<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:47:21.605-08:00</updated><category term='Atheism'/><title type='text'>Stealth Zeus' Hidden Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Anonymous Blog</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-5602058837183336331</id><published>2008-05-09T13:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:12:19.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why Atheism is important to me: It is the beginning: The beginning of rationalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most things I see in day-to-day life, I see a lot of confusion and lack of common sense. Our Economy, the Occupation, the Radicalization of the government and its policy ... all make me numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am living in the land of "The Emperor's New Cloth", where the public pays more attention to clowns and jesters than to the naked Emperor. And no one is speaking out towards the otherwise obvious fact that there is no "Cloth" for fear of one's own safety and image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick and tired of the apathy and ignorance in this country. We maximize the demand, minimize the supply, and borrow the rest from people hate us the most, when it comes to oil. We allow the Feds to borrow in our names more money than we ever could saved in 100 years. We spent thousands of times more money on the so called "war on terror", even though common flu kills 20 times more Americans in 2001 than terrorism ever did in last 200 years combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard Obama's "The Speech" I was really excited. Here comes a guy who actually make sense. This is not another politician who only pays lip service in front of a TV. His words actually sound sane. But then the media had focused on the non-issues. They turn some thing that should have lasted a few minutes into something that lasted 2 months. 8 full news cycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask people, why? They don't seem to care. It's always someone else's problem... and ultimately, in the back of their minds, people believe that it is god's problem. It's a shadow lurking in the lens that the majority of Americans see this world through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sooner people turn atheists, the sooner they will realize that there is no great invisible hand that will come down and solve all these problems. It's up to us to clean up the shit ourselves. That, is the the beginning of rationalization. Something we desperately need right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-5602058837183336331?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/5602058837183336331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=5602058837183336331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/5602058837183336331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/5602058837183336331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-why-atheism-is-important-to-me_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-4643092604527355799</id><published>2007-01-17T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T13:19:48.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why am I so beat up about this break up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some degree I was the one who initialized it. In that hotel room I was thinking to myself: This is good, right? I didn't need to be in here. I could be out there, making love to her. I wasn't even hurt that bad. I could have chosen to be with her right now. But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, things got escalated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how sometimes the very thing that you don't want in your life keeps showing up. It's almost as if it won't happened if you hadn't thought of it. Well, I thought of it, and I kept thinking about it, and now it is reality. So why am I complaining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I could have had it all. Let's say everything worked out. Let's say she moved here, and we get engaged. Then what? If you look past her body, she has little to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't cook.&lt;br /&gt;She is grumpy all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like sex in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want to kiss in the public.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't do much house work.&lt;br /&gt;She has so many pet-peeves.&lt;br /&gt;She is always tired.&lt;br /&gt;She is extremely easy to get offended.&lt;br /&gt;She is the most self-centered person I know.&lt;br /&gt;She got chronic depression.&lt;br /&gt;She is so judgmental about everything.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have many female friends but TONS of guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;She lives dirty. Her car looks like a junk yard&lt;br /&gt;She gives silent-treatment in conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;She has the communication skills of a teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;She is not ready for commitment.&lt;br /&gt;She is not ready for a family, or kids.&lt;br /&gt;She is a fucking Republican.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like my favorite music.&lt;br /&gt;She is allergic to fish, and I FUCKING LOVE SUSHI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell am I so beat up about this break up? I think it's mostly the sex. I mean, she's a model after all. She's got this rocking body, it drives me nuts. It's almost funny how much a guy can put up with a woman for a great fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I think really happened. I was scared. Next year I'll be 30 and I think I haven't accomplished a lot in life. This attractive woman came alone and I thought I couldn't do any better. So I panicked. But instead of doing something meaningful with my life, like getting a graduate degree, I am pushing it hard with a woman who I don't belong with. Chances  are that one day she will caught me at an anti-war rally, or dancing to my favorite trance music with sushi in my mouth. Or one day she would make a cup of black tea when I really prefer green, except I never told her that. Do I really want that to happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am OK with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-4643092604527355799?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/4643092604527355799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=4643092604527355799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/4643092604527355799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/4643092604527355799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2007/01/why-am-i-so-beat-up-about-this-break-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-7377465387171980317</id><published>2007-01-16T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:28:08.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Funnest joke I've found, but extremely offensive to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we call women's monthly thing "Period"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because "Mad Cow Disease" is already taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-7377465387171980317?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/7377465387171980317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=7377465387171980317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/7377465387171980317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/7377465387171980317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2007/01/funnest-joke-ive-found-but-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-2816829889451730363</id><published>2007-01-15T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T10:05:18.