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Folks, I don’t know if I can keep doing any more “sex news” blogging. The whole thing has gotten so weird and out of control that I fear a Noah-sized flood or Yahweh-inspired Sodom and Gomorrah fiery inferno at any time. I dont even have to go looking for sick twisted stories online about sexual deviation among mankind and well, most other species and/or unusual household products. Most of it is daily news on HuffPost. The worst part of it is that it’s no longer even strange to read such stories which would have sent my maternal grandfather reaching for his nitroglycerin tablets and my grandmother for her shoebox of anti-psychotic medications. I dont feel like embellishing or explaining this particular news item today. I just want to pose a simple question or two such as: 1) Why would a Florida man need to engage in oral sex with his girlfriend’s three-legged dog? 2) Why did this same individual feel it necessary to download images of said behavior to his cellphone? 3) Finally, where in hell did he locate an attorney able to find a loophole in Florida’s penal code (get it?) and bestiality law stating that kissing or licking Fido’s boner is ok, but penetrating it with anything even vaguely humanoid is not? I would probably also wonder: how much do you think lawyers in Florida charge by the hour to defend such precedent setting cases? Probably just a tad bit more than Jose Baez charged Casey Anthony and the state of Florida for getting her acquitted and certified as a lifeguard at Typhoon Lagoon near Disneyworld ….just kidding.

I guess the point is attorneys will defend any case or demented defendant no matter how weird and wacked out they might be. It’s apparently vital to our form of government and legal system. Everyone, even completely guilty totally in-denial child molesters and serial showerers like Jerry Sandusky are presumed innocent until 53845 former victims show up in court and testify against you. In the Sandusky case the guy went through more soap and shower suds then all the car washes in Western Pennsylvania. It should have been an obvious, albeit slippery forensic clue, don’t you agree?  Anyway, dont worry about the dog kisser-molester guy. Apparently he had alot of kiddie porn on his computer and they can still nab him for that, but then who’s computer nowadays doesnt? Hey, by the way, how DO you get rid of a hard drive? Just kidding…not. I can always blame it on my kids, my kids friends and applied sex research. Somehow I dont think the doggy dude is going to be able to get off scot free (especially by his gf) by explaining, “Hey, I saw Cesar Milan suggest it on the Dog Whisperer”.  Ewww.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/23/florida-bestiality-law-oral-sex-loophole_n_1621001.html

Disclaimer: The following blog was just written under the influence of Benedryl, antihistamine gel, 800 mgs of Ibuprofen and possibly a Viagra pill I mistakenly thought was for allergy relief. I took them all after being stung twice by Yellow Jackets in my front yard. They are vicious little stinging/flying insects that show no mercy. Maybe I should check on the three Mexican guys I hired to spread the mulch with me. I dont hear any more screaming or cursing in Spanish outside. I guess I’ll know in less then four hours if I took the wrong toxic medicine for the wrong problem. No big deal, so to speak……My typing is DEFINITELY off as I’m having to go back and forth with the DELETE, SHIFT and BACK keys. Wait, there is no BACK key…..is there??

Will whoever was NOT molested by Jerry Sandusky please stand up…

In a stunning new development Jerry Sandusky’s own attorney, Joe Amendola as well as LeBron James, Dennis Rodman, Joe Namath, Rodney King, King Frederic the Great and the entire Swedish royal family have come forward to say that the assistant coach at Penn State had molested them in the past. Karen Klein, the so called “bus lady” in the viral video denied that anything physical or sexual occurred, but did add that, “he (Jerry) has a really foul mouth when no one is around”. Apparently all of the incidents occurred in the basement of  Sandusky’s modest split level home while his wife slept through it and was completely unaware of what was going on.

“I thought he was just going down to the kitchen to eat crackers, cheese and Chinese leftovers late at nite. I really didn’t think the blood curling screams and cries for help were anything that serious.”, Sandusky’s wife, Dottie told reporters outside the Centre county courthouse only minutes after the guilty verdict was reached.

