Okay it’s been some time let’s talk about why we should abort rapists and Jackels #PTBTS

Look I’m trying to make the case every once in a while it is perfectly okay to legally take a Jackel or Rapist to the back of a barn and…

Put that bitch to SLEEP.

Real talk. Jackels are a bain on society and a shit stain on masculine pride day. More on MP day later…

Look. I understand the need to do things legally. I’m all for the shit. Putting Jackels in prison tell the prison population about their evil crimes and addiction to fucking with the legazy of fathers and mothers.

Turn out the lights, open a prison door and pick up the body in the morning….

All seriousness. What is wrong with acknowledging we all want and desire a world where we can legally put a bitch to sleep? Can’t we all agree that given the go ahead by an elected official or The Lord himself putting the magnum in our hands we would gladly put bitches to SLEEP.

Real talk. My Black Rambo skin cousins have a quiet code about this shit or a tradition long standing. If you are caught. Holy Shit. The Black Rambo turns into Judge Dredd. “Bitch you better turn your ass in before uncle Leroy find out what you did and put your Bitch ass to SLEEP.” – Momma Rambo with a 45. Peace maker. She didn’t wait for Uncle Leroy she had a hair appointment that day.

Shit kickers I know have a more open policy about it. I’m in shit kicking texas my dude. Just the other day I saw a decal on a red SUV. It was two figures. One shit kicker standing over a kneeing Jackel with a peace maker in his hand.  There was a saying around the two figures it said….

Kill your local pedefile…now I don’t agree with notion of killing. Murder is wrong.

I support legally taking a bitch ass Jackel to the back of a barn and putting that BITCH to SLEEP.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

The strange case of Men who bragging about nothing #MGTOW bullshit

“Yeah! It’s 2021. I got no girlfriend, no wife and no kids. I’m living the life my dude. I ain’t a pussy.” – MGTOW dude.

Holy shit!

Hmm. How can I say this with care and gentleman’s concern?

What the fuck are you bragging about my dude?

Pause.

Real talk. I have a natural dislike for hearing dudes bragging. It comes out of nowhere sometimes even with the most mondain shit conversation like the fucking weather. You can be talking about the weather recently and some dude will talk over you about the weather being really bad in his home state. Some times the dude will not even know he’s bragging about the fucking weather.

MGTOW bragging though is some deep seated bullshit of it’s own.

I understand the “feeling” in the shit. You don’t want to get your heart hurt again by some bitch that fucked with you ten years ago.

I’m not fucking kidding. Some dudes just can’t get over females not being angels. It fucking boils their blood to this day that females can be bitches. Some dudes are still mad about being victims of female bullshit and worse they hold victomhood as a badge of honor.

Holy mother fucking shit.

But, men throughout time have been or will be a victim of female bullshit. But, then you got to get over the shit. Fucking bragging about not having a family or a legazy of your own to pass on your life lessons to is bullshit. No. It’s less then bullshit. It’s rat shit. It’s little dick shit.

I get it but I don’t support it. I’ll listen to a dude brag about his fucking kids making six figures in their twenties or a dude telling me how he was homeless and working himself off the streets and made a name for himself in business. That’s something you can see and respect. Bragging about not having shit or no family is rat shit squared to the dumbass power my dude.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to 80s Aviators…

My eyes hurt today. Lack of sleep and body hurts from yesterday’s work shift. It’s been a while but I got proper Aviators again so I slip off my glasses and put on the windows into that other side of myself…

It’s a strange thing. The shift in temperment I get into. I think of it now as my guardiandogg side.

It’s like putting on mirrors to another image or reverse side to my personality. I grew up in the 90s but I can never get over how much of the 80s is in my wilder self. To a sense of comedy and self mockery.

Or…some men have tattoos. I prefer a pair of large lense, reflecting mirrors, laid back and relexing Aviators. Feels good on a Saturday but always good on less then pleasant day.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

Diary of a mad black beta bitch Roland Martin’s passive bitch speech

Yeah so Roland Martin is a beta bitch.

I found this shit out recently when I heard him talking to a 21 year old Black Rambo trying to help his tribe in the educational department.

Look the shit up. Roland’s bitch ass got the shit up on his YouTube channel. Dumb mother fucker probably still thinks he looked solid in the video. Mother fucker was more like shit flavored green jello.

