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I get your point, and I agree. By the way if you are serious about being an artist, first you must go to your local junk shop and by an old one bar electric fire. Then you have to convert your loft into a garret, and develop a taste for Gauloise. Muttering "People just don't understand me" constantly might also help. C'est magnifique!!!

check out "The Rebel" with Tony Hancock, that's what I'd be like.

Oops Sorry!

Left Wing or right wing ?,,,, when I last saw it it was in A,B,C OR D wings.
I don't understand all that stuff and I am being honest. I fear fanatics, nothing more whatever they are fanatic about, anything really makes me worry. Mainly because they want to stuff their opinions down your throat and if you you tell them you are not interested they go all freaky and blow your house up or something.
We have some really cute fantastic girls in the UK some of us mould them into a script that works for the punter in a way no American can, I believe we are all artists, I have thrown stuff round my edit suite when things go wrong and got pissed off on a shoot only because I can't capture what I want,,,I am sure yous guys are the same, If someone could send me an e-mail telling me what the left and right is I would be well happy,

Phil McC

phil, please click the 'Reply To This Message' link when responding to someone else's post (assuming you read the forum in 'Flat View').

The thing is, no one held a gun to those girls' heads when they do Dp's, DPP's, and DAP's, just like no one forced all those troops to sign up to go to Iraq. The girls do what they do for money (as do the men), just as the troops in Iraq sign up for the pay. They know the risks of doing that job (either porn or the armed forces), so they can only blame themselves if something bad happens.

The same goes for me. I ride motorcycles, which are inherently dangerous. No one forced me to ride motorcycles. I do it through the fun of it. But I do know the risks involved and that I might become a pancake on some semi's fender. If I do get injured or even killed, then no one can be blamed except for me.

Sorry wondered why I never went in the right place,

Phil McC

Mojo wrote:


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> The same goes for me. I ride motorcycles, which are inherently
> dangerous.

Yep, an ex-girlfriend doctor of mine fondly referred to you as "organ donors"

Thanks for the name check stonevid (all be it grudging) and likewise I'd like to complement you on a good post with some interesting observations. I agree that parts of American society are sick with an acute case of political correctness, some of the symptoms of which are a constant feverish reference to 'wimmin's issues' and a guilt induced delirium whereby the patient kowtows to every illogical, irrational, unjust demand of the loony, middleclass, Ivy League sisterhood. A very distressing ailment, particularly in one who has, in the past, been so vibrant and robust. It's an interesting proposition you make that all this extreme gonzo and Max Hardcore tosh is a safety valve, allowing the emasculated, pussy-whipped, 'men' of America to revel in their natural dominant maleness, even if it's just for a short while and in an extreme and, er, 'inappropriate' way.

Of course the same kind of thing is going on here, though at a lower level. I'm totally outraged when I hear of a Craig Charles, John Leslie or Christine and Neil Hamilton type case where some stupid irrational woman, for reasons that are a mystery even to her, makes a false accusation of rape. The accused, particularly if they are famous, are then denounced by the tabloid press (who don't give a shit either way. They're just glad of something to write about) and have all sorts of irrelevant but embarrassing tripe dredged up and paraded before the whole nation. And let's not forget that mud tends to stick. Meanwhile, the accuser is smug in the knowledge that she will remain anonymous, no matter how much bollocks she has caused and how much expense she has clocked up for the taxpayer. What's wrong which this picture? But, that's not all. Now, loony lefty middleclass ponces are suggesting that the presumption of innocence should be suspended in respect of the man, and it should be up to him to prove that he didn't do it!... I can't get my naffing breath! And the thing that's making me most breathless is the fact that men as a whole are standing for it. Why aren?t we collectively saying - "Fuck off! Fuck that. If you think we're standing for that you've got another think coming." Why aren?t we outraged? Are we losing our balls? Could it be down to all this estrogen that's reported to have seeped into the environment? Makes you wonder.

I also agree it's up to everyone to make a stand against pointless, distasteful, boring, crap porn. Punters should be asking of their favorite producer - I say old chap, was that gapping, spunk-splattered, oozing cream-pie ass scene really necessary in your last movie? I mean, dude, all I wanted to see was a nice lady sucking dick and being shagged. Maybe you should take a few months off, gets some R & R. You've done some good work in the past, but you need a rest.... you know, get things into perspective.

Punters should also take the issue up with the proprietor of their local sex emporium. I suggest they go down there today, step smartly up to the sales counter, and after pausing to clear their throats declare "I say my good man, I'm not at all keen on these unsavory gonzo thingies that seem to have propagated to nearly all of your retail space. As a member of the local dramatics society I demand that you cease and desist at once. These contemptible cinematic products are an affront to gentleman smut lovers everywhere and can only give succor to bounders, cads, those of infirm mind and the similarly depraved. Therefore, it is incumbent upon me to issue an ultimatum - That by this hour two days hence you have cleared your shelves of this grievous depravity and restocked with morally uplifting fare - to wit, the works of Andrew Blake, Marc Dorcel, Mario Salieri and Michael Ninn. I further demand that you also suffer to publish an advertisement in the local Newssheet - this being centrally located, and of full-page proportions - declaring yourself to be an imbecile, sinner, and rampant phallus-head. And furthermore declaring your repentance and beseeching the gentleman smut lovers of this parish to forgive your lack of scruples, taste, and wholly obnoxious retail conduct. If these conditions are not met with due dispatch and my demands implemented, I will have no recourse except to employ the professional services of ?Big Dan Dib? and his gang of ruffians to subject this establishment to a through ?going over? A going over of such indomitable comprehensiveness that trading will be out of the question for some time to come. I trust you will see sense in this matter and that Big Dan?s services will not be required. Sir, I bid you good day.? ?Yeah, that should tell ?em.

Anyhow, I could ramble on, but the land of Nod calls?


Officer Dibble