#17080 I must confess that I silently laugh to myself, whenever my professor speaks of the Louvre in my Art Appreciation class. #confessionsofasexaddict

#17077 I confess I've been in a pretty lengthy relationship and recently my man wasn't thinking about what he was doing and hurt me with an infatuation with another female he has. He says it's more of a friendship thing, but I'm not really sure about that. He thought it was stupid I got upset, but it really hurt and I because of past events I can't handle much emotional stress in our relationship right now. I just want to go out and have fun with someone that will flatter me and be a gentleman and someone that loves spending time with me. Is that too much to ask?

#17079 This letter is neither an encomium of Mr. Cousino nor a panegyric to his campaigns. Instead, it is a fact-filled reportage intended to convince you that Mr. Cousino's précis do not pass muster by any objective standards. As is customary for a letter of this sort, I will now offer up paper and ink anent the phylogeny of Mr. Cousino's unbalanced criticisms in order to make the point that Mr. Cousino has boasted publicly that he intends to grasp at straws, trying to find increasingly unrestrained ways to hurt people's feelings. It's one thing for such toxic ideas to be conceived in the clandestine meeting places of international terror organizations but quite another for them to be promoted as Mr. Cousino has, out in the open. This development lends credence to my claim that if I want to put myself in harm's way, that should be my prerogative. I honestly don't need Mr. Cousino forcing me to.

The acid test for Mr. Cousino's “kinder, gentler” new paroxysms should be, “Do they still prop up corrupt despots around the world?” If the answer is yes then we can conclude that thanks to Mr. Cousino's antisocial projects, only foul, illiberal quidnuncs now get to drive the bus, and they're driving it right off the cliff. Before we hit bottom, we should ponder how Mr. Cousino was a distasteful evildoer when I first encountered him. Mr. Cousino is a distasteful evildoer now. And there is no more reason for believing that Mr. Cousino will ever cease to be a distasteful evildoer than there is for supposing that all any child needs is a big dose of television every day.

Mr. Cousino's hypnopompic insights are nothing shy of a slap in the face to all those who have fought and fallen in war for this country. Some people might object to that claim, and if they do, my response is: If Mr. Cousino goes ahead with locking people up for reading the “wrong” types of books or listening to the “wrong” kinds of music, I will be very, very angry with him. In fact, I will write him a letter telling him how angry I am. I hope that will convince Mr. Cousino that his buddies all have serious personal problems. In fact, the way Mr. Cousino keeps them loyal to him is by encouraging and exacerbating these problems rather than by helping to overcome them.

I am, of course, referring to a recent occurrence that is so well-known it requires no comment except to add that Mr. Cousino's snow jobs began innocently enough with peaceful calls for democratic change. Unfortunately, his Praetorian Guard has since morphed into the prime backer of a bloody, armed insurgency, replete with vengeful demands for providing cover for an incomprehensible, inhumane agenda. We must reach out to people with the message that Mr. Cousino should show some class. We must alert people of that. We must educate them. We must inspire them. And we must encourage them to mention a bit about devious power brokers such as Mr. Cousino.

I recently overheard a couple of humorless upstarts say that all minorities are poor, stupid ghetto trash. Here, again, we encounter the blurred thinking that is characteristic of this Mr. Cousino-induced era of slogans and propaganda. His behavior is very dangerous and very destructive. That's pretty transparent. What's not so transparent is the answer to the following question: Will his animal cunning, arrogance, greed, and self-aggrandizement grant him a final victory over humanity? A clue might be that his hirelings indubitably don't want us to establish a “truth commission” whose charter is to investigate some of his more intransigent modes of thought. That'd be too much of a threat to antinomianism, anti-intellectualism, and all of the other sappy things they worship. Clearly, they prefer advocating fatalistic acceptance of an impetuous, bleeding-heart new world order.

The first lies that Mr. Cousino told us were relatively benign. Still, they have been progressing. And they will continue to progress until there is no more truth; his lies will grow until they blot out the sun. His propaganda machine once said that he would never manipulate everything and everybody. So much for credibility! Any meaningful analysis of the situation must allow for the fact that too many callous, inconsiderate hypochondriacs out there are looking for the quick and easy fix, for a great savior who will make it all right again so they can go back to sleep. They gather at the foot of the mount to herald the coming of Cousino and neglect to notice that an armed revolt against Mr. Cousino is morally justified. However, I profess that it is not yet strategically justified.

You don't need me to tell you that a former member of Mr. Cousino's crime syndicate has called Mr. Cousino a coprophagous wally. I admire this person's courage, but I disagree with his use of the term “coprophagous wally”. It's not solely because Mr. Cousino is a coprophagous wally that he has been transforming our society into an irascible war machine. Rather, he's been doing this because he wants us to feel sorry for the disdainful schmucks who demand special treatment that, in many cases, borders on the ridiculous. I maintain we should instead feel sorry for their victims, all of whom know full well that Mr. Cousino wants to be the one who determines what information we have access to. Yet he is also a big proponent of a particularly crude form of faddism. Do you see something wrong with that picture? What I see is that you may be wondering why xenophobic pinheads latch onto Mr. Cousino's morals. It's because people of that nature need to have rhetoric and dogma to recite during times of stress in order to cope. That's also why I have often maintained that reasonable people can reasonably disagree. Unfortunately, when dealing with Mr. Cousino and his flacks, that claim assumes facts not in evidence. So let me claim instead that my opinion of Mr. Cousino hasn't changed ever since, ages ago, I heard him say something about how his plane of understanding is beyond the realm of human imagining. The point is that Mr. Cousino talked nonsense then, and he talks nonsense now. The only thing that's changed is that he often misuses the word “epididymodeferentectomy” to mean something vaguely related to vigilantism or libertinism or somesuch. His forces, realizing that an exact definition is anathema to what they know in their hearts, are usually content to assume that Mr. Cousino is merely trying to say that some people deserve to feel safe while others do not.

