<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623</id><updated>2011-09-11T22:09:10.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>species-traitor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-2007943629796964352</id><published>2008-12-27T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T19:52:10.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you doing?</title><content type='html'>Twitter is such a useless new "trendy app". It claims you can keep up with your friend and family in "real-time" to know every benign minutia that is happening in their lives. "I missed the bus", or "I'm making cookies", simple answers to a simple question. "What are you doing?"  What if you dont FEEL like answering what you are doing every boring second of your life? Why cant you use instant messenger like the past 15 years. Knowing what your freinds and family are doing on a small measurment of time basis, would mean that they would all have to use the twitter service.  Im pretty sure I could care less if my freind Tom is  eating a sandwich at 3pm. I have other things to concern my life with. Twitter is a newer useless application that only trendy starbuck drinking Mac users use to feel better about being a part of their web 2.0 experience, when phones, email, and instant messenger all work fine. i dont need to creatively tell my mom that im jacking off to beastiality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating soup?&lt;/strong&gt; Research shows that moms want to know.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running late to a meeting?&lt;/strong&gt; Your co–workers might find that useful.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Partying?&lt;/strong&gt; Your friends may want to join you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Man invented phones because nobody want to be close to each other, but no one wants to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-2007943629796964352?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/2007943629796964352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=2007943629796964352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2007943629796964352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2007943629796964352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-are-you-doing.html' title='How are you doing?'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-2959009481281003980</id><published>2008-12-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:55:58.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does every military instillation have highly priced popular retail/food chains on every street corner? Why is there all to do on "liberty" is to spend your money? Its because the military wants you to NEED them. It wants to keep all the working ants in line to bust their ass, and put up with bullshit to get that new Ipod, or video game. It is capitalism manifested into our military system. Why in every foreign port do our transportation drop you off at the mall, or a place where you have to spend money just to sit? Well unfortunately one reason is because people have no substance and the only thing that interests them are things that have flashing lights and shiny plastic buttons that are designed and made by millionaires who make the product for cheap and sell it to poor dumb  people who think they need it with a 75% inflation. Its to keep the rich richer and the poor motherfuckers poorer. Who places the value on these items? the people that make them to make a profit. Everytime i hear why you should stayi n the navy is money, "you cant get fired", or "you always get paid". NO ones ever said "you get a chance to serve your country." If people saved all their money earned in the military we wouldnt need it, if no one got paid for their service, no one would serve.  It is not 1942.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-2959009481281003980?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/2959009481281003980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=2959009481281003980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2959009481281003980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2959009481281003980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-does-every-military-instillation.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-4298238540203014877</id><published>2008-12-24T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T17:28:15.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cross he died for sin, look around, what did he win?</title><content type='html'>There was a lady who gave birth to a child that needed Intensive care. The child was basically dead, and stayed in the ICU for weeks.  After a few weeks the baby had gotten better, and the mother had blessed this occurrence with a "miracle", and act of jesus. But why did "jesus" let this child to be born about to die in the first place and allow the mother to struggle every day, sitting beside her almost lifeless newborn? What kind of masochist do people believe in? What kind of person, or creature, can sit and watch or let people suffer? So he can make them better, to get all the credit? Not the doctors with thier prestigious education, and million dollar medical equipment that helped save a life.  Or what about Sarah Palin, and her strong belief that god is great, that her daughter is about to have a "gift from god", who is an unmarried(premarital sex, a sin), underage daughter  who was impregnated by a guy who just got arrested on 10 felony charges? Go pray to jesus on his birthday, "I hope you have a great day today", because tomorrow I will still have my wife who cheats on me, and my mortgage i can hardly pay off, that i have been praying to you for years for advice"&lt;br /&gt;Why did god create people  who do not believe in him, or believe in other ways of salvation and enlightenment. Why did he "create" distractions and choices for people to make if everyone should follow him?  How come inbred americans who eat 5 big macs a day dismiss whatever you have to say when its full of logic and reason, and ideas to question authority? Because people are afraid of thought and offending strangers, and afraid of change, People enjoy being comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Why am I stuck on the 3rd christmas in a row sitting on a ship away from my loved ones, defending a country against "terrorism", which is an absurd notion to begin with and an act that jesus was supposed to die for, I just feel im the martyr for his bullshit and laziness. Merry crucifixion motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religion is the impotence of the human mind to deal with occurrences it cannot understand.&lt;/span&gt;  Karl Marx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-4298238540203014877?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/4298238540203014877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=4298238540203014877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4298238540203014877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4298238540203014877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/12/cross-he-died-for-sin-look-around-what.html' title='the cross he died for sin, look around, what did he win?'