4-star hotels in St. Petersburg

There is a wide range of 4-star hotels in St. Petersburg, and all of them can offer a person a high level of services and conditions. Most of them are situated in the historical parts of the “city-on-the-Neva”, in the vicinity of the principal cultural and business places of the city. The hotels rooms include not only charming interiors but all the possible appliances a person can require. As a rule 4-star hotels can offer you an organization and carrying out of different kinds of festivals, conferences and so on inside the hotels.

On the Porch with Petunia

I've learned many interesting facts of dating in the twentieth and twenty-first century from the many women I've been out with – as noted by all those scraps of names and numbers I accumulate.
One girl – we'll call her Petunia as opposed to God, What Was Her Name – explained to me that women of the new millennium find being asked if they are 'seeing anyone', which I had just done, to be intolerably passé.
"You cannot just walk up and ask a lady if she is seeing anyone," Petunia said in exasperation. "Women of my generation would rather be immediately taken to dinner at an exotic eatery followed by wine and art exhibits." She said this last bit in a very matter of fact tone. I was stunned by this, and asked if we were just supposed to grab the girl without saying anything before taking her to all these places. She simply nodded. "Better that than 'so…you seeing anyone'. To ask that these days? No. I'm sorry. Passé."
Petunia equated such an act as being on the level of renting your first porno, and then nervously stating, "It's for my daughter."
Or
A gorgeous woman asks you out after work and you stupidly wink saying, "I don't know, Babe. Are you allowed to be out that late?"
Or
Asking a woman if she's pregnant. That's just a bad move whether she is or isn't.
Petunia and I obviously never lasted past one evening. I think it was because after her mantra on how to break the ice these days I had lost that picture I get of what the woman I'm talking to would look like naked. Whatever the reason I just thought sex with Petunia would be demeaning.
We were talking about all this modern dating when I decided to test her by squeezing her high up under her skirt. She looked horrified and jumped off of the porch swing we were sitting on. "I did not give you such permission!" she screamed. I asked why I could drag her off to a ritzy restaurant without saying a word, but I had to get written permission to feel her up. She said that was totally different. I asked why.
"Because you're paying for the dinner."
"So you'd get in the car with a total stranger just because he tells you he can get a table at any restaurant in town."
"Yes"
"But you wouldn't let the same guy grab your tits if he just met you"
"No"
"The guy could be a serial killer."
"He's not grabbing my breasts."
"No, I mean the ritzy guy."
"Oh. Well that's a chance I could take. The other guy just grabbing me that's rape."
"But you'd rape the ritzy guy's bank account."
"Well he's paying for my dinner."
"So the other guy could feel you up if he paid you for it I guess."
"Get the fuck off my porch!"
People come into your life for specific reasons. Each individual you share a conversation with during your day. That conversation will mean something to you on some level later on. It will occur to you in a flash when you least expect it. You'll be wandering down the salad bar at Applebee's waiting for the old lady in front of you to hurry the fuck up with those plastic tongs so you can get the last big red strawberry. Then when the old lady finally moves on some kid with curly red hair will grab the strawberry and you'll cuss and call him a faggot and throw the tongs at him. Then you'll look over and see your wife tugging at her pantyhose and think Man, I'm glad I never asked if she was seeing anyone....
I'm glad I never had sex with Petunia.

I've learned many interesting facts of dating in the twentieth and twenty-first century from the many women I've been out with – as noted by all those scraps of names and numbers I accumulate.
One girl – we'll call her Petunia as opposed to God, What Was Her Name – explained to me that women of the new millennium find being asked if they are 'seeing anyone', which I had just done, to be intolerably passé.
"You cannot just walk up and ask a lady if she is seeing anyone," Petunia said in exasperation. "Women of my generation would rather be immediately taken to dinner at an exotic eatery followed by wine and art exhibits." She said this last bit in a very matter of fact tone. I was stunned by this, and asked if we were just supposed to grab the girl without saying anything before taking her to all these places. She simply nodded. "Better that than 'so…you seeing anyone'. To ask that these days? No. I'm sorry. Passé."
Petunia equated such an act as being on the level of renting your first porno, and then nervously stating, "It's for my daughter."

