with stunning revelations.

Consider the presence of erections in historical events.

“There’s a lot that can be said of a man who is willing to embrace his erection as a way of life,” writes Dr. Thyk. “What might surprise the reader is the discovery of just how many military, civic, and religious leaders throughout history have had an erection while achieving their greatest works. Mozart composed at least half of his works while sporting an erection. The apostle Peter and the reformer Martin Luther both preached with an erection almost all of the time. Alexander the Great, Socrates, Plato, all of these men brandished an erection at least 20 hours daily.”

You might be wondering why this extensive topic hasn’t come up before.

But believe us when we say that it’s always been there: you just haven’t been looking hard enough…or long enough….

“Nobody has really looked into [historical erections] before,” says Dr. Thyk.

Thyk scoured thousands of sources, which revealed a plethora of information about erections.

And he found that information in the most unlikely of places: it seems that the Vatican has been hiding a secret sub-library full of historical texts detailing the erections of history’s champions.

From the earliest records of the human race, down to modern times, this treasure trove of erection information bulges with insight.

“An entire underworld of erection documentation exists,” says Thyk. “The little known fact, now being brought to light, is that great men have generally written more about their penises than any other topic or achievement. This is a topic that’s on the rise.”

As Pope Francis said upon Dr. Thyk’s discovery of the trove, “It has been hard to hide this lo these many years.”

Most of the accounts come from hard firsthand reports from the penis-wielder himself, or someone who witnessed the erection.

Friends, lovers, fellow workers, and so many others bear witness to the erection and its power and prolificality in daily life.

Wood abounds with interesting historical facts.

  • Did you know that our evolutionary ancestors, the neanderthals, chose tribal leaders based upon the length and duration of the erection of contestants?
  • Did you know that the only battle Napoleon Bonaparte did not have an erection at was Waterloo?
  • Did you know that ancient Mesopotamian men used to form pottery with their erections?
  • Did you know that Ernest Hemingway wrote all of his novels while sporting an erection?
  • Did you know that Jesus had an erection on the cross?
  • Did you know that painters Raphael, Michelangelo, Caravaggio, and Bob Ross all wielded erections while creating their masterpieces?
  • Did you know that Greek civilization collapsed when flaccid penises became fashionable?

Wood also offers much-need encouragement for men who are concerned that the bulge in their pants is too noticeable.

According to Thyk, “It’s a bulge of power, of opportunity, of achievement, of success. It’s a bulge that says that you’re a man going places, that you’re a man who will make his mark on history, a man who will penetrate the depths of his field.”

Many men feel that society prohibits them from expressing their masculinity.

The trend is toward being soft–which might explain why so many men develop ED as they get older: they’re tired of feeling guilty about their erections.

But Wood strokes a different skin.

It demonstrates that the erection is a normal part of masculinity, and that instead of reducing penile expression, it should be encouraged.

“After all,” writes Thyk, “it is the man with the almost perpetual erection who achieves the most lasting and satisfying fame.”

A man with an erection is an unstoppable force. He writhes and seethes with power. He is a force to be reckoned with. He rises from the ashes time and again to achieve what others poo-pooed as IMPOSSIBLE.

But the hard man knows nothing of IMPOSSIBILITY. For him, everything is possible.

He knows that the harder he stays, the more he slays–both in the bedroom and in his professional life.

He is not averse to hardship. No, he delights in the hardness.

He is bold and daring. He stands every day at every fork in the road and chooses THE HARD ROAD. No matter where that road plunges, what hills it mounts, what valleys it penetrates, no matter which direction it curves or bends, he is up for the challenge.

Minor inconveniences don’t stifle him.

He pumps ahead, pokes through the obstacles, and perpetuates his success.

Everywhere he goes he sows the seeds of victory. Sure, he’s a blow-hard: but that only makes him stronger.

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This manifestation too must give us pause.

And it’s no wonder that such a book can inspire men suffering from ED to get hard again.

Here’s What Other People Are Saying About The Wood That Lasts Forever

  • “A delightful and delicious work that combines historical accounts with intriguing and practical insights into getting and staying hard.” – Cindy Lipinski, former porn star
  • “And I thought my penis was interesting! I can’t believe my eyes.” – Shmuel Goldstein, rabbi
  • “Glandular entertainment sure to stroke the ego of many a man.” – Lady Darvocet
  • “It’s hard to get hard when you’re suffering from ED. This book illuminates the easy path to hard living.” – Dr. Brestweight
  • “Hard to beat.” – Urology Biannual

Whether you’re hard or perpetually soft, you must read THE WOOD THAT LASTS FOREVER.

Penis And You: 7 Non-Sexual Outstanding Uses For The Extra-Long Penis

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During the pandemic a group of fifty work-from-home women met together once a fortnight on zoom to discuss MEN.

The majority of the conversation centered around the pejorative aspects of men, notably their psychological imbalances and tendencies to encourage the world to lurch toward Armageddon. On these topics the women were experts.

But there was one question they couldn’t answer: just what, they asked, could an extra-long penis be used for, other than a tool for the persecution and subjugation of women in American society? Was there any other use?

These fifty women — half were scholars — contacted the CENTER FOR MASCULINE ADVANCEMENT NATIONAL (C-MAN) in Boston, Massachusetts, seeking an answer.

Numerous zoom calls and excessive confabulation with researchers led the women to a number of conclusions, which led to a 32 page essay, published in National Women’s World Monthly, called HELPFUL AND GENUINE NON-SEXUAL USES FOR THE MALE PHALLUS, AKA THE PENIS: THEORIES.

Here are the top seven.

Weapon of Defense

As the saying goes, a man’s home is his castle. And while his wife or partner, lover or mate, may be the de facto head of household, he is generally called upon to shed blood and risk life and limb against intruders.

What better defensive weapon, ready to hand, than an extra-long penis?

Yes, he need only drop his pants, produce his member, grip the base of the shaft, and begin swinging.

With two or three feet of extra length, he is sure to catch the intruder off guard, perhaps distracting the intruder long enough for his wife to retrieve the riot rifle she had contemplated killing him with, but now, alas, must be forced to use it on a nameless man — most likely the intruder is male — with whom she has not had opportunity to spend sufficient time to begin loathing and despising him, thus diminishing her satisfaction in blowing out his organs and sitting by to watch him bleed out.

A great loss for her, but at least her life was spared.

Should her savior of the long member die in the attempt, at least his tombstone can read, “He swung for his life.” Noteworthy, indeed.

Securing items during manual labor

MEN, HOW MANY TIMES have you been building or repairing something around the house, when you said to yourself, “Well, damn, it sure would be nice if i had a third hand.”