Two male jurors have also threatened to file civil charges against the defendant saying that Mr. Sandusky repeatedly attempted to enter their hotel room at the Holiday Inn through a second story window while the jury was sequestered during the three week trial.  One of the jurors, now a graduate student at Penn State added that Jerry Sandusky “begged us to please cuddle” while reading aloud his autobiography entitled, “Touched”. The unnamed jurors post-trial statements were independently corroborated by  a hotel maid who says she recognized the man lurking outside the lobby as the former Penn State coach because, “His picture is all over the internet and he’s got really weird old man teeth”. The district attorney’s office had no comment on the most recent allegations but a spokesman for Bellefonte county where the court house is located did casually admit, “Why doesn’t somebody just put this fool out of his misery and save the taxpayers money? I mean this is a difficult time economically and we all have to come up with practical ways to trim state and county costs. We just plain cant afford all these trials and related legal fees. Plus, this guy is a total douchebag”.

Have you watched the viral video of the poor (submissive) school monitor lady on the bus taking heaps of verbal abuse from jerky little preteen boys? How long could you have put up with that before you said to yourself, “This is no longer worth the crappy paycheck. I would rather strangle these kids and do the Arnold Schwarzenegger Commando “neck twist” thing on the kid with the camera rather than just sit here and take it. First I will systematically beat the crap out of all of them and then nicely and calmly resign”. Of course the sweet older lady, Karen Klein didn’t have much choice because in today’s society the corporal punishment of asinine, ill-tempered 8th graders comes with a lawsuit and a short jail sentence. Except in Texas and parts of South Carolina, where it is still legal to marry your own children and tie them to your dilapidated trailer. I’m sorry. I’m still a little worked up right now after watching the full 10 minute phone cam video of the delightful, well-mannered kids they raise in Greek, or Greece or Grease, New York. I take back what I said about Texas. They have capital punishment (the death sentence) in Texas and are willing to impose it on toddlers, particularly killer toddlers who lack remorse and cant afford a good criminal defense attorney…and are black or Hispanic.

Dont get me wrong, I am very glad the nice lady is now being warmly supported by email and via the internet they have raised hundreds of thousands of dollars for her to take a dream vacation and possibly early retirement. Hey, wait a minute. I would like hundreds of thousands of dollars and a dream vacation……and my kids were pretty shitty to me at that age…..and then again at around 17 too!!  I would be willing to invite 5 or 6 really obnoxious 12 or 13 year olds to verbally abuse me for 10 minutes. In fact, if the parents are interested they can pay me directly for having their brats yell and curse and foam at the mouth in my general direction. If they let me take a swing at them when its all over I’d even be willing to take 10% off the final tab. I would say that’s only fair. Argh!
http://www.indiegogo.com/loveforkarenhklein

Have you ever taken Ambien, the popular sleeping pill and gotten a relatively decent nights sleep only to wake up to garlic bread crumbs, a stop watch, an empty carton of orange sherbet and one of your neighbors you never met before in your bed?  Ok, I was exaggerating about the neighbor but the rest is the gods honest truth.

Ambien (Zolpidem) is some good stuff for many of us who cant just do as Samuel L. Jackson has eloquently put it in his rendition of the popular childrens book, “Go The Fuck To Sleep!” There are a million reasons people cant fall asleep or stay asleep. The older you get the harder it seems to turn off the mental computer and go into “sleep mode”. I’m sure the 56 different electronic and digital devices in the room all blinking and lighting up and beckoning ones attention dont help. Wait, it’s 3:25 AM, I better check my Facebook status to see if anyone else “liked” it…….or hey, I wonder if anyone has linked to my blog (otherwise known as my post-mortem memoirs) in the middle of the night unnoticed.  How sick is it that I’ve had daydreams about dying and then having people read my blog and murmur to themselves, “Wow, he was so witty…I should have spent more of my busy day (as a full-time neurosurgeon and mother of three toddlers) reading it and commenting”. Clearly this is the modern day version of Huckleberry Finn where Tom Sawyer attends his own funeral to hear what people say about him.