All of Mr. Cousino's loyalists are thieves—idle, envious, and ready to plunder and enslave their weaker neighbors. It's therefore not surprising that Mr. Cousino peddles the usual apologist fare on the purpose of sensationalism. That is, he claims that sensationalism is intended to initiate meaningful change. He might as well be claiming that space aliens are out to lay eggs in our innards or ooze their alien hell-slime all over us. The truth is that he has indicated that if we don't let him spawn a society in which those with the most deviant lifestyle, imperious behavior, or personal failures are given the most by the government then he'll be forced to promote group-think attitudes over individual insights. That's like putting rabid attack dogs in silk suits. In other words, Mr. Cousino has issued us a thinly veiled threat that's intended primarily to scare us away from the realization that we've all heard him yammer and whine about how he's being scapegoated again, the poor dear. If Mr. Cousino wants to force me to drink the phthartic poison of sadism, let him wear the opprobrium of that decision.

I know some power-hungry wisenheimers who actually believe that Mr. Cousino has his moral compass in tact. Incredible? Those same people have told me that he possesses infinite wisdom. With such people roaming about, it should come as no surprise to you that Mr. Cousino commonly appoints ineffective people to important positions. He then ensures that these people stay in those positions because that makes it easy for Mr. Cousino to lash out at everyone and everything in sight. I want to give people more information about Mr. Cousino, help them digest and assimilate and understand that information, and help them draw responsible conclusions from it. Here's one conclusion I unmistakably hope people draw: I intend to look closely at Mr. Cousino's ruderies to see what makes them so effectual at causing a marked deterioration in our literature, amusements, and social conduct. I should expect to find—this is a guess that I currently lack sufficient knowledge to verify—that Mr. Cousino says that his posse is looking out for our interests. Wow! Isn't that like hiding the stolen goods in the closet and, when the cops come in, standing in front of the closet door and exclaiming, “They're not in here!”?

I wouldn't even mention that Mr. Cousino's decisions are ill-advised if it weren't doubtlessly true. No one disputes the fact that one of the most widespread manifestations of the craziness of our world is Machiavellianism nor is anyone unaware that a plan of rational reaction to his pleas is obviously in order. I do, however, find that some people are surprised to learn that Mr. Cousino doesn't want to acknowledge that this view dangerously underestimates the laughable quality of priggism. In fact, Mr. Cousino would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because our path is set. By this, I mean that in order to tell Mr. Cousino where he can stick it, we must put an end to egocentric tammanyism. I consider that requirement a small price to pay because I personally love hearing the claims of an infernal blaguer who doesn't realize that he's an infernal blaguer. As a case in point, consider Mr. Cousino's claim that a richly evocative description of a problem automatically implies the correct solution to that problem. Such claims always make me laugh because, as we all know, we must bring Mr. Cousino to justice. As mentioned above, however, that is not enough. It is necessary to do more. It is necessary to exert a positive influence on the type of world that people will live in a thousand years from now. The end

#17076 I confess that I am in love with a stripper.

#17075 Okay, I'm 18. I still live at home to save money until I can afford to move out. But I'm to the point where I'm about to go live with my dad, because I have a curfew of 10 on the weekends. I have to come straight home after work or I get out of classes. I got a tattoo a couple of weeks ago and now my mom just told me I'm not aloud to get another one until I graduate from Tech. Excuse me? But no, I'm 18. If I can sign my own papers and go to jail I can make choices about my body and what I want to put on it. I'm so over her trying to control every aspect of my life. I'm over it.

#17078 It's my confession that this dick has been inside all of the consenting asses of the admins, and yes, both they and I enjoyed it very much.

Admin Note - eh I've had better.

#17073 I left my bag in room 204 of Mathews Daniel. It is black and white with "New York" written all over it. Inside is one teacup and a box of tea. There was nothing of value, but I got those as presents and would really like them back. I've checked the office, TTU police, and the UC front desk, so if anyone knows something about it, please comment!!

#17074 I feel as if I'm at some sort of standstill in my life. I'm a junior and had my goals within site until I recently realized they weren't for me. I definitely have the potential to go to medical school like I had planned, but would I have been happy in the long run? No. I am just starting to figure out where my other passions lie, and I think I should pursue those regardless of the prestige or wealth any other career could provide me with. It's hard though because I do not want to disappoint anyone, including my family that had such high hopes for me. I wanted to pursue medicine because I found it intriguing until I got sick myself. Thereafter, I completely lost interest in every aspect of it. I hate it because it constantly reminds me of my own illness. I don't think I could work in such a profession that fills me with such sorrow. But I am too scared to take the leap into something totally new.