Men with extra-long penises understand how handy the extra legnth can be. For example, when putting up a shelf, the long member can balance the shelf in place while one hand holds the drill and the other secures the bracket or screw.

Grabbing items during a meal

WHEN ASKED to pass the potatoes, or anything else, a man with an extra long member can continue eating with both hands while deputizing his member to enwrap the item in question, and pass, allowing him to continue eating without interruption.

Driving and Eating

WHEN THE extra long penis is unleashed in a non-sexual way, fast food consumption while driving becomes a snap. The man can steer with his penis while eating with both hands. This also allows greater concentration on the road. And what a joy if he is driving a stick shift! He can eat, steer, and shift at the same time, thanks to an extra-long penis.

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Penis, Securing one’s self on a ladder or precarious surface

The man of the long penis will never lack for balance or security when on a ladder.

OSHA ladder safety standards suggest keeping three points of contact with the ladder at all times, either two feet and a hand, or two hands and a foot.

But what about a penis?

This, of course, would make for a third point of contact, giving you plenty of options for contact point arrangements. We came up with four.

  • Two feet and a penis,
  • One hand, one foot, and a penis
  • Two feet and a penis,
  • Two hands and a penis.

Never in the history of OSHA has any worker managed to comply with the three points of contact OSHA standard by standing on a ladder with both feet while his hands were occupied. But times change.

Now, thanks to more fruitful uses of the long penis, the ladder-climbing man of the long member need only produce it, wrap it around a rung, and feel the security of a hands-free three points of contact.

WARNING: Beware of wood and hot metal surfaces.

Research lends a helping Penis

For the researcher who has almost everything, the extra-long penis offers a great way to keep tightly-bound books wide open.

How many times have you tried to hold a book open and copy a line or two, only to discover that the task is made more difficult by lack of a third hand — especially if you are taking notes by hand? How you wish you had a third hand.

The extra long penis, used in conjunction with one’s non-writing hand, can hold a book wide open indefinitely. No more glancing at angles, crooked necks, straining eyes. Smooth, flat, even. That’s the way. A little more. Split that spine. Good. Just like that….

Workplace productivity with Penis

The man with the lengthy member can use it to move the mouse while keeping both hands on the keyboard.

According to urologist and penis aficionado Dana Perez,

“There are so many possibilities for increasing workplace efficiency. Moving the hands from the keyboard to the mouse diminishes productivity by 27%. The man who can keep his hands in place is a man who is 27% more, shall we say, expansive than his counterparts. I literally dream about what I would do if I had one of my own.”

Dana Perez

The Last Gasp

THE GREAT CHALLENGE for men using their penises in non-sexual ways is the taboo placed against the public exposure of the penis. Claims of indecent exposure of the penis run rampant.

RELATED: George William Crump, the nation’s first streaker — and later a Congressman.

A 2018 study showed that eighty seven percent of women in the United States do not wish to see the phallus in public life.

One woman surveyed sums up the majority sentiment: “The penis in public is, like, icky, but I guess it’s transformed in the bedroom, privately, into something, maybe, magical.”

This means that even if long men could be persuaded to use their penises in non-sexual ways, women still wouldn’t want anything to do with it in public. This could be a call for a new generation of lobbyists to make the stretch among policy wonks. Something to think about.

preppers on the moon

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Look, guys, things are getting bad out there.

I know that a lot of you are building bunkers in your backyards, practicing prepping skills, becoming all around preppers.

And that’s fine.

I’m right there with you, preparing for the disaster we all know is coming.

But I’m taking my prepping to new heights—or should I say altitutdes.

That’s right.

I bought myself some properoty on the moon and am building a rocket in my back yard. Some of you are planning to go underground when the shit hits the fan. But not me.

No, I’m planning on going up—up and up and up, straight to the moon.

I’ve got a nice lakefront property on the moon. I’m planting some palm trees up there. To keep costs down I’m shipping a double wide trailer to the Happy Trailer Crater—piece by fabricated piece.

To my knowledge, and from what everybody at NASA has been telling me—I will be the only resident on the moon.

Which means that when the shit hits then fan, I and my family will have a nice quiet piece of lunar scape to live on, free from the reovlution.

While everybody else is pounding the hell out of your steel bunker door, or trying to blast through the eighteen feet of concrete the separates them from you and your precious hoard of wheat and other consumables, those same fools will also be glancing wistfully through a telescope at the moon, that ancient glowing orb that was the wonder of generations.

They will look and say, “Do you see him? Is he there? Or maybe there? Perhaps he has a vast cache of food and other supplies. Have we checked the dark side?

A lake house on the moon. That’s what I’m setting up.

While everybody else is starving to death and Mad Mad-like fighting out the apocalypse on the earth, I’ll be sipping mai tais and margaritas next to my 68,000 square foot swimming pool, or soaking up the rays becachside, watching the gentle lunar lake waves roll in.

My children, Flick, Bick, and Tryck, will play in that lunar sand, build sand castles, while mother and father look on with great pride from our aluminum chaise loungers.

Literally, friend, we’re building castles in the air. A playground on the moon.

There’s nothing like the peace of mind you get when you know that, when it all falls apart down here on terra firma, you’ve got a backup waiting way up there in the sky. Your own little oasis.

I estimate that in five years I will have stockpiled and shipped enough supplies to the lunar surface to last me and my family at least a century.

With any luck, the price of rocket fuel will drop just enough for us to snag a few more barrels worth—just enough to help us with that final push to our final destination.

Vrbo, eat your heart out. We’re going to the moon.

your phat guide to three rocking books you need to read to your ghetto children

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Hey, Mom or Dad – Are You Raising Kids In The Ghetto?

Are you concerned for their education and future?

If so, then you need to be reading them these three books, written and illustrated by author Lampish Fitt, a former pimp who now dedicates his time to charitable causes.

“My goal in writing these books,” says Mr. Fitt, “was to introduce ghetto children to positive life values that they can learn from negative ghetto experiences—even if they have to live the negative before they get to the positive. Experience is the teacher, i always say, whether he’s nice or a sonofabitch.”

To date Mr. Fitt has written over sixty picture books teaching positive lessons to ghetto children, drawing the lessons directly from the ghettos they live in.

“The genius of these books,” says educational expert Lashanqua Trebo, “is their enculturation. Children who live in the ghetto are not like children growing up in a safe urban, suburban, or rural environment—black or white, it don’t matter. Their lives are full of pain and difficulty, heartache, sorrow. They respond emotionally, cognitively, even spiritually, to the dire straits, to coin a phrase, of their situation.”

