Religion.

Religion: I don’t know where to start with this one. There is one thing I don’t get, religion and my money. What does God need money for? Is there a shopping mall in heaven we don’t know about? I don’t get why he needs my money. Don’t you think it’s time he (God) started making his own money? I don’t know about you but if my son could walk on water, people would be asking for soft loans from me not the other way around! Jesus needs to go out there and get a job. Something, anything, join a damn circus. He has more than enough tricks up his robe, he would have the crowd mesmerized. He would be like, “My name is Jesus and for tonight’s show, I’ll be walking on water. Can I get a volunteer from the crowd? Come on don’t be afraid, I got you. We can do this together; you just gotta have faith…”

If I had a son who could turn water into wine, I would have the biggest winery in the whole god damn universe! Money would be the least of my problems..

Let me let you in on a secret when dealing with ‘Christians’. Under no circumstances should you ever lend money to a Christian! You’ll never get it back! They’ll be like, “hey Joe, I’m in a bind, could you lend me a few notes? I’ll reimburse as soon as possible” No motherfucker, no! Jesus said he’ll be back soon. Look how that turned out. Two millenniums is not what you call soon, soon is going to the restrooms, soon is going out to make a five minute call, soon is me getting laid, it’s only a minute. I’ll be back soon! Sorry borrow your fellow Christians; they understand soon, I don’t.

Religion is meant to scare you into submission. Think about it, the first book in the Bible, Genesis. It says that God has always been; he has always existed… Be honest here, how many times have you thought about the origin of God only to shudder at the thought and start thinking about other things, you know, let your mind wander to other things. Questions like, where did he come from? How can he see all of us at once? When I get to that train of thought, I slap myself back to reality. If you think about it too much you could go insane, even for mad man like me. I think religion is bad for your mental health. A doctrine that scares the poop out of me is not something I would love to follow.

Oh and don’t you think it’s a little creepy that we call books inside another book, books? If there are books in the Bible, then what is the Bible, a super book? We have encyclopedias, why aren’t we worshipping the contents of the ‘books’ in it. For instance, a plant grows out of the ground without human aid. You’ll find that in the Biology section in the encyclopedia. That’s sophisticated shit right there, doesn’t it sound like something you may want to worship?

Somehow we just couldn’t stop at the chapter where the bible doesn’t say where Cain’s wife came from, we kept going… You know religion is messed up when you ask your Pastor where Cain’s wife came from and he tells you that that is the kind of question you’ll have to wait to ask God yourself!

The Ten Commandments: I have one in mind, the one about Murder. “Thou shall not kill”. I think we should be entitled to at least one kill because frankly the world would be a better place without some people. You know that one person who “wakes up” your ulcers, that one idiot who thinks you’re an idiot, that one dude who wants a piece of your current vagina girlfriend, that one girl (with better boobs than yours) who won’t leave your man alone, that one politician who only goes back to “his people” when he is “being targeted”, that one ego-maniacal asshole who treats everyone like he owns the very air we breathe..

I don’t get why it’s wrong for me do away with one asshole that we could all do without but it’s okay to take down the walls of Jericho and kill everyone in the city, kids, women everything! Remember the Israelites on their way to Canaan? If you were not on their side then you were as good as dead. Religion has been killing since the day it was established.

And it’s not just Christianity that I’m skeptical about, it goes all the way to every other form of worship. For instance A religion that believes that a cow is better for anything other than beef, skin and milk is a no go zone! While you are on your knees praying for whatever from this cow, it will be busy taking a shit or regurgitating the grass it had for lunch. A cow doesn’t sound like the kind of super being I would pray to. “You can’t eat the cow, it’s holy”, what’s going to happen if I eat it? Will I become wiser? Will your cow-god cease to exist? Isn’t there like one God? What do you want me to think of the other cows? Are all these other cows angels and shit? Get the fuck outta here!