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just found how incredibly BORING I am. What the fuck? So that's the reason for all my unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I turn around and see everyone in my life, and realize what's going on. No wonder the divorce rate is so fucking high! All of us want some one that can stay attractive to us for 50 years and yet none of us have interesting things to say for that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how quickly things can turn into boredom. Let's see the usual subjects: music, movies, food, etc. Do you really own any of them? I mean, just because you brought that CD for 12 bucks, does it mean that you created them? Are they from you? Even if you know how to sing the songs and recite the lyrics, what does it make you? BORING. Because it LACKS OF ORIGINALITY. So what if you watched that movie, or brought the DVD? Does it make you any more sophisticated than anyone else who watched it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe food CAN be creative. But some people are just not so into food. To most of us, and for most of the time, it's just run-of-the-mill. I mean, even under the unlikely circumstances that you are a world class chef,  do you really have the time and energy to cook different meals every time? We are living in a world where minimum wage is soon to be $7.25 an hour and a big mac only cost $2.95 for God's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-2816829889451730363?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2816829889451730363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=2816829889451730363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/2816829889451730363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/2816829889451730363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-found-how-incredibly-boring-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-6142254819839547227</id><published>2006-12-14T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T22:35:46.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When browsing through online dating ads, I noticed these two words quite often: no games. The funny thing is that even though the words are everywhere, no one ever tells WHAT THE FUCK IS THE GAME. It's like this totally hidden secret and yet somehow everyone knows it well enough. It's like that South Park episode where some kids came served Stan "You've got served", and when Stan dance back, all of the sudden every one knows "it's ON".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the 411 on this problem of not having a clear knowledge of the game: People got burned all the time because they don't know what is the game. Unless you are one of those lucky fews who married your high school sweetheart, chances are, you are one of those people. You started out with some innocence in your heart, and have to gain your wisdom the hard way by experiencing "the game".  Wouldn't it be nice to know what exactly is "the game" before you venture out into the wilderness of human nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I am doing this. I hope this can give some insights to those innocent hearts out there, those poor poor souls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person A and Person B will be used as the names in our game list. A usually is the player, and B is the innocent fuck who just wanna get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1: Creative Annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;Completely out of the blue, A will start asking B questions like "Are you mad at me?" or "Why are you mad at me?" and not stop until B actually got mad, then say "See? I knew you were mad at me, why did you lie?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 2: Blame Game&lt;br /&gt;A has a chronic depression problem, but every time A is depressed, A blames it on B: "It's all your fault! I never would have done that if you hadn't made me so depressed that I stop taking my medication". If B even attempt to tell A to start taking medication, A will burst in to full blown bitch mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 3: Only On The Other Side OF The Fence&lt;br /&gt;When B is not dating anyone, A shows no interest in B at all. But as soon as the news came that B has a new girl friend, A immediately start hanging out with B and want to date B. When B breaks up with the new girl friend, A will be like "Oh, so sorry to hear that. Let's just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 4: The hidden boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;A already have a boyfriend. B doesn't know. A dates B without letting B know. Once they reach a high level of intimacy, A tells B about the boyfriend. B's heart is torn. But A keeps telling B she just need more time. (Notice this term "Needs More Time" is a euphemism for I am playing the game ) When enough time pass, A is still with the boyfriend. This game will last as long as B can endure the emotional roller-coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 5: Irritable Gold Digger&lt;br /&gt;A dates B and B pays for everything. B showers A with gifts, A accepts without hesitation. A goes shopping with B, and starts using the term "Can you pay for this first? I'll pay you back when I have the money". Notice this sentence is another euphemism for "I am trying to milk you like the cow you are". When time passes, A pretend to have no recollection of any said "repayment". If B even try to say anything remotely similar to "gold digger", A will burst into full blown bitch mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 6: You are the hidden boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;This game is similar to Game 4, except that B is the hidden boyfriend. A starts dating other people, and once A got the other people attached to her, A tells B about this other relationship. B's heart is broken. But A keeps telling B "I am just want to be sure" or "I just need more time". This game will again last as long as B can endure the emotional roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 7: Commitment-fobics&lt;br /&gt;Even though A is sleeping with B, A denies that they are "going-out", and declare they are "Just Friends".  A will continue to date other people, until B can no longer stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other games. These are just a few I've personally experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, all beautiful women are lying assholes. But I still date them. Because now I play the game well too. And because this is the result of more than 10 million years of evolution. It's what God would have done if he is not on meth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-6142254819839547227?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/6142254819839547227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=6142254819839547227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/6142254819839547227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/6142254819839547227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/12/heres-idea.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-2610335037461522537</id><published>2006-12-09T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T17:05:04.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY THE FUCK I KEEP FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE WRONG KINDA GIRL. IS THERE ANY PRETTY GIRL OUT THERE WHO CAN BE HONEST FOR A CHANGE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTIFUL AND SEXY WOMEN ARE THE MOST FUCKING HYPOCRITICAL ASSHOLES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-2610335037461522537?