Alright since Buzzard is in his dour and black pessimistic demeanor always good to remember that in that dark before the dawn we can always find the nite lite to read some of the finest American literature at its bawdy finest (that is if we’ve maintained our subscription). Yes many will say there is an Internet edition and sure many will find its link entertaining. But to those coinsurers from the glossy years, there is really nothing in today’s electronic wizardry that compares to the cuddling of the warm and sultry pages of the solitary meditation and the dreams conjured from the busty bevy phyllo paged beauties of playboy’s bunny ranch. From the perspective of time studies centerfold and perverse brought an appreciation of the fairer sex that cultivated a certain joy from a beautiful smile when enhanced with certain mischief makes life’s journey even more magical.
Today the political ads are running full tilt with plentiful smears of sexual intrigue and innuendo. Small wonder we elect those with small penises and with a smaller mentality only exceeded in miniature by non existent balls. Suppose in this modern all too politically correct culture we’ve created we need not fear these balless wonders but rather those of exceeding hypocrisy that weasel their lies into facts and their twisted sexless faith into law. Any wonder that the Catholic Church has become the parathion of faith’s twisted cannon of perversion… Its the systemic failure at every layer that is pervasive and plagues our political culture at every level. It is the denial of truth, the suppression of the most powerful force of human nature that makes for the state sponsored hypocrisy even more insidious and ensures the future belongs to a parade of well groomed lairs.
But I digress from the point of the odd beauty that can emerge from the beauty told in the glossy pages that find a certain truth in the contradiction… Now proudly one may (If they have one of the most recent edition of sultry scripture) proclaim a double centerfold enhanced with a 3D dimension of “You are there!”… A true sense of a lusty bust that leaps from the pages. Hugh Hefner for President!