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-2008099589901884813</id><published>2008-12-04T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:42:43.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet  old jam. click the link!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ggj75g_km_/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Ggj75g_km_/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/infectioninspection/music/g6W32NBP/infection_inspection_anal_heat_seeker/"&gt;Anal Heat Seeker - Infection Inspection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-2008099589901884813?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/2008099589901884813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=2008099589901884813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2008099589901884813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2008099589901884813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-old-jam-click-link.html' title='sweet  old jam. click the link!'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-5753374902959702007</id><published>2008-11-28T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:02:15.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>﻿&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;slaves were 'paid' with food and shelter, people now are 'paid' with money, which is the only way to aquire food and shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;they added an extra step and told us we were free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;without money, work, governments ect people could focus on LIVING, which no one can do now because they have to worry about money and jobs and dumb shit that isn't the purpose of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely            believe they are free."-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7065205277695921912&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-5753374902959702007?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/5753374902959702007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=5753374902959702007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/5753374902959702007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/5753374902959702007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/11/slaves-were-paid-with-food-and-shelter.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-8703511586867729868</id><published>2008-11-17T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:50:51.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where technology and hypocrisy fuck...</title><content type='html'>I had a realization that MTV, culture and its existence has a lot in common with the western world and christianity.&lt;br /&gt;Many people who have grown up on MTV, or who usually dont think for themselves, need someone to tell them who to idolize based on popular demand, and if not, you are an outcast. Tell them what to believe in, and to feed their propaganda into impressionable youth minds who cant form their own opinions for the fear of being unpopular.&lt;br /&gt;Same with christianity, that imposes their belief and values on those who "don't believe". Give you commands to follow, if not to the T, then you are morally insignificant, and need to redeem yourself by pleading selfishly to a god who is too busy to care. It is filled with self involved invalids who want to live in the dark ages, and who refuse to accept that the world is always changing. Motivated by fear, either it be acceptance,  or fear of not being in a club with others who need 1000 year old texts to do their thinking for them. People always have to look up to something or someone, some idea, rather then looking in the mirror every morning, and accept themselves for who they are. I would rather befriend a man with a good heart, who has no supernatural preconceived ideas, then befriend a man who lives a life of  hypocrisy and and moral debauchery Monday through Saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-8703511586867729868?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/8703511586867729868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=8703511586867729868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8703511586867729868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8703511586867729868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-where-technology-and-hypocrisy.html' title='This is where technology and hypocrisy fuck...'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-4601120513151103980</id><published>2008-11-02T04:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:28:35.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable collapse in the presence of conviction</title><content type='html'>Everybody wants to be everything,  besides themselves.  This unfortunately leaves someone unable to identify who they really are because of false existences and by impressionable feeble minds. Everybody wants to be a sports hero, a music star, etc. No one wants to be forgotten, everybody has to have a paragraph in a history book. Why can't people be humble, so much of the population is saturated in pride and arrogance.  People have to prove or validate their life by acting like they are superior to someone else. This i believe is because of insecurity in people that they aren't satisfied with their lives that they have to start a fantasy and emulate false idols they watch on television or hear on their ipod.&lt;br /&gt;You need to be happy with who you are, and allow others to feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;I am dissatisfied by the way the world is, and me becoming satisfied just allows myself to tolerate the ignorance i see everyday. I hate that these people represent my existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-4601120513151103980?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/4601120513151103980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=4601120513151103980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4601120513151103980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4601120513151103980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/11/inevitable-collapse-in-presence-of.html' title='inevitable collapse in the presence of conviction'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-2911827826264799633</id><published>2008-10-01T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:25:30.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blasphemy</title><content type='html'>If a hot dude had a real vagina, i'd fuck him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing i didnt say anything about the navy huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the use of girls anyways? all they do is get mad at you and have tits. I dont need companionship, when i have everything at my disposal that i can waste my time with on my own terms, without having to listen to a girl say "dont do that", "dont say that", "come to my sisters graduation."  