Have An Uber Christmas,Bloggies

Move over Malibu Barbie, your Uber likeness has just been officially made into a doll just in time for Christmas!

Listen up the 'I hate Uber' posse. You,too, can have hours of orgasmic pleasure with this limited edition Ubermouth doll.Kind of gives your whole lives meaning and purpose, doesn't it?

I have no doubt that these will be huge sellers! Bigger than Chia pets and rock stars!Maybe even Barbie herself.
I even come with my own 'Ken' doll ! [ I use the words 'come' and 'Ken' loosely,of course.] But if you're that way inclined, you could really have 'your way' with 'Ken'.He won't mind. I'll watch if it's all the same to you.

Now what could make for a better Christmas present than The Queen and King of Mean voodoo dolls ?

Go on ,you know you want to. You're worth it. Besides,think of it as 'therapy'. And Lord knows you all are in desperate need of therapy.



* Free bonus pins for the first 100 orders.

An American Defense: By Bamatrav

After giving Baht At of Bradford Vision free reign to express his opinions on American politics[which upset many American readers], I am delighted that the exceedingly talented writer,Bamatrav from All Things Crimson has decided to guest post,standing with flag in hand,on behalf of his country.

Cue Bam....

This is a poem in response to Baht At. I doubt seriously that you believe in Godalmighty as it has become the "in" thing or the "sexy" thing to do these days as most of Europe has decided to suck the terrorist dick and cave to cowardess instead of have the backbone of such a man as Winston Churchill and beat these Godless heathens back to the raping, womanizing, child killing ways of their own soil. Sleep tight you gutless fuck as the infiltrators move amongst you during your afternoon "tea" and plan your next subway bombing. DO NOT call on your "cousins" from across the pond to help you. Thank God for the IRISH. At least someone has balls over there in the Angle Land.

[I [Uber] am half Irish must be where I get my 'balls'.]


I Get High With A Little Help....

Hatefullness.
The thorn in our sides
The very bone of our being
Marrow that flows so freely
That even the Ganges and the Nile bow before it

Hate so heartfelt
That even Satan himself is frightened
Hate that leaves your mother ashamed
That she even labored in pain

A hate that God waits on
To pass his judgement
So much so that he
He that is HIM
He that is the WORD
HE who is HIM
Knows not your name

A hate that draws your blood
from your vein
Siphons your soul
Through with its pain

Only to leave you staring
To a splitting eastern sky
Staring in disbeleif
Key word disbelief
That you
Through you hate
and vemon
of your fellow man
Leaves you left behind.