I have been seeing the KY Enhanced or whatever name they have which are supposed to have some sort of essence to “augment” the pleasure during intercourse. That reminded me of something that happened to a friend of mine when he tried to impress a girlfriend.

We called our buddy John a (pardon the expression) “pussy hummingbird”: He would go from good-looking girl to good-looking girl spreading his charm  (and some other stuff I will not explain), never settling down. Every month or two was a new one and to no one’s surprise, it was the women who dumped him because, let’s face it, John was not stable-relationship material.

The gang used to gather at a local cafe at least once a week just to touch base and keep each other appraised of our doings. I was the first one to get married and the Missus would come to the gatherings so I did not have stories to tell. My buddies believed that my Gringa wife did not speak the language* and were quite open about their coming and goings so the conversation themes sometimes got quite raunchy.

One time John commented that his latest conquest was great looking but he was having trouble making her happy as she demanded to be “impressed” every time the went for the bed-sheets and he was running out of ideas. Now this is Venezuela where you could not find but one porno shop in the whole capital city of Caracas and they charged a premium for the merchandise. John was a damned cheapskate so toys and other marital aids were negated.

After about an hour of give and take by those present, I pulled out a small can of Tiger balm and tossed it to him: “Use this and you will rock her world.” Said I with confidence. “Just dab a very small touch on index finger, then rub gently on the top of your ‘richard’ and be ready for the greatest experience you’ll ever have.”
“Are you sure?” Looking at me, then looking at my bride (who played dumb beautifully) and then back at me.
“Sure. Just follow the instructions I gave you.” Said all with self-assurance.

Now, if you haven’t used Tiger Balm menthol, let me tell you this: It is strong. Not BenGay strong, not IcyHot strong but “Oh dear Zeus, stop hitting me with your lightning bolts! I shall behave and butcher a calf in your honor” strong. The red can above is about the diameter of a quarter, that should give you an idea about how concentrated that crap is. I use it for muscular pain and a little bit in boiling water will help you clear your lungs from the flu crud. A true fanatic using that thing almost every day will take about 8-12 months to consume. Normal people have the small same can for years.

Well, John disappeared from the face of the Earth for a good six months. We called, he didn’t pick up. We left messages in his machine, he didn’t return them. He was kind of “sensitive” jackass sometimes and would play the “I am not talking to you” game, so we didn’t care because we also knew he would come back to us eventually.

And he did. He showed up one night at the cafe with daggers for eyes and looking at me. “You are a motherf*****g asshole!”

“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Tiger balm!” he replied. I just blinked, I already forgot about the thing. “You almost killed me and my date!”
“Dude I don’t know what you are talking about. Sit down and make some sense.” Somebody offered

So he did and he told what happened. He had a wonderful night with the lady mentioned above. Dinner, dancing & romancing with the night ending at a local hotel for a night of sexual debauchery. As they were ready to do the deed, he reached for the Tiger balm but, instead of following the instructions (which by the way were bogus to begin with. Don’t put that crap where is really sensitive) he figured that if a little was good, a shitload was “gooder” so he dabbed half the can over Mr. Johnson  and then went in for the kill.

He said that during the first 10 seconds, it felt warm and tingly and apparently the lady felt the same. But soon enough went from warm and tingly to volcanic lava with pyroclastic flow and it would not stop getting worse. She got him off her body and screamed while reaching for the ice bucket. Where the ice went, I need not to tell you. He jumped in the shower and opened the hot water first, mistake that he paid dearly with more pain. he corrected to cold, but to no avail.

Short story, the screaming coming from the room made the adjacent neighbors call security who went in the room and found both victims rolling around in pain. The appropriate authorities and rescue personnel were called. The romantic night ended up in the Emergency Room while practitioners of the medical arts manipulated the genitals with assorted medications, salves and ointments to reduce the pain and swelling.

By this part of the story, we were all literally laughing ourselves into tears and falling off chairs. One of our asshole friends asked John if she was still going out with the dame since sure as shit that was a date she would never forget. John huffed something along the lines of “That’s was not funny,”  got up and again disappeared for another six months.

We did send him a Christmas gift that year. But because you know the kind of person I am, I don’t have to tell you it was small, red in color and with a powerful smell of camphor.

And as much comfort that the balm has given me over the years,I have to say this was the most enjoyment I ever got out of that little red can.

*The missus learned the language and was fluent in less than six months. Nobody figured it for about three years. To say she had (and has) material to blackmail the shit out of my buddies for life does not begin to cover it)

I might be literally worse than Hitler.  At least that is the opinion of my buddy’s girlfriend.

A coworker of ours has been selling Girl Scout cookies on behalf of his daughter.

My buddy bought a few boxes.  They were delivered in a stack to his desk.

I surreptitiously opened his box of Peanut Butter Patties, removed the tray of cookies, and glued the flaps of the box closed again.  He then took the stack of cookies home.

I come to find out today that his girlfriend made a beeline for the Patties.

She suspected something was wrong when the box didn’t weight much, but it was still sealed. 

Her suspicion turned to worry when she shook the box and heard nothing. 