“It’s all good,” said Mr. Fitt when discussing which of his sixty plus books ghetto parents, living on fixed or poverty-level incomes, should purchase for their kids.

“If you press me,” says Mr. Fitt, “I’ll recommend three of my books as a great starting point for ghetto kids.

A Selection Of Lampish Fitt Books, Selected By Lampish Fitt

Selection #1: A Simple Drive By

Our first selection, A Simple Drive-by, teaches youngsters the importance of planning ahead.

In this Brownhaus Award-winning tale, Deshawn and his mother, Shaniqua, discuss with Shaniqua’s potentially-gang-involved-but-difficult-to-prove-in-court boyfriend, Lemont, whose street name is Cray Dawg, the complexities involved in planning a successful drive-by shooting.

“I ain’t one to brag,” says Lemont, after they settle into the living room with a forty, “and I ain’t sayin’ i done none of this, but if you ask me, a drive-by is one helluva thing to get ready for.”

Deshawn is curious. He’s seen plenty of drive-bys and wonders what Lemont means.

Lemont details several items for consideration when planning a drive-by shooting.

“First,” says Lemont, “who’s your target, boy?” Lemont points out that you can spray bullets all over town, and you’ll have one helluva time doing it. But what’s the goal?

Second, Lemont says that if you want to succeed in a drive by shooting, you have to think about the car. Do you want a two door car or a four door? Should those doors slide open or fold open? What color should the car be? Who should drive? Where are you going to get the car? Should it be a stolen car? What about license plates? If you’re going to use the windows, do the back windows need to roll all the way down, or is halfway enough?

Next, Lemont asks Deshawn, “How you gonna get in and out?” Intersections, stop signs, stop lights, street cameras, school zones–all these come into play when arriving and departing, especially if you get caught. “Where you hit,” says Lemont, “figures how much time you get.”

Last, but not least, Lemont discusses weapon selection and the preparation of those weapons.

“Wow,” says deshawn after Lemont asks him what he thinks. “With planning like that, no wonder so many people are gettin’ their asses killed around here.”

“You damn straight,” says Lemont. “And it’s this kind of planning ahead that you can use in every area of your life, not just drive by shootings, to succeed. How do you think Barack Obama became president? He’s a smart mother fucker.”

Selection #2: Baby Daddy, Holla Back

Our next Lampish Fitt selection, Baby Daddy, Holla Back, shows how a drug-dealing baby daddy, named Darnell, provides financially for his baby mama, Latisha, and their eight year old daughter, Sho’abracadabra.

Our story begins Tuesday at eight o’clock at night. Darnell is heading out the door for work. He tells latisha not to wait up, and most importantly, not to worry.

“You know I’m bringin’ home what we need for health insurance and rent and food and gas,” he says.

“Aww, Darnell,” says Latisha, “you are such a good man. I’m gonna give you a fine booty call when you get back. Just don’t get yo’ ass capped like last time. Your motha-fuckin’ blood almost ruined my carpet. That shit was on close out.”

Darnell laughs. “Hell, baby, why you think we got health insurance?”

Darnell gives her a big kiss, slaps her ass, and heads out to the street.

Across the next several pages we see Darnell making responsible drug-dealing decisions:

  • he avoids a potential buyer who appears to be an undercover police officer;
  • he defends his territory against members from a rival gang by pistol whipping two of them then firing three shots in the air to scare them away, thus avoiding needless bloodshed;
  • he returns the correct change to customers;
  • he uses hand sanitizer to ensure that he doesn’t pick up any germs from his customers, nor pass on germs to any of his customers;
  • he greets each regular customer by name and is always pleased to meet and chit-chat with a new customer;
  • he receives customers of all races;
  • and he always deals discreetly.

In the final pages of the story, the sun rises over East St. Louis. Darnell returns home to discuss the money he’s made.

“I’m so proud of you for working so hard for us, baby,” says Latisha.

The couple then plays the latest Snoop Dog album and has loud sex while Sho’abracadabra plays within earshot in the living room.

“It sure is great to have a mommy and daddy who love each other so much,” she has one of her dolls say to the other doll.

After sex the couple reemerges from the bedroom.

“Daddy,” says Sho-abracadabra, “you take such good care of us. You’re the best pharmacist ever. Dr. Daddy Darnell.”

“Aww,” says Darnell, lighting a Swisher Sweet cigar. “That’s sweet, just like this cigar. But just remember I’ll bust your fuckin’ ass if you tell anybody I’m practicing pharmacy with no license.”

“sure thing, daddy.”

“Now, get your ass up here, little girl.”

They hug then blow smoke rings together.

Selection #3: Beat A Path

Our third selection, Beat A Path, seeks to instill the virtue of perseverance in ghetto children.

A single mother in Chicago visits a state-sponsored food stamp agency no fewer than nine times, only to be rejected by a native Kenyan immigrant who works for the state relief agency.

While the single mother qualifies for food stamps and seeks to better her life through gainful employment, the Kenyan, who lived on food-stamps and welfare for eleven years before seeking employment—even though during this time no physical or mental handicap prevented her from working—cuts her off at every turn.

“We Kenyans are special,” she says after telling this story to the single mother.

The story takes place in the dead of a Chicago winter, the coldest on record, in which the woman is forced to return to the food stamp dispensary over and over, trudging through the snow, slipping on ice, being robbed at gunpoint, only to arrive to be ridiculed by the increasingly racist comments of the Kenyan who, it turns out, is opposed to the single mother because, as she tells her, “You aren’t real African, just African-American.”

That night the woman, after her ninth visit, almost despairs.

But lying on her twin bed, a cockroach hustles onto her pillow and whispers into her ear, “Don’t give up.”

That night, unknown to the single mother, the Kenyan gets off at the wrong L station, ends up in a bad neighborhood, is mugged and killed.

The following morning the single mother returns to the agency, only to be told about the death of Lucy, the Kenyan.

And then a miracle: the single mother is offered the Kenyan woman’s job because of her persistence.

“Persist and resist,” she tells her son that evening. “That’s the family way.”

What Are You Waiting For?

No matter your ghetto, and no matter how many ghetto children you have—whether you have to beg, borrow, or steal—just make sure, whatever you do, you get these three Lampish Fitt books on your shelf.

Find Lampish Fitt online and anywhere books are sold.

Because if it’s Lampish Fitt, it’s fit to read.

You finna read Fitt?

What are your favorite Lampish Fitt books? Holla back!

