Michael Phelps, the United States Olympic swimming champion who swam circles around the competition and invigorated the country with pride has been fired by his sponsor Kellog’s over the recent release of a picture of Phelps taking a hit from a bong. What Kellog’s didn’t have in mind was that stoners across the country would unite and boycott the company’s products because of its position on the bong picture. Pot smokers from across the United States have organized a boycott against the corporation to show their support.

The boycott began on Thursday, February 5th, shortly after the announcement from Kellog’s that they were canceling their sponsorship of the Olympic gold medalist. A Kellog’s spokesperson on condition of anonymity stated that the company is “..not interested in supporting athletes who use illegal substances and that the boycott would likely have no effect on their sales for the first quarter”. Kellog’s stock plunged late Thursday after news agencies started reporting of the stoner boycott. Michael Phelps has so far not responded to inquiries about his views on the boycott.

McCain’s change is just the same old Bushit. The republican’s are protecting Palin from interviews because they’re afraid she’s going to talk too much and tell people how she really feels. That’s why she stuck to her script in her recent interview. Unfortunately for them, it was quite obvious that her responses where scripted and she ended up looking like a complete idiot. Remember the we can’t second guess Israel response that she repeated three times. The interviewer had to just move on because she already embarrassed herself enough on that one. Even with a scripted and hand picked interview it was completely obvious to most people watching that she is a far right wing moron who sounded more like Bush than even McCain himself. McCain’s change is just the same old Bushit.

Its funny how the republican smears and lies are now starting to blow up in their faces. At first it was working because people like it when things are raw. People like the sucker punches. It makes for great news and great pieces of conversation at the coffee shops. It seems though that people are starting to see through the republican smoke and mirrors for who they really are. They’re being widely criticized for their recent blatant lies. People are seeing their lies and their constant attempts at character assassination as just the same as you’d expect from president Bush. Lies from McCain and bumbling idiocy from Palin. Sounds like the same old Bushit to me. The only change we’ll get from McCain is a few pennies in our pockets from his trickle down approach to economics. Give to the rich and it’ll trickle down somehow to the rest of us.

Now, lets throw a pervert spin on the whole mix. I have to admit that I do like the site oldfartsyoungtarts.com . There’s something about old guys fucking hot young teens. Pretty much because at some point if I live to see myself get that old I hope to have my own grandpa does the baby sitter site. It reminds me of McCain and Palin though. I’d really enjoy seeing McCain’s peg leg and ugly scar face pop a viagra and tear Palin’s loose, five baby stretched, pussy up. No doubt she’s got a pretty face but 5 kids? That’s a lot of damage to do to one body. Maybe we can do a Biden/McCain/Palin threesome scene while we’re at it. I’m sure she could take 2 dicks in her loose snatch no problem.

Which makes me wonder what Big Dick Barak would do to that ass. I’d throw a little Blacks on Blonds joke in there but she’s no blond bombshell now is she. Maybe when her daughter turns 18 she’ll do a pregnant teenager porn with me. That’ll be a great talking point. Seriously though, I think I’d rather see Obama tear up a tight little asian pussy more than I’d like to see two old guys fucking a mom of 5 with cellulite thighs.

I have this believe in balance. The universe as it relates to my life seems to always be in balance. When shit isn’t going my way its because things aren’t in balance. Its a fuzzy concept that makes me feel comfortable believing in. Its something beyond myself. Something within my grasps yet still somehow out of my control. Its like my substitute for religion and god. Its about balance for me.

I feel as if at certain points in time throughout my life everything is balanced and the planets are aligned in my favor. Its as if I can do no wrong and everything I touches turns to gold. Things just seem to work out in my favor in the end no matter what the predicament. Yet I also think all the goodness in my life accumulates into brief explosions of greatness. Its the ultimate balancing out the universe in my favor at those moments. These periods of ejaculatory greatness are usually followed by an unbalanced period of reconciliation whereby I seek to reestablish order and balance in my life.

I feel like now is such a time with the summer months leading to now just accumulating brownie points in my favor along the way. Somewhere in the last month or two I reached some highpoint where everything was going my way. One thing leads to another and a month or so later I am sitting here stressed out at the coffee shop seeking some solace in blogging. I don’t care to attempt to reevaluate the moments leading up to this point or how things are how they are today. I accept that they are the way they are because of innumerable little details that when viewed upon individually get muddled in the details of the moment. Rather I chose to view the entire debacle of the phases of my life as a delicate balancing act that somehow I must regain control over.

Things don’t seem to be going my way lately. I take care of the problems at hand but it does little to put things back in place. I feel as if the part of me that keeps things orderly is at a subconscious level and requires some deep reflection to bring about some peace of mind. All the balance and greatness naturally flows from that point of understanding and of myself. A content acknowledgment and acceptance of everything good and bad about me.

Somewhere out of that peace of mind I know that I’ll construct a path that will lead me to that wonderful state of balance with the universe. It’ll align with my goals and my desires and once again everything will flow in my direction and everything I touch will turn to gold. Until then, I’m left with the daunting task of forging my path to greatness.

Life doesn’t hand you answers. You improvise as you go. There is no know all oracle who can bestow the knowledge to the correct path for you to follow. Its a road you must find and explore for yourself.

Here’s another story I’ve been holding off on publishing for some time. I have a lot of these half finished stories laying around and I’m in the mood for just letting it all out now. I wrote this one about a year ago now.