Look at religious wars. Religion based war is bullshit. It doesn’t matter how good my god is, I’m not gonna off myself for him. Especially these cunts who blow themselves up for their religion. I’m pretty sure if your ever so powerful god wanted to kill people for their shortcomings he would find a more conventional way of doing it, you know like good old cancer, AIDS, drought, floods…  How do they convince followers to strap bombs to themselves anyway? I know it’s not just the virgins because even I can’t blow myself up for a virgin and I’m overly sex starved; it’s common sense that dead people can’t fuck, but then again common sense ain’t that common…

Way I see it, religion is stage managed. If God is all seeing-all knowing, doesn’t it mean he knew that Eve was going to eat the “fruit of knowledge”? He planned this whole thing. He knew the outcome, he knew man was an idiot and at one point (or the other) he would eat the forbidden fruit. Why create the fruit in the first place? That’s like coming up with the cure for AIDS then tell the patients not to take it because they will get cured.

“Don’t eat that fruit, you just might realize that you are naked and that your dick is short”, “don’t eat that fruit because you will start asking me where I came from”, “don’t eat that fruit because you’ll start asking where Cain’s wife came from and I don’t have the answers” “don’t eat the fruit because you’ll want to kill someone. That’s my job and I sure hate competition”

You know what they say, “…a man has to believe in something…” really? Do I have to? How about you live then die. That’s the only certainity that life guarantees. Oh, and in between living and dying, life will screw you every now and then.

Okay, enough with sacrilege. I can detect jeer flowing in your thoughts…

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Of Hospitals and Doctors

I can't say that I know what's wrong with ya.

I went away to re-invent myself, yea like I’m an invention, Negro please! If the bible is to be believed, I’m a freaking creation not an invention. I was out “re-creating.” Truth be told though, I wasn’t out there‘re-inventing’ myself. No, I was just chilling, you know, not getting laid as usual. I was having the time of my life. What the hell is ‘time of my life’ anyway? Stupid things people say. Like I met this dude, fresh from honeymoon and for lack of important things to talk about I asked him, “how was your honeymoon?” “It was great, I had the time of my life!” Oh really? Come on, it’s not like you can have the time of someone else’s life now, can you? But what do I know, it’s not like I invented the damn language. I don’t know shit.

Anyway as I was chilling shit happened. Bad things always happen when I’m chilling, fuck that. Like this one time I was just chilling at my crib (crib sounds rich, I’m not rich, I blame MTV) when a new text message made its presence noted on my phone, just a vibration. Well, guess what was the message, ummmm, I got dumped! Yeah, just like that. “…am sorry, we cant b anymo…”, that was the message. I wasn’t that heartbroken, ok I was a lil’ bit emotionally messed up but I didn’t make that the main beef. I replied, “..ok, no problem but it is I’m not am and it is can’t not cant (cant sounds like cunt, which you are) and you also left the e in be plus I’M pretty sure the word is anymore not anymo.. Have a nice life” Hey, bitch if you’re gonna dump me via text, the least you can do is use some grown up grammar. Shit.

Where was I? Oh, that’s right, shit happened… It was around four in the morning when I got a call. It was my sister in law. Now there’re few reasons why your sister in law would call at that ungodly hour:

1.) You have a thing going on with her and she’s horny.

2.) Someone over there is sick.

All other reasons can wait till daybreak, including death! Yeah, just pretend that whoever died is asleep, you’ll take care of it in the morning…

It was #2. My brother was sick and for the record it can never be #1. My brother would disfigure my ass! Yes, that’s right it’s not because I have morals, it’s because I would like to avoid an ass thumping at all costs!

Sleep interrupted! What the fuck is up with diseases striking at night? It interrupted one of the most vivid dreams I have ever had. I mean there I was making sweet love to Anna Torv, know her, that bish in FRINGE? Yea, I was on top of her and she was loving it, in fact she was glowing like she was from the other side! (Inside joke there, if you have watched FRINGE, you know what I mean.)