Suspicion became absolute soul crushing despair when she opened the box to find it empty.

Apparently she was near inconsolable for an hour that some inhuman monster had so cruelly hoodwinked her and robbed her of her chocolate covered peanut buttery joy.

I don’t know what tasted better: his cookies or her emotional devastation.

I read Miguel’s post Days of Rage – A “No S***” Must Read and was reminded of this video.

A handful of Antifa bullies are blocking a sidewalk, preventing “the bourgeois” from getting to work.  In typical identity politics, they let the woman through, but the man, they stop.  He pushes through and the situation turns to blow.

I have to say, that big dude can throw a hell of a punch.

It’s what happens next that is key.  One Antifa goes after the guy with a stick.  Simultaneously, another Antifa starts whining that the big guy hit a woman.

Antifa initiates the fight then calls the cops trying to be the victims.

Fortunately in this case (I don’t know where this took place) the cops realize it was Antifa that started the whole thing.

This MO of being the attacker and the victim at the same time is dangerous a hell.

After the Berkeley Milo riots, like minded bullies rushed to their campus newspapers to explain how hurt Snowflake feelings are violence and so beating up the people that hurt their feelings was justified.

Stomping on a Trump supporter is self defense.  A the University of Central Florida, an group called Knights for Socialism, styled as an Antifa group, advertised a “self defense” flight club called “BASH THE FASH.”  Generally, the term “bash” is not associated with defense but attack.  (Also, I am normally a supporter of both self defense and Reason Magazine, but in this case, it is obvious that KFS is not defending but attacking.)

This is going to get worse and worse.

The lesson they are teaching the Right is:  If you aren’t with us, you are against us.  Take your beatings because if you fight back you will get crucified by the media.  Defend yourself at your own peril.  They are trying to create a no win for the Right and a total victory for them, where they can hurt individuals on the Right with impunity.

Here is where I fear this is going to go.

The left is notorious for their misunderstanding of Stand Your Ground.  At some point, mark my words, some Antifa is going to shoot a Trump supporter (or just someone who isn’t crazy progressive SJW) and claim Stand Your Ground because said shooting victim said something that hurt said Antifa’s feelings.

The question is, will the media still attack Stand Your Ground as shoot first gun culture craziness or when an Antifa shoots a guy in a MAGA hat, will they discover Stand Your Ground is good?

New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof needs to stop beating his wife.

He wrote an OpEd on Sunday that is so ridiculous and enraging at the same time  my vision started to go fuzzy reading it.

The bottom line is that most years in the U.S., ladders kill far more Americans than Muslim terrorists do. Same with bathtubs. Ditto for stairs. And lightning.

Above all, fear spouses: Husbands are incomparably more deadly in America than jihadist terrorists.

And husbands are so deadly in part because in America they have ready access to firearms, even when they have a history of violence. In other countries, brutish husbands put wives in hospitals; in America, they put them in graves.

Yet Trump is raging about a risk from refugees that seems manageable, even as he talks about relaxing rules on another threat, guns, that is infinitely more lethal.

I’m not excusing domestic violence.  There is no excuse for domestic violence.  But the fear with terrorism is that it can happen anytime without warning.  You don’t see it coming.  There are behavioral predictors for spousal murder, like… prior abuse.

Should there be more resources to help abused spouses and children escape abusers before the abuse turns fatal?  Of course.

Is it a good idea to keep people convicted of domestic violence and those with restraining orders as prohibited persons?  Yes (California’s abuse of that, not withstanding).

But don’t paint husbands with a broad brush of potential killers worse than terrorists.  That just makes you an asshole.

After a night of bashing Trump, the music industry wants to make sure Trump allows them to profit off their craft. 

Of course only Hollywood and the music industry can profit, the rest of us are just greedy.

I think if I were Trump right now, I’d suspend copyright laws on music and video recordings.  Decriminalize piracy and see what happens.

All right, I’ve yammered more than that game theory guy. Let’s recap and wind up:

The Left wants to disrupt the Right’s power, organizations, celebrations.

The Right is sick of Leftist disruption and wants to punish it with force.

The hard Left has an effective infrastructure. The hard Right is looking to build one.

The hard Left will use the tactics it’s already using.

The hard Right will use Leftist tactics, at which point the Press will become very interested in denormalizing those tactics.

I’m guessing the Trump administration will try to eviscerate Lefty Institutions with budget cuts and the hard Left infrastructure with RICO.

Look for lots of property destruction, by everyone. I would not be surprised to see innovative tactics used to destroy property.

The press is a Lefty weapon and a Righty target.

Everyone will have enemies’ lists. All of us are already on somebody’s.

Effective Righty violence will be, by necessity, by loners or by really close conspiracies (think family members).

Effective Lefty violence will be by capable, fully operating cells.

If we get political violence between civilians, it’s mostly going to be low-level until it abruptly isn’t.

Days of Rage – 

It is a LONG post (29 pages) but it is possibly more important than Unintended Consequences (which needs to be applied with this information.)

You may want to save it for future reference.

Keep them apart till necessary.

And after the ND, the guy behaved like a columnist from the NY Daily News.