Nasampelan na ang mga Kano ng IED

Namatay daw sila dahil lamang sa paglilingkod sa iba (mga Pilipino?); ito ang  pahayag ng US Embassy sa Pilipinas sa pagkamatay ng dalawang sundalong Kano sa Jolo. Nasampelan na nga ang mga Kano ng IED na gawa ng mga teroristang gumagala sa Sulo. Gayon pa man ay bukas ang gobyernong Amerika sa ano mang kasundoan upang ipagpatuloy pa ng Visiting Forces Agreement. Pero ang katanungan, ngayon na nalagasan ng katropa ang mga sundalong Kano ano ang kanilang binabalak ngayon? Siempre hindi nila basta-bastang palampasin iyan. Gaganti at gaganti rin sila sa ano mang kaparaanan. Kaya maaga pa para magsaya ang mga bandido at terorista sa Sulo. Abangan nila ang paglipad ng kanilang mga Predators at pagulan ng mga bomba sa kanilang mga kuta.

Ngunit hindi ba bawal na gumawa ng ano mang hakbang na pakikigiera ang mga Kano sa Pilipinas? Ang tanging nagagawa lang nila ay ang magbigay payo at paniniktik sa galaw ng mga kalaban. Pero noon iyon. Iba na ngayon. Ito ang persepsiyon ng mga iba sa naganap na pagpatay sa  mga Non-combatant troops sa pamamagitan ng pagtatanim ng bomba sa daraanan ng kanilang mga behikulo. Ano ba naman kayong mga rebelde, mga gumagawa lang iyan ng mga kalsada at school buildings! Kung talagang gusto ninyo ang laban e di makipagbarilan kayo ng harap-harapan at di pa-traydor!

Of course lalong magiingat na ngayon ang mga tropang Kano. Siguro hindi na nila ipagkakatiwala pa sa mga katropa nilang Pinoy ang kanilang kaligtasan. Sila na ang magbabantay ng kanilang mga sarili. Malalaki na sila at alam na nila ang kanilang ginagawa. Pagaganahin na nila ang kanilang mga high-tech na kagamitang pangiyera. Kaya kayong mga rebelde at bandidong Abu Sayyaf ay humanda kayo. Galit na si Uncle sam!

Kung saka-sakaling gustong gumanti ang mga Kano at malilipol ang mga teroristang Abu Sayyaf at mga lost command na rebeldeng gumagala sa Sulo, aba malaking tulong ito para isulong ang kandidatora  ni Defense Secretary Gibo Teodoro sa pagka-presidente. Biro mo ipinangako niyang pupulbosin niya ang mga rebelde at bandidong Abu sayyaf
e di malaking karangalan para sa kanya kapag nagkatotoo ito? So action na mga tropang Kano. Paliparin na ninyo ang inyong mga lumilipad na bombang may telebisyon at computer pa. Bawat pagsabog ay may rebelding napapatay. Ala e, di ba mainam iyan nang magkaroon na ng kapayapaan sa Mindanao, Sulo, at Basilan?

Kaso hindi ganon kadali e. Kay liit ng Sulo, ilang libo nang mga tropa ang nandiyan nalulusotan pa sila? May mga hi-tech nang kagamitan, napaglalalangan pa rin sila at  napapatay ng kalaban? Sabi nga ni Gordon negosasyon hindi patayan ang sulosyon ng rebellion sa Mindanao. Pagusapan ang mga problema at hindi pagkakaunawaan. Kaso wala naman daw kuwentang kausap itong mga rebelde. Nakikipag-usap lang daw ang mga iyan kung nasusukol na sila. Ganon pala e di pulbosin na nga lang sila total hindi naman ang pamahalaang Pinas ang gagasta kung hindi ang Amerika? Kaya mga tson inumpisahan nila dapat ay tatapusin naman ninyo. Fight!