Parking Lot Passion

Al was late paying his cell phone bill and hurriedly pulled into the crowded lot. Only one space open and the driver had her door half open. He was a little upset but a quick look at the long legs covered by a slit dress coming out from the car and the delay could be forgiven. As he made his way into the spot she slid back up on to the SUV seat and Al could see, or thought he could see, that she had nothing on underneath. Hmmm a trick of the light or maybe just a small thong as he got ready to get out he did get a very good look at those lovely legs, all the way up to the curve of her ass.
Al ran in, paid his bill and hoped to get back in time to catch another glimpse. His heart jumped when he saw her not only there but leaning back over the seat and very clearly showing her very trimmed, very lovely pubic triangle. He walked slowly to the car savoring the show and as she leaned over to get something out of the glove box, her legs separated and he could see heaven itself.
Being of sound mind he stopped and looked and as she got back up and closed her legs she looked directly at him. He expected a scowl or worse and headed towards his car door but was greeted with a smile instead. As he slowly got in the car he kept glancing over and she kept opening and closing the view.
Then Al did something very stupid. He started the car. At this she pulled her legs in and closed the door. As Al started to back out he cursed his stupidity. She was more than willing to give him a show that was obvious. Suddenly he seized the opportunity and quickly drove around the row and right back into the spot, parking in an even better viewpoint.
The next move was hers and she responded by opening the door with the slit of her dress up to her navel. She sat there rocking her knees open and closed affording a truly lovely view.
Al couldn't hold back and started to rub his crotch through his pants, building up quite a bulge. She took quick notice of this and appeared to be motioning him to her.
He slid over the seat and opened the door and she obliged by opening her legs and pulling him in by the belt. Al didn't need any prompting and slid his hand up her leg and had it in her wet pussy in no time flat.
As he rubbed between her slit and then over her clit he could feel she was very wet and equally turned on. He stepped just a bit closer and started to masturbate her in earnest. She countered by unzipping Al and pulling on his cock and kneading his balls. He moved closer and she hugged his arm as he furiously worked her clit and she came to an orgasm emitting more of a grunt than a moan and squeezing his hand so he couldn't let go.
Although satisfying Al was afraid that he would be unfulfilled and tried a kiss on her lips, but she stopped him with two fingers covered with her own wetness.
"No kisses" she said. "Just fuck me."
And with that drew him close. She slid forward on the seat and without even opening his pants fully slipped his hard cock into her. She was so delightfully wet and so perfectly tight that Al was not long in his excitement.
She sensed this and whispered in his ear. "Wait and cum with me".
Al slowed his motion but she did not and he struggled to hold back, when suddenly she made the same little grunt noise.
"Cum now, quick cum now" she said.
Al went to withdraw so as not to get his semen in her but she grabbed his ass cheeks and drew him deep into her.
"Don't fuck up my dress I have to work. Cum deep inside me." He needed no more promoting and unloaded a strong hot load into her.
After holding together for a few moments he withdrew and she caught any drips in her hand, licking them off.
"Will I ever see you again?" Al asked?
"This isn't my district, I doubt it." was her disappointing answer. "But I'll tell Cindy to be here this time next week, and to wear her slit dress."

Al was late paying his cell phone bill and hurriedly pulled into the crowded lot. Only one space open and the driver had her door half open. He was a little upset but a quick look at the long legs covered by a slit dress coming out from the car and the delay could be forgiven. As he made his way into the spot she slid back up on to the SUV seat and Al could see, or thought he could see, that she had nothing on underneath. Hmmm a trick of the light or maybe just a small thong as he got ready to get out he did get a very good look at those lovely legs, all the way up to the curve of her ass.
Al ran in, paid his bill and hoped to get back in time to catch another glimpse. His heart jumped when he saw her not only there but leaning back over the seat and very clearly showing her very trimmed, very lovely pubic triangle. He walked slowly to the car savoring the show and as she leaned over to get something out of the glove box, her legs separated and he could see heaven itself.
Being of sound mind he stopped and looked and as she got back up and closed her legs she looked directly at him. He expected a scowl or worse and headed towards his car door but was greeted with a smile instead. As he slowly got in the car he kept glancing over and she kept opening and closing the view.