Anyway, back to insomnia and Ambien. If you are one of the 23 million people who take it (thats right, we are all in some kind of bizarre sleeping pill cult) it can have some unusual side effects for a certain zombified minority. Instead of eating peoples brains we apparently sleepwalk, often to the kitchen where we collect and consume an assortment of foodstuff and odd utensils. One morning I found a Ginsu knife and and a plastic ice cream scoop in my room that I had no memory of. Maybe the scooper went with the orange sherbet. I cant say. The point is that weird things happen once the Undead arise and Ambien is the prime suspect for many of us. Some people like my 25 year old son Eli have more obvious so called “paradoxical side effects” like refusal to sleep and having long conversations with items in the refrigerator, including the fresh produce. I’m not kidding or exaggerating. It really happened. Also, Eli is a personal trainer with huge muscles and intervening in his intimate exchange with the carrots and broccoli was not easy. He didnt get belligerent or anything. He just didn’t want to be interrupted. Apparently I dont either when I am under the effects of Ambien, a so called non-benzo hypnotic and then wake up and start shuffling around… without even realizing it. The only funny part about it is my initial reaction of surprise to the seemingly random things strewn around the next morning. I now have a predictable pre-set exclamation that I say aloud for full effect, “Hey, how did THAT get there??” Of course when “that” involves a neighbor’s cat hanging from a ceiling fan or three empty bags of Doritos (big ones) on the floor next to the bed it’s a little hard to deny who was responsible, especially when the car is later found in the driveway with the motor running………If this gets any worse I’m either going to call my shrink or at the very least start checking the car trunk each morning for bodies.

P.S.  Riiight, here’s what kept me up last nite writing this. Is it more correct to say awoke, awaken, awoken, or ewok (out of frustration) in the first sentence? The online arguments on the subject are endless and inconclusive. I gave up and said “wake up to”. Meanwhile, I couldn’t go the fuck to sleep…..

My kids got me one of those Keurig auto-make coffee machines for Fathers Day. The coffee tastes good and there are many choices, ie. Starbucks dark roast, expresso, Caribou breakfast blend, high grade heroin, morning methadone, etc. Apparently anything can be compressed into those little plastic “portion pack” k-cups and then marketed to and from the now exceedingly rich Jewish entrepreneur who probably invented and patented the machine. This time I dont think it was Ron Popiel or by Ronco. The Owners manual and “Welcome to Keurig” literature is longer and more detailed then what I got with my Lexus. They also throw in some French on the box like, “Goutez a la variete” to make it sound European and therefore more gourmet.  Apparently I am no longer just making coffee. According to the manual, I am now a sophisticated “brewer” engaged in the fresh brewing of coffee. It’s still hard for me to adjust to NOT thinking of an automatic coffee maker as something I would use at the gas station (by pushing multiple buttons to make a bizarre concoction) along with a Snickers bar and a pint of motor oil. I went to a store in Miami a few years ago that exclusively sold these high-end coffee machines like they were selling time-share condos and Maseratis. The glistening products lined the walls. Specially trained baristas (all very good looking and perky) ushered us into small groups of wealthy and wealthier people willing to listen to a shtick trying to sell you on buying into a $900 machine and lifetime contract that makes one cup of coffee at a time, but oh what a cup it is……..Anyway, my kids just went to WalMart and bought me the smaller one that was on sale.

As usual I felt a little sad and guilty “putting away” my well worn Mr. Coffee machine. I stuck it under one of my kitchen drawers, “just in case”. Now I have to figure out different places to steal the various compressed k-cups of liquid gold, er I mean coffee……and probably a small (ok huge) handful of Splendas. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sign up for some special “club” that ships me my private blend of futuristic java.

In an about face, so to speak, I will report some “good news” to offset my regular  reporting about weird people sexually abusing animals, themselves, and their stuffed Teddy Bears (see previous blog posts). In Pittsburgh they hold the annual convention of “Furries” known as Anthrocon. This is not to be confused with DragonCon, which involves thousands of sci-fi and cartoon freaks and geeks, like my 25 year old son and  girlfriend. Unlike DragonCon attendees, Furries dont just dress up and go to important meetings and “panel discussions” on Star Wars, Star Trek and a zillion other anime and gaming characters that I’ve never heard of.  “Furry” people enjoy roleplaying and dressing up as animals in elaborate furry costumes and full headgear. Sometimes they stay in character regarding their chosen/preferred animal identity and socialize/ sexualize with one another. In other words, a certain “vocal minority” of Furries sexually get off on playing foxes, bears, coyotes, birds and bees….essentially Disney characters in heat. The good news is that Furries stick together and support each other as well as their out of costume Furry supporters. Here is a news story and video about Furries pitching in to help a certain restaurant owner stay in business. They really know how to get their tails in gear when somebody needs a helping hand…or paw. Sexual fact and Extra credit for readers: Erotic or sexual behavior between Furries is called “yiffing”.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/17/anthrocon-furries-fernandos-cafe_n_1603768.html

