The Educated Whore

Serendipity

So I am pretty sure one of the first things you are thinking as you read this post is “Wow! There actually is something new to read.” There is a lot of reasons for this but the main one being that I have recently lost interest in blogging. I am writing this post as a favor to one of my readers (probably the only one too.)

To quickly speed you up with what has been happening in my life. I have recently been stationed to Fort Bragg, North Carolina. For the most part I like this place, it is just that the weather sucks balls! The culture here is amazing and the people are the kindest people I’ve ever met. Everywhere I go the people here give me the feeling that I am home and its a wonderful feeling. The scenery is amazing here; lush greens, tall trees, and all other woodsy stuff.

As I write this post it is approaching 1AM in the morning and I am typing on a keyboard with broken keys because I am too lazy to send in my computer for repair. I selpt for about 16 hours the night before and also high off of caffeine. So as you can guess, there is no sleeping for me.

I will do another post entirely about Fort Bragg. I would actually like to talk about something that recently happened to a friend of mine. By the time I am finished the post name will make perfect since.

For a while I thought my life was perfect but there are those little things, call them surprises if you will, the remind you that you are far from perfect. A well known artist was playing in Raleigh, North Carolina and I was destined to go. I had been waiting to see the Celtic Woman concert for over two years. I asked a special friend of mine to go with me. I didn’t think she would be interested in Celtic music but sure enough she willing to go with me; after all, who goes to concerts alone?

We were really excited about the concert we even picked out the outfits we would wear to the concert. The outfit I wanted to wear had to be dry cleaned. I wouldn’t be able to pick it up on the required day so I asked my friend to pick up the dry cleaning for me.

So while she was getting my dry cleaning I was on a .50 caliber range. I got off the range really late. I didn’t make it back until 1AM that following morning. I was able to go to work late that morning and it was a half day so I only had to work 2 hours the whole day. After work I stormed to her room to get my dry cleaning. I bang on her door but no answer. Then some strange walks up to me asking me who I am looking for. I tell him. In an arrogant manner he informs me that she had been in a serious motor accident.

All hopes of going to that concert were gone. Her car was totaled. Her arm was broken in three piece and she had a deep gash in her scalp. I get to the hospital and praise the lord that she is okay. The next day I found out that she actually got in the accident while getting my dry cleaning. When I heard that–it was like a bullet straight through the heart. I couldn’t explain the pain felt in that moment but it grand. As much as I was telling myself it wasn’t my fault–it felt like it was.

As a get-well-soon I got her a few books and she has already told me she started reading one of them and that she enjoys them. I’m glad she does and most of all I am glad I can see her again.

That following Monday I was forming up for PT. As the company Gideon I am one step below and one step to the left of the 1SG (First Sergeant E-8.) After every weekend, like clockwork, he asks how my weekend was. I told him the truth, in my mind there was no reason faking happiness. It was probably a good step too.

I explained to him how a friend on mine nearly died in a motor vehicle accident because she was hit by a drunk asshole (yeah, I hadn’t mentioned that yet.) Then he asked if my friend was okay. I told him barely, but yes. Then, I kid you not, he said to me “Then it sounds to me you had a good weekend.”

I’m sure he probably sense it but I was a little appalled when I heard him say that. But a while after he gave me a little speech. He told me I had a good weekend because my friend survived the accident she was in and that is a good thing (can’t disagree with that.) He also explained to me that people often look at the glass half empty when you should be looking at things half full.

Either way you look at the glass the SAME liquid (life situations) is in that glass but there is a better way to look at things. If you look at things half full you will find yourself being a lot happier. It wasn’t until that moment that I figured that out. At that moment I saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

MAKING IT WITH A RETARDED

I should have known something was wrong when Dieter knocked on the front door of our double-wide late last night. At that hour, he usually entered through my bedroom window. I invited him inside for some malt liquor and horse tranquilizers, but he refused.

“You can’t come to my brother’s Bar Mitzvah anymore,” he said.

“But I already pickled a pig fetus!” I protested. “And I thought it was his birthday party.”

“Birthday, Bar Mitzvah, you’re no longer invited,” he stated with tears welling at the corners of his eyes. “Do you know how much trouble you’ve gotten me into? I could get my ass kicked just for being here.”

“What did I do?” I pleaded. Here was one of my only two friends, and he was ditching me for no good reason.

“I’m talking about that stupid video your Youth Minister posted on the internet,” he said quickly. “One of the elders saw it and all hell broke loose at Temple.”

