oh..sorry didn't read it correctly.

uh oh. we all know what that means. 1. Clinton approved, very early in his first administration, an armed attack on the compound of a religious sect in Waco, Texas, under circumstances which clearly did not warrant losing patience with negotiations and choosing a military solution. As a result of the attack, eighty-one people died, including men, women, and children. 2. Also in that first year in office, in June of 1993, he sent bombers over Baghdad, claiming it was in response to a planned assassination of former President George Bush, visiting the Middle East. The "evidence came from the notoriously corrupt Kuwaiti police. The U.S. claimed to be aiming at "Intelligence Headquarters", but the bombs fell on a suburban neighborhood in Baghdad. At least six people were killed, including a prominent Iraqi artist and her husband. 3. While land mines strewn around the world continue to kill or cripple thousands of people each year, and although fifteen retired generals endorsed an immediate ban on all antipersonnel mines, the Clinton Administration refused to go along with a Canadian proposal for such a ban. 4. In Somalia, in June of 1993, with the country in a civil war, and people desperate for food, Clinton ordered a military operation to capture a popular Somali leader, General Adid. The result was the a thousand Somali casualties, soldiers and civilians, and a number of American Rangers. On June 15, according to the Associated Press, a U.S. helicopter fired a missile into a residential area of Mogadishu, wounding 12 Somalis. Ambassador to Somalia Robert Oakley later said the military operation was "an unfortunate policy decision". 5. The Clinton Administration continued the embargoes on Cuba and Iraq, causing widespread misery in Cuba for lack of food and medicine, and hundreds of thousands of deaths in Iraq according to U.N. statistics. When Secretary of State Madeleine Albright was asked if the goal of putting pressure on Saddam Hussein was worth the lives of large numbers of Iraqi children, she responded: "we think it is worth it." 6. Claiming that he was introducing "welfare reform", President Clinton in the summer of 1996 signed a law to end the federal government's guarantee, created under the New Deal, of financial help to poor families with dependent children. The Los Angeles Times reported: "As ... families battle a new five-year limit on cash benefits...health experts anticipate a resurgence of tuberculosis and sexually transmitted diseases...." 7. The Clinton Administration continued to spend $250 billion a year for the military, putting into jeopardy the lives and health of large numbers of Americans. Clinton was willing to spend two billion dollars each for the "stealth bomber" (the total cost would be 42 billion dollars) while putting perhaps a million people in jeopardy by taking away their federal benefits. 8. With millions of people either homeless or living under desperate conditions and needing low-cost housing, the President in 1996 signed the "Crime Bill", which allocated eight billion dollars to build new prisons. 9. Early in his first term Clinton signed legislation cutting funds for state resource centers that supplied lawyers to indigent prisoners. The result, according to Bob Herbert writing in the New York Times was that a man facing the death penalty in Georgia had to appear at a habeas corpus proceeding without a lawyer. 10. More recently, this summer of 1998, Clinton, wanting to react to the terrorist bombing of American embassies in Africa, bombed Afghanistan and the Sudan. He claimed that the Sudanese target was a plant producing nerve gas, but could not produce convincing evidence for this. Almost immediately, it became clear that the plant, contrary to the American claim, had been producing half the medicines used in Uganda. People there would die as a result of that bombing.

Nate, man -- ease up on the espresso. Please!

Go Ahead Nate, spread the word....we MUST KNOW what this madman of a president is doing.....If this litany of tragedy orchestrated by Clinton isn't stopped what will become of this nation in years to come? Can you just imagine how many terroists he's creating that will come back to haunt us someday? All in the name of creating some sort of place in history as a great president. And all of the while, where is the press? They only report how much we love this man, this murderer, this creator of hatred. If this doesn't convince anyone that the press is government controlled what will it take?

i would like to announce that i will no longer perform cunnilingus on any woman i date during the first month of courtship. whether that month be 28 days, 30 or 31 days, you know what i mean. on the 1 month anniversary, anything goes. before that, forget it. i just broke up with someone who asked me to go down on her on the 2nd date. which was fine by me, i figured what the hell, i love doing this. i love the feeling of her body writhing and coming, and it's not a power trip. if it was a power trip i'd enjoy the build-up no matter what, but as any honest man will tell you the half-hour or longer it sometimes takes can get really fuckin boring, and it can kill your neck. i've tried, when it got boring, to stop and try something else but she always shoves me back down there. she being the royal she, meaning every woman i've been with except the ones who thought oral sex did not exist. so anyway, she asked and i obliged on the 2nd date, then on the 3rd date we're making out and i'm thinking we might stop and watch the dvd she came over to my place to watch. but instead she stops and pushes me away and then points at her loin with both her pointy little index fingers and smiles and says "i know where this is going..." her pants weren't even off yet, and i wasn't even thinking about getting them off, but i am weak and with that "i know where this is going" the chore begins. i don't know how to say no. it was not a chore the first time. but she never went down on me. of course i never asked her to, but what the fuck, who asks? well, i know who asks. and there's nothing wrong with it. in fact you should try it if you haven't already, it's really freakin erotic to say "can i take off your shirt?" and she says "can i undo your belt?" and you agree with either a yes or a kiss, or else you say no and you watch that dvd you came to my place to watch. i'm telling you, it's cool and fun when both people ask. but that's not what she was about. she was just suck me deep for as long as it takes and if you're lucky and i'm not too exhausted after 2 hours of your tongue inside me then maybe i'll give you a hand job. i didn't even care any more, but even that (the hand job) had to wait until the next day, and she woke me up to do it like it was a barter deal where i would of course go down on her again. which of course i did, because i am a weak and worthless asshole. i don't know if it's my fault, if she is emotionally retarded or if i am, but it doesn't matter, because i'm announcing the ban on cunnilingus during the first month, which is longer than most things last anyway. i'd love and adore doing it in the first hour, you have to love it and i do, but if you don't love it then it's a stupid way to live