Top 10 Least Popular Dog Breeds To Consider

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So you’re looking for a dog that will set you apart from the crowd, your friends, and everybody you know?

You’re in luck, because in this guide we will give you the ten least popular dog breeds, according to the American Kennel Club.

Plus–we will tell you just what makes each breed so eccentric that hardly anybody wants it.

And there’s always a reason.

Says Barking Up The Wrong Tree Breeding Bandits founder Julie Wobblegang, “There are specific reasons these breeds are not popular. Much of their unpopularity stems from the eccentricities of these dogs.”

Eccentricities is a nice way of saying that these breeds have odd, and in some cases, nasty, habits.

No matter what breed you choose to command, remember this sound advice from the AKC:

Owning a dog is not just a privilege; it’s a responsibility. They depend on us for, at minimum, food and shelter, and deserve much more. When you take a dog into your life, you need to understand the commitment that dog ownership entails.

Without further ado, for your consideration…

Here’s our list of the ten least popular dog breeds

Courtesy American Kennel Club

Harrier

From the AKC

The Harrier is a swift, prey-driven pack hound of medium size first bred in medieval England to chase the hare. Outgoing and friendly, the Harrier is much larger than the Beagle but smaller than another close relative, the English Foxhound.

Eccentricity: Insecure

The Harrier might be friendly, but he has two chips on his shoulder.

First, he is forever attempting to outshine the Beagle, who he believes is conspiring, through a secret selective breeding program with St. Bernards, to outstrip him in physical strength. This means that the Harrier will go out of its way to demonstrate feats of strength. Whether its moving your couch, toppling your refrigerator, or dragging your Prius, when the Harrier’s strength insecurities show up, you should hope that everything that can be bolted down is indeed bolted down.

The Harrier also suffers from identity insecurity. The Harrier has never accepted the fact that it could have been an English Foxhound, and that somewhere along the line somebody decided to reduce it from an English Foxhound to a Harrier, whatever the hell that is. The Harrier, however, has this one consolation, that it was not bred to the low standard of the common Beagle.

The Harrier means well, but it needs constant reassurance that it is indeed a strong dog and a genetically acceptable dog. While your Harrier might not be an English Foxhound, you will need to spend several minutes each morning reassuring your Harrier that it is not a Beagle, that it is just as strong as an English Foxhound, and that if you were an English Foxhound being bred, you would want to be bred along to Harrier status.

 

GBGV Grand Basset Griffon Vendeen
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Grand Basset Griffon Vendeens

From the AKC

He’s a sweet-faced, long-eared fellow in a shaggy coat whose mustache, beard, and profuse eyebrows suggest the look of a worldly but amiable Frenchman. Beneath the Grand’s Old World charm is a rugged, sturdily-built bruiser who is deceptively quick and light-footed. The stamina and courage of these longer-than-tall hunters is the stuff of Gallic legend.

Eccentriticity: Swift of Snide

Grand, charming, and worldly, don’t let this breed fool you: on the International Scale of Snide (ISS), the Grand Basset ranks just below the late Harry Reid.

Merriam-Webster’s dictionary offers both “deceptive” and “slyly despairaging” among three definitions of the word snide. And these two definitions describe the Grand Basset Griffon Vendeens, often called the GBGV.

Its long Gallic history is marked with any number of instances of trickery and deception, all of which it is eager to proffer in your household.

One of the GBGV’s most profound deceptions is its capacity for swiftness.

Though it appears as calm as a Frenchman sipping coffee at Café de la Paix, the GBGV can, with neither warning nor notice, spring into action with lightning speed.

One of its famous variations on this theme is to feign sleep, and when you have let your guard down, to spring up and leap for your food, catching it mid-leap, then moving with blinding speed out of arm’s reach.

The pads of its feet, and the delicacy with which it walks, mean that even on freshly waxed wood floors  GBGV is sure of foot and won’t lose a step.

Through disparaging remarks (all of which, we might add, are never stated explicitly, but only implied), GBGV has also learned to deal with enemies and those it deems “of lesser breeding”. That calm face, which gives every impression of sangfroid, never reveals the utter contempt the breed holds for all sentient creatures.

One of its most disparaging maneuvers is to mock all who call it GBGV.

“Jooba-jooba-jooba-jooba,” it says.

 

Cesky Terrier

Courtesy American Kennel Club

Cesky Terriers

From the AKC

The Cesky Terrier, national dog of the Czech Republic, is a clever and adventurous playmate for kids and an eager walking buddy for the folks. They are tenacious at work, but a little more laid back and tractable than the usual terrier.

Eccentricity: Craftily Hypnotic, Destructive Flight from Strangers

The Cesky is known for great intelligence but also has a tricky and crafty streak. If given the opportunity, the Cesky will attempt to deceive its owner through a variety of machinations.

The owner must exercise caution as the Cesky is a prey dog and as such has a high instinct for going after prey

Being crafty, the Cesky might select its owner as its prey. Ceskys have been known to cut the electricity, flush cell phones, barricade doors, set mattresses on fire, and entrap owners in their own homes.

They are also experts at hypnosis. Without a word they are able to use eye, head, and tail movements to bewitch and hypnotize their owners in a fashion that Ericksonian hypnotherapist Gail Summers has called “the devil in the details.”

But the hypnotic techniques only emerge in a Cesky that feels at home; Ceskys are so wary of strangers that they have been known to bolt away when they notice a stranger nearby.

Luckily, a Cesky pays little attention to strangers, preferring to focus most or all of its attention on its owner, on whom it assiduously works out its perfect plan of to attain hegemony through hypnosis.

 

Finnish Spitz

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Finnish Spitz

From the AKC

The lively Finnish Spitz, the flame-colored, foxy-faced breed from the ‘Land of 60,000 Lakes,’ is a small but fearless hunting dog whose unique style of tracking and indicating quarry has earned him the nickname the ‘Barking Bird Dog.’

Eccentricity: Locquaciousness

Known for its many vocalizations and sociability, the Finnish Spitz, or Finky, takes canine chattiness to new extremes. In one instance, in Finland in 1974, a Finky spoke for 113 hours before lapping up about a half gallon of water, served to him in a silver mug, then dropping dead.

The Finky is a keen vocalist as well as linguist, capable of learning in excess of 8,000 words in any language in just two years.

While this would appear to make the Finky an ideal companion for the lonely, it in fact deters most Americans from seeking its company.

The fact is that once this chatterbox begins talking, it rarely stops. Non sequitors, red herrings, sarcasm, ad hominem, and endless puns will rule the day.