I was confused. I didn’t know Dieter was a Mason.

“No, you idiot,” he said. “Not the Masonic Temple. I’m talking about Temple Beth Shikza.”

“You mean the Jew hall?” I asked.

And that’s when he hit me.

“You stupid, stupid idiot!” he hissed. “I’M Jewish.”

I was stunned.

“You’re German,” I stammered. “And uncircumcised. How can you be Jew?”

And that’s when he hit me again only much harder, knocking me to the floor. I prepared for the expected beat down, but he simply unzipped and masturbated straight away without our customary foreplay.

“I’m not gay!” he panted desperately. “The only reason I do this is because of those damn horse tranquilizers and, and…OY GEVALT! MEIN FUHRER! ICH KOMME!”

I tried to get on my knees just the way he liked it, but he kicked me in the gut instead.

“Watch your back, Dick,” he warned, zipping up his pants. “The Kahane Chai Kids Clubs is looking for you. Trust me, you don’t want to mess with those fifth graders.”

And with that, he turned and walked away. I sat there on the front steps and began to cry. I wiped away the tears and semen from my face, lamenting yet another friendship lost.

The following morning, I spoke to Dong. At least he was still my friend. Dong laughed when I asked about Dieter.

“Dieter did a good job of hiding it,” Dong said. “I always knew he was a sleeper.”

“I thought he was Jew,” I responded.

“He’s a sleeper Jew,” Dong explained. “His job is to embed himself into mainstream society and await further instruction. When the Elders of Zion give the word, he will emerge to take his place in the New World Order. It’s all part of ZOG.”

“ZOG?” I asked, totally perplexed.

“The Zionist Occupation Government,” Dong continued. “With the help of their black lacky enforcers, one day all the Jew bankers will rise up and establish a one world government.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” I said. “So is that why the negroes attacked me?”

“No, they attacked you because it’s fun,” he said, kicking me in the nuts and dumping the rest of his milk onto my head.

After the swelling subsided, I went to see my Youth Minister. It was naked communion time with the Special Ed middle-schoolers, but he still found time to counsel me. As always, he directed me to find faith and comfort in the word of God. Specifically, he referred to the story of Lot and his daughters. He suggested the retardeds and I reenact the story while he videotaped our performance. I made a mental note to ask him not to post this video on the internet. I was proud of the reenactment of Sodom and Gommorah we had filmed with the Fontucky Mens Chorus a few weeks earlier, but I couldn’t afford to lose any more friends.

It seems an elderly Lot was living out in the desert with his three spinster daughters. The daughters were lonely and in heat. So they took turns getting their alcoholic father blind drunk on wine, and then having sex with him. Lot was none the wiser (or so he claimed), and totally clueless nine months later when his daughters gave birth.

For reasons I still don’t understand, God was displeased. So just as Cain’s descendants bore the mark of God through their black skin tone, so too did God punish the descendants of Lot’s daughters. Today, we call them Sand Negroes.

In the end, I realized once again that God works in mysterious ways. I may have lost a friend, but it didn’t matter because Deiter was a sleeper Jew and a race traitor to boot. I also learned you don’t need horse tranquilizers to make it with a retarded.

Stand Up

My field exercie is over and I am really bored. I am wired on caffeine and the field exercise has succumbed me to an inconsistent sleeping pattern which causes me to be awake at crazy hours in the morning. I had nothing better to do so I wrote a poem. This piece is called Stand Up and it is about finding your own identity despite shortcomings.

A warrior walking down the front,
trying to find some form of identity.
Pushing forward and digging deep,
for the answers to come.

Falling and getting hurt will be an obstacle.
A warrior will always stand up one more time.

A warrior continues on path
to find what
what he is fighting for.

Wandering

Wandering was a piece of poetry that I wrote in Fall of 2007. I found it while cleaning out my hard drive and I came across a folder where I cached everything I had ever written – finished or not. I really like this piece, and I would say that it is one of the better pieces that I’ve written. I hope you enjoy!

The days have come
for me to wander a new path.
A path of fun and excitement,
also pain and fear.

The path is never-ending.
In this path I tell my story.
I promise I will never regret direction.
I promise to always continue forward.

Destiny is what I make it.
I want to wander my path
to find the many secrets.

I want to never stop on my path.
Always going.
Never wasting any time.
The slightest second is precious.

As long as I am moving,
no second is wasted.

Where I’ve Been; Where I’m going?

I know my writing has become infrequent recently. I am writing this post to explain why it has been this way.

