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Hamtackle 2012: A Super Tuesday Reminder

Greetings, my fellow Americans. It has been a long couple of months in the independent campaign of Hamtackle 2012, as I have been unable to secure adequate funding to get on the ballot in any of the Super Tuesday state primary elections. We are still working towards a strong showing in the general election as a write-in candidate, so I wanted to make sure the expansive Popular Irony viewing electorate were properly introduced to the current set of options for the presidential election this year. So please take a moment to read over this brief profile of each of my competitors, and remember to keep your hopes high for Hamtackle in 2012!

The republican primary season is reaching a crossroads today as voters line up and bend over for their rapist of choice. Expected to penetrate deepest and with most frequency is Mitt Romney, who is best described as an extra-terrestrial's best approximation of an American presidential candidate. I would welcome the opportunity shake hands with Mitt, not for some kind of gesture of political support but rather to quell my sneaking suspicion that his flesh is a cold silicone shell protecting his vital circuitry components. As a man that makes over $50,000 every day, he makes no effort at all to hide his unfamiliarity with the rest of the country. In perhaps his biggest political gaff yet, Mitt Romney admitted to profiting handsomely from an illegal ring of gladiator-style orphan fighting that was funded by the online sale of the tears of crying rape victims.

But he is not alone, as Romney's vie for the batshit vote is being challenged rather successfully by Rick Santorum. Santorum is a man with radical views about the direction of America's future, and believes rather strongly that the government must establish a new investigative branch that specializes in the sexual habits of private citizens in order to prevent what he would categorize as "moral decay". His belief in small government is so strong that his presidency would create an administration small enough to fit into your bedroom to protect you from you own free will. In Rick Santorum's perfect world every sexual act would result in pregnancy, and each reluctant parent should be solely responsible for their unwanted spawn's education and health care. That's right, no more contraception and no more public school system.

Perhaps the only thing preventing the successful defeat of Mitt Romney by Rick Santorum is the fact that many of the sheep-like religious conservative voters that will NEVER vote for a mormon are tied up in support for Newt Gingritch, who is currently beating out a competitive field for the support of the "bigot" demographic. He has been able to stay in the race despite being personally disliked by the countless Americans that have never met him, and even more so by the unfortunate few that have. He is a prominent adulterer and hypocrite of note, being on the receiving end of several well-documented extra-marital blowjobs from now-wife Calista on congressional property while simultaneously orchestrating a political witch hunt agains then-president Bill Clinton for doing the same. His talent is being snide, pompous and hateful, all of which are core virtues of the GOP elite. His polling numbers have dropped like a stone since late last year, leaving him in a virtual tie for last place and a nearly 30 point polling fall.

And any discussion of unelectable last place republican presidential candidates is never complete without mentioning Ron Paul. This man has all the charm of the quintessential small-town grandfather, with all of the outdated ideals one would expect. He has the fervent support of the youth demographic, which predictably translates into limited voter output. The greatest draw to this candidate (besides his assertion that all drugs should be legalized, which accounts for roughly 80% of his popularity) is his consistency on every subject without fail and his willingness to stand by an unpopular opinion with unwavering stubbornness, much as one would not be surprised that their elderly grandfather shit himself and stewed in it until his family discovered it from smell alone. His ultimate goal is to pass along all federal responsibilities to the state government, pretty much absolving his administration from any responsibility whatsoever.  So voting for him is kind of like making your place kicker team captain. He also holds the distinction of being the only candidate still in the race to have failed to win a single state so far, earning him the leftover pity votes that are cast in objection to the quality of the remaining field this election season.

These men stand united agains what they term to be the greatest threat to America, namely sitting president Barack Obama. Obama seeks re-election in the face of one of the most challenging presidential terms in memory, inheriting two active wars and an economy in freefall. He is criticized by the left for renewing the Patriot Act, failing to deliver a single-payer system to control health insurance rates that could fluctuate wildly with a personal mandate, being slow to respond to humanitarian crises in Syria and Libya, and for failing to live up to the message of "hope" and "change" that became his motto in the last presidential cycle. He is criticized by the right for baseless claims that he is a secretly foreign-born muslim extremist that is just waiting for the right moment to enact sharia law and reign as the second-coming of Joseph Stalin in a new American socialist state. To be fair, under his presidency there has been a reversal of downward economic trends, Osama Bin Laden and Moammar Gadhafi are dead, a universal heathcare plan complete will patient's bill of rights has been passed, and just recently both Iran and North Korea appear willing to work with the international community toward monitoring their nuclear programs.

