In case you failed to get it, it’s a very overt reference to the fact that all these dictators / murderers disarmed their countries first, and killed millions later.

The quotation is mine. I wrote it up in response to an argument stating that anti-evolutionists and religious nutcases shouldn’t be given the dignity of a response.

Seriously, shit sticks. If you don’t do anything to hinder the bad guys, they win. Don’t be afraid to voice your opinion — and be prepared to take a stand for it.

Holy shit, you just can’t make this stuff up.

The study says, among other things:

Those who lose their virginity at a later age — around 21 to 23 years of age — tend to be more likely to experience sexual dysfunction problems later, say researchers at Columbia University and the New York State Psychiatric Institute’s HIV Center for Clinical and Behavioral Studies.

However, those who had sex very early also experienced their share of problems:

The increase in sexual problems was also seen in those who had a comparably earlier sexual debut. And the researchers were quick to point out that there isn’t enough evidence to say for sure whether waiting to have sex necessarily leads to sexual dysfunction down the road.

And this is the part I’m most concerned for those of you who haven’t lost their virginity (in other words, fuck you hahaha) (emphasis is mine):

“Clinically, we see many individuals who marry late and who have had little or no sexual experience have great difficulty with developing a rich and satisfying sexual experience within their relationship,” said Eli Coleman, academic chair in sexual health at the University of Minnesota Medical School Program in Human Sexuality.

It’s not clear yet whether the problems are derived from biological or societary factors, or a mixture of both. The study authors are, however, adamantly clear on one point: they say that no sex isn’t necessarily the cause of sex problems — it might very well be the other way around.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go with the conservative explanation. The takeaway lesson? fuck early, fuck often. But not that early.

Imagínate que van a McDonalds con frecuencia. Siempre que vas, pides un combo Big Mac, papas fritas y cola, ¿no? Imagina que eres fanática del combo. Todos los días vas a McDonalds, dices “un combo Big Mac” y la cajera te dice “¿desea papas fritas con su orden?”.

Imagina que un día vas, y la cajera te dice “lo siento mucho, puedes pedir el combo Big Mac, pero sin papas fritas”. Lo piensas por un momento y, seguro, el plato fuerte del combo es la Big Mac, pero realmente te gustan las papas fritas y te gusta acompañar tu Big Mac con ellas. Entonces le dices a la cajera: “eh, yo siempre he pedido con papas fritas, ¿por qué ahora no?” y la cajera te responde: “bueno, yo creo que es prudente que, de ahora en adelante, tu combo sólo venga con Big Mac y cola”.

A estas alturas, obviamente mucha gente preferirá ir a Wendy’s o a Burger King, para ver si consiguen papas fritas con sus combos. Pero es probable que tu prefieras tu Big Mac, a tal punto que te dirás a tí misma “hmmmm… si sigo viniendo aquí y ordenando la Big Mac con cola, tal vez algún día la cajera decida cambiar de opinión y me dé las papas fritas”. Y continuarás haciéndolo, hasta el día en que alguien asome en la fila, se acerque a pedir el combo Big Mac, y la cajera le diga a esa persona “seguro, ¿desea papas fritas con su orden?”.

En mi caso particular, yo tuve una ex-enamorada que realmente creía que volvería a obtener Big Mac de mí. Jaja, ¡cerop, sólo papa frita contigo!

Warning ahead: true story!

Dear Cretins,

I have been an NTL customer since 9th July 2001, when I signed up for your 3-in-one deal for cable TV, cable modem, and telephone. During this three-month period I have encountered inadequacy of service which I had not previously considered possible, as well as ignorance and stupidity of monolithic proportions.

Please allow me to provide specific details, so that you can either pursue your professional prerogative, and seek to rectify these difficulties — or more likely (I suspect) so that you can have some entertaining reading material as you while away the working day smoking B&H and drinking vendor-coffee on the bog in your office:

My initial installation was cancelled without warning, resulting in my spending an entire Saturday sitting on my fat arse waiting for your technician to arrive. When he did not arrive, I spent a further 57 minutes listening to your infuriating hold music, and the even more annoying Scottish robot woman telling me to look at your helpful website…. HOW? I alleviated the boredom by playing with my testicles for a few minutes - an activity at which you are no-doubt both familiar and highly adept.

The rescheduled installation then took place some two weeks later, although the technician did forget to bring a number of vital tools - such as a drill-bit, and his cerebrum. Two weeks later, my cable modem had still not arrived. After 15 telephone calls over 4 weeks my modem arrived… six weeks after I had requested it, and begun to pay for it. I estimate your internet servers downtime is roughly 35%… hours between about 6pm-midnight, Mon-Fri, and most of the weekend.

I am still waiting for my telephone connection. I have made 9 calls on my mobile to your no-help line, and have been unhelpfully transferred to a variety of disinterested individuals, who are it seems also highly skilled bollock jugglers. I have been informed that a telephone line is available (and someone will call me back); that I will be transferred to someone who knows whether or not a telephone line is available (and then been cut off); that I will be transferred to someone (and then been redirected to an answer machine informing me that your office is closed); that I will be transferred to someone and then been redirected to the irritating Scottish robot woman…and several other variations on this theme.

Doubtless you are no-longer reading this letter, as you have at least a thousand other dissatisfied customers to ignore, and also another one of those crucially important testicle-moments to attend to. Frankly I don’t care, it’s far more satisfying as a customer to voice my frustrations in print than to shout them at your unending hold music. Forgive me, therefore, if I continue.

I thought BT were shit, that they had attained the holy piss-pot of god-awful customer relations, that no one, anywhere, ever, could be more disinterested, less helpful or more obstructive to delivering service to their customers. That’s why I chose NTL, and because, well, there isn’t anyone else is there? How surprised I therefore was, when I discovered to my considerable dissatisfaction and disappointment what a useless shower of bastards you truly are. You are sputum-filled pieces of distended rectum — incompetents of the highest order.

British Telecom — wankers though they are — shine like brilliant beacons of success, in the filthy puss-filled mire of your seemingly limitless inadequacy. Suffice to say that I have now given up on my futile and foolhardy quest to receive any kind of service from you. I suggest that you cease any potential future attempts to extort payment from me for the services which you have so pointedly and catastrophically failed to deliver — any such activity will be greeted initially with hilarity and disbelief — quickly be replaced by derision, and even perhaps bemused rage.

I enclose two small deposits, selected with great care from my cats litter tray, as an expression of my utter and complete contempt for both you and your pointless company. I sincerely hope that they have not become desiccated during transit — they were satisfyingly moist at the time of posting, and I would feel considerable disappointment if you did not experience both their rich aroma and delicate texture.

Consider them the very embodiment of my feelings towards NTL, and its worthless employees.

Have a nice day — may it be the last in your miserable short life, you irritatingly incompetent and infuriatingly unhelpful bunch of twats.