I am in my final month of training here at Fort Huachuca, Arizona and the final month in the busiest. For the last week I have been doing a lot of work getting ready for a 10-day field exercise. This field exercise is basically the ’semester final.’ It will take everything I ever learned here and be put into one large exercise. If I fail this part of the course I will be forced to do it over again. So as you can see, there is pressure to do well.

After finishing this exercise it will be around April 9th. I will have to turn in equipment I have been issues and make sure it is properly cleaned to turn in. I will also have to do paperwork so I have the ability to leave on my graduation date of April 16th. So there is more pressure there to make sure everything is done properly. I will be going to Fort Bragg, North Carolina as my permanent duty station. Once I get settled in there I will have plenty of time to write.

For now have fun reading the previous posts. If I have 15 or so minutes to get online I may post some work that I never published online before.

Until a few weeks!

Site Update

Hey guys! I know I haven’t been blogging for a while. I just want you all to know that I am still alive and I am alive and well. I haven’t been writing as much as I would like to because March has been a very busy month of training for me.

Anyway, I want you all to be aware of other work I do on the Internet too. So if you still want to read my style writing and it’s not fresh here you can go to the other websites.

Computer Aid
http://www.computer-aid.com.au/

Contrail Designs
http://contraildesigns.com/

In other notes I have taken some time to optimize the site on the back end. The site should feel a little faster. I also added the ability to use the website over a secure protocol. So if you are having issues visiting the site try using the secure protocol. Using the following URL will create a secure connection and should eliminate any issues you are having with the site.

https://www.educatedwhore.com

Only the Best Girls Give It Up For Daddy

Daddy did something for me.
He helped me lose my virginity.

He came into my room.
He barged through the door.
He picked me up and
threw me to the floor.

He pulled down my undies,
and ripped open my shirt,
He pushed his thing in so hard
it felt good but hurt.

But best of all
that wasn’t the end,
He started to hit me
because of my sins.

He beat me so bad
I started to cry,
and since it was my fault
I wanted to die.

When he was done,
he walked out the door.
He left me unsated and horny
upon the cold floor.

This girl died two years later when her head exploded as a result of a cornhole malfunction during the halftime show of the Nebraska/Iowa State football game. She haunts all those who won’t give it up for Daddy. At 2:30 A.M. she will personally kill you. If you repost this as a bulletin, the little slut will finally achieve an orgasm and leave us the fuck alone. Please for your sake, as well as hers, repost this as a bulletin with the title “Only the Best Girls Give It Up For Daddy.”

Obama Declares April “Angry Black History Month”

President Barrack Obama visited the local Kentucky Fried Chicken in Compton yesterday to officially designate April as Angry Black History Month. Appearing alongside the nation’s first negro President was First Lady Michelle Obama, the Reverend Jesse Jackson, actor Laurence Fishburne, baseball star Barry Bonds, and the late comedian Nipsey Russell. This was the President’s first visit to Compton.

“America has a long tradition of angry negroes,” the President said to the thousands of drunk and unemployed negroes who had gathered for the event. “It’s about time the white man was forced to honor the angry black man and his lack of contribution to American society!”

The crowd was enthusiastic in support of the President, in large part because of the free refreshments provided by KFC and the King Cobra Liquor Company. They were particularly pleased with the First Lady, who appeared wearing a tight-fitting tank top and tiger-striped silk thong that left nothing to the imagination. She elicited loud whoops and hollers when she started to grind against the President during his scripted remarks.

“You know, there are many angry negroes in this country,” said the President, acknowledging his wife. “But none are angrier than my belle Michelle. I could see how angry she was from the very first night we met. I could see it in her eyes right when I slipped that ten spot up her vagina while she performed on the bar at the Pussycat Dance Lounge off the 405 just outside LAX. I wish I was a cigar aficionado like Bill Clinton because I’d love to smoke a stogy saturated with Michelle’s funky cunny juice. I can smell her junk from the other side of the White House and it drives me crazy sometimes!”

The crowd remained festive throughout the event despite some of the less than charitable behavior exhibited by the honored guests. Mr. Fishburne was sullen while Mr. Bonds refused to sign autographs. The obviously inebriated Reverend Jackson continuously reminded the crowd he was wearing the same blood-stained shirt he wore when the Dr. Martin Luther King was shot. Nipsey Russell was the lone exception to the rude behavior, amusing the crowd with a tape recording of his favorite jokes and one-liners.