My Loving Wife Gives Me A Show

Sitting on the balcony Kerri watches the sun go down over the trees as she gently touches her breast.
So quite and peaceful no one around she thinks to herself without knowing her husband Mike has came home early. Mike finds his wife outside on the balcony enjoying herself. His eyes widen when he sees his wife rubbing her hardened nipples. He reaches down and rubs his cock in his pants silently watching his wife.
She lifts her shirt up exposing her breasts then pinching her nipples and leaning her head back and moaning loudly.
Mike unzips his pants and pulls his hardened cock free. He starts to stroke it when he see his wife slide her hand into her shorts. He watches as she rubs her clit not knowing he was watching her.
Mike wonders should he walk out there with her or just watch and enjoy the show.
Suddenly Kerri stands up and drops her shorts and panties. Mike knows now he wants to just watch as he has never see his wife like this before. She sits back down and put her legs up on the rails. Spreading
Her legs wide she starts rubbing her clit harder. Mike can tell from her moans she is close to cumming.
She puts her fingers to her mouth and licks them tasting her own sweet juice her eyes closed savoring the sweet taste of herself. Sliding her fingers inside her pussy now her nipples are hard and she is moving her hips faster on her own fingers.
Mike cant believe what his wife is doing to herself outside in the open like this. His cock is so hard its aching but he dare not stop this show.
Standing up and leaning over the balcony she reaches under and slides 2 fingers in her pussy. Mikes
Is in shock he can see her from behind now as she fucks herself with her fingers. Her whole hand is wet from her juices as she adds another finger insider so she has 3 inside her hot pussy now. Faster she slides them in and out of herself.
Mike knows she cant stand much more of this before she explodes in a orgasm. He squeezes his cock tight in his hand and strokes faster. Precum comes to the head of his cock and he wonders if he should blow his load now or join his lovely wife outside.
Kerri does something very unexpected to Mikes surprise. She reaches back spreads her ass cheeks wide exposing her pink asshole. Mike almost looses control and cums right then but he manages to control it.
She rubs a fingers around the tiny hole teasing it. Slowly she takes a finger from her wet cunt and pushes it inside her asshole. Moaning very loud she slides in deeper in her ass. Placing another finger to her ass she pushes 2 in her tiny hole now. Sliding them in and out she pulls them out and spreads her cheeks wide.
Her tiny asshole opens up almost winking at Mike. Kerri shoves her fingers back inside herself and bucks wildly and moans real loud as she cums very hard.
Mike knew he could stand it no longer. He walks out on the balcony behind his wife with his cock in his hand. Slowly he leans over to his wife as she notices him. She smiles up at him as he guides his cock to her already lubed ass. Pressing the head of his cock to her tight asshole he pushes it in.
She moans loudly as he slides all the way inside her gently. Slowly pulling back out and sliding deep back inside her ass Kerri throws her head back and yells FUCK ME MIKE FUCK MY ASS HARD PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Shoving his cock deep inside her he gives her what she wants. Slamming his cock in and out of her she screams, "OHHHHHHHHHHH I'M CUMMINNNGG!"
Feeling her throb on his cock is too much. He pulls out of her ass and she reaches back and spreads her asshole open. Taking his cock in his hand he shoots his hot cum all over her ass. Its seems like gallons of cum coming out of Mikes cock squirting all the way up her back. Kerri turns around and kisses Mike on the lips softly she's speaks to him. I love you and I hope you liked the show. I knew you was watching me the whole time. Smiling they hug and go inside to the shower to clean up. Mike wonders how he has deserved such a wonderful wife.

Sitting on the balcony Kerri watches the sun go down over the trees as she gently touches her breast.
So quite and peaceful no one around she thinks to herself without knowing her husband Mike has came home early. Mike finds his wife outside on the balcony enjoying herself. His eyes widen when he sees his wife rubbing her hardened nipples. He reaches down and rubs his cock in his pants silently watching his wife.