Oo fight, di lalong lalala lang ang sitwasyon at dadami ng husto ang sakit ng ulo ni Uncle Sam? Pero di ba may kasabihan ang mga militar, no pain no glory. Aba hindi naman kayo gano kaduwag ano. Ano pa ba ang silbi ng balikatan kung hindi ninyo ito magagamit sa mga kalaban? Magsasawalang kibo na lang ba kayo. Ang lagay parang mga aso na lang ba kayo ng nakabahag ang buntot pagkatapos malagasan ng tropa? Ipakita ninyo na kayo pa rin ang hari, kayo pa rin ang magagaling, at kayo pa rin ang mangingibabaw.  Ang tindi kaya ng inyong fire power?

Pero may katuwiran din kayong maghinay-hinay muna. Do not complicate the situation. A few months now will be a presidential election in the Philippines. Gibo Teodoro is a candidate. Cool muna kayo at hintaying manalo ang ating magiting na defense secretary. Ngayon kapag presidente na si Gibo, gawin ninyo ang inyong gusto. Combined Philippine and US troops, upakan na ninyo itong mga rebelde at nang sumaya naman ang bayan.

Sabagay wish ko lang ito. Sino ba namang matino ang papatol sa sinasabi ng isang hamak lamang na Kapitan ng Barangay na tulad ko? Pero kung type naman ninyo talagang gumanti, then go go go. Nasa likud lang ninyo ako nagtatago miles and miles away.

I Have A Big Butt, Look!

I Have A Big Butt, Look!

This time it is no joke. This beautiful girl “Milena” is amazing. She has this beautiful face but her best feature got to be that “Round and Bouncy Ass”. Oh my god! it was and incredible experience. I got to fuck this babe in all imaginable positions and when i asked her if she wanted to try my cock in her Juicy, bouncy, beautiful ass. She replied: yeah baby! i would love to. I don’t know if life can get better than this, i just know that Milena sure can fuck and give you a n awesome blow job and when she does it, she does it right. So get with the plan and play this video…You’ll love it!! Join here!

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Neden Böyle Etiketler?

~ Kedi

Yazı etiketlerine yapılan yorumlar, yazılara yapılanları geçtiğine göre, bir açıklama yapmam gerekiyor bu konuda… Bakın Türk insanı abazadır, eğer böyle etiket koymasaydık sitemiz şu anki konumunda olamazdı. İlk defa tesadüfen bu yazıda kullandıktan sonra, hitimiz 44′den 158′e yükselerek %300′den fazla arttığından dolayı sitemizin tanınması için bunu gerekli gördük, kapitalizm işte n’aparsın… Ama bunu da keseceğiz iyice ünlenince merak etmeyin, sapık değiliz. Hatta bu yazıdaki etiketlerden sonra, bir daha koymayacağım şahsen. Yeter çünkü bu kadar.

Adios!

PINOY TROOPERS AFRAID OF MICROPHONES?

Army spokesman admits military lack ground-level spokesmen By ROGER M. BALANZA Filipino troopers can be as brave as any soldier in the world. In the battle against the Abu Sayyaf in Julu, in the fierce combat with the communist New Peoples Army (NPA) rebels in the jungles of Compostela Valley or in firefights with the secessionist Moro Islamic Liberation Front (MILF) elements in Central Mindanao, you can expect the troopers to stand their ground, comfortably at ease with their guns blazing. Guns, yes, real guns. They are like toys to our soldiers. But microphones? They tremble at the sight of microphones! Philippine Army spokesman Lt. Col. Arnulfo Burgos openly admitted this fact, as he moaned lack of able spokesmen for the military. Burgos on Wednesday in Davao City, welcomed local journalists in the Seminar on Media Orientation for public affairs officers of the AFP Eastern Mindanao Command, as military attempts to strengthen media relations. Our troopers can handle guns easily. But they cringe at sight of journalists armed with microphones looking for an interview, he told Davao City journalists, who had complained instances of military officers shying away from making comments on vital issues. Journalists here also said lack of spokesmen hamper their efforts to get the military side. Burgos flew in here to attend the seminar for newly-established unit Public Affairs Office (PAO) under EastMinCom, which is composed of the 6th Infantry Division operating in Central Mindanao and the 10th Infantry Division with Southern Mindanao as its area of responsibility. Also attending the seminar were Lt. Col. Patricio Asto, 6th ID PAO head, and Captain Emmanuel Garcia, chief of the 10th ID PAO. Our troopers find their work an easy job. But being spokesmen is one that they try to avoid, Burgos said. Burgos however assured military would be transparent in dealing with media but asked that protocols be followed.         