The day was capped with a fund raiser to help retire the national debt. The First Lady performed lap dances at twenty dollars a pop, although for fifty dollars extra you could get a private performance in the back of the President’s official limousine.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to stick it to whitey!” she screamed to the boisterous crowd after one private dance, a bottle of malt liquor in one hand and sperm dribbling from the corners of her mouth. “And now for only fifty bucks you can stick it to me!”

The President and First Lady will appear throughout the East Los Angeles area promoting Angry Black History Month. Check with your local Popeye’s and liquor store for a more exact itinerary and locations near you.

Obama Appoints Late John Kennedy Jr. To Head Commerce Department

President Barrack Obama appointed the late John F. Kennedy Jr. to head the Department of Commerce. The son of President John F. Kennedy died along with his wife and sister-in-law when the plane he was flying crashed in the waters off Martha’s Vineyard in 1999. The remains of Mr. Kennedy appeared at a press conference in New York for the announcement.

“John Kennedy Jr. comes from a long line of public servants,” President Obama announced to the adoring media in attendance. “He also has an impeccable resume, both in the public and private sector. I expect him to be an important voice in my administration as we moved forward to bring change in the midst of the current economic crisis.”

While Democrats and members of the press were largely enthusiastic about the appointment, Republicans and some contenders for the position were disappointed and skeptical.

“It says a lot about the corrupt state of Democratic Party politics that they had to dig up little John-John to find someone who didn’t cheat on his taxes or get paid millions of dollars to peddle influence,” said Senator John McCain.

The widow of the late Paul Wellstone, former Democratic Senator from Minnesota, was equally disappointed. “I’m flabbergasted that Barrack would appoint a political novice to this position,” she said in a prepared statement. “My late husband was far more qualified and had a stealth neo-Marxist agenda identical the President’s core beliefs. I am deeply disappointed that once again a Kennedy tries to cash in on his name.”

Mr. Kennedy looked surprisingly fit and trim at the press conference, having lost approximately 75 pounds due to decomposition during the past nine years. His wife remained buried and unavailable for comment.

Scar Of A Lifetime

I’d say about a week ago we had what is called a ‘health and welfare’ check. These happen at random (with prescribed knowledge of course) and it is done to check how you are living in your room. You will have them in basic, AIT, and at your permanent duty station (if you live in the barracks). A locker inspection can very well be concealed as a health and welfare check too. So do the right thing at all time and you will be fine when it comes to these inspections.

This inspection was done battalion (about 1200 soldiers) wide and was brought up because there had been a big drug problem in the battalion. Our company had a minor drug issue but some companies had about 10% or more of the personnel with drugs or ‘pissing hot.’

All that aside, let me describe how they check your room. A Sergeant will go through every single nook and cranny of your room. They will be able to find places in your room that you never knew existed. They will go throw every single one of your DVD cases, open every pill contain and check to see if they are all the same, go through every single pocket possible. They will go through food packages making sure nothing is hidden in there too. They will take your laundry bag and sift through all of your soggy underwear and socks also.

They goal is to find stuff you shouldn’t be having. Depending on your unit it is this but not limited to: porn magazines/videos, prescription drugs that don’t have your name, alcohol (you can drink but not have it in barracks), illegal drugs, drug paraphernalia, certain supplements that aren’t allowed (hoodia and ma huang are the most common.)

If they find something you should be having you will get at least an article 15. Depending on what you have it could be as serve as being chaptered out of the Army.

During our health and welfare check they found a lot of porn with the guys. Which I don’t know why that wasn’t expected. They also found one guy who made an ‘Absolut’ mistake.

Here is where it gets funny. While one of the sergeants was checking the females room he went through her nightstand drawer to find a cylindrical item that was covered by sock. He picked up the object to ask the soldier what it was. She told the sergeant that maybe he shouldn’t touch that. Reason being it was her sex toy. From what I heard about 80% of the females had at least one sex toy while one particular female had a cache of sex toys. She told me that after the sergeant figured out what the item was he turned incredibly red. That’s pretty hard to do to a black man by the way.

The females are predicting a change in the SOP (standard operating procedure) that will prohibit sex toys. Currently there is no rule that allow or disallows sex toys in the barracks but after all the embarrassment the sergeant went through I see them being prohibited.

A lot of people got in trouble after this check. Pretty damn sad they want to take a  guy’s rank all because has a porn magazine. That’s life in the military for you though. The smarter ones keep our porn on the computer. They aren’t allowed to check electronics that are off or in a locked mode.