Waterfall Erotica

One of the coolest things about going camping is the kind of adventures a person can get themselves into when one is unleashed to enjoy the great outdoors.
Sexual experiences are no different. Especially for Cain and Ann as they decide to take a shower, the good old 'natural' way.
The cascading waters of the waterfalls weren't too rough or heavy, which felt luxurious. Even more so with the feel of Cain's arms wrapped tightly around her. His kisses drifted from Ann's lips to her chin. He then slowly worked his way to her neck. She arched herself to give him more room to work with.
This encouraged Cain to hold his bride even tighter as his lust began to kick into overdrive. He fed into her almost like a vampire feeding into his prey. Ann's knees buckled and Cain was quick to assume dominant control over her.
He tore her clothes off, shredding them apart like they were nothing. Somehow, Ann managed to do the same thing with Cain. In no time at all they were completely naked, still relishing the soothing waters beating down on them as well as the each other's touch.
There was a large rock, almost formed like a chair that caught their eye. Smiling wickedly, Ryshtyan slowly turns around so that her backside was pressing against Cain's chest. She could feel his erection between their hot bodies and shuddered with anticipation.
Instead of allowing Ann to lean against the rock, Cain held her tight, clasping his hands over her large breasts. He sunk his lips and teeth into the base of his bride's neck, not wanting to let go.
The feel of lust, pain and excitement made Ryshtyan cry out but she loved every second of it. She continued the cries as this feeling was no longer isolated to her neck. Cain's hands were massaging and squeezing her breasts, kneading the soft flesh between his fingertips in such a way that it sent some remarkable surge of energy throughout her body. She found her hands on top of his, pressing his palms even tighter against the rock hard nipples.
With one arm snaking and caressing between Ann's breasts, Cain lowers his other hand to her pubes and begins to work his fingers over her clit. She arched herself accordingly to make things that much easier for him.
It didn't take long before Cain inserted two of his fingers as deep inside Ann's tunnel as he could reach. Again, she cried out, which encouraged Cain to become more aggressive. He silenced her by pressing his mouth over hers with as deep and sensual of a kiss as he could possibly provide. Her response was to kiss him back, with the sounds of muffled moans as she feels herself reach an orgasm.
The thought of pulling his fingers out never even crossed his mind as he continued to work them, exploring deep within Ann as if it were some hunger he just couldn't control.
Ann's hands clasped onto Cain's buttocks, driving her fingertips into the cheeky flesh. This caused him to break the kiss and growl out, matching the noise level of his bride's cry of ecstasy as she cums again.
Finally he let go of Ann and she is quick to press her hands against the rock, bracing herself for what was about to come next.
Cain began to tease her, rubbing the tip of his shaft against the bald pussy from behind. "Are you sure you want it?"
Purring, Ann answers. "I want it."
"But do you need it?"
"I need it."
Clasping his hands against Ann's hips, he presses the tip of his shaft no moe than an inch inside her. "Are you ready?"
Arching herself to take more of him in, she gasps out. "I'm rea..."
Ann screams out the moment Cain drives himself straight into her tunnel in one long, strong thrust. He completely engulfed himself, feeling the tight muscles contract around his sensitive organ as he roughly ground himself all the way to the base of his shaft. This move alone was enough to cause Ryshtyan to explode yet again.
He held himself deep inside until the flow of her juices calmed down. Those tight muscles of hers contracting and expanding made Cain groan. The length and width of his shaft had Ann filled so completely that just the feel of this alone was overwhelming, but in a very, very good way.
When Ann started to get her breathing back down to normal, Cain began to thrust himself. It was a slow steady pace at first, but the mutual need to fulfill the lust kicked in all too quickly.
She was thrusting herself against her husband each time he drove straight back into her. Gasping and crying out, Ann eggs Cain on. "Fuck me like there won't be a tomorrow."
"Are you sure?" Cain grunts, picking up the pace steadily.
Crying out, Ann answers. "Yes!"
Like a man possessed, Cain rammed in and out of Ann's tightness as requested; like no tomorrow.
Growling, grunting and crying out, Cain's voice was just as loud as Ann's gasps, screams and wails as he pounded into her with wild, reckless abandon.
With the water beating down on them, along with the sweat that was building up between the lovers, steam was actually emerging from their bodies. It formed a thick misty haze around them as Cain continued to drive his wife over the edge. Again and again and again.
Ann could feel her insides taking one hell of a beating, but loved every second of it. Cain's hands left deep imprints into the flesh of her waist and hips and the impression of his thrusts into her had her ass blood red from the endless pounding of flesh against flesh. Actually, it felt like she was getting a spanking as she could feel herself become swollen and numb, but she didn't care.
Cain was enjoying this just as much as she was. He used every ounce of fortitude to prevent himself from exploding, but he just couldn't help himself. Once he reached that plateau, he slammed himself all the way in. Determined to get that much more of his great length inside Ryshtyan's hot tunnel, both lovers pushed themselves to the limit so that she could milk this moment for all that it was worth.
When he exploded, he did so with such authority that Ann felt herself cum yet again, crying out at the top of her lungs. Even he was doing it. It was like as if they were virgins, experiencing orgasms for the very first times in their lives.
Feeling their strength completely drain from them, Cain was quick to withdraw from Ann as soon as the last drop of his hot cream made it's mark. The two collapse into each other's arms and step away from the waterfalls and further into the cave.
They seat themselves to give their knees and legs a break. Within minutes, they pass out, obviously exhausted from their lovemaking efforts.

