SADOMASOCHISM, what a motivator. A sexual connective that men are driven by. Make mine USA President Bush , grant me orders to git more form , buddy. Dont you know I help al qaeda all the time and stand up for them openly in hemet , your own services of fbi and such know I advocate your assassination by petition of the government and tell you to fuck dead buddy, so be a good bloke and send me to the marines, let them be my conservators a good long intensive tour, I rather sport and seek it.
If I was President, I would have America on Boot Camp and know to help your neighbor rigor, a national law I would pass, suspending or outlawing all state torture of convicted and detained good or bad, the issue is our national pride, our better manhood to me, I am not a brother to cowards but a brave Lord I service. I am not able to walk after such men, their ways detest me, pre-emptive strike. I detest it and say it is un-christian and dirty and cowardly and not better manly and I wont support it because I support the man who is upright, not befallen and the God in me above the Gods outside me.
Boys, for me, I love rough and ready Old School Marine mixed with some sick new age shit, them shock jocks and other controls if set to a training level accountable to impression loyal bearing morale protection that I be one hard held man, grunt Marine Corpsman in Volunteer Reform Contract Marines simply because of who the fuck I am, THE BEAST 666 and what more hath I say?
Yes sir, cold showers from a hose just ready outside the cell when drill master Marine M.P.s come bursting in AM DAY REVILE, the hard metal door clanging open and whoosh cold water pouring over the skin after a hard night chained spread eagle on the back , neck and other areas secured against self touch and demanded on as property the crew will not allow to fail muster and function, this is impressment and it is forced or coerced boot, in the brig 24/loyal the Marines rule its ass in serious reform old school shave it break it and remake it brig boot.
I tell you, I am game for all sorts of hell, lets spar, pugil and wrestle, lets pump iron, calestenics and swim, mean grunt push me please and seriously develop me, I have no other desire then to live so a good mans life, clean cut and secure. Why is hate always in your hearts and you wonder why I hate the world over. I am A mirrorrica and I am named Beast in these blogs am I not? Beast, where on earth is the Beast of Man, that Demonic Man of God? Here I Am.
You bet, swats was the rule in my day, home, school, military, prison, the unhappy child to the hard con got ass blisterings with a strap and it services a good function I believe. I have a passion for barber rings, yes sir, military police shave a hippy is quite excitive to me, I love transformations, the iron hand of the man set on the nape of the bucking bark boot who wants out, oh yeah, come on, belly up to the barber buddy they says, your getting put in the prison barber deluxe chair stud. Oh hell, just chain it spread eagle and guards do the job. I have no heart to make it die, to maim it, it wants tats of the trade and I would like seeing it get them and all the other desires it loves for. Yes sir, my boy, me, I am one demonic devil dog doc for sure, I like it crammed under boot and step set cadenced, I like it stripped and checked and inspected and assuredly regulated, what is wrong with me, fix it or shut your protests for you are no good for any if your not good for all. I cry for restoration, I say make American men stronger and Clean Cut Upright,my only sin is gluttony, I am a glutton for everything brig boxers barber boot. I want to be under my Drill Masters and in the chaos I find rest, an eye of my own calm.
Oorah, I want to fight for my Dad D.I. and take it thick iron side and all.
