Monthly Archives: March 2012

The London Riots: How do we explain them? Alienation meets opportunity?  Young nihilistic ragers bearing Blackberries beget and become uber-greedy and hyper-materialistic? How about mass psychology and peer pressure?  Is it more an expression of Clockwork Orange 2011 or Planet … Continue reading →

8/1/11  Casey Diary: Return to Orlando (cont) :   Dear Diary, OMG, I’m so sick of everybody! After getting back home from Abbatabad and rinsing off all the goat stink, I havent had one minutes peace to myself!  Jose gave me … Continue reading →

Disclaimer: This news update is NOT for the squeamish.   Reunion Update:  In addition to my intensive and much belated exercise regime, I just scheduled a session of “colonic therapy” for myself. The name of the place is “Sacred Waters”.  … Continue reading →

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Casey’s Diary Day Two: Back to the Homeland   Ok, things definitely did not work out in Attatabad, or whatever they call it. Pakistan is so stupid! All I did was sit around and do my nails (mortuary black with … Continue reading →

Canoe Restaurant Review Rating 4 stars out of 5 (To get a 5 they have to be absolutely flawless, offer sexual amenities,  and/or free organ transplants)   After two weeks of exercising and eating healthy (ok, I was starving to … Continue reading →

Casey’s Journal: Day One Wow, I cant believe I am out!! It’s so weird to be able to just get up and do whatever I want! I also cant believe all these people sent me free money and checks. I … Continue reading →

In my capacity as a certified sexologist, it has come to my attention that I sometimes exceed my mandate to inform the public about interesting sex related news articles, including the guy whose wife cut off his manhood (hood and … Continue reading →

And now the wooden gavel came hurtling down through the air And Casey stood awatching it in classic psychopathic glare Close by the sturdy bailiffs stood, absolutely sure “Guilty” would be read “That ain’t my duct tape or DNA”, said … Continue reading →

Dont be surprised about Casey Anthony. Just got back from Florida after driving 8 hours. I saw the real Florida, not Disneyworld or South Beach. I saw the side of the state with humongous highway signs that say, “We Got … Continue reading →