I hear you,but there is some guy out there that just set a record for tieing cherry stems with his tongue,thousands of them,another one of those things that make you want to go hmmmmmm.

in my experience, the tongue is really secondary to these things. i feel for the gentlemen above.

two hours of head is ridiculous. i say give 15 mintues. if she hasn't come, give her an hour of the cock and then go back to the tongue on clit. damn. my abs, lower back, shoulders, and inner thighs are sore as hell.

from two hours of cunninglus?

she doesn't sound very typical, this woman he's dating. regardless, banning cunnilingus for the first month of dating someone smacks of utter self absorption to me. don't expect any oral favors in return, either, bucko.

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Jack is bored. You should have come to my graduation party, Jack. An exercise in the surreal, it was.

jack,love your gay vidio http://www.funpic.hu/swf/numanuma.html .....you dont mind if I post it a few thousand times more do you?

v, i don't think you got lost trying to find antigone. i think you went clubbing. a picture of v at the club.

...its not v with the beer bottles stuck to my scrotem,thats jack.

agatha, why was it surreal?

i was looking for one of nate's old stories. i never found it but i bumped plenty of other old stuff. what it was: he had recently moved into an apartment from his house, i believe. he had some sort of passing encounter while taking a shit with two women who were on the stairs outside of his bathroom behind him, i think. so if anyone runs into that, please post on the thread! now. about the surrealist aspects of the party...

It was a worlds colliding type scenario. I had friends from multiple areas of my life, none of whom knew each other, and one fellow library school graduate who didn't know a single soul at the party other than me. Also, my friend griselda and her niece dora, who helped me make tamales. Also, 8-10 adolescent kids and 3 or 4 younger kids. Also, a hookah. Also, dave's brother's band, who were awesome but I think felt a little funny playing to about thirty people, more than half of whom were sitting down and eating. Also, a pinata. Also, I made the mistake of buying confetti, which as you might imagine ended up being a horrendous idea. I think people had fun, but I was so stressed out that I couldn't really tell. I have to throw a large party once every ten years or so to remind myself that they are kind of a nightmare. dave was a total saint to help me as much as he did.

The world is full of people I would never give a chance. I am sitting on the crapper reading a book. I’m pretty much done with the movement, but the book is good so I’m trying to reach the end of the chapter before the red ring develops. That and this particular shit smells good to me. Like bread baking. Behind me is a small window and behind it is a set of wooden stairs leading to a row of apartments. These are the stairs that creak and wake me in the morning. Two normal sized people and one rather large person go to work at roughly 6 am. I’ve never seen these people, but you get a good indication of their relative sizes by the degree to which the stairs protest as they descend. As I am sitting, post-shit, reading rapidly towards the end of the chapter, I hear the complaint of the stairs and two female voices. They pause on the stairs and grow silent. I stop reading and start trying to remember if the cheap, off white blinds were turned vanes up or vanes down. From their raised vantage are they peering down into my bathroom? I don’t want to look, just in case the blinds are vanes down and by turning I meet the stares of these women. I was just wearing shorts when I entered the bathroom. The shorts are now about my ankles and for all intents and purposes I am naked on the throne. I like shitting shirtless, especially on hot days like today. I like the feel of still air on my back, stretched taut as I lean forward, elbows on knees, book in hands. The bathroom is a little stuffy and smells like bread baking. Well, to me anyway. I hope they can smell my shit. Their voices start again. The stairs groan. The women make odd cackling laugh noises, allowing me to place their ethnicity and socio-economic status with some degree of accuracy. Maybe not great accuracy, considering I tend to make my judgments from behind closed blinds and rarely verify. As their voices fade into the distance I throw the bookmark in and shut the book. The disruption blew the momentum that made me want to reach the end of the chapter. I start pulling squares from the wall. It’s dark, I’ve been drinking a lot of wine. I like the way my penis looks today. I reach down and grab my shorts and pull them up as I’m standing up. I hit my head dead center on the corner of the sink.

precisely. thanks. salt of the earth, you two. i think that confetti is generally only a good idea for filmed or photographed events.

i wish i were in on the confetti idea at the front end. what a mess. confetti everywhere. i got a call from a friend who said they were vacuuming confetti at their house. yeah, i vacuumed confetti for 3 hours. boo, confetti. congrats, agatha. you're totally finished now. it's beautiful that it ended in a mess of confetti, tamales, spanish wine, punk rock, hookahs, and friends who love you.

i wonder how long i'll take for this thread to show up on google for searches on the word "confetti". personally, i hope i never have to speak that word again.