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/2610335037461522537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=2610335037461522537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/2610335037461522537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/2610335037461522537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-fuck-i-keep-falling-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-116278320312688357</id><published>2006-11-05T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:18.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This Administration made a lot of predictions about Iraq...  let see how they turned out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They predicted that we'd be greeted as liberators  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that we wouldn't need a lot of troops ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that the Iraqi Oil would pay for the war ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that it would be a "cake walk" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that the WMD's would be found ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that the looting wasn't problemetic ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that "Mission Accomplished" and "Major military operations  have ended" ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that "the insergency is at its last throes"  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that things would get better after the election  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after the government was created ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after we capture Sadam ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after we got his kids ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;after we got Zarqawi ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and that this whole mass wouldn't turn into a civil war  ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think they should stop making predictions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-116278320312688357?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/116278320312688357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=116278320312688357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116278320312688357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116278320312688357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-administration-made-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-116222768708617959</id><published>2006-10-30T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:18.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Iraq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; at this point is clearly the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Vietnam&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; of our time, both from a military standpoint and a political one. First of all, for those who still supports the war, (a clear minority by the way, around 30% of the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; population) I want to know one thing: Why are we there in the first place? No one seems to be able to give a simple answer, especially this Administration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;First of all, 9/11 is all caused by Bin Laden and Al Qaeda, not &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or Sadam. Where is Bin Laden? Why is he not captured or killed? Most would agree that should have been priority one, but clearly not by this administration. Sadam was a secular dictator, and viewed Islamic Extremism a threat to his rule, hence a natural enemy to Al Qaeda. Yes he was a dictator but so what? What about &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;North Korea&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Cuba&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, only a few hundred miles off of our &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Coast&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;? Or&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Communist China, one of our biggest debtor? Are we dropping bombs in those countries any time soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Those who still believe in this President and his cronies have some serious issue. Let me just give one example of the bold-face lie that the president gave. He told in a recent interview "We've never been Stay the course", while as a matter of fact, mediamatters.org has a collection of at least 10 video clips that shows he and his administration spokespersons saying on Camera that "We will stay the course in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;". Did the rest of the mainstream media just turn a blind eye, or is this a new "Emperor's New Clothes" in the making?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Another reason we should not stay in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was that we are BROKE as a country. We have spent more than half a trillion dollars in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; so far and are still burning money on it. The national debt is more than 8 Trillion Dollars. For those who are mathematically challenged (evidently that's 30% of the population as well) this means about $28,000 per head or about $42,000 per tax payer! How many of you have a credit card that carries a constant balance of $42,000? When your credit card is that maxed out, you should not go out and burn more money, and I think this is common sense and should be a core conservative value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last but not least, for those who supports the war: Define "Win". Please describe to me this paradise on earth we are trying to get to. Are we as a nation so dumb down by the worst of us that we can't see this war is a black hole for money, human resources and hope for our future? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is done is done. But in a business if you have a bleeding department you cut it lose, especially when it's not a core business department. In stock market if one of your investments loses all of its value you dump it. At least that is what anyone wise would do. Are we still wise, as a nation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-116222768708617959?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/116222768708617959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=116222768708617959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116222768708617959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116222768708617959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/10/iraq-at-this-point-is-clearly-vietnam.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-116219567613205570</id><published>2006-10-29T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:17.