Move It, Grandpa

Featured post by WiiMan on September 23 at 11:21pm

I hate it when I’m in line at the supermarket and an old lady in front of me decides to hold up the entire line by pulling out her checkbook to pay for a few items. I’m almost tempted to pay for her groceries myself with a credit card just to speed it up – wait, that bottle of Centrum Silver costs 26 dollars? Forget it. That’s a deal breaker. Well, if you’re like me, you might be happy to hear this story:

“Whole Foods Market Inc. is considering banning the use of personal checks at its stores and stopped accepting checks at two stores in the Los Angeles area as a test. The heads of these chains see check processing as a time-consuming. ‘Since most of our customers pay with cash, debit cards or credit cards, we want them to be able to check out as quickly as possible.’”

Okay, I lied. I’m actually NOT that happy about this. Why? Although a ban on personal checks may provide customers with faster service, we have to remember that this is WHOLE FOODS we’re talking about. Which means that society will have once again caved in to the annoying class of self-centered, organic-obsessed, tree-hugging Whole Foods customers. You know exactly who I’m talking about – the pretentious MILFs in line who carry their yoga mats in one hand and a six-dollar box of blueberries in the other, while tapping their toe impatiently because they’re late for yoga class. PUHHLEEEZ. Let me do you a favor, ladies: the next time I’m in front of you in line, why don’t I just save you time by shoving my checkbook up your yoga-tightened asses.

For these reasons, I say let the old people at Whole Foods have their checkbooks. Seriously people, we should let the elderly pay however they want. Who the hell should care if it takes a couple of extra minutes? And what the hell is yoga anyway? A character from Star Wars? Give me a break.

BBW MILF Mommy Looking To Get Spoiled

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Achieving M.I.L.F. Status Is Not All It's Cracked Up To Be

Achieving M.I.L.F. Status is not all it’s Cracked up to be.

If you’ve ever heard this acronym used in reference to you from one of your children’s friends, be afraid.  Be very afraid!  Yes folks, thanks to the ever so impressionable film American Pie some years back, the term spread like wildfire throughout the schools of America.  (If you don’t know the meaning please google it.)

I remember the first time I had the displeasure of being labeled this term while picking up my son from his freshman football practice.  It’s not like they even tried to whisper it as my son got in the SUV.  “Hey Nick, your mom’s a M.I.L.F.”  My head turned so fast I got whiplash.  My jaw dropped to the floor board and I looked at my son in horror.  “I can’t believe they just said that.”  “They always tease me about it.” he replied back.

“Can’t you just tell them not to say it? I’m your mother for god’s sake!” “Yeah I did, but they’re a bunch of horny teenagers.  Can’t you just come pick me up looking a little less made up?”

Was he actually insinuating I was somehow at fault for dressing the way I did or by wearing make up?  I thought long and hard about it and had such a complex with every subsequent curb side pick up.  So I tried his suggestion.  I went there one day in my sweats, disheveled hair, and unpainted canvas.

It was too late.  I had been permanently labeled with the scarlet letters. I may have just as well worn a tight fitting midriff T-shirt with the acronym splashed across my bosom.

For the next 4 years I had to endure comments at my son’s expense and shame. But alas, graduation day came and I gladly stepped down from my reign.  Only too happy to hand the title over to the next poor unsuspecting attractive Football Booster Mother.

When I see young girls walking around with T-shirts displaying “M.I.L.F in training” I can’t believe their parents would even let them out of the house….which brings me to the thought of how the t-shirt ever get there in the first place?