Ann as soon as the last drop of his hot cream made it's mark. The two collapse into each other's arms and step away from the waterfalls and further into the cave.
They seat themselves to give their knees and legs a break. Within minutes, they pass out, obviously exhausted from their lovemaking efforts.

KKK

Superman's Lament

y name is Clark Kent. Yeah, that Clark Kent. I know what you’re thinking. "Superman, Man of Steel, able to leap tall buildings and all that shit. What could this guy possibly have to bitch about?"
Well, plenty. Do you have any idea how much stress is involved when you have to save the world every other day or so? If it’s not some goober with a sawed off shotgun blowing holes in my tights, it’s a mad scientist with a few ounces of kryptonite trying to punch my ticket for good.
This whole secret identity thing, for example. A mild mannered reporter for God’s sake. What was I thinking? At least when Batman takes off his cape he gets to be a millionaire. And he even has a sidekick. The closest I’ve ever come to a sidekick is that prepubescent asshole, Jimmy Olsen.
And do I get any thanks? Yeah, right! "Oh, but what about the adoration of all those women?" you say. Sure. I make all their panties wet, but what does that get me? As long as I’m stuck on this stupid backwater of a yellow sun planet I can never, ever get laid!
You never thought about that did you? All my muscles are Kryptonian strong, even the ones that control my pecker. If I ever threw a fuck into Lois Lane or Lana Lang, they would be DEAD!
That’s right. No nookie for the super freak from Krypton. I did some tests on my testes in the Fortress of Solitude. My semen is ejaculated at about 950 feet per second. That, my friend, is as fast as a .45 caliber bullet, and it hits just as hard!
I first noticed a problem when I was a teenager back in Smallville. One morning I woke up to find holes in my sheets, mattress, floor… Well, you get the picture. Wet dream. Good thing I was lying on my stomach and no one was downstairs.
Later on in high school I was on a date with Lana. We started to grope each other in her father’s car at the drive-in. She was giving me a hand job, and BLAMMO, the windshield shattered. She always figured that some kid with a BB gun broke it. If her hand had been just a little bit more to the left she would have lost fingers!
So sex is out. There is no way an Earth woman can survive my ejaculation. Knowing you would kill your lover really puts a damper on romantic evenings. And I shudder at the thought of getting a blow-job. I can see the headlines now, "Man of Steel Blows Off Lover’s Head".
If I did manage to do the deed, any survivors would be knocked up. Every time. My sperm are just as indestructible as I am. They would just keep trying until the ova gave up in disgust. I’m talking 100% fertilization. And the fetus would be just as strong as I am. The first time it kicked would be the world’s first spontaneous cesarean section.
So, Earth girls are out. I’m desperate, but not bloodthirsty. And as far as I know there are only two female Kryptonians in existence. One is that butch super criminal that tried to conquer Earth with General Zod. She’s been exiled to a two-dimensional limbo, and besides, she wants me dead even more than Lex Luthor does.
Lex. He must be laughing his ass off. So here I am on a planet teeming with women who adore me and lust after me, and the only one that I can have without killing is Supergirl, my own cousin.
You know, now that I think about it, people marry their cousins all the time. At least they used to. And Supergirl is a babe. Believe me, I know. X-ray vision, remember? Blonde, tight butt, great tits. I’ll bet she could give one fuck of a blow-job. Yeah…Supergirl…

I first noticed a problem when I was a teenager back in Smallville. One morning I woke up to find holes in my sheets, mattress, floor… Well, you get the picture. Wet dream. Good thing I was lying on my stomach and no one was downstairs.
Later on in high school I was on a date with Lana. We started to grope each other in her father’s car at the drive-in. She was giving me a hand job, and BLAMMO, the windshield shattered. She always figured that some kid with a BB gun broke it. If her hand had been just a little bit more to the left she would have lost fingers!
So sex is out. There is no way an Earth woman can survive my ejaculation. Knowing you would kill your lover really puts a damper on romantic evenings. And I shudder at the thought of getting a blow-job. I can see the headlines now, "Man of Steel Blows Off Lover’s Head".

lostlug

Brand New Bible for the 'New Age'

