Geeklawyer was outraged by the conduct of protesters outside the US Supreme Court. They were protesting about the Guantanamo bay Freedom camp. This is perplexing. There, undoubted terrorists are firmly fairly and gently encouraged by well trained compassionate counsellors to come to terms with their evil, and to repent and assist in the fight against terror. Who would protest about that?
Dirty liberal hippy troublemakers, that’s who. Fortunately 81 of these swine were arrested and hopefully will be making their way to join their colleagues in Guantanamo really soon.
Undoubted? If so, why have these individuals never been formally charged? Why have they not been brought to trial? Do you realize that the majority of individuals held at Guantanamo were originally seized by bounty hunters wanting cash?
Hint: irony
How VERY Dare they!
I like a bit of irony late at night… with my horlicks
It is 3AM & I have returned from a friend’s orgiastic party. I am very drunk. Some pretty young thing whose name is Sarah, or Sally, or “S” something, is making me coffee while I post this comment. We will have perverted sex in a moment and I intend to sate my repellent sexual desires on her young slim pretty body. This will sicken her. I however will have fun, so it is a win-win situation.
I have consumed much alcohol and cocaine and I am feeling a bit odd.
I’m not sure how well tomorrows podcast will go but I will make best efforts and pretend to be professional.
Toodle pip
My Dear Geek,
I can understand the alcohol and cocaine,if it is your thing, but blogging before sex seems very strange.
I thought it less impolite than doing so after: chicks want all that cuddling crap afterwards — and would probably take offence if I said “just need to check my email, do a couple of IMs and a short blog post.”
Women are so bloody unreasonable.
This is obviously some Freudian desire to seek parental approval in the form of your readership before releasing your libido through the engaging coital embrace with ‘S’. As much as your rampant chemical stricken ego may get some perverse and unfathomable deprived pleasure from this breaking of the super-ego’s taboos. It’s not our fault you went to a public school and suffered years of sexual repression within a formalized codex of social behavior. I simply refuse to encourage these dark chthonic outbursts of energy, and pray instead that the lord will save you from your temptations.
Nah, if it were that I’d just ring my mother and say “hi mum, can I bang this girl?” I think she’d be cool with it. I imagine she’d say “be sure to use a condom and don’t give the scrubber your full name.”
Mercifully I had little sex while at public school, a relief since it was predominantly a boys school. Beating the little boys was always fun though. My peers thought me a little odd since I enjoyed doing it but, unlike them, got no sexual pleasure from it.
Of course fagging is banned nowadays which is catastrophic: can you imagine “Tom Brown’s Schooldays” without roasting young boys bottoms over an open fire in the uppers study?! I don’t think so.
Blogging before sex is the accepted post-modern way to tell the Sally/Sarah/Sandra person “Look bitch, I want you out as soon as I’m done. This is all about me, ok?” Ms R finds it useful to phone the cab as soon as she’s had her orgasm.
Understanding my desire to be shot of them ASAP, and in anticipation of the need for a fast get away, many of my lovers book a cab before the sex. A fatal mistake since the implicit assumption is that I can give only earth shattering orgasm. Usually their cabbies have gone by the time the flood of orgasms have begun to subside.
And then they have to walk home alone in the rain through the dark dangerous alleys of this city. Hey, it’s either that or me let them stay till the morning.
Fuck that, they just have to take the risk.
Hey you can’t blame them for failing to realize that you would only give an orgasm. *Sigh& If only they were smart enough to spot the bookmarks in FireFox to various online suppliers of little blue pills.
Ms R phones the cab for THEM. She is after all a writer, an artiste and needs to be left alone.
But she agrees with you. They knew the job was dirty when they took it.
What
You think I should incur the cost of a phone call to get them home? Am I a bleedin’ charity?
I’d like, if I may, to give them your phone number so that when they start whining you, as a trustworthy respectable matronly auntie figure, can say to them:“There there dear. Dry your eyes. Let me hug you. Now… you can’t expect him to take you home. You are a dirty little slut. He bought you dinner and engaged you with his sparkling wit and humour. Do you want him to pay twice? Run along now, you darling little baggage.”
Sorry I refuse to agree that post-modernism lends any credance to the claim that this is some kind of socialy acceptable means of communication. Not even the combined interlectual efforts of Foculat, Lacan and Derrida could convince me otherwise. There is a deontological line between right and wrong when it comes to
bragingbloging about sexual conquest. A line that GL appears to have snorted up.The idea of having to share my post sexual cocktail of hormones and happy brain chemicals with a taxi driver does not sound ideal, but compated to waking up next to GL I can see it’s attraction.
I know this comment is in English — my spellchecker tells me so — But until I get another First, this time in philosophy, I will have to ignore it.
However since I am entirely straight the latter part is nothing for concern, apart from the image causing projectile vomiting. At least not until you procure Rohypnol.