What is our younger generation coming to? I never thought I would hear myself utter those words…..god I’m getting old!

I'm a cocksucker first and foremost and I worship great cock.

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Seduction in the park makes my pussy very wet.

Read after, “The Sexy Stud for Hire”.

            Gavin didn’t stick around for very long after our cup of coffee. He did give me his number though, and I considered asking him up to my place, but didn’t. In my heart I wanted to seduce him like the sexy Goddess I write about in my book. I never realized that perhaps I was not only jaded from the bad break up experience I’d had, but shy.

            Get me naked Gavin and I won’t be shy.

            I smiled thinking about him. It had been a long day at the store again. I was curious what he was doing and contemplated calling him.

            My manager called me on my cell just as I turned my “close” sign for the night.

            “Delaynee, I think that you should consider this offer of writing a companion book,” he said. “This writer is motivated, and it would be a breeze for you to write. He’s sent me a sample of his work and you’d be compatible.” 

            I was standing at the coffee counter when I heard my front door open. Gavin entered the store and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

            Our eyes met and we both smiled. He made his way over to me as I gave my manager the brush off.

            “Thank you, but my wind of change has just blown in.” 

            I quickly hung up, and went to wait on Gavin. 

            “It’s closing time again.” I said. “Am I going to have to extend my hours just for you?” 

            “Perhaps…After all, you make great coffee, and have the best companionship to offer.”

            We smiled. There was something so sexy about him even though he smelled like gasoline tonight or axel grease. His clothes were covered in black smears and I could tell he had been working hard.

            “What do you do for a living?”

            “I mostly work on cars, but I flip houses on my nights and weekends off.”

            I wish you’d flip me.

            “So, let me get this straight,” I said gazing into those gorgeous brown eyes of his. “You’re a mechanic, and you do construction? When do you have time to read?”

            He smiled and without hesitation reached across the counter and kissed me on the cheek.

            “Mmmmmm, you smell good Delaynee.”

            Without so much as missing a heartbeat, he went into his explanation.

            “I don’t own a television, so I read,” he said. “And I do other stuff.”

            I was stunned. I wanted him to kiss me on the lips this time.

            No don’t! Don’t kiss him. Wait. It will be alright, just breathe.

            I smiled.

            We spent hours sitting in my book shop, chatting about life and love.

            My pussy was melting and I knew if I had to get up from my chair there would be a puddle.

            “So tell me, what inspires you to write about the Goddess?”

            Oh shit, I was going to have to answer this.

            “It just comes from a place deep inside my soul and I just write about what I . . . enjoy,” I said.

            His eyes got big with excitement and I’m pretty sure his cock did too. He knew how the Goddess loved to suck and worship cocks, I’m sure he figured I did too.

            But again, I brushed him off.

            It’s late,” I said. “We should get to bed.”

            He raised his eyebrow.

            We both broke into laughter.

            “You know what I mean.”

            “Delaynee, tomorrow night, why don’t you let someone else close the shop, and you and I go to a movie?” 

            I nodded.

            “Okay.”

            I could hardly sleep at all that night. I tossed and turned. I wondered if a guy that good looking and covered in grease could be so sexy, how amazingly hot he’d be once he showered and put on cologne.

            My employee’s were more than happy to close the store so I could go on a date. They knew it had been awhile and we’re so excited for me that one of them went out and bought me some new perfume while she was on her break.

            I slipped out of work 2 hours before my date. I took a long hot bath and did an extra close shave on my pussy because I was actually considering, maybe having sex with Gavin.

            After I blew my hair dry and curled it I put on a sparse amount of makeup. I checked my appearance in the mirror.

            I wore a simple skirt, cotton t-shirt and a pair of strappy sandals that made my legs look fantastic. I ran a brush through my long hair and sprayed a little perfume on my neck and rubbed some lip gloss across my lips.

            I was so happy that I called my manager.

            “I’m ready,” I said. “I’ll collaborate with another author on a companion book.” 

            “It’s too late,” he said. “The author has changed his mind.”