 

Pyrenean Shepherd

Pyrenean Shepherds

From the AKC

The Pyr Shep is a high-energy dog who is always on alert and ready for action…always eager to channel their abundant energy into…interesting challenges and activities. Lots of activity and a job to do are vital to the breed’s mental, emotional, and physical health.

Eccentricity: Mind Meld

The Pyrenean Shepherd, or Pyr Shep, has a tendency to become heavily involved emotionally and psychologically with its owner, which has caused many would-be owners to keep this dog at arm’s length.

While the Cesky Terrier will seek to hypnotically manipulate its owner, the Pyr Shep has an obsessive-compulsive tendency to connect at a deep subconscious level with its owner–to feel what the owner feels, to predict thoughts and movements.

This might not seem like a problem, and for the lonely or under-socialized human this might seem appealing.

But after extended propinquity with their owners, Pyr Sheps perform a mind meld, and it’s through this mind meld that they exchange thoughts with their owners.

The coup de grace occurs when the Pyr Shep uses these mind meld techniques in conjunction with its body-check style of herding and herds its owner. The Pyr Shep, of course, basks in the connection with the owner. By herding the owner, the Pyr Shep feels a deep oneness, especially if the owner panics: the Pyr Shep is gratified when it alleviates its herded owner’s fears.

Because of the task-oriented nature of the breed, and its extreme positivity, through which it believes in the power of YES for each task, owners who have no experience being herded by canines might find the breed unnerving, even insane.

 

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Sloughis

From the AKC

The ancient Sloughi, nicknamed the ‘Arabian Greyhound,’ is a lean, swift coursing hound who hunted a variety of game in North African deserts. A classic sighthound, the Sloughi is regally aloof with strangers and gentle with loved ones. The Sloughi (SLOO-ghee) is a classically constructed sighthound of ancient lineage, originally bred to work on such game as the hare, fox, jackal, gazelle, and wild pigs on the punishing terrain of its homeland. This is a lean, no-frills hound standing between 24 to 29 inches at the shoulder.

Eccentricity: Gracefulness Demonstrations

Ever since Queen Nefertiti described her Sloughi to King Balostos of Spain as “the epitome of grace,” Sloughis have believed themselves to be the world’s most graceful canine, and have spent considerable time proving it.

This tendency irks many Americans, who find that the breed shows off with too great a frequency for their taste.

“It’s a matter of decorum,” says Sloughi breeder and trainer Balsa Woode. “We spend months and years training even a single Sloughi that while it is acceptable to be graceful, it is also graceful to be acceptable. There is a time and place for such gracefulness, and there is gracefulness for such a place and time.”

Sloughis are not especially protective. Aloof toward strangers, even intruders, yet many Sloughi owners have found that in the presence of such strangers the Sloughi twists itself into several odd shapes and takes a number of bizarre positions. They act as if it is the most natural thing in the world for a dog to take the shape of a question mark, as if this is what everyone did, and why shouldn’t they?

One of the more popular Sloughi poses is The Stretch. The Sloughi stands on one hind leg, curls up the other, then positions its forelegs in an L shape.

The Sloughi is also fond of aerial displays of grace, at which it excels. One common routines finds the Sloughi trotting through an open space, such as a backyard, leaping upward like a deer, and while in the air alternates extending opposite front and back legs. This is known as the bounding splay.

“It is certainly a marvel to behold,” says Balsa Woode, “but what irks owners is that the Sloughi demands attention from owners all the time.”

Sloughis might perform the bounding splay across the dinner table, sometimes landing on the table, in the middle of the main course, to demonstrate a coil, or some other odd configuration, that they want their owners to appreciate.

Another pitfall of the Sloughi’s eccentricity is the tendency for unwary owners to be caught up in mimicking the breed’s actions.

“Captivated by the breed’s grace and beauty, I have seen owners perform alongside the Sloughi, following each move,” says Balsa Woode. “A thing of ecstacy.”

 

Belgian Laekenois

Belgian Laekenois

From the AKC

Strong, agile and full of life, the Belgian Laekenois (pronounced “Lak-in-wah”) is one of four native dogs of Belgium.

Eccentricity: Methane

The Laekenois, which in Belgian means “little stinker,” while a hard worker, enjoys clandestine gas passing.

It has no qualms about letting fly the most foul flatulence, whether at home or in the field. Some consider this behavior to be malicious, while sympathizers of the breed believe that it is a natural expression of the breed and might be indicative of bliss and tranquility.

After passing gas, the Laekenois will gaze at its owner, staring and waiting for the inevitable reaction: the flare of the nostrils, the wave of the hand in front of the nose, the pulling back of the corners of the mouth.

What pleases the Laekenois is the knowledge that its gas has been noticed and has caused a distinct reaction.

 

American Foxhound

American Foxhounds

From the AKC

American Foxhounds are good-natured, low-maintenance hounds who get on well with kids, dogs, even cats…. American Foxhounds are sleek, rangy hunters known for their speed, endurance, and work ethic.

Eccentricity: Pontification, Jingoistic Tendencies

Every now and then a dog comes along with verbal skills and patriotism to boot. Such is the nature of the American Foxhound.

The American Foxhound, or AmFox, has a long history in America. Closely associated with the Revolutionary War and New England, the American Foxhound is a lover of history–but with a catch. Two catches, in fact.

The first catch is that the American Foxhound enjoys pontification. While the Finnish Spitz is known for its loquaciousness, chattering on about any number of topics, the American Foxhound harkens to the days of yore, when orator Daniel Webster roamed the Land of the Free delivering sterling speeches.

Its strength is its ability to hold to a single topic, sometimes for hours on end, hashing and rehashing the topic, holding to a linear line of reasoning, and ending with a pathos-laden conclusion. The spectacle mesmerizes.

But there is a darker side. While the American Foxhound is a patriot, it holds in its little heart jingoistic tendencies that come out in aggressive pronouncements bordering on xenophobia. To the AmFox, it is the only Foxhound.

English Foxhounds

From the AKC

The English Foxhound is a substantial galloping hound of great stamina. These pack-oriented, scent-driven hounds are gentle and sociable, but rarely seen as house pets. They can be so driven by a primal instinct for pursuit that not much else, including training, matters to them. Owning these noble creatures is best left to huntsmen who kennel packs of hounds or to those experienced in meeting the special challenges of life with swift, powerful hounds hardwired for the chase.

Eccentricities: Dignified Murder of Prey

The English Foxhound comes from a long line of nobility and royalty. Having hobnobbed for so many centuries with the upper echelons of society, it has learned not only how to kill in polite society, but to do so with dignity.