I just saw the remake of “The Time Machine” (2002). I waited all these years to see it because I just KNEW what I would think of it. How about this summary: A tangled, incomprehensible perversion of the original movie (1960). Nearly as monstrously bad and disfigured as the remake of the classic “Journey to the Center of the Earth”, again the original with James Mason, not the piece of total dog shit starring Brendan Fraser in 2008. Everyone involved with both of these “remakes” should apologize to the Hollywood Motion Picture Guild and immediately tender their resignations as actors, producers and especially card carrying film directors. I dont even WANT to know who re-wrote the screenplays or directed these cinematic abominations. If I met them on the street or at Starbucks I would slap them across the face with a white silk glove and offer some Native American or vulgar Shakespearean insult involving their mothers and needing to eliminate their “family seed” from the Earth. Omg, I just looked it up on Wikipedia. The movie I just watched was directed by Simon Wells, the actual great-grandson of HG Wells. I just cursed the family tree of the original writer…….yegads. Still Simon, did you REALLY have to miscast the great actor Jeremy Irons as the Uber-Morlock vaguely channeling Ricardo Montelban (Khan) from Star Trek?? KHANNNN!!

Next Up: Kate and Colin ruin Total Recall? God, I hope not. Is nothing sacred?

Can you guess that this is my first blog about plushophilia (sex with stuffed animals)? Ok, you know I have to comment about weird sex news. So let’s just say it and get it over with. A man in Ohio got arrested for the fourth time for having sex with a teddy bear. Nobody (especially in that part of Ohio) is really that surprised by now, right? Nothing shocks us anymore and when you think about it, as long as there isn’t a live person or domesticated member of the animal kingdom inside the stuffed animal, what’s the big deal? On second thought, it might just be for the fact that the guy obtains extra enjoyment out of having sex with his Care Bear in public, and that just isn’t very, well, orderly or decent, hence indecent exposure and disorderly conduct.

Still, this seemingly black and white case of “crazy” might also raise deeper questions about human rights and sexual freedom. Are we not free to love whomever and whatever we want? Is there a huge and unmistakable difference between hugging ones well-worn Velveteen Rabbit and sodomizing ones toy teddy in a darkened alleyway? Isn’t Margery Williams timeless tale about the power of transformative love still applicable?  I’m sure Jose Baez and Jerry Sandusky’s attorney would think so. In fact I’m sure there are lawyers somewhere in America right now trying to create a new personality disorder (and hence legal justification) for people who prefer sex with their Cabbage Patch dolls and Muppet collection.  Finally, is the moral of the story something vague, complicated  and debatable or is the real point if you love something enough (or violate it frequently and against its will) it might just come alive and press charges? You decide and let me know. Btw, if it ever comes up in a game of Trivial Pursuit or on Jeopardy, the official name for overly ardent lovers of Teddy Bears is Ursusagalmatophilia. Of course Alec Trebek knows this already.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/06/16/charles-marshall-teddy-bear_n_1602294.html

Not to be insensitive but I noticed recently you can still make Facebook friends with dead people. That’s right. I have clicked onto Facebook profiles of human beings and a few dogs whom I know for a fact are deceased and not only do they still have their Timeline’s intact but they are still adding friends! Some of these dead people and pets are adding more FB friends then I am, and I’m not even dead  yet, which is a little depressing. I feel jealous of some dead people because they are more popular then me. I sort of figured as I got older and got more wrinkles, etc. (see recent FUPA post) that I could at the very least outlast the more popular but far more deceased individuals on Facebook. I was hoping my problem with “social comparison syndrome”, constantly comparing myself and my life with others would resolve itself over time and due to attrition, sort of like the “Turtle and the Hare” parable. How do I compete with really popular dead people? They dont even age and everyone only says great things about them as if they are/were perfect. It’s all so unfair.