Dream time over, we had to take someone to hospital and have I told you that I hate hospitals? I don’t think anyone likes hospitals but my hate for hospitals is special. Like if this hot doctor called me over there for a quickie in her office on her lunch break, I would say no! That’s how much I hate hospitals. This time around I didn’t have the pleasure of saying no, when someone is sick, they need company on the way and in the hospital, you know because sick people don’t have brains and might get lost and shit… :P

Speaking of brains, do doctors have normal functioning brains? When he (my bro) went in to see the doctor, he didn’t get to know what exactly was wrong with him. The learned doctor didn’t find it necessary to tell him what was causing him so much discomfort. I was like, “did you ask?” he goes, “yeah, I did” I go, “…and?”, he goes “nothing! He didn’t say…” <– Serious grammar issues there btw. It’s a retarded thing I do from time to time with a retarded friend…

-> I was like, “hey look it’s a vagina on TV” and he was like, “…yea man, it’s a vagina…” then we were like, “dude that’s not regular TV, that’s the porn DVD Mary left us” and then I was like, “dude one of us needs to fuck Mary” and he was like, “…yea Mary is hot…” and I was like, “do you think Mary’s dick will get in the way?” and he was like, “…I don’t know dude, I have never fucked a shemale…” and I was like, “maybe fucking Mary is bad idea, she might jerk off and shoot my face” then he was like, “…dude you’re really nasty…” and I was like, “dude we’re talking about vaginas and shemales, we’re both nasty” and he was like, “…fuck you…” and I was like, “fuck you too” and he was like, “…well, fuck you more…” and I was like, “dude, that’s gay, maybe you should fuck Mary” and he was like, “maybe I will” and I was like, “do that and give him-her his-her DVD back, it’s mostly gay, maybe you’ll watch it together” then he was like, “…fuck you, we’re not friends anymore…” and I was like, “fine!”  and then he was like, “…I’ll cry now…”  and I was like “Fuck no, not in my house, get the fuck outta here!”

I don’t know why I had to squeeze that bullshit in this post. SMH!

Moving on…

Mr. Doctor, when I come to you with a symptom, I want to know what it is. What happened to straight answers? Most of these doctors don’t have answers to half the shit they’re treating you. They just inject you, prescribe medication and tell you to get the hell outta there. What the fuck? Tell me what’s wrong, I wanna know. Is it Malaria, Diarrhea, Hard shit? Imagine that, you go to a doctor and he tells you that you have hard stool. It is bullshit but it’s better than nothing. Give me a fucking answer, what am I suffering from? Is it HIV? Because I remember having sex with myself a few months ago, damn it was wild and I don’t know if I got infected. You never know, right? Just tell me what is acting up because I’m pretty sure that my condition has a name! If it has a prescription then it has a name. I need to tell people what I’m suffering from because the moment people ask you what you’re ailing from and you say, “…well I don’t know…” they’ll assume it’s HIV! Then you’ll be like “…I don’t have AIDS, my disease is nameless… What do I know maybe the doctor who diagnosed me with it is Nameless’ brother, you know the musician?” And did you know that it’s not a diagnosis if it doesn’t have a name? If the patient dies and there’s an inquiry, what are you gonna say, I diagnosed him with an unknown disease but treated him with the right medication. We don’t know what it is but we have a cure. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?

If a disease is that hard to describe, give it a random name like Vagina. Yea, give it a cool name like vagina. Do you know the kind of wild fun I’m gonna have with that disease. “Hey, I heard you are sick, what is it?” I would say, “nothing big, just a bad case of vagina, it’s been screwing me for the past three days. It came out of nowhere and it just kept on coming and coming…”

I think most (male) doctors are gay, why? The ass injection, that’s a bloody red flag. What happened to arm shots? They love ass way too much! You go in and immediately they sense an advanced case of Malaria, they tell you to strip. Wait a minute there tiger, there is an arm right here and I’m wearing a short sleeved shirt, so no stripping, just stick it in my left arm because I’ll need my right arm to jerk off later….! I remember this one time back in high school, I woke up one morning to find that while I slept, my lips became friends. They were real tight, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t eat and it was depressing. So I went to see the doctor and guess what he told me to do, strip my boy, strip. I have to give you a shot and admire your ass while I’m at it! Gay bastards! No wonder they never give straight answers.