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I found her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Unfortunately. She just happened to be someone with the same first and last name. What are the odds? I should have known better than keeping my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you lose someone, a part of you will die too. I truly believe that. Sometimes life seems to be a montage of random events, but not always. Sometimes when I meet someone, I get this familiar feeling inside... as if it were a sense of destiny -- a predetermined course of action through the chaotic mystery we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you. Julie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a person I wish to be free. To a certain degree I am. Eat, Drink, Sleep, Work, Play. I am not confined at all. But when I meet a new woman, the shadow of her takes heed of my heart. I find myself sub-conscientiously  trying to identify something in this woman that match her personality. She became a balance in my heart with which I measure everything about this new woman. In a sense I am looking for the perfect Her in her. But in reality, I am confined to her standard, a prisoner of my own past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love you, Julie. I love you so much, even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my love has become the burnt tree on a lone desert, a shadowing monument of agony and pain. I know my love for you shall bare no fruit, yet I lack the strength to move on. I am condemned for eternities, like Prometheus on Mount Caucasus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-116219567613205570?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/116219567613205570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=116219567613205570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116219567613205570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/116219567613205570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-thought-i-found-her-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-115886092737268058</id><published>2006-09-21T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:17.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Media Blackouts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reason(s) to go to Iraq&lt;br /&gt;2. Voting Fraud (Diebolt)&lt;br /&gt;3. 9/11 conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;4. Warrentless wiretap&lt;br /&gt;5. War contractors&lt;br /&gt;6. Iraq causualty&lt;br /&gt;7. Electric cars&lt;br /&gt;8. Alternative energies (new solar)&lt;br /&gt;9. Global warming&lt;br /&gt;10. National Debt 9 trillion&lt;br /&gt;11. Trade and Federal Deficit&lt;br /&gt;12. Gas price, Record Profit for big oil&lt;br /&gt;13. Bin Ladin Where&lt;br /&gt;14. Enron Author Andrewson&lt;br /&gt;15. Estate Tax elimate&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-115886092737268058?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/115886092737268058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=115886092737268058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115886092737268058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115886092737268058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/09/media-blackouts-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-115545948370706769</id><published>2006-08-13T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:17.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it the sexual desire that I have when I see her? Is it the constant shadow of her face in my mind when I don't see her? Is it in the sweet dreams of her I had last night ? Or is it the smiles and laughters I share with her today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with love it seems, lies in the inevitable ending of love. Let's say in the best senerio, we fall in love, get married and have kids. One of us is going to die. Let's say we have 50 years before one of us die. Is there more to it? Will the world remember there was this couple who love each other for 50 years? Will it matter? To go beyond reason, time, and the limit of frame of referrence, love seems so trival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the best senerio, for an atheist. For those who believe there is an afterlife, love could extend beyond death. In this day and age, I am not sure if I should pitty or admire those who actually believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder, would it be a good thing to end love ealier. Those who does fall in love, may not always prove to be even compatible. In my observation, for example, in the case of my parents, I find it absurd. They are constantly arguing. And yet it is obvious that they love each other. Perhaps my personality would never agree with what they are doing, but who am I to deny their choice to stay together? Humans have be doing this for thousands of years. Are we in an age where lovers are paired by their compatibility alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another problem with love. It is all about the female chemistry. And for some people, me included, that isn't all that dependable. I'm so horny some times that I'd hump anything with two legs and a virgina. But women tend to pick and choose the most fuckable guys. Maybe, if there is a God, this is the way God entertains himself(or herself depending on your perspective) -- by putting the most explosive mood-swing sex in charge of love. So in general, if a woman decides that she doesn't love him, there will be little chance for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me inlustrate this in an office environment (full of average looking people). The most handsome guy in the office knows that there is only a handful woman who would fuck him if they let him. But even the ugliest girl knows that she can get anyone she wants to if she try hard enough. So it is obvious that those men who knows how to manipulate women's feelings would have a much higher chance of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O My God. I need to get laid, fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-115545948370706769?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/115545948370706769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=115545948370706769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115545948370706769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115545948370706769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-is-love-is-it-sexual-desire-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-115147662094110420</id><published>2006-06-27T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:16.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since this blog is anonymous, here's a list of shit that I feel ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am agonstic who does not confine to religous views. But I go to churches just to hookup with Christian girls. I feel like a total fraud sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was sexually abused when I was a kid. By a group of strangers. I never told any one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When I was a kid I stole money from my parents to go out and play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like kinky porns, even though I never try anything kinky in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When I broke up with my first girlfriend I read her emails all the time,  till almost 2 years after we broke up. Eventually I saw that she started dating another guy and one day I deleted his love email to her and she found out about it. We've never spoken again since then. She's married to him and have a kid now. I still know where she lives and works, but never tried to even visit her. It's been 6 and a half years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-115147662094110420?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/115147662094110420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=115147662094110420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115147662094110420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115147662094110420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/06/since-this-blog-is-anonymous-heres.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-115102272064445944</id><published>2006-06-22T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:16.