its just too bad that 99% percent of guys are addicted to sex, is why they get caught having to put up with selling out who they are for the chance of maybe sticking their dick in some girl as long as they dont offend them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-2911827826264799633?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/2911827826264799633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=2911827826264799633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2911827826264799633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/2911827826264799633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-hot-dude-had-real-vagina-id-fuck-him.html' title='blasphemy'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-4614508640266739813</id><published>2008-09-29T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:53:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW double I shirts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SODoeeSfepI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NXRhPLoCZ5o/s1600-h/wm-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251452775738342034" style="CURSOR: hand" height="257" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SODoeeSfepI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NXRhPLoCZ5o/s320/wm-front.jpg" width="341" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the new infection inspection t shirts.  Tastefully done with the michigan bitch grind logo in a "sport gray."  There are only 15 available in this color. Dont mind the dork motherfucker wearing it. he has no affiliation with double i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-4614508640266739813?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/4614508640266739813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=4614508640266739813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4614508640266739813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/4614508640266739813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-double-i-shirts.html' title='NEW double I shirts!'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SODoeeSfepI/AAAAAAAAAAc/NXRhPLoCZ5o/s72-c/wm-front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-8470904631267654389</id><published>2008-09-05T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:34:28.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SMEcsVB90SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPRoqvQGRTc/s1600-h/Hot-Soccer-Moms-703338.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242502989121179938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SMEcsVB90SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPRoqvQGRTc/s320/Hot-Soccer-Moms-703338.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Image is Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This soccer mom has phone sex with the lottery cashier at the corner store.  She spends her husbands paycheck on her fingernails, and her childrens happy meal, three times a day for the convienience of not cooking on her busy day "taking care of the kids" whatever the fuck that means.  She tries to be involved in her kids' PTA meetings to self illusion her self as actively engaged in her childrens lives, but only as a self serving plot to feel better about her compromised life, because she has no skill or education,and married a well off banker, or postman so she would never have to come to terms with her useless existence. works part time at the preschool. She doesnt give it up.&lt;br /&gt;2. The boy picks his nose, and kicks dodgeballs at mentally handicapped kids at school to get a laugh from his freinds. Kicks his soccer ball against the side panel of the house, and praised for being so athletic.  The mother makes sure he wears kneepads when rollerblading on the sidewalk. He is being raised a pussy, and that having feelings is ok.  the kid also complains when asked to do simple household chores, as he wears clothes on his back that his dad gave money to the mom to take him shopping.  Is on the verge of diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;3. The daughter is a work in progress whore.  Ballet lessons, learning to be limber, and that britney spears is considered a rolemodel.  Raised on fairy tale bullshit that shell find "mr right" who doesnt completely violate her and will shower her in rose petals whenever she wakes up from her royal slumber. She will tease guys at frat parties and whore herself, then expect drunk horny boys to act like gentlemen.  Prince charming will lift her up and whisk her away and live happily ever after. She will grow acne from her poor diet, and blame everyone else for not seeing her "inner beauty" which is complete bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;4. You dont see the father in this picture because hes in L.A. with his hot ass secretary living out every fantasy because his family makes him want to vomit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-8470904631267654389?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/8470904631267654389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=8470904631267654389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8470904631267654389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8470904631267654389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/09/domestic-bliss.html' title='domestic bliss'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k_ykAQjhv5g/SMEcsVB90SI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vPRoqvQGRTc/s72-c/Hot-Soccer-Moms-703338.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-3549672988436451558</id><published>2008-09-03T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T05:42:22.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I can overdose on a drug and not suffer the consequences I would. I just want the feeling. Fuck this "blog".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-3549672988436451558?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/3549672988436451558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=3549672988436451558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3549672988436451558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3549672988436451558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-can-overdose-on-drug-and-not.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-3528392378412487832</id><published>2008-08-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T05:25:06.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Americas not valiant</title><content type='html'>"Americas Got Talent" is bullshit. You have David Hasslehoff, Sharon Osborne and some douche English guy who are the judges.  Dont forget about Jerry, "im old as fuck" Springer.  