I thought since I was in the hospital, I might as well get me checked out. I have this shitty feeling down my gut and sometimes I sweat a lil’ bit too much. I thought a female doctor might have a solution for my kind of uneasiness. We sat down, I explained things as they are, the back pains, elevated blood pressure, morning wood… :D (Ok, I didn’t say that last part). I gotta tell you, I didn’t see the answer coming (or in this case the question. You know women, they answer questions with questions). She looked at me straight in the eye and asked, “…son, when was the last time you had sex with someone other than yourself?” Wait, what? Then she continued “…the back pain is from jerking off too much, the blood rush is from the jerking off too much, the shitty feeling is from jerking off too much and the sweating as well.

The doctor then asked me if I would like to get tested for some other related diseases like high blood pressure. Sorry doctor, no tests, I fail in most of them and if my blood is high I will like it to remain that way. It’s not every day you find a stoned blood sample. Imagine that, the doctor carries out tests on your blood and it comes back positive. “Hey, it is official, your blood is high!” What kind of weed are you smoking? Introduce me to that shit, that’s a cool joint right there, I want my blood to be high too. Seriously though, I can’t take tests, the prognosis is good enough, I’ll just have a pussy for lunch and dinner.

I had to get the hell out of there; the doctors were trying to get me hooked on drugs. They were trying to get me addicted. No thank you, I have a home-grown drug problem. And when I say home-grown, I mean there’s weed growing in my backyard. Actually it’s not my backyard, it’s my neighbor’s lawn but he’s never there so I might as well ‘till’ it for him!

Oh and my brother, he’ll be fine. We still don’t know what was wrong with him but the meds are working. For now we’ll say it was a bad case of vagina…

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It’s been a year of some pretty insane stuff here. I thought that by now this blog would have gotten me some action down there but it seems like that will remain just that, a thought! {If you want to turn my thought into action, comment section is open, ahem *clears throat*} Moving on, the name Mad Blogger is one year old, can I get an ululation? No? Ok! :(

This is a huge accomplishment, like really huge. Yea, I know I have a huge dick ego but a year with a blog that is 50% consistent (ok 40%, 30? 20, come on, you’re killing me) is pretty huge, right? Speaking of consistency, I have been one inconsistent fuck in the past few months. I don’t know what is happening, it’s like I have a girlfriend or wife or both! You know how those take up all of your free time (and money)? I don’t know what has been keeping me away from here. I almost sought the services of a medicine woman but for some reason I didn’t go through with it… I think the sixth sense kicked in time. I played the whole going-to-mganga-kutoka-mbooni clip in my head and stopped while I still had some dignity.

Think about it for a sec, I head out to Ukambani, find the WITCH, tell her my ‘problems’, she commands the ghosts of her forefathers (and the fathers of her bastard children) to bless me and after parting with some cash she sends me away with a bottle of medicine (her cow’s urine or worse, her own waste) with simple instructions: spray this on your blog and you’ll practically ejaculate (she’s from MBOONI duh.. *whips hair*) killer articles on a daily basis. Ok, snap back to the land of the living, why go through all that trouble? It’s just a blog… or is it?

Since I didn’t make New Year resolutions at the appropriate time I think I should make them now in the New Year on this blog, so here goes nothing. I hope I won’t break them faster than I broke my virginity with my hand. Yea, I did not start exploring myself yesterday; my whole life has been sufficiently supplied with perversion.

Ok, let’s get this over with.

Resolutions:

