I saw this video on youtube.com and found it fascinating.

“My VERY POSITIVE Abortion Experience”… I just like the sound of that.

“My VERY POSITIVE Abortion Experience”.
aka: executionize you rights!

It was a sunny day in march. I was singing a song as I went along the road, walking past smiling people and stopping at every window to see what was in store. I was young and happy with all my life in front of me, and just to know that I was going to make sure something else would not have it’s life in front of it made it all the much sunnier, happier and gayer.

The abortion doctor, who was an amateur actor on the side, sang as I entered the Family planning clinic.
“Hello”, he said with a glee and what seemed to be a whimsical little dance. He couldn’t help but smile as I saw it, and I couldn’t help but smile either. This would be the start of a wonderful day, with lots of memories and stories to tell.

The people who was gathered inside his bright coloured waiting room was all ready for a laugh and was eager to meet new people and share their pregnancy stories. Mine was as simple as it was funny. I had been drunk at a party, and this guy came up to me and later came inside me. They all laughed as I played with those words. I even got a huge hug from one of the teenagers as I told it. All was good and right.

One of the stories that was shared that was not as fun, but was a story we all could grow on, came from a shy skinny young girl who sat in the corner. She had escaped from home, since her father was abusive and her mother was a drunk.
“Now there’s an abortion that should have been”, I could remember thinking but still trying to keep a serious face as her story was not suppose to be funny. She had later become a whore and she earned more by having the Johns in her without condoms so she became pregnant at regular basis and had been there many times.

“So you could use a punching card, couldn’t you?”, I said and we all laughed at my funny way at looking at things.
“Yes”, she said, “but I got aids now so I won’t be needing it for very long”

This last part started to provoke me, because I felt that she tried to ruin my VERY POSITIVE Abortion experience with her bleakness. Some people just cant be happy, you know, they have to problematize everything. This woman deserved her misery, I had read so in “the secret”, so I decide to focus on someone else. Someone who looked forward to having it removed.

“Life is to short”, I thought as I stroke my belly “to focus on sad things. I bet my foetus would agree with me” and with that thought I was suddenly back again laughing and dancing with the abortion doctor. People cheering and applauding for me. The sun shone so bright! Everything was fantastic. You get such energy from knowing you are going to get rid of a tumour of troubles. Yes… life, you know… fantastic.

“This is our right, am I right?”, I screamed from the top of my longs as I stood on top of chair. “Abort more!”, I continued and more positive energy entered the room.
“No one is going to take our rights away! NO ONE! GIRL POWER”, I shouted for all to hear. The power of deciding life and death. I was ecstatic. I couldn’t wait for it to be removed. A tingling all over, excitement for what was to come, life… you know… FREEDOM! LOVE!

Finally it was my turn, and I turned to the crowd of happy people and raised my hand for recognition. Love, was the only word to describe this day. Love and the colour green. I would do an art project later where I would make an interruptive dance to celebrate my positive experience while painted green. It’s what an artist do.
The dance would be me having my hands representing the flow of the menstrual falling down, down, washing away the pain and responsibility from the middle-age and instead greeting a brave new world where woman could be free to be a sexual creature to. I would try as an artist to convey the importance of abortion, to tell young people that abortion is an experience that every girl should have. To become a woman is to drink once menstrual flow and to have a positive abortion experience. Bush and other demogogs would never again steal our chance of experience POWER and keep US down. FREEDOM etc.

Oh, such lovely pictures. I wish you could have been there and shared it with me. But I will try to tell you, as best as I can, the sensation of abortion. The doctor took me in to a white room, with pictures of happy adults smiling. No kids in any of them. There was also a picture of a clown who juggled bottles. A real aesthetic experience. He guided me to a cosy chair and I took my seat. He then gave me a shot and a pill. He then looked at the clock and we waited.

Then it came. A power strengthening in my uterine. Then came the flow. The flow of life and death. It was all red of me and the smell of fresh freedom! Love, freedom and power again and again for what would seem like an eternity. I couldn’t describe it as anything but a holy experience of cleansing. A strong cleansing from the blood and the whiteness of the room that I knew had to be stronger than any religious experience.
“This is life”, I thought. “Life is blood flowing, and cunts crying because men had to penetrate them!”