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O my fucking GOD I am at it again. Its' only the second day and I can't even help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I wanna rant about the fucking priests. Actually, anybody who is babbling about what happens after you died. This includes many theorists I know in my fucking life. This is why I don't understand -- HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW? I mean, did you fucking DIED and came back?&lt;br /&gt;Why can you just say you don't know? Don't give me that bible tells me so BULL SHIT. Coz the bible is full of shit that doesn't make any sense. Excuse my French but why don't you take your holy bible and shove it up your ass when JC didn't show up for your after-death-party? Religions are all fucking frauds. Professional theorists prey on the amateurs and the saddest part of it all is the obviousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I don't know if there's a GOD out there or not. I don't know what's going to happen after I died. Nor do I care. But could some body please stop these born-again- holier-than-thou-I-am-trying-to-save-your-soul idiots? Why can't you just say you don't know? Why be a prick and try to convince me this is the only fucking way and kill my fucking imagination? I'd like to imagine when I die get to watch hot chicks taking showers all the time. It's my freedom! Why the fuck do you have to try to take that away? What's so fucking hard to admit you have no fucking clue just like the rest of us? You Asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All religions are frauds. They ALL require DONATION MONEY. Don’t give me that atheism is also a religion CRAP. How much money did any atheist donated to an “&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Atheist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Money is the key, be it the ancients’ food or sacrifice of human slaves, or the modem time currencies in the nice little pouch passing around in Churches and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Temples&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Religion is all about the Benjamin’s. What a bunch of Hypocrites! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-115102272064445944?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/115102272064445944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=115102272064445944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115102272064445944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115102272064445944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/06/o-my-fucking-god-i-am-at-it-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30069165.post-115095729815707903</id><published>2006-06-21T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T11:41:16.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate MySpace. Actually, it's not the site, it's the blogs. "I went to the mall today and my dog was sick OMG my crazy life." People are so fucking desperate for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason behind lame blogs. People want their pictures and chatty on their blog so that it looks like they are all over the internet like "WHAZZZZAP I AM ON THE INTERNET AND LOOK AT ME SAYING HI TO MY PEEPZ". Yeah, but it's all bull shit. Anything that is a bit interesting and original has nothing to do with saying Hi. Thinking about books, music, anything that happened to be at least a bit intellectually stimulating, has something to do with the author's opinion expressed in an honest blunt way. Well, here comes the problem with a lame blog: you can't be honest. No fucking way. Why? coz you can't talk shit about anybody or anything because chances are some one you know is going to look at your blog and get offended. Maybe not everything is about rants, but rants tend to be very interesting. And it is human condition to want to be recognized and respected and loved by people around you, so it is socially suicidal to blog about actual shit that is going on in one's mind. That's why all blogs that ties to a specific individual is fucking LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I decided to have this hidden blog -- something anonymous. I can actually write about shit that is true to myself and actually be interesting for GOD's sake. I can talk about everything I want without the fear of someone I know associating it. Yes, this is indeed the beauty of anonymous blog: I can keep my mask on in day time and talk shit and throw darts at night. Hey you can deny all you want but unfortunately we are living in a PC society where someone who speaks their minds will soon find themselves in a bucket full of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I am not putting my name on this blog and yet still enjoy the benefit of having a huge ego -- as in having a fucking blog gives my boring life a fucking purpose (finally). And yes, I can fucking cuss all I want, even though sometimes it is completely unnecessary. But fuck it. Why not? I was already thinking it. Speaking my true mind is like a hundred times more funny and interesting, because it is REAL! The pursue of freedom, no matter how cliche it is, makes one feel truly happy and best of all : Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me begin this blog by speaking my minds on several issues that many of my friends think of as important but I think of as bull shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Fuck religion. Religion is fucking bullshit. It's only meant for the stupid and unmoral. If you have a moral bottom line in your heart, you can say fuck you to all religion.&lt;br /&gt;2. Gas price in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is CHEAP, even at $3 a gallon. Fuck you all assholes driving cheap SUV with George Bush bumper stickers. You deserve worse!&lt;br /&gt;3. All jobs lost in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; due to global economy are all fair game. What? Just because you came out of some pussy in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:City&gt; you think you are better than the low skill workers in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; or &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Indonesia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;? Fuck you! You egoistic assholes! You got no better skill than someone who does the same repetitive shit in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; then you deserve to lose your job to them. You already enjoy so much more benefit, like public education and healthcare, than the same-skilled workers in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Asia&lt;/st1:place&gt; so shut your trap and stop wining!&lt;br /&gt;4. There is no such a thing as illegal immigrant. They just happened to come two hundred years late. Same reason as point 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Most women are whores. Some fuck more guys and some fuck less, that's all. Don’t get me wrong: there’s nothing inheritably wrong with that. Nature's been using woman's pussy to choose the best of the species for a long ass time. But don't put your fucking hypocrisy in my face. And yes, I NEED TO GET LAID, BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the first post – I am loving this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30069165-115095729815707903?l=stealthzeus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/feeds/115095729815707903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30069165&amp;postID=115095729815707903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115095729815707903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30069165/posts/default/115095729815707903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stealthzeus.blogspot.com/2006/06/fuck-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Stealth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