So there you have it, America. All losers down to the last candidate. Expect to see a revised and reanimated candidacy for president from yours truly, Hamtackle. I hope to see a dropout or two after tonight's results are final and will address you, the people with my short list of choices for my vice-presidential runningmate. Until then, just thank your lucky stars that Hamtackle is waiting to represent the REAL America.

Let's Make Dessert!

Get yer goddamn tastebuds ready, because we're making dessert tonight! This delicious mess is called "The grapioca-ketchup burrito". This one goes great after any garlic-heavy entrée and does a number on the residual flavor the chronic belching delivers.

To create this culinary masterpiece you are going to need:

  • 1 flour tortilla
  • 1 tapioca pudding snack cup
  • 3 tablespoons grape jelly
  • ~10 pickled jalapeño slices
  • 3 tablespoons ketchup
  • 2 servings of whipped topping
  • 1oz vodka (optional)

First you will need to prepare the tortilla for the gastric raping you are about to inflict upon it. As a courtesy, I like to splash some vodka on mine to keep it supple and submissive after a quick 20 second trip in the microwave. This way it won't fight back until it's too late.

Take the tapioca snack cup and dump that bitch on the steamy tortilla. Get your fingers in there and knead the tapioca in, so it becomes one with the floury skin underneath. Don't worry too much about technique here. The delicious will happen on it's own.

Now spoon in that grape jelly! So far so good, right? That's because it's fucking delicious, and don't you forget it. Why tapioca doesn't already come with grape jelly in it I will never know.

But this burrito needs to bite back! That's why you add jalapeño slices to your preferred spice level. Tip: If you add fewer than five slices then you are a pussy, and pussies have no business eating grapioca-ketchup burritos.

And what goes great with jalapeño slices? You guessed it... ketchup. Spray the vinegary sauce all over your tortilla canvas like Peter North. If you are so inclined, videotape it. I guarantee at least 10,000 hits on youtube if you get the lighting right.

Wrap that puppy up, folding the bottom up and the sides over like a tasty envelope. Once rolled you may have to suppress the urge to deep-throat the tortilla tube and drain it's contents down your gullet. Do not be alarmed, this is a natural reaction. But you are going to want to savor every bite, and such aggressive consumption would rob you of the pleasure.

Ok, we are almost ready to tear into it. Just add the whipped topping and another liberal dash of ketchup to finish it off. Remember that ketchup has a lot of sugar in it, so it goes great with any dessert. Don't be shy with the stuff or you won't be able to look your children in the eyes.

I split mine in two for presentation purposes only, and I have no intention of sharing this delectable pile with anyone else.  I enjoyed it so much that I awoke two hours later with no memory of having eaten it, but stained with the gooey remnants all over my face and neck.  This dish is very powerful, capable of eliminating any hunger and replacing it with a deep shame that can take hours to recover from.

As a footnote, I would feel uneasy without full disclosure. I suffered for many days with severe colonic distress after eating this for the first time. I shat so vigorously that afterwards I had to take a shower and check if my balloon-knot came untied. But after forcing it upon myself over the years I have grown to tolerate it quite nicely. I hope you will have the same determination.

I Love The City Bus!

You know what really pisses me off? People that talk bad about the city bus system. There is no finer example of human transit than the beautiful city bus! How else would you get the multicultural exposure needed to truly appreciate this fine city's ethnic diversity?

I get no greater pleasure in life than handing over my $2.25 to the never-smiling elderly gentleman driver and wading through the bovine masses that populate the first ten rows (less distance to walk, you see) and past the four teenage gang members that hang out in the aisle just waiting for you to bump into them, to the back of the bus where only the most experienced passengers are able to stand the stench of stagnant pools of homeless urine. There is no other way to experience the city!

One time I watched an obese woman eat an entire jar of mayonnaise with a spoon! She barely took a breath between spoonfulls, and made it from opening the seal to discarding the jar in just twelve city blocks! Now you couldn't PAY most people to do that for your entertainment, and here she is on display for FREE!

And another time I watched a drunk guy pass out with a full-on erection in plain sight! There were two guys that looked like they were going to rob him, but turned tail when they caught a glimpse of it. I mean, what an amazing defense mechanism! This drunk has evolved to display an aggressive erection to prevent being victimized in public. Ingenious!

As far as I'm concerned the longer the trip on the public bus system the better! When you have to make transfers you can really bump into some interesting people. Once I ended up on a filipino bus that had an incredibly dangerous vibe, then I looked behind me and saw a man with a rifle sitting next to children! I was so taken with their cultural authenticity that I snapped a photo! The man was so flattered that he pointed the rifle at me and started shouting, just so I could enjoy a genuine inner-city bus riding experience! How great are these people?