I started to cry because of the beauty and I looked up into the ceiling with look of relief. I can’t describe it better so I have to say it again. It isn’t an orgasm, it’s just a feeling of freedom. Abortion is freedom, love and the colour green. Every girl should have one, to know the feeling. If I ever get pregnant again, I would have another one. And this time I would wait longer, because they say that the feeling get’s stronger to.

Everyone is happy as long as the woman is happy

So women of the earth, help me to make every girls dream come true and have their own very positive abortion experience. As I like to say; “You are not a free-thinker, unless you think like us” and ain’t that the truth?

So I have been surfing the world wide web again. I mainly surf Youtube, Facebook, last.fm, wikipedia and some no’no pages. Other than that I walk around talking to people, I even have some friends (se picture below).

When I don’t browse the web, I could watch some tv, and sometimes (being unemployed) I can watch some daytime entertainment. On the daytime shows you have the cheap soaps and the talk shows. These shows are probably not meant for me, but beggars can’t be choosers. So I have sometimes watched Oprah, Dr. Phil, Rachel Ray and Ellen.

I hate Oprah and Dr. Phil. They are so awful it should have been illegal. Especially the last one where a… never mind.

The point is; sometimes my three pastimes (internet, friends and tv) cross into each other. I have seen Rachel Ray on tv, and found her to be a happy, whimsical woman that I easily could have dated. She cooks food, my imagination would have taste great, and she has a cheery persona. Yeah, a woman that seems joyful and happy. Who want that when you can have so much more?

I get happy when I watch her (and in smaller doses Ellen). Then some of my friends show a dis taint for her, and suddenly I see brain-dead (I love that word!) teens making fun of her on Youtube. I just don’t get it! Isn’t Rachel Ray the very essence of what any man would want in a woman? She seems stable, happy and can fucking cook!!! Here’s one example of making fun out of her:

When I saw this clip I got goosebumps. That laughter of those two kids went straight to my spine. You know their planing something nasty to feel alive. They could have needed a rachel ray mother… What I saw was a mother smoking crack to forget sucking strangers for crack (the white trash circle) and those two children growing envious of anything reeking of value and thus hating a woman who seems wholesome and nice.

To comfort them; Rachel Ray is probably not that nice. She is acting nicer than she is. But what she represents my dear lost boys is a down to earthiness, a loving motherliness, you probably never experienced and for that I feel sorry for you.

Here’s another Rachel Ray bashing:

Haha, it’s funny because it’s kids mocking someone who does something else than playing Modern Warfare 2 (shooting civilian stage) on their Xboxs or PS3’s and later going on different threads mocking how stupid everyone else is because they like something that they don’t!

IT’S TIME TO TAKE A STAND! Everyone who is tiered of everything having to be EXTREME unite! Let’s all watch rachel ray, and pretend that everything is nice for a change! Let’s stop cutting ourself, tattooing obscenities on our bodies, watching freaks scream nonsense and other vomit unto weed smoking emotionally numb and brain-dead (there’s that word again!) teens and…

Relax...

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Relax…

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Relax with some family oriented shows. And feel peace. I LOVE RACHEL RAY… I wish real life could be like that.

It’s really not.

(This blog entry is dedicated to E. Not the drug.)

Akon the squirrel with a new low, HO! I guess he ain’t lonely any more! According to wiki he never was.

The music video sort of reminds me of the last P-A-R-T-Y at my crib. Lots of hos, some clowns and me! Then there were drugs. Lots of drugs. Gots to have them drugs! Them crack-hos won’t do it 4 free, U kno! Weed and Coke and Heroin and Aids. All the ingredients for a perfect gathering.

I love ma pimping life! “A sexy bitch!” Oh yeah Every woman is a sexy bitch after three shots of Whiskey! Fo shizzle! No lie, no fronting, no disrespect. Just a reality check! HO!

I saw this episode of CSI:NY (not a great show, I know, but I saw it non the less) where an occult woman referred to the anti-Christ as the the one who collects souls for the sins of our youth. I think I can see him in this video.

I also find it funny that the explicit video has the censured lyrics. Why is that?

The test: How long can you watch this video before you get repulsed? NB!
You are not allowed to stop the video at any time, if you do that’s when you stopped watching (we can all stand a little gay at a time!)