            I was a little disappointed, but not for long when Gavin knocked on my door.

            He looked so damn yummy when I opened it. He had on a pair of sandals, dress shorts and a simple t-shirt too. We could have been Barbie and Ken except we are both brunettes.

            It was a beautiful late summer evening. Gavin and I walked down the street to where they were showing a movie in the park.  

We selected a private spot beneath a tall tree, and gently lay a blanket across the grass. 

Gavin had brought a thermos of cider, caramel popcorn and a small lantern. We got comfortable on the blanket as a classic love story movie was projected onto the side of the building.

The warm glow of the lamp added the perfect touch of romance to the setting. We kept stealing glances from each other as he sat on his bottom, and leaned back on his hands.

“Come to me Delaynee.”

Right here, now? I wish.

I slipped out of my shoes and nestled in beside his warm body. We fit together like a puzzle pieces.

The cool night breeze blew my hair and at time gently brushed across his face. He’d lean his head onto mine and I could feel him kiss the top of my head.

This guy is so sweet and sexy. Meow.

Gavin poured me a cup of cider and playfully fed me some of the caramel corn. I played along and returned the favor.

We couldn’t take our eyes off each other, and soon forgot all about the movie.

My heart was racing. I felt like a teenager.

Gavin leaned down to me and placed a tender kiss on my lips.

            I was filled with mixed emotions and I could tell by the way Gavin was looking at me that he was waiting to follow my lead.

            I smiled.

            He knew I wanted him.

            He took our glasses and sat them on the side, off the blanket.

            He took me into his arms, and brushed his lips across mine again, lightly at first, then more passionately.

            We lay down on the blanket as the moonbeams washed our faces with its gentle light.

            The film played in the background while we discovered each others powerful sexual touch.

            I pulled back from him and whispered in his ear.

            “It’s been four long years since I’ve felt a man’s touch other than on paper.”

            “Mmmmmm, do you like it?”

            I continued to kiss Gavin and then guided his hand to my bottom.

            He pulled away from me and looked deeply into my eyes, making sure I was alright.

            “I’m not going to break.” 

            He kissed my lips, cheek, and earlobe. He made his way down my sweet neck, devouring my flesh with his moist lips. He gently rubbed my bottom, and I did the same to him.

We exchanged silent, private gasps of breath. We realized we were in public, but enjoyed the light petting of each others bodies outside our clothes.

Drip.

My cunt was starting to leak. It felt good. It felt right.

Gavin stopped kissing me and reached into his bag. He pulled out a book bound in a plain brown wrapper.

            “I have something for you Delaynee.”

            Holding me close, he turned up the lamp just a little. He quietly reads to me a story of two lovers that were destined to meet. I began to get into the story, and help him turn the pages. He would read a verse, then I would finish. He read another.

            “You’re different.  No one gets you.”

            I finished the verse.

            “Or at least that’s what you think.” 

            They turn the page, and it’s blank. 

            “It’s beautiful Gavin, you should finish it.” 

            “I wrote it for you, before I even knew you were you,” he said. “I call it, ‘Companion for the Goddess.’”  

            I realized that he was the author my manager told me of, and that he was the man that spoke to my employee. 

            “It was you?”

            “Now that I know you, I didn’t want to let it end.” 

            He pulled me to him in a loving embrace, and kissed me so deeply.

I gasped as I pulled away from him. I smiled a naughty smirk.

            “Ah ha…the Goddess has a playmate.”

            I took his face into my hands, and kissed him with every inch of my being. His taste was intoxicating, and I was hungry for him.

            We didn’t stick around for the movie to end. We headed back to my place to write our own bedtime story.

          Our to fuck each other into exhaustion… yum.

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“The New York City Bad Boy” is an erotic ROMANCE novella blog, and slowly builds the sexual tension. You must start at “The New York City Bad Boy” posting at the beginning of this blog and read every day after in order to read it in order. If you want short, steamy erotic  stories that get straight to the sex, check out “Cougar Stories” by Romance Columnist Kate Mercer on the RSS Feed

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