When I was about 13 I got sent to my room for a belting. I stuffed c9mic books down my pants before he got there. He came in and gave me three or four whacks and stopped and asked me wth? That pissed him off even more, and I had erroneosly thought he'd have a sense of humor about it. Boy, was I wrong! Got it without pants, and got it good.

Don't be the darkness.

America will perish while those who should be standing guard are satisfying their lusts.