I am almost glad that I ran over that toddler while blind drunk and lost my license. Without that happy tragedy I would have never been exposed to the awesome world of the city bus system! See you later... On the bus!

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Lamar Verdana, M 38yo 5'11 209lbs

Hey, you sexy lady. I am living in America for 12 years now and am now working in restaurant as a waiter. But I am working very much to become a model, as I have a very good body and very sexual eyes. I am looking for American woman that has a good job and no childrens, and that might like to ride motorcycles.

I am often playing online video games, and I am a very desirable ally in many guilds. If you do not also play online games then you should probably start them because I do mostly the games all day long. Working in restaurants makes you work all the time in the evenings, so I am awake for very strange hours.

My body is very good shape, and I make lots of exercising to stay sexy to women. My lovemaking is very enthusiastic, and even when I am not with a women I practice very much to stay good at it. If you want to meet me for lovemaking I will be very happy for it, but you will have to ride trains to get here because I never own car license.

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Oleg Petroslav, M 32yo 6'2 248lbs

Hello, women of America. It is I, Oleg of Belarus. I am now looking for beautiful American ladies since I have left my home to pursue my bodybuilding career. I enjoy large, pale women that are able to both cook hearty meals and swing a wood axe. A fertile womb is a must-have.

My personal time is spent frolicking in water, and I am very proficient at swimming. I am also very interested in fine, classy tattoos. I despise trashy tattoos, but mine are all very artistic and beautiful. I will soon be covered in tattoos, but I do not like woman to have tattoos because it ruins the beautiful, pale flesh.

No woman can resist my massive and beautiful body. All ladies that send me messages should not be discouraged if I do not immediately respond, as I expect to have some difficulty keeping up with the volume. If you would like more pictures of me I can send them to you if you send me $12 American dollars to develop my disposable cameras.

The End of Natural Selection

For billions of years the earth has been in balance with itself, and has long sustained a constantly evolving biology driven by the variables of reproductive success. The ingenious way this is achieved is through the death or sterilization of the weakest among a given species' ranks. If every monkey but one was able to climb trees, he stood a higher probability of being eaten by predators. If a particular dinosaur was born with an uncontrollable urge to gnaw off it's own genitals then it was much less likely to breed successfully and pass along those undesirable genes. Then came mankind.

We have managed to overcome that natural balance and create a bountiful and lush environment for ourselves to rapidly reproduce. Where it is cold, we make warm homes. Where it is hot we air condition. And when someone is born with their brain and lungs on the outside of their body, we stuff them back in, sew them up, and send them to school to be educated. Not surprisingly this has given rise to some rather unfavorable genes still floating around in our society.

And before you get up on your high horse and accuse me of advocating genocide, I would like to to point out that this problem will have no consequence for humanity in any way. You see, in order for us to degrade our genepool to the point that we are no longer viable and become extinct we would need to survive many thousands and millions of years from now. We all know that we will either destroy the earth's ability to sustain us and we will starve, we will destroy all society and culture in world wars, or both, long before we suffer on evolutionary terms.

Want proof that natural selection is dead? I will provide several examples of modern body modification practices that have their roots in medieval torture, all with glorious pictures you can cringe at. If we are to the point of inflicting these atrocities on ourselves willingly, then we have retained genetic markers that should have long ago been selected out of the genepool.

We start with the most famous torture/execution method in history, crucifixion. You see, this method utilizes nails to suspend someone from a structure and cause their body weight to tear their flesh and leave them to suffer in agony. The modern equivalent is done with stainless steel hooks that pierce the skin, and is quite common among counter-culture groups.

Another torture practice is known as flaying and consists of the removal of the skin, usually in long strips. This is one of the more universally feared torture methods, for obvious reasons. But some body modification enthusiasts still pursue this horrible procedure. Although quite intricate and artistic, the scarification process makes my skin crawl (pun intended).

The act of quartering is basically the forceful removal of the limbs, usually after tying arms and legs to horses and setting them all running in different directions. This is a truly ferocious method of amputation and spells certain death for the accused. The modern equivalent is surgical amputation, from the toes (pictured here) to full limbs.

The final example is particularly brutal, and is known as "the pear of anguish". This contraption is inserted into the vagina or anus and cranked until the device blossoms, causing severe distention in the sensitive tissues and assuring infection. The same concept is applied regularly in the pornography industry, as well as in private sexual practices. It is interesting that this terrifying act has evolved into a pleasurable one, as indicated by her sincere smile.