I knew from the first moment you had eyes only for Stephen
I have as much sexual interest in Steven as I do you, or anyone else with male genitalia.
Homosexuality is a sickening sexual and moral aberration in the eyes of God.
With respect to the absorption/inhalation of significant quantities of noxious , brain numbing chemicals, I wonder how is it that Mr Geeklawyer is actually capable of providing his various and sundry lovers with allegedly earth shattering orgasms ( readers only have his word for this) when it would seem to be the predilection of the male of the specie make a half hearted attempt at the sexual satisfaction of his partners before falling into a state of blissful torpor, punctuated by the sound of snoring and the silence of apnoea.…
As mentioned above it would only take a cursory glance at GL’s History list to realize that he has adopted a chemical solution to overcoming the shortfalls of his physical state on such occasions.
Dear dear Lawminx. I feel so so very sorry for you. You have obviously had a catastrophically unsuccessful love life to have formed this view of men. I refuse to believe I am an exception however wonderful I am.
There is, as it happens, someone in the immediate blawgosphere who could verify that my bragging is in fact objective historical truth.
Is this person David Irving?
I think as long as you didn’t get out the orange jump suit and play ‘camp x-ray’ she escaped lightly.
I regret to explode your boarding school, dining room fantasies Geek Lawyer but Ms R is rather lithe although, she acknowledges (but does not understand) the Englishman’s predilection for things Nigellaish and roly poly. Anyway Ms R digresses. She would light a cigarette, motion to Geek lawyer’s latest tearful Sally to come over and then tell her in a firm and entirely unsympathetic manner exactly what Geek lawyer has said and, furthermore, suggest that she should go and buy some Smythson stationery in order to write him a polite note thanking him for the wonderful evening. That is the correct procedure.
Ms R regrets to inform you that she is anything but matronly. However she understands that public school boys in England tend to have these boarding school, fantasies.
She digresses: Ms R would of course tell young Sally/Sandra/Emma/Miranda exactly as you suggest but would not hug her. She would admonish her for not writing Geek Lawyer a thank you note.
Sadly Auntie Robertson modern girls are longer taught the impeccable manners of our age. The “thank you” note has fallen to the same trends that mean politics is now discussed front of ladies; the blank refusal of purveyors of gasoline distillate to clean my automobile windscreen when I refill, or of Fortnums not carrying my goods to the Hansom cab.
In my day my father’s maid would curtsy after performing oral sex on him — and then she would go off clean the scullery. Nowadays? try getting your Polish au-pair to do that.
My Dear Geek,
I fear that you adopt the classic stance of a one who cannot accept that comment made by a female such as myself as to sexual prowess of the male of the species can never have scaled the heights of sexual ecstacy because,in all honesty, said female has never had , in your eyes, the great good fortune to encounter yourself during the course of one of those time honnoured drink and drug riddled occaisions known as a Night On The Town. It is sufficient to say that, unless possessed of the the Prowess of a Greek God and an Anatomy not dissimilar to Charlie the Horse , I would continue to suggest that, under the influence of various chemicals, the male of the species is as nowhere near capable of attending to the needs of his female companion as he has led himself to believe.….
Dear Lawminx,
On occasions where I have had the good fortunate to enjoy an evening of drink with aforementioned geek my observations are as such.
i. Ability to balance is lost rather quickly, a swaying at the bar is visibly noticeable after about three or four pints of cider. Although to his credit his wit and mental faculties for conversation continue. I conclude that his physical motor-coordination is susceptible to mishap. I bring the ‘Broken Finger’ at Harry’s House and Dancing as Otley as examples.
ii. Geek is just as susceptible to sleep when drunk as any man. On occasions this has resulted in train stops being missed and long walks home.
iii.
Geek is no Greek, despite what google may suggest.
Oh I blame sex bloggers Geek Lawyer. Us Women of Experience would never think to talk about our threesomes. Now young girls seem to think they can not only blog about sex but that they can demand it before being asked.
RE: Polish au pairs. See, Capitalism is not always A Good Thing. Repress them and they’re so grateful they’ll be down on their knees before you know it.
You may call me Lady Robinson, Geek Lawyer or Milady as some seem to prefer.
Oh Geek Lawyer I blame the sex bloggers. They not only talk about sex (it is not done for a woman to mention more than two of her threesomes during dinner), they demand it before a man has offered. No etiquette.
Ms R.
My Dear Geek,
Surely you would have enough time for your blog while the young lady is making you a cup of tea?
As for your other comments:I am not sure that the post with the names of the French philosophers was in English (surely it was in Sokal) and the less we hear of your public school experiences, the better (unless anyone famous was involved).
Well I think we can summarize from the number of comments that we would all rather talk about sex then anything related to law or interlectual property right, or human rights. Yay fo us
‘We will have perverted sex in a moment’ — i used to have that problem — my advice is to relax and let it happen — or you can get creams for it you know.
RAWR! Why is everyone feeding the troll? It’s not a serious post! XD