These people decide what is entertaining for America, and what talent is. David Hasslehoff is a has been B TV actor who wore speedos, and drove a car that talked, Sharon Osborne is the house wife of an idiot singer who used shock value on impressionable teens in the 80s, who unfortunately never outgrew. and this English guy, I don’t even know what the fuck he did. These are the last people that I would take an opinion serious from. Also, it’s the “millions” of voters who are just lazy gross couch potatoes that justify their successful lives by being able to sit and watch this while eating their preservatives and frozen meat in a microwavable package on their laps while their children are struggling in math, but the parents are too intrigued to care. As long as their kid won last nights flag football game, or their daughter is voted prom queen. With their Tazmanian devil sweatpants they outgrew, and mustard stains on their hand me down over washed pocket tee with an oil stain from fixing their baby blue 89 Horizon to drive to their metal stamping plant. Just to eat a breakfast burrito from the cafeteria van in the parking lot. I don’t think real successful people have the time, nor care about some show displaying ”talent” that are just a bunch of clowns in their Nowhere Ville towns that tell them they have a chance to make it in show business. Everyone in Ohio are so familiar with Hollywood. Last time I checked I don’t remember Stephen Hawking, raving about sitting at home in his wheelchair texting a vote for John Smith because he plays the tuba and dances to some disco tune. It’s the majority of America that just stares at blinking lights and flashes, and do what the TV tells them, it’s the people with no real education, and limited vocabularies, to do anything worth while. Have no talents themselves, and have to live their pathetic existence through everybody else. The majority of America just rots and lets everybody else make decisions for them. It’s the people that don’t question authority, and who think America is a great place and is tidy, and everything is running smooth, and that their Mayor actually cares about them. These people decide what I should be watching on television in my spare time. Whenever that is. This world is riddled with mundanity, and it is exalted, because that’s the lifestyle of “America”. Go choke on a Whopper and beat your kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-3528392378412487832?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/3528392378412487832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=3528392378412487832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3528392378412487832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3528392378412487832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/08/americas-got-talent-is-bullshit.html' title='Americas not valiant'/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-8368654465423835094</id><published>2008-08-26T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:37:08.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.roflwigger.com/images/wigger/icyhotstuntaz1wx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.roflwigger.com/images/wigger/icyhotstuntaz1wx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pull up your fucking pants, straighten your hat, why you talking like that, why you walking like that, think your fucking Ice Cube or something, why dont you listen to REO Speedwagon and wear dockers like your supposed to. This aint about your fantasy this about my fucking reality, why dont you go whitewash your fence or clean your daddys car or sometihng like that. You fucking suburban nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-8368654465423835094?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/8368654465423835094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=8368654465423835094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8368654465423835094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/8368654465423835094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/08/pull-up-your-fucking-pants-straighten.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-5844596816519909743</id><published>2008-08-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:35:12.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do dorks, nerds, and geeks,(yes they are all the same), always sound they have 2 dicks up their nose? They always sound like they have a cold.  “ehhh I can put that game on level 7 difficulty and still beat it with my +4 lightning bolt."  How come this has become ok?  Remember back in the 80s people would haze and beat up nerds and throw toilet paper at them from frat house rooftops? No one does that anymore. We need to.  I hate nerds.  They are always pale, and have dirty hair and soda stained teeth. They cannot handle a real life conflict. Why do they get away with being disgusting?  They always turn some basic situation into a role playing game, or reference a video game to compare a situation.  "Well in Grand Theft Auto 4, we would have been arrestedalready for stealing that car!."&lt;br /&gt;Youll always see a strategy guide to some game laying around, next to their 40 empty cans of mountain dew. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Go out and meet a girl, maybe have sex with her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-5844596816519909743?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/5844596816519909743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=5844596816519909743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/5844596816519909743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/5844596816519909743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-do-dorks-nerds-and-geeksyes-they.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2820275885537989623.post-3152487653772784592</id><published>2008-08-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:38:19.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Johnny Lunchpails who are forced to work a 9 to 5 job  to support their compromised lifestyles with their unplanned kids and their welfare check that their controlling wife spends on their kids’ bigmacs, and designer backpacks for their child to take to their inner city low budget public school.&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry about it Johnny, keep drinking your Bud light and watch CSI. You deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2820275885537989623-3152487653772784592?l=species-traitor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/feeds/3152487653772784592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2820275885537989623&amp;postID=3152487653772784592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3152487653772784592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2820275885537989623/posts/default/3152487653772784592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://species-traitor.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-johnny-lunchpails-who-are-forced.html' title=''/><author><name>decepticreep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15527293545274465041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