I could hear people talking as they walked down the sidewalk near my condo. Cars were zipping by and the occasional large truck caused a clamor as it made its way down the city street. I propped my front door open and slide the slide glass door to the side. This allowed a pleasant breeze to flow through the condo. I just hopped out of the shower and was still dripping water all over the floor as I did this. I never mind if I’m exposing myself to the world when I open my place up like this. I figure they shouldn’t be peering into my apartment anyway so if they see something they would rather not then the solution is simple. Stop peering into my business. And of course it turns me on when I see someone watering plants on their lanai and they glance my way. I’m standing there soaking wet and butt ass naked smiling at the world. Yes, its the beginning of yet another perfect day in paradise.

I made myself a cup of Kona coffee, dried off, and slid into some shorts. Just as I was about to sit down and check my email I got a call from one of my buddy’s girlfriends. He had no idea I was fucking his girlfriend and she always got a big kick out our secret lunchtime sex. It was always awkward when we would all get together because she would play it off like she barely even knew me when sometimes we had just fucked for an hour during our lunch breaks. She worked in town and would just phone me up when she had that urge. I suppose you could call me just a booty call for her. I answered the phone and was expecting the usual flirty girl but instead my buddy Fred was on the phone. ‘Mabus?’ he asked when I said hello. Oh shit. ‘I was just wondering why Lani had been calling you almost every day for the past 2 months. I just took a look at the cell phone bills.’ I’m fucked I thought to myself so I just told him straight up how it is.

‘Lani and I have been meeting up for lunch every now and then for nooners for a few months.’ I laughed. The phone was silent for a few seconds and he said ‘Ok, I was just wondering.’ and then he broke off into a normal chat asking me how things were and what my plans were for the weekend. ‘What the fuck?’ I was thinking to myself. I just told this guy straight up I was fucking his girlfriend every day and he’s completely down with it. My friends are awesome.

Then I proceeded to tell him about this one time that Lani came over for lunch. She phoned me around 11:30 to see if I was down with meeting up for lunch. It was more of a rhetorical question and was her telling me she was stopping by for a quick fuck than an actual question. Obviously I was going to make time in my day. I had this excited feeling and had butterflies in my stomach. We had met a few times before but somehow I was extra excited about this meeting. She phoned me at 12:00 exactly to tell me she was downstairs and to let her up. I went down and brought her back to my place.

The moment I shut the door she was all over me ripping my clothes off. She pushed me onto the bed, pulled my pants off, and started sucking on my dick. I felt the urge to suck on her clit so I propped her up on my chest and tickled her pink with my tongue. She moaned and started fucking my face. Her pelvic bone slammed into my face over and over again as she pulsated. Lunch time came and went and we were still fucking our brains out. She wasn’t going to make it to work today and my mind was into busting a nut inside this girl. We fucked for a few hours until we were both completely exhausted. She pulled her clothes back on and slipped out the door as I lit a bowl and dreamed of what tomorrow would bring my way.

Here’s a half written story I wrote a couple months ago. I figured I need to just get it out instead of waiting to perfect it. Its crude at best but here it is anyway.

It was twice the time before I met myself when I met you. It was years ago and I barely remember a moment. Time slips past while your head is in the stars.

Sweat accumulated on the top of my eyebrow. My focus undeterred from the water droplets gradually building above my eyes. A drop rolled down my nose and slowly dripped off the tip. It graced my upper lip as it fell. The lights made the drop appear to be glowing as it descended to the floor. The hair on my head was beginning to show signs of my excessive perspiration as it now stuck to my wet forehead. My right hand was clinched to a glass of alcohol and the left to a stack of bills. My eyes stared forward incessantly as if I was half crazed maniac ready to snap.

I licked a drop of sweat from my lips and tasted the saltiness. It reminded me that I was thirsty so I took a sip from the glass of brown alcohol. Another drop of sweet dripped off my nose as I drank. I could hear the blood pounding in my head. It wasn’t altogether clear to me if my heart rate was up or if the pounding was from the music. Either way I was enjoying this sweaty agony.

All eyes were center stage as the music ended and a DJ called out for Synthia to come to the stage. My mind was oblivious to anything other than the naked girl in front of me bending over to pick up the few loose bills still on stage. She had already put her stripper clothes back on and was walking offstage when our eyes met.

It was Synthia. Her eyes met mine from across the stage. Blood rushed through my body and I took another quick sip from my glass of booze. She winked and I grinned back. My mind swirled with love for the girl of my dreams across the stage. Though I had no idea her name wasn’t Synthia nor that she wanted nothing to do with the balding middle aged man that I’d become. Synthia in fact, didn’t even know that I was even sitting in the front row watching her. She’d danced for me many times before and I’d passed a fair amount of cash her way so she entertained my fantasies when it suited her. I enjoyed her company but for her I was just another sucker.

I kept sucking down drinks that night and sooner or later ended up in the champagne room with her. The night was a blurry mess and if I remember correctly she came home with me and we fucked all night long. In the morning, I opened my eyes and moaned. My head was looking up and I was staring at the ceiling. The walls were spinning around me. What the hell just happened I was thinking to myself. My chest ached. I think this girl stole my heart that night.

I was there again, the next day at the club. Synthia was a no show. I kept going every day to the club waiting for my precious to return but she never came back. I still go to the club hoping I’ll see her again. I know full well that she’s moved on but that can’t keep me from dreaming that we’ll meet again.