  • Be consistent: Who am I kidding? I have a better chance of getting laid than being consistent. Taking into account that I rarely get laid, the situation here is dire.
  • Go to church: I’ll try this one, really I will and it would be easier if this hadn’t happened -> http://twitter.com/m_dblogger/status/171192671447166976. You know?
  • Get a girlfriend: Don’t laugh, I’m serious… Ok, I’m joking. The day I get a girlfriend, Sonko will make sense. Not that I don’t ever interact with women, I do. Thing is I would like to think I’m a freelance lover; I do the new thing in town and leave the carcass to hyenas!! :P Ok, that’s a lie right there, I’m a minute man, I would leave a virgin pretty much intact. :(
  • Be famous: Hehehe, this is for selfish reasons. I want to be famous so that I can get laid… I would like a situation where I walk up to a girl and introduce myself, “hey, I’m Mad Blogger” and she goes, “oh my gawsh, it’s you..” *drops pants* *spanks self* “please fuck me… :D ” <- Ignore that one. Shit ain’t gonna happen.
  • Write a book: With this I’m as serious as a constipated Nyeri woman with a drunkard for a husband. I feel that if I sat down and wrote a book titled “How to satisfy your nyeri woman” it would be an instant best seller. I would be famous and take care of the resolution above.
  • Do stand up comedy: Seriously, I have been playing with that idea in my head and this time around I’ll do it. Yes, this time around when I get myself a ‘chipo’, I won’t dim the lights. I’ll undress as she watches. If points as she laughs hysterically, I’ll have successfully pulled off my stand up act. You never know she might be a Hollywood producer with the “Small Schlongs Productions” and sign me up!

Ok, those are not resolutions… it’s random bullshit with the flare of self a centered bastard.

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Ivy M. (@njeshsta)

Ivy M.

The Word ‘Asshole’ (n): The guy who never replies to a letter as charming as this one. I have no excuse Ivy, I’m an asshole. I deserve a serious tongue lashing especially on the crotch region! ;) Ok, bull dung aside, this would look like a letter but I never paid any attention in class. i.e I don’t know how to format a letter. iApologise.

Anyhu, I’m no longer in school Ivy, I dropped out! You shouldn’t be shocked everyone saw it cumming (excuse my grammEr, it’s been a while since I wrote anything.) Let’s say me and education were not cut out for each other, especially Maths. I mean who cares about two men digging a shamba at the speed of x acres/hour and four men digging the same shamba at the speed of y acres/hour? Ask me about two men digging a girl at 55 thrusts per minute and four men at the same speed and I’ll tell you that that girl is a hoe!

Since my school life was heading nowhere I tried to be a driver, tout, assistant tout, butcher (pale ngara) but I failed at all. I would tell you what my current vocation is but it might land me in the cooler for the better part of my youth. Let’s just say that I’m in between jobs and between other things, like legs… <– See what happened to me since you left? I’m a total jerk, the kind that your parents warned you about…

To answer your question, the one about bhang, I have this HIGH feeling that you already know the answer… <– I hope that answers your question. Now about my two friends, Mike and Chalo, { it’s Kyalo, yes? You always had problems with Kamba names…} well, they have been busy… They got your INSYDA {pay attention to the word INSYDA} shout outs right before I walked out on education and it kinda got them mixed up. Either that or they were born the way they’re now… See, after the INSYDA, shout outs they kinda developed an inside thing of their own…

In simpler terms, they are now inside each other most of the time they’re together. Do you see why I think your INSYDA thing had a hand in their being #muffledkillers? As in INSYD-HER, you know, one of them has to be the girl in their arrangement, right? I was thinking my future was fucked up but as it turns out, theirs is shit, like literally!

I would love to keep writing, there is so much I would love to share with you but I can’t stay in one place for too long. I have recently become a person of interest… Yes I have all sorts of people interested in me and for the wrong reasons!!

From what I hear, Valentine’s day is at the next corner. I hope you got yourself a man to take you out cause let’s face it, your hand won’t talk to talk to you after the deed, not that the man will but he might say something in his sleep, like his ATM pin or his safe combination… You never know, right?

Write you soon Ivy, don’t ever lose that smile… :)

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The Minute Man

It's time you came...

This place stinks, it stinks like last year. Mad-blogger.com has 2011 written all over it. SAD! Ok, end of grief. Lets’ get back to business (what business?) Anyway, how are y’all doing? From the little I can gather, some of you pinched noses, snatched weaves, drew bonokos, started political parties, vowed to run for office no matter what the Hague says, fought spouses with sugar-canes, website owners hacked into their own websites and put up SOPA/FIFA/FKL/URP/ODM/UDM/PIPA/G4S shit on the front pages, slept with the neighbor’s wife… ummm that last part was me. :D What a way to kick off 2012!

