Recently on CNN there was an interview conducted by that cretinous mouthbreather Glenn Beck of Keith Ellison the congressman elect from Minnesota who happens to be a Muslim.  Beck esseantially challenged Ellison to prove to him that he was not a terrorist. Rather than crawl through the television screen and beat the loathsome Beck to death Ellison attempted to educate Beck about what it means to be an American and, well, here's the video courtesy of Jon Stewart and The Daily Show.

As if that weren't awful enough, both for the congressman AND all of us Americans who unlike Beck are actually patriotic and love our country, now Ellison has been subjected to a virtual tarring and feathering at the hands of the wingnut republican amen chorus on talk radio and in the blogosphere when it was announced that the congressman intends to take his oath of office on the Koran – a not unreasonable thing to do given that he's uh, well, like….. MUSLIM!

Lunatic winger and hopeless coward Dennis "they're coming to kill all of us in our beds" Prager of talk radio fame and the blog Town Hall weighed in with this little piece of "I hate the Constitution" logic,

“America is interested in only one book, the Bible.” Directly addressing Ellison, he added “If you are incapable of taking an oath on that book, don’t serve in Congress.”

Of course this ignores the fact that Jews elected to office routinely swear allegiance to the Constitution on the Torah.  And speaking of the Constitution, this is what Article VI of that document has to say on this very subject,

ARTICLE VI  "The Senators and Representatives before mentioned, and the Members of the several State Legislatures, and all executive and judicial Officers, both of the United States and of the several States, shall be bound by Oath or Affirmation, to support this Constitution; but no religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States."

Got it?  I mean it really doesn't get any easier to understand than that now, does it?

And since these idiots like Prager are so deeply concerned with how congressman elect Ellison swears his loyalty to our Constitution we should probably ask what about some of our past presidents, what did they swear their oaths of office on?  Well, three of them, Rutherford B. Hayes, Chester Arthur and Theodore Roosevelt didn't even use a bible and all three were republicans and Teddy is viewed as a saint by most of those who infest the lunatic right.

Obviously, shitbags like Prager and CNN's Glenn Beck can't stand the Constitution and so I'll ask this again; why is it that so many republicans so obviously hate America and Americans?

This week marks the second anniversary of the start of the blog Boozhy.  Juan, it's owner, was my very first blog buddy and it was Juan who taught me how to post links to BIE as well as how to update my blogroll.  Yes, I am a boob when it comes to these things.  Why do you think I had a pro like Robert at Brave Creatures re-do my blog for me and not try to do it myself?

Anyway, Bill and I just wanted to wish Juan and Boozhy a happy second birthday. We're sure there will be many more to come.  Especially given the fact that Juan seems to be able to keep a smile on Sully's face as well as someone over at Gawker since they're constantly linking to Juan's lame assed brilliant posts and thus keeping his site traffic from falling into the single digits.  mmmkay?

Love ya Juanita! 

Cumpleanos a ti, cumpleanos a ti, cumpleanos a Juanabottom….cumpleanos a ti!

In keeping with my recent trend of posting pictures of my favorite ex boyfriends here's a shot of Oliver, who owns a fancy New York City art gallery, at an opening at his gallery pretending to be deeply concerned with what the lady in front of him is saying. However, if you look closely at the picture you'll see that Oliver is not looking at the woman but is, in fact, looking over the woman's shoulder with a look that I've seen many, many, many times before.  It's the look that says,

"O.M.G there's ___________. He's sooo HAWT!  Could his ass look any finer in those jeans? I TOTALLY want him to do me. I wonder if he knows I own this place? If I walked over and said hi and then told him I was the owner maybe I could get him to do me in the office.  God! Would this bitch just shut the fuck up and buy something already?!  Do I look fat in these jeans?"

When Oliver and I were together he had very interesting musical taste - probably due to the fact that he was just a callow 22 year old youth at the time – and for the longest time had this as one of his favorite songs when we lived together and he played it ALL the time. I still love it though and it goes well with this video shot in Iraq by a member of the 509th Airborne.

Dear Bill,

OK so get ready for a blast from the past. Do remember that guy named James that I was fooling around with after Patrick and I broke up? He and I met at that ridiculous sex club in New York, Club El Mirage, and when I met him I thought he was either a porn star or a hustler he was so fine (or both since porn stars also tend to be hustlers). He looked like a young Paul Walker – only better looking - and had one of those ripped up bodies that almost border on the ridiculous it was so hot. The kind that has a stomach that looks like the armor plated exoskeleton on an insects thorax rather than a human stomach and chest.  Well I ran into him here in Seattle yesterday!

We were walking into The Five Spot to meet friends for dinner and as I walked in the front door I ran smack into him on his way out. We both stood there with our mouths hanging open for at least ten seconds and then he grabbed me and wrapped his hands around the back of my neck and shoved his tongue down my throat so far I'm pretty sure the tip of it must have gotten a little burned from the acid in my stomach. Bill, the boy looks even hotter than he did when I saw him last in New York and needless to say, Rich was completely underwhelmed by our lip lock in the doorway at The Five Spot.

James and I met at Club El Mirage after Patrick and I broke up as I mentioned and it was one of those