Many humans find this capacity for the dignified murder of prey to be disgusting. They are amazed that the English Foxhound can chase a fox for miles, only to corner it, and having worn it to a frazzle, proceed to tear it to shreds and crush its throat, then have the audacity to say, “Pardon me,” to a companion, should it jostle him during the execution. And of course, the jostled hound’s reply of “Quite, yes,” serves only to drive home the disdain.

The post-kill compliments the dogs give each other, such as, “Well done, old boy”, “There is talley-hoe-ing, and then there is talley-hoe-ing, and I should say that the latter was indeed attained!”, and “Shall we alight to the kennel?” have sent several owners into catalepsy.

It is one thing for a dog to play the savage, with foaming mouth to chase its prey and tear it apart. It is another to do it dispassionately.

 

Norwegian Lundehund - When it comes to unpopular, this little guy ranks number one on our list of least popular dog breeds

Courtesy American Kennel Club

Norwegian Lundehunds

From the AKC

From Norway’s rocky island of Vaeroy, the uniquely constructed Norwegian Lundehund is the only dog breed created for the job of puffin hunting. With puffins now a protected species, today’s Lundehund is a friendly, athletic companion.

Eccentricities: Wheedling compliments coupled with depressive tendencies

Last and least, for all intents and purposes, the Norwegian Lundehund is obsolete. Not only does this guy top the list of least popular dog breeds, but the one purpose for which it was bred, puffin hunting, is now illegal. Talk about an existential crisis. This leaves the breed feeling isolated, suspicious, and out of place.

Norwegian Lundehunds have responded to the Audubon’s Society’s Project Puffin the way only a Norwegian can: with grace, dignity, a smile.

Said one Lundehund, speaking for the breed: “It really is a sign of the times that one can be a puffin and exist without the slightest fear of molestation or decapitation. Utter decadence. An athletic companion. That’s what they are calling us. Oh, yes, how I thrill plodding along behind a fat woman in white sneakers.”

The Lundehund might put on a tough front, but his crimson lining is this: at best, the breed finds its place in the world tenuous. After all, there are plenty of breeds that can twist their necks around, play catch for thirty minutes a day, go on brisk walks, and serve as an athletic companion. Did we mention the sixth toe? The Lundehund does have six toes on each foot. This extra digit leads them to an absurd inner conflict: while they are too weird to live, yet they are too rare to die. And so they march on.

Due to their existential insecurities, Norwegian Lundehunds have taken to wheedling compliments from owners. One favorite line is, “With these six toes, don’t you think I could catch a puffin without any problem?”

When the Norwegian Lundehund finds that the compliments are unsatisfactory, or in the absence of compliments, it grows sad, and weeps.

Many owners find these behaviors appalling. Breeders are aware of this fact and have tried to use psychotherapy to correct the tendency.

“Self-pity is disgusting,” said one breeder, “and finding your purpose for existence obliterated from the earth can be kind of depressing, sort of the way Arthur Dent was depressed and out of sorts when his entire planet was vaporized one day, and he was left to wander the universe. But the only thing to do is soldier on and find a new purpose, like going on a walk, or chewing on something, just like how I did after my wife left me for a woman. For God’s sake, don’t you think I could satisfy a woman without any problem?”

Then the Lundehund has trust issues. It wonders whether its owner will have enough of its purposelessness, its weird toe patterns, its bizarre flexibilities, and one cool day take it to the ocean, perhaps a lake, maybe an inflatable swimming pool, and lighting a cigarette say, “Oh, look, a puffin!” And sending it forth into the water, will produce a double barrelled shotgun and blow out its brains without so much as a warning shot.

Behind the happy Norwegian smile of the Lundehund, behind its apparent joie de vivre, is a breed of compliment-fishers and depressives that won’t find true happiness until one fine day they are sent out to finish off the puffin, once and for all.

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One last note on the Lundehund: This breed, having exhausted all possibilities of working out its original usefulness, enjoys contriving problems and solving them. Its specialty is the correction of credit problems associated with identity theft. After selling its owners identity and allowing others to trash the owner’s credit, it helps to rebuild that credit through a process it calls Puffin Stuffin.

The Last Gasp

With so many obscure and unpopular dogs to choose from, you can’t go wrong with one of these unpopular companions…eccentricities and all….

When Your Child Bites: Recourse And Resolution

when children bite

When your child bites, what should you do? What recourse do you have?

And why is your child meeting your generosity with fangs?

New research from the Insitute for the Agglomeration of Information Regarding the Proper Raising of Children in the Digital Age has the answer.

So, why does your child bite?

Enter pet and child psychologist Dr. Meghan Wagner.

Dr. Wagner, the study’s chief analyst, has spent over forty years studying the connection between the primordial behavior of pre-humanoids and the current evolutionary iteration of the human toddler.

“Toddlers bite,” says Dr. Wagner, “because in a toddler there are discernable traces of post-jurassic evolutionary prototypicalities. In particular strain 57J-11 rears its head and, poof, the child resorts to primordial animal behavior.”

A young boy screaming
“…post-jurrassic evolutionary prototypicalities.”

So, what’s the solution when your child bites?

A proven solution to the problem says Dr. Wager, is to evolve the strain out through training, and it’s through this training that the last vestige of primordial behavior is removed.

“When a parent brings me a child with primordial regressive symptoms, I treat the child like a friendly but wayward pet. I tell the child to sit and offer the child candy or such treats as motivate good behavior. I also invite the child to play with or chew on dog toys, to bat at cat toys, and to curl up in a comfortable dog bed.”

Is She Serious? Yes, She Is!

Dr. Wagner’s justification for her controversial treatment of children who bite stems from her prognosis that the toddler is a microcosm of the entire evolutionary process. The child must evolve beyond this strain of primordial behavior that leads to biting.

Dr. Wagner recommends therapy take place between the ages of two and four, when it will be most effective in curing the biting behavior.

Dr. Wagner notes that when therapy using psychological techniques similar to those used to train animals begins at the age of two, children usually leave off biting by the age of four.

But Dr. Wagner cautions parents regarding boys who bite.

In boys, the primordial behaviors re-emerge much later in life in the form of toxic masculinity. Like the biting, this toxicity is a harkening to the hunter-gatherer days of the Neanderthal, in particular a clan of Neanderthals in the Iberian Peninsula.