What is SOPA anyway, Sex On Papa’s Arms? No? Ok, then it’s Sex On Papa’s Ass – That doesn’t make much sense, I apologize. I’m that much addicted to sex that I think anything and everything is somehow connected to sex. You would think I’m a master in love making, I’m not and I embrace it.

Yeah some of us are a minute men, and don’t be shy about it. Embrace it, live with it. Don’t take drugs to lengthen the experience. Take your minute of hard action and be glad that you can get it up. There are some men who have forgotten how an erect penis looks like; you should be grateful you ain’t one of them. Also don’t try some techniques to make it last longer… Our doctors (sexperts) are full of shit; they’ll tell you to try the silliest of things to satisfy your partner. Who said I want to satisfy my partner? Me sleeping with a lady is to satisfy me. If I get satisfied in a minute and she doesn’t, that’s her problem.

I have my one minute and I can take that to the bank. (That phrase maybe out of context)

What the sexperts suggest you do to cum later is too difficult for a man of a weak scrotal sac. I’ll list a few & let you see how absurd that shit is:

  •  Go to your happy place: This means if you feel that you’re about to climax, say a minute into it, then stop thinking about sex or the woman under/on top of you and let your mind wander into other stuff that make you happy. Ummmm what? My happy place is between this woman’s legs. What other happy place do you want me to think of? Fuck you let me cum early!
  •  Pull out: Okay, this is a bit reasonable but here is the thing, I’m not a porn star. I can’t pull out, really I can’t plus why would I wanna pull out? It’s so good in there and I want to be in there for the whole damn minute. Heck, I’ll even do a “Kemboi dance” after my award-winning performance.
  • Contain your excitement: Bullshit, how the fuck am I supposed to contain my excitement when I haven’t had sex since last year. Yea I know last year is just last month but still…
  • Sex position: Apparently missionary is one bad motherf… Oh, I don’t know something about supporting your body, pressure, blah blah blah, you cum early! What, these fucktards want me to change my favorite sex position too? I wouldn’t be surprised if they suggested you do wheelbarrow style. Unless my lady will be ferrying potions of ballast from point A to B as we do it then there is no way we’re gonna do it wheelbarrow. I rode wheelbarrows as a boy and there is no way I’m gonna do it as man. Do you know how stupid wheelbarrow position looks like? The mental image is wrong that I’ve just spat on my keyboard!
  • Cool down skills: Good goth, what? When I read that the first thing I asked out loud was, ‘really have you ever had sex?’ A pussy is anything but cool so don’t tell me to try ‘cool down skills’. Keep that shit to yourself!
  • Talk to your partner: iCant! Most of my ‘partners’ are chipos. How do you even begin explaining to your clande that you’ll only take a minute of her time? Bitch will walk out on you before you even raise it. This is actually one of the reasons some of us are ever single because, trust me, you don’t want to disappoint the same lady twice. If it’s a girlfriend, she will dump your lame ass dick and if it’s your wife she’ll fuck your neighbor and make sure you know it. Yeah, your neighbor can gerrit, you cunt.
  • Control your breathing: Ha Ha Ha, that’s funny. What do they mean by control your inhale and exhale? What, did sex suddenly become yoga? I don’t want regular breathing, it is sex, the breathing during fore-play is already out of the self control zone, what of when “shuma iko ndani?” Controlled breathing comes with relaxation and relaxing is possible right after climaxing. That shit is just plain undoable.

To be frank, I tried the sex position one. Yea I tried something different the last time I got laid (which is like a century ago), instead of missionary, I tried cow girl. It was great, not that I lasted longer, it was the very same minute but this time around I didn’t do the hard work. She did all the mounting, ingenious, ain’t it? :D

Anyway, I’m not a total jerk, I’ll go down on you to try and ameliorate the situation. Yea, to some people the word ‘ameliorate’ is a big one. That’s me trying to make you forget I’m a minute man. I think it’s working… NOT.

Moving away from that… Who has seen my sex life? I hear it was last spotted under a Mango tree, place of it is last action. If you do see it, please mail it to me <! –me@mad-blogger.com –> Ladies, somehow that is a pick up line.

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