I couldn’t get through the shit video of Roland interviewing Mr. Randell about his private school for black boys and his mission to empire his tribe through education. Roland’s beta bitch ass played himself by making the interview a fucking clown show with the head clown being Roland himself. A fucking joke my dude. Had my blood boiling.

Holy shit.

It was in Roland’s voice. It’s that condescending beta bitch tone. That passive aggressive bitch speech. Can’t get along. Got to start some shit with a member from your own fucking tribe. Roland was doing a lot of talking and female bullshit spells.

Something always put me off about his no neck, no balls having bitch ass.

Now. I know what it is. It’s that beta bitch tone my dude. Just hearing him rant and rave about voting and cocain Democrats vs Stable of GOP hoes. We need to support the democratics.

Fuck out of here with that noise. All talk and no balls don’t get shit done.

Another name for a beta bitch – gamma gamma mother fucking bitch.

Beta bitch is shorter though.

Come on my dude. I never wanted to punch a dude so quickly in my life.

He’s the A typical grifting self pity beta bitch Black Rambo.

Holy shit.

I can go on but this post would turn into a book. Have a lovely day.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

An Ode to the Men of the West…

Blood and Iron flow through my western mortal body. The call for action and to defend and preserve the stories of old calls out to me in the whispers of the wind.

Pause. Strap in I hear the bard of Avon inspiring me today.

I give you no pretty lies or bullshit outs for the fight. Mother fucker we’re in it. Look down your standing one side of it.

We men of the west. Hear my call. We will win. Our battles have just begun.

Finally. Finally. I feel the rush in my blood to kick some ass.

I have motivation. You have motivation. Look around you my brother of the west. Look at what has been handed down to you. The noble virtues, indoor plumbing, the right to not live on streets mired in shit and air polluted in lies and falsehoods.

It appears now that we’re losing the fight but listen to me. I am an American Highlander. I cew on Iron and spit out bullets. The tougher it gets the more I sharpen my sword of defense and strengthen my inner resolve to fight on. I am a man of the west. I was born in conflict. Mother fucker I vape it gladly and blow out rings of cookies n cream dreams.

Men of the west. We will win. The treasures we hold are grit and shit kicking attitude loaded for bare in a 1911 and a colt 45.

Some call us arrogent. Some calls us assholes. But, fuck that nosie. We are shit kickers. We are check cashers. We are the defenders of the good, the beautiful and the true.

If you doubt me…go fuck yourself. We survived to much shit to give up now. Bitch let the party begin.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg

I can’t give up and I’m dogmatic about being persistent

Not withstanding my artist side and my need to always improve. I also have another side that adds fuel to my art.

I can’t give up.

I know what it’s like to look at your shit and think this is shit. When in the fuck will this get better. I got no answer from the void only silence.

The answer came to me over the course of having to deal with bullshit to get shit done. Yeah. It’s bullshit now but if I can keep working at it. If I keep being going. It won’t be shit forever. One day I’ll figure out. One day I say what I wanted to say. One day my sentences will make sense and my verbiage will be clear.

One day…but I can’t get to the one day if I give up now. I’ll only have shit to look forward to. So. I can’t give up.

You think my shit is good now. Just wait ten years from now. Persistents pays and only losers quit the marathon before they finish the race.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

An imaginary country alive only in people’s heads (writing craft)

It’s an idea that’s turning in my head. Listen a bit and steal it if you find anything useful in it.

Idea: USA ended in 2019. The country has been functioning on a delusion sense then.

Add on: In the fall of 2020, the President is informed that the country is defaulting in late 2021. The last depression is set for winter of 2022 that will spell the end for the State of America.

Add on: The year is 2024 alot has changed sense the depression arrived two years ago. The country has divided back into wild territories and the Texas region is trying to make a trade deal with Russia for protection against the Chinese states of New York and California.

Add on: It’s 2025, Texas War Chief Joe Jones is set to start a deal with FedEx and Amazon to bring in some money for the region but he’s in a espionage war with Chinese CIA agents trying to steal the deal for the Chinese American Communists Party.