Male toddlers who bite at least three times a week in the and who are also in the Danger Window of two years to three years and seven weeks are most likely to show the following signs of toxic masculinity upon reaching adulthood:

  • a refusal to defer to women,
  • aggressive capitalistic ventures,
  • thrill-seeking,
  • independence of thought rather than the importance of group-think and conformity,
  • partying,
  • cursing,
  • sexual intercourse with numerous partners of either sex involving tendencies toward dominance during the act,
  • lack of docility,
  • cocksureness,
  • confrotational attitudes,
  • a desire to pursue rather than to be pursued,
  • and freely offering one’s opinion rather than hesitation arising from two things: the belief that all opinions are valid and an overweening unwillingness to offend.

For men struggling with toxic masculinity, Dr. Wagner says that the solution is cuckolding and rigorous psychological counseling.


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The time for evolution is now.

Three Workplace Gossip Tips to Make YOU a Star

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You’ve made it through the second interview, negotiated for a mediocre salary and benefits package, and sighed with ennui as you pondered your 2037 early retirement date, the calculation of which places you at 75 years strong.

Escorted to your cubicle by your boss, who departed from you with raised eyebrows and the command, “Let’s have a productive day,” you sit in a squeaking chair with thin gluteal padding, turn on your computer, set up a photo of your girlfriend, a photo of her three year old son, and one of your seven year old daughter from your previous marriage, which you hurry from to avoid thinking about Janet, the alimony and child support payments that force you to take a night job as a telemarketer.

At last you log in.

But wait….

From across the cubicle, a coworker chirps to the defamation of the character of Lanie. Who the hell is Lanie?

Your workplace politics antennae throb upward.

Bowing your head, you double click the Outlook icon.

And now the woman hangs up with a gentle clop of the receiver. Then the shit hits the fan.

This woman appears suddenly in your cubicle entry.

She breaches the threshold, overruns you with questions, then suddenly imposes information about Lanie.

Your resistance fails…. You reach for coffee….

Her swooping eyes halt your exertions.

Writhing as an autumn leaf in a whirlpool, you haven’t met Lanie but agree that she’s a chippy – oh, yes, that dirty bitch – on account of the smirk she gave to Deborah, the woman chattering in your cubicle, who has also insinuated that your refusal to join her freelance reputational assassination firm will result in the trashing of your own, leverage to which you succumb immediately.

“O God,” you cry as the swishing of her panty hose fades, “is there any hope?”

Workplace Gossip Is Life, Says New Research

Fear not, says Charleston Brothers, a polling firm in Charlotte, North Carolina. Gossip is a fact of life.

Our research indicates that, contrary to conventional workplace wisdom, many top managers refuse to curtail gossip. Instead of fighting their employee’s natural tendencies, they redirect the river toward a more benevolent harbor. It’s all about redirecting employee informational exchanges.

Charleston Brothers

Charleston Brothers offers several recommendations.

First, all gossip should be true. 

Says co-founder Les Charleston, “There’s nothing worse than becoming the downwind stench of the workplace. Untrue gossip tends to harm. True gossip allows those gossiped about to learn the truth about themselves, albeit indirectly.”

Let’s consider this scenario. If Worker X is indeed a jackass, as verified by ad-hoc straw polls conducted by self-appointed workplace gossip wonks, there is no reason to withhold this commentary from your fellow employees.

Second, be discreet. 

Charleston Brothers research shows that gossip, even if true, is likely to produce unpleasant scenes if the one gossiped about overhears the gossip.

“Every precaution should be taken,” says Charleston Brothers, “to discuss the employee when said employee is out of earshot.”

What if the one being discussed appears during the discussion?

“Sudden topic changes are suspicious,” says researcher Boyd Charleston, “and carry with them the threat of detection. Effectual gossip demands the perfection of conversational segues. Learn to pivot mid-sentence to allow for a seamless transition away from the discussion.”

Third, smile all the while. 

Charleston Brothers reports that smiling at the object of gossip is statistically the best means of winning trust, discouraging suspicion, and leaving the one gossiped about unaware of the situation.

Says Les Charleston, “Just remember what Walt Disney, one of the great gossips of the twentieth century, taught us:

There is just one moon
and a golden sun,
and a smile means friendship
to everyone.

Good Vibes: Astounding Way To Lead With Emotional Intelligence In The Workplace

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Dishing the Dirt on Emotional Intelligence

Guys, Josh here with Greatest Human In The Universe, dishing the lowdown on how to lead with emotional intelligence.

I can’t count how many times people ask me about this topic. And I can’t say that I blame them.

Emotional intelligence is one of those hot button issues that people love to talk about and feel that they need to understand.

But if you ask them to define it, let alone practice it, they might not be sure just how to do so.

That goes double for the workplace.

Lead With Emotional Intelligence In The Workplace

In today’s workaday world, let’s remember that feelings are far more important than facts. Actually, contrary to talkalots like Ben Shapiro, while facts might not care about your feelings, facts are in fact mostly irrelevant in the 21st century.

>>> Fact: The world we live in isn’t dictated or governed by facts, but feelings and emotions.

What luck for employees that today’s major corporate executives are emotionally in touch with their employees.

A survey conducted by our bespoke information firm, Buford Schuck Research Associates, concluded that 97% of Fortune 500 executives have implicit or inherent knowledge of employee feelings.

Buford Schuck estimates, however, that just 25 years ago, that number was down to 3%.

And that’s not all. Buford Schuck also notes that employers across the country are beginning to see that employees don’t just want to be valued, they want their leaders to feel their pain.

A Middle Manager Who Chose To Lead With Emotional Intelligence

The best example of leading with emotional intelligence might come from 55 year old Milton Sugarheim, of Sarasota Technics, a $13.7 billion venture founded on the premise of enhanced blue polymers, most often used in the quantum accumulators of teleportation technology.

But what you need to know about Sugarheim has nothing to do with blue polymers and everything to do with vibrations….

Pour Some Sugar On Sugarheim

One of the top three middle managers at Sarasota Technics, Sugarheim began his journey to lead with emotional intelligence by doing something that most managers and executives would chortle at: he lay down on the floor.

“It was a random idea,” Sugarheim says. “I was watching Nova’s Decoding the Universe: Quantum, and I started thinking about vibrations. And I thought, Gee, I wonder what kind of vibrations are coming through the floor. That’s when I lay down in my office and the magic started to happen.”

Beginning each day on the floor helps Sugarheim “get in touch with the vibrations” of his employees.

“The floor, is the optimal location for vibration accumulation,” says Sugarheim. “It’s the part of the building that the employees have the most contact with throughout the day. Whether directly or indirectly, they are in contact with it.”

Yet the more Sugarheim persisted in this floor feeling exercise, the more he grew dissatisfied with the vibrations he was experiencing.