Result:
0-10 sec: Very homophobic (We are talking “a hater”)
11-30 sec: Homophobic (“No gay marriage”)
3…1-2:00 sec: Neutral (“Gay, what?”)
2:01-3:00 sec: Liberal/meterosexual (“Equal rites”)
3:01-4:30 sec: Fag Hag/Man (“They are a fascinating bunch!”)
4:31-6:00: Wannabegay (“We’re… they’re queer, we’re…they’re here, get used to it!”)
6:01-633: In a danger zone (use condoms!)
6:34 (All the way through): YOU ARE GAY. You are the QUEEN OF GAY and that effeminate mans bitch!

(I saw 7 sec. That makes me a man!!! I fix cars. Not afraid of being dirty and oily. I watch naked pictures of woman and objectify them by thinking of fucking them. Hard! I chop lumber! I am a lumberjack!)

Right now there are many children with cancer! They look at their parents wondering why their lifes will be cut short as their bodies slowly decay when every cell in their bodies rots away. We can all help them by talking, spending and giving money and perhaps look at blogs where the parents write about their day to day hardships.

Remember when God gives us lemons, you should sell them to others. There are no evils that can’t be banished, and perhaps when the children are dead the parents can come on Operah or Dr. Phil to tell all about their loss. That’s when it is important to watch. To see their tears, and cry with them. That makes you sensitive, and sensitive people are better than others.

So remember; Children with Cancer! It makes you a better person.

Remember, remember the 9 of October 2009 (later it will be referred too as “10/9″ to make it more significant and timeless). That’s the day Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. Norwegians are ambivalent too this, as many are against it and some are for it (also called a democracy).
“Why this could happen?“, you may ask. Let me try to explain the whole thing from a Norwegian perspective.

Norway has an inferiority complex, since the swedes bullied us when we were younger. We also have this growing feeling, that infest the entire country and entire culture, that we do not deserve to have it this good. So you can add a self-loading to the inferiority complex. We feel that we somehow owe the rest of the world something, but all we have are money that are pumped up from the sea, so we spend it abroad hoping that other nations will recognize us as kind and generous to ease our inferiority and self-loading. This never happens, or it doesn’t happen enough, so we need to get the rest of the worlds attention by doing something new and nice.

The “new and nice” this month is given President Obama the peace price knowing well that he hasn’t really done anything. At least nothing to do with “peace”. He has of course been braking a race barrier (or something like that) and he has charm and he seems new and nice but he isn’t all that!

To my understanding, Obama has been a disappointment to USA as the “changes” he was talking about didn’t happen over night as everybody thought. He didn’t stop the wars, he didn’t realise all the prisoners from Guantanamo Bay Naval Base and he seems to scare many with is new healthcare system (you have nothing to fear USA, it works for Norway. Although not the exact same system.)

There is also another side of this award. The person who had the honor of giving the reward was a man named Jagland, and he was (or is) a member of the Norwegian left (Labour party) and as the swedes once said; Norway is the last communist country. What that means here is that being a labour party man (never done a days labour in his life, mind you! [citation needed]) he knows that as a leader he must lead and leading means he “has to make unpopular decisions” (the slogan of the party, 2nd only too “ignorance is strength”).

Thirdly, and lastly, as I have said the Norwegians self-loading is great and thus we all look forward to having PRESIDENT OBAMA coming to us and saying stuff like “What a great country” (ahh!), “lovely nature” (ahh!), “Peace loving people” (oh, ahh!) etc. while we jack-off to his praises. This will be an important day for us, many kids will not cut them self that day, and suicide rate will decline. So in many ways; Obama showing up, alone, will be a reason to earn that price.

So now you know (another side of it) and you may use this information as you please. I would just like to add that I do not think this award was wrong, but perhaps a little bit (reads; alot) early. I do not think that Obama is a bad president (I feel calm as he talks). I do not think that Norway has showed carelessness to the Nobel price (as the swedes soon will say) and that we should loose the price to another country (i.e. Sweden). I do however think that Jagland should resign, and that Norway (and other countries if they have an opinion) should have a serious debate as to where this award is going and where we want it to go. Obama, Al Gore and many other prices this past 10-15 years have really been “unpopular decisions”, and has made a mockery of an important event.

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