United Nations’ banning of ‘teen’ cartoons violates human rights charter

Criminalizing adult forms of anime cartoons and creating non-existent victims aligns more with elitist moral supremacy than human rights:

United Nations’ banning of ‘teen’ cartoons violates human rights charter

Dear Media, What if

What if you were black and got pulled over by the police and the cop said to you, “Why, hello. I am stopping you today because I noticed how well you drive” and you both made the front cover?

What if the guy that risks being fired every day giving out food to homeless people in Maryland because “somebody has to do it” made the front page?

 What if your Mom made the front cover because she survived cancer?

What if your Dad made the front page because he survived years of covert depression that he couldn’t talk about?

 What if my father-in-law made the front cover because he swam across the Han River in January to escape what was once his home, North Korea?

What if a military veteran made the front cover because he cried in uniform?

 And what about the grandmother who had to bury a child but didn’t forget she had another?

 What if you made the front page not because you knew that director, politician, or founder but because you earned it?

What if you made it because you had courage in spite of your fear?

 What if you made the front cover because you are beautiful? You do understand what I mean by beautiful?

What if you made the front page because you decided to be yourself instead of somebody else?

What if it was more “trendy” to be famous than infamous?


written by Earl Yarington @2019 all rights reserved

Canine Mindfulness

My very first post … pretty funny.

Silence and Sexuality

If I were a canine only,

I could live by olfactory

And smell my way to mindfulness.


I could sniff any crotch I like,

And bite anyone’s ass in spite.

I could slobber all over your beautiful face

And dry hump anyone in your private little space.


I could lick my privates in public,

then thrash your pretty toes

and go out and urinate, even in a school zone.


I can bark when I like,

Without disturbing the peace,

And you would always take me for walks,

Never being too busy for me.


I can devour that sweet pussy,

Cat, but no blame in that

Because old dogs will always be just like that.


So, if I were a canine,

I could live the American Dream

Without making a damn thing,

And no matter what
shape or color,

I would never be called a “stupid motherfucker.”


I can caress drunken…

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Girls and Hogs

Adobe Stock under license

Can sex be an addiction?

Can a hog be sexy,

And if a hog is so,

Can anything go?


A curve,

A bump,

A handle,

A cherry

Muffler

Popping

Just before dawn?


Can sex be an addiction,

Then why do we punish it so?

Why is one dousing climaxing

Pleasure with pain a sicko?


I like chicks on bikes,

Girlish ones, with pigtails

Flaring out of hard-headed

Helmets,

Sleek and slight

Curvy bodies

Startling,

A Piston-pumping

Hog;


Vibrating every inch

Of her

Body,

The delicate but strong,

Taming Lusty Desire,

The danger

Caressing, vibrating just under

Her buttocks.


She strokes the throttle

And lets it explode

Down the road.


If sex be an addiction,

I gladly succumb to it

Only wishing to be a

Hog between some

Girlish driving legs,

Her tempting hands

On my trigger . . .

Gripping.


written by Earl Yarington @2019 all rights reserved