He came to see that these vibrations were blunted, as he called it. And after many days of meditating on this shortcoming, he finally discovered why.

“If you want to lead with emotional intelligence, you’ve got to get in touch.” — Milton Sugarheim

“I was lying on the floor as per usual in the A.M.,” said Sugarheim, “and suddenly felt intense vibrations, vibrations that went way beyond what I had experienced until then. This was new and exciting, sort of like the first time you use anal beads. Anyways, I leapt up, and followed the vibrations to a cubicle, and the employee there had removed her shoes. I almost asked her why she had taken off her shoes, but the vibrations had already told me. ‘You have a sore toe, don’t you,’ I said. She began to weep and said, ‘That’s so sensitive of you, I haven’t told anyone, how did you know?'”

Sugarheim Bares His Soles With Technique Aplenty

Sugarheim was so moved by this experience that he implemented a no-shoe policy in the office.

The next morning, he recalled that his floor ritual was now “charged with a billion megawatts surging through my hemispheres. I sensed everybody and every particle. It was like all of my employees had penetrated my body.”

Sugarheim Gives The Palm

Sugarheim experimented with other techniques, such as “giving them the palm.”

In this technique, Sugarheim stands in the corner of the office so that he can see all the cubicles at once.

He then holds out his palms and closes his eyes. He waits a few moments, then feels his way through the office with his feet using the sanchin dachi stance. With every exhale, breathing out “Let hearts be open”, he seeks what he calls “trouble spots”.

Speaking of Trouble

Trouble spots are those employees whose vibratory patterns seem to Sugarheim to be hostile or vibratorily negative.

Every company has them on a daily basis, but few executives and managers seem to understand them, let alone seek them out.

But Sugarheim represents the vanguard of a new era, one whose primary goal is to lead with emotional intelligence.

For once he locates these trouble spots, he makes the employee his project for the day.

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Your Company Might Not Lead With Emotional Intelligence, But You Can

It was months ago now, but a particularly explosive row with his supervisor led Sugarheim to give up managing the Sarasota Technics way, as well as the standard projects he was given by the corporation.

“I felt that the people above me were morons,” he says. “They had no conception of leadership. They certainly weren’t getting anything out of me, much less my employees. I wanted to manage in a way that I knew would work for everybody.”

Sugarheim felt that it was of greater importance to double down on the vibrations and the feelings within the office, and that by doing so he would increase the efficiency and productivity of the office greatly.

Through numerous green flag encounters with employees, he discovered that his hunch was right. This wasn’t just important, it was crucial to their success.

“Project completion at a high level assumes vibratory perception at a high level.”

— Milton Sugarheim

Sugarheim’s ‘lead with emotional intelligence’ brand of counseling involves no questions, statements, or heart-to-heart sharing

Sugarheim connects directly with the vibrations of his employees through vibratory channeling so that he can experience their feelings with them in real time.

“This is best done through physical contact,” said Milton. “But there’s a serious risk of sexual harassment claims. I got bit by that bug several times before, so I’m cautious. The workaround is red velvet cloth. It channels the vibrations just about on par with touching palms, if not better.”

With his palms and his employee’s palms pressed onto the velvet, Sugarheim receives the vibrations and responds with his own.

There’s a serious risk of sexual harassment claims. I got bit by that bug several times before, so I’m cautious.

— Milton Sugarheim, Sarasota Technics

“The employee’s troubles are whisked away,” he says, “and the employee leaves rejuvenated, energized, happier, healthier, more whole, ready to inspire and be inspired.”

Sugarheim believes that this kind of feeling-empathy helps him lead with emotional intelligence.

He says that it is both responsible and post-human resources, by which he means that the kind of bellyaching and grieving performed by employees in Human Resources offices across the country could become a thing of the past, if executives and middle managers just took the time to lead with emotional intelligence.

“This means being vulnerable, being in touch, and baring your soles,” says Sugarheim.

And that, Sugarheim thinks, is the kind of revolutionary change that will represent the New Workplace.

Goodbye Lean Six Sigma. Hello Sensation.

Learn To Be Honest About Your Apathy

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Learn To Be Honest About Your Apathy

Let’s face it: there are plenty things you don’t give a shit about. Consider the following examples.

  • Your coworker’s dead dog.
  • Your friend’s flat tire.
  • Your relative travelling to Spain.

Your problem is that you pretend that you care.

And that, my friends, is a lie…. Granted it’s a simple lie, one we may call “white,” but a lie nevertheless. Your tendencies to lie enslave you to the lies and stymie your rise to the top. You waste a lot of energy mustering the energy to care or pretend to care.
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If you’re going to float to the top, learn to admit your apathy, and take some advice from life expert Laura Vanderkam.

Instead of saying, ‘I don’t have time,’ try saying ‘it’s not a priority’ and see how that feels.
Laura Vanderkam
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Notice Ms. Vanderkam’s triple-threatedness.

First, she is aware of what she wants. Second, she externalizes that want. Third, she speaks her want with boldness.

With Ms. Vanderkam’s insights in mind, let’s revisit some of the scenarios I’ve already presented, asking ourselves, “What would Ms. Vanderkam say?”

Your coworker’s dead dog. In your more deceptive moments, you would feign concern. But when that urge to dissemble rises in your heart and rushes up your throat like vomit, swallow it down, and remember what Ms. Vanderkam would say:

“I’m sorry, it’s not a priority.”

Sure, Ms. Vanderkam’s coworker might think she’s a bitch. Does Ms. Vanderkam care? Well, I don’t know…but how does it feel?

 

Your friend’s flat tire. As humans we may have a natural inclination to care about the problems of others. But sometimes our natural inclination is to chain-whip.

So when your friend lurches into the story of the flat tire, spare yourself the prison sentence and ask, “What would Ms. Vanderkam say?”

Well, I don’t know, but she might say, “It’s not a priority.”

How does that feel?

Relative travelling to Spain. You used to pretend to be interested in family reports. Now they will be met by a wall of apathy. Forgo rudeness and stop mustering false excitement. Then consider the facts:

  1. You still hold a grudge against the Spanish Armada.
  2. You prefer Portugal.
  3. Bullfighting is murder.

Now ask yourself, “What would Ms. Vanderkam say?”

She might just say, “It’s not a priority.”

And how does that feel?

You can see how easy this is, how it cuts away the dead weight and frees you to be interested in what matters most: your life.

So avoid interactions you loathe, the heartbreak you despise, the stories that bore. And remember Ms. Vanderkam’s mantra: “It’s not a priority.”

You’re damn right.

How does that feel?

I’m Josh Litton, Keep Floating To The Top.