It goes on from there. I’d say you would just need one event to set off a domino effect or you can keep up the delusion factor. Make it be that everyone adapts to changes by means of making it fashionable or messages given by Joe Biden. People still believe America exist even when the facts and internal wars don’t line up with their thinking.

Update: story is told from Joe Jones perceptive. He starts out story as a Texas Ranger

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Ambrosia apples the taste of summer rain

Nothing like it. That first taste. That first bite.

The sweetness follows later but that first bite is a delightful suprise, juicy, mouth watering, heavenly taste. Rich in flavors pulled from rich soil and crafted with care by farmer’s hands and might.

Round and ripe.

Holding it in the hand is like grasping onto a sensual firm hold of pleasure.

The scent is it’s own reward the taste is the gift for the price.

It is uncommon among many summer days. It is the freshness of rain and warmth of the summer sun all in one moment with finishing being a rainbow set in the sky.

Hmmm. Hot damn.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Chasing an idea just because (writing craft)

This might be a writer or a creative artist thing. The need to craft out into reality a crazy idea just to see where it goes.

Whatever it is I get an idea and it sticks with me. It’s not even a story out right It’s an idea of what could be a story and I want to know where the hell it will go.

Example for today. Guy must kill dragon with a shovel.

Add on to idea. Guy must kill dragon man or girl friend will die.

Add on to idea. Guy Lenxion needs to kill Arnard Drake a dragon/man so his girlfriend won’t have to pay a debt to him. His problem is he only has a shovel and the oracle said he must kill dragon man with it.

Add on to idea. Guy Lenxion must save his girlfriend in the next forty-eight hours or she will marry dragon man. He goes to magic shop with only a few coins. There is one item up for sale. An old magic shovel that is upgradeable and able to kill dragon men. If one can find the right oracle to power it up for the right price.

And so on…

The idea is silly but it’s a fun exercise for me sense my main book writing project has gone to shit for the moment.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

The good, the beautiful and the true…

The day is misty and grey. Yesterday was busy and productive but today I find my mind wondering in thoughts of the past, the present and the future conflict.

My mind is set for the fight. But, I have reasons for holding the line to the borders of my consciousness. I have a treasure box I am protecting.

The good, the beautiful and true.

This saying is older then my old American Highlander soul but it comes from a time and mindset that is a kin to my mother language. The Bard of Avon, the music of the masters, the beauty the classic standard and the true.

The true. I can’t escape you. I can’t avoid you. You are damn demanding that I pay attention to you and ignore beautiful seductive and comfortable modern-day lies.

This is what gives me my fight the spark to my candle. In my comedy. In my striving against the minds of modern day madness. My spirit brother of a long time ago speaks to me in the echoing words of King James and the madness of Twelfth Night or What you Will.

I’m sorry I love the language of Hamlet and Romeo & Juilet but Twelfth Night is my shit.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg

Why in the fuck would a Black Rambo or Puerto Rican Cassinova want to fuck a feminist? Shit!

Holy shit!

A long long long time a go I remember seeing a herd of these fuckers standing in the middle of a street in a video all naked screaming like banshees or bat shit crazies.

They were verying degrees of…

holy shit, damn that bitch is ugly and shit look at them sloppy tits. Sweet Jesus what the fuck is this shit.

I damn near threw up on my laptop. This abomination was on YouTube. Have you heard these fuckers talk about men or boys with their clothes on???

Holy shit!

I was alright ignoring them but then I heard this ugly roamer that these alien fuckers want some big dick puerto Rican Cassinovas or Black Rambos to fuck them? Them???

Son of a bitch. Son of a mother fucking bitch!!

They’ve gone to mother fucking far my dude.

Look you can be critical. You can make fun of big dick energy dudes and all that bullshit but you can’t demand or should request big dick energy…

That shit is on reserve for 5’5 feminine shorties, bare foot classical beautiful females and ebony Jamaican beauties who walk with sway to their hips and Plain Jane. The top tier females get first pick, bitch.

Get your ass to the back the very back of the fucking line and offer that shit to little dick simps and maybe just maybe you’ll get an offer but frankly little dick simps are better off noticing their best friend plain Jane.

She’s a giving girl and loyal. She has her hand close to his zipper and is asking him in a non-verbally way to take her right now on the side of the fucking road.

Warm, Regards

Guardiandogg