"In the beginning there was an infinite expanse composed of nothing. And it came to pass accidentally and then began to form chemical elements. Then, accidentally, it decided to compress itself into a ping-pong ball. Having done thusly, it verily chose to collapse in on itself to form a pinhead of compact atoms weighing more than 900,000,000,000,000 tons. And then, behold! It decided to blow up, so it did.
"Thereupon it accidentally blew out, evenly, in all directions for 10,000,000 light years and formed a perfect set of several million galaxies, nebulae, and star clusters. All operating with enough precision to set your clock by. Fortunately, one set accidentally formed a solar system that had all of the necessary elements for producing the kind of life now writing this 'Bible.'
"And it came to pass, after several billion years (give or take several hundred million), the sun decided to accidentally throw out Uranus, Pluto, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, etc., in different sizes at different distances with different atmospheres. In thus doing, it also accidentally threw out an Earth, which (accidentally) formed water and plants out of molten lava. After a few billion years (give or take several hundred million, either way), an accidental combination of elements got together and accidentally formed a genetic code chain that could dictate what kind of life would be produced. Whereupon this accidentally produced a one-celled animal which couldn't produce a two-celled animal (or a three, or four, or five, or six celled, etc., animal).
"And thus it came to pass that over 20,000 species of animals were produced accidentally, to no purpose, and man was one of them. And evolution took the planaria that it had made from a paramecium, and created a jellyfish and brought it to a nonsexed, neuter, hermaphrodite and called it ~woman.~ (Or protozoa, coelenterata, platyhelminthes, or ctenophora: evolution only knows!) And evolution said, 'It is not good for the monkey to be alone. I will make a mate for him.' So it accidentally made 'Lucey' for 'Magic,' and he called her 'Baby' because she was taken out of a monkey.
"And after 6,000 years of killing, cannibalism, torture, murder, embezzlement, fraud, famine, Iying, swearing, cheating, stealing, and killing the monkey (or femur, or tarsier, or whatever) accidentally decided he had 'rights' that came from the spermatophytes, thallophytes, bryophytes, and ptendophytes, so he gave himself the right to cheat, abort, swear, lie, misrepresent, steal, pervert, extort, defraud, torture, and kill and called these rights, 'Civil Rights.'
"Today, at the very pinnacle of creation, the monkey (or 'great ape,' or 'hominoid,' or whatever) is 'the measure of all things.' He verily 'hash arrived.' He now knows why he came into being, accidentally; it was to please himself. At last he hath a goal: to make himself comfortable. In the next seven years, this will be done by perversion, extortion, rape, drug abuse, Iying, swearing, embezzlement, cheating, cannibalism, terrorism, perversion and killing, evolution willing!
"Even so, may the fittest survive! Amen! "
(The scholars who translated this new Bible version were: Albert Einstein, Max Plank, Heisenberg, Charles Darwin, Karl Marx, Dr. Libby, Harold Leakey, Medawar, Bergson, Lysenko, Mach, Max Born, and Stephen Hawking. Publishers: The National Education Association and the National Geographic Association, New York, 800 B.C.)

"And thus it came to pass that over 20,000 species of animals were produced accidentally, to no purpose, and man was one of them. And evolution took the planaria that it had made from a paramecium, and created a jellyfish and brought it to a nonsexed, neuter, hermaphrodite and called it ~woman.~ (Or protozoa, coelenterata, platyhelminthes, or ctenophora: evolution only knows!) And evolution said, 'It is not good for the monkey to be alone. I will make a mate for him.' So it accidentally made 'Lucey' for 'Magic,' and he called her 'Baby' because she was taken out of a monkey.
"And after 6,000 years of killing, cannibalism, torture, murder, embezzlement, fraud, famine, Iying, swearing, cheating, stealing, and killing the monkey (or femur, or tarsier, or whatever) accidentally decided he had 'rights' that came from the spermatophytes, thallophytes, bryophytes, and ptendophytes, so he gave himself the right to cheat, abort, swear, lie, misrepresent, steal, pervert, extort, defraud, torture, and kill and called these rights, 'Civil Rights.'
"Today, at the very pinnacle of creation, the monkey (or 'great ape,' or 'hominoid,' or whatever) is 'the measure of all things.' He verily 'hash arrived.' He now knows why he came into being, accidentally; it was to please himself. At last he hath a goal: to make himself comfortable. In the next seven years, this will be done by perversion, extortion, rape, drug abuse, Iying, swearing, embezzlement, cheating, cannibalism, terrorism, perversion and killing, evolution willing!