So there you have it, readers. You have now been enlightened to the evolution of torture and it's implication on the decline of observed natural selection in the human race. There is no need to thank me, but you're welcome anyway.

A Man, A Musket, And A Murder Vol 9

The executive elevator was crowded by the presence of two near strangers on a mission. Vic Musket had one friend in the world right now, and he was standing next to him as they descended to a subterranean parking garage. Bertram deactivated an alarm from his pocket and a pair of BMW headlights flashed in response, catching Vic's eye.

"God damn. That's a nice car." He said.

"I know. That's why I hope you wont be offended when I make you sit on a blanket. You're filthy, Vic. And that is leather." Bert was quite sincere.

"No problem, Bert." Vic waited until the precious interior was sufficiently protected, then sat down in the passenger seat slamming the door quite hard. Before Bert could protest Vic had already lit a cigarette.

They were headed to meet a lawyer in a hotel room a few miles away. The men were following instructions given from the DA, who was under serious pressure to solve the horrible murder Vic was accused of. Vic remained suspicious of the DA, but was convinced Bert was an ally. He just hoped his pull could get him out of this, or at least keep the case open if he had to do some time. After a short drive the men arrived at a tall building that was covered in glass windows and surrounded by scrambling tourists and convention-goers.

"They said he would be waiting in the lobby. I sure hope this doesn't take long. I have to take a shit like you wouldn't believe." Bert said rather dryly, surprising Vic. He seemed like he had about as much personality as the suit he was wearing, but maybe Vic had him all wrong...

The two men walked into the hotel lobby and were immediately approached by a smiling, obese mexican in a tee shirt and shorts. "I take it you are Vic Musket. They told me you couldn't be missed." The man said, drawing an aggressive stare from Vic. He didn't like someone having an edge on him, and said nothing in response. "Follow me, guys. I have a room on the sixth floor." The man started off to the elevator.

"Before we head up, do you mind if I use the restroom?" Bert asked. He appeared to be sweating.

"Of course. I think it is down the hallway, on the other side of the bar." The lawyer gestured, and Bert was off without a word at a pace that indicated he was desperate. "By the looks of it he might be awhile. Care for a drink, Mr. Musket? I'm buying..."

"Well if you twist my arm..." Vic grinned.

Bert was befouling a bathroom stall in a very loud way, and had been for the better part of a half hour, when he heard a loud crash and some shouting. The words replayed in his head... "down the hallway, on the other side of the BAR" He sprung to his feet and burst out of the stall door, still buttoning his fine trousers and slightly shitting himself in the process. He just hoped Vic was fighting strangers, and not the lawyer.

To be continued...

The Talk

Billy, sit down. We need to have a talk. I spoke to your teacher yesterday and she told me you have been a little... curious with the girls in your class recently. Now I don't want you to be embarrassed, son. This is really a normal thing that all boys go through when they are your age. Even me!

But we need to make sure you can control your feelings and respect the bodies of other people. It gets easier as you grow older, and soon you will understand why. You know what I'm talking about right, Billy? The way your underwear gets crowded when you look at girls? Well it is totally natural.

You see, boys have cocks and girls have cunts, and cocks and cunts really enjoy each other's company. So when you look at girls your cock wants to meet the cunt and spit on it. The way your cock tells you what it wants is by growing and shouting things in your head. It says things like "Go touch Susie's underwear while you have the chance. She won't be bending over forever!", and "I want to meet your teacher! I'm not going away until you show me to her!". But you have to ignore your cock almost all the time. If you ever do what it tells you when you are in public then the police will come and take you away. They may keep you in a room for a long time, and even after the let you go home they will tell everyone in your neighborhood that you are a boy that can't ignore his cock. People will be afraid and angry at you.

But some day a girl will let you talk to her more than once, and she might even smile at you. And if you say really nice things to her, and maybe give her a little money, she might introduce you to her cunt. But make sure that you NEVER ask to meet it. Girls are very protective of their cunts and get angry if they think you are trying to meet theirs without being nice to them first. And if you do meet her cunt, you can kiss it and pet it, but be careful not to scare it. It will hide if you make any sudden moves. Let the cunt come to you, son.

If your meeting goes well then you might be able to introduce it to your cock. By that time it will be very eager to socialize, but don't pull it out to quickly because you might scare the cunt back into hiding. You should be able to tell if the cunt wants to meet your cock because it will start foaming at the mouth. When they first meet your cock will try to attack the cunt, but will eventually be overpowered and get eaten by the cunt. Don't be alarmed, this is normal. After a little while your cock will get a little aggressive and spit in the cunt's mouth.

Before allowing this to happen you may want to install a hat on your cock, which can prevent all kinds of sicknesses that your cock can catch. It will even stop something terrible from happening, because cunts sometime throw up BABIES! That's right, after cocks and cunts meet and the cock spits in the cunt's mouth the cunt sometimes throws up a bunch of blood and mucus that turns into a baby. That's how all babies are made, and it is a very disgusting and painful process that should be avoided at all costs, unless you are old and lonely.

So that explains about why you keep wanting to touch the girls in school, and why you can't act on those thoughts. Now remember everything I just told you, son, because we will never talk about it again and the world expects you to act like you can't hear your cock screaming in your brain all day long, because that is what being a man is all about. Now let's take a look at your homework...

Perfect Darque with D. Mona Darque

D. Mona Darque

 I was asked to support Popular Irony by submitting some of my original artwork, so whatever, here it is. I just finished three paintings and they are still wet. I hope you can handle true feminine beauty and appreciate my commentary on equality and social taboo.

My name is D. Mona Darque, and I have been perfecting my unique medium for seven years now, and I specialize in a genre of feminist expression known as "vagino-phallic inequity rage art". I paint using only the menstrual blood collected from my diva cup, which is a reusable feminine product. I am able to get different hues and degrees of darkness by aging the blood.  Please experience my recent creations, as I am sure they will help you achieve greater enlightenment, particularly if you are a non-female (I do not use the gender name because of it's destructive history as a word of power domination).

This is a painting I call "Celestial Womb-Birth". It is representative of the creation theory that the great void before time was an endless vagina, a vacuum that spewed forth the planets, stars, and galaxies in one violent and bloody convulsion that we know as the big bang. The painting reminds the viewer about nature's feud with womankind, as it demands a painful martyrdom to further humanity.

I call this piece "The Power of NO!". My inspiration was the many tales of violent female revolution, particularly Lorena Bobbit's story. Back in June of 1993 she ended a cycle of domination and rape by attacking her husband's power center, the penis, and severed it while he slept. After discarding it out of a car window, it was recovered and reattached. Sweet vindication was complete when she was found not guilty of any crime, reminiscent of Nat Turner's slave rebellion.

The last painting tonight is called "A Beautiful Shame". This is a condemnation of the social taboos about female biology in all non-female dominated cultures. The titles of "unclean" or "graphic" given to menstruation, birth, and nursing. Indeed the burden of lifemaking is marginalized under a degrading label perpetrated by the non-females that remain envious of creation.

Love, glory, and wonder be to all who appreciate the Mother. Contempt, suffering, and loss be to those that oppose Her.

Charity

I live and work in a very large city and over the years I have stopped paying attention to all the human drama around me. When I first moved here I was shocked to see the homeless defecating in the street, or a prostitute peddling her ass down the boulevard. But now I find myself walking with my head down, avoiding the world around me.

 

Every day I walk the same route to and from the bus stop, and every day I see the same man begging for change. This man sticks out from the crowd of unfortunate street dwellers though, as he always has his old, gray dog with him. It is some kind of ratty german shepherd mix with milky eyes and missing teeth. The man sits at the same street corner ever day with a sign that says "I can take care of myself, but need $1.84 for a can of dog food. God bless."

 

From what I can tell he begs for enough money to feed his dog everyday, then scavenges for his own meal. This little daily demonstration of humanity really touched me, the way this homeless man had too much pride to beg for himself but gladly did so to make sure his dog didn't go hungry. I couldn't help but respect this man that placed his commitment to his dog above all else, even his own comfort and livelihood.

 

So I started buying extra cans of dog food to bring to the man every so often. He was always very gracious, and even offered to give me the change he had gathered so far in return. Once a week for the last two years I was giving this man some dog food, and I have to admit, it had been making me feel much better about myself. But there was something bothering me. The old man seemed to be getting noticeably heavier while the dog remained emaciated and sickly. For some reason I became obsessed with the idea that the beggar was letting the dog wither away on scraps and eating the dog food himself. It might seem crazy, but this idea really bothered me for some time and was keeping me up at night.

 

I decided to get tot the bottom of it, so I began spying on the man. I would give him some dog food and pretend to go to work, then secretly follow him. But each time he would gather his belongings and shuffle off to a plywood shanty that he remained in for the rest of the day. But I had a plan to figure it out once and for all, and quickly put it to action.

 

The following week I prepared a special arsenic-laced batch of dog food and graciously gave it the way I had been for some time. I'll be damned if the next day that dog wasn't in the exact spot that the old beggar sat in for the last several years. I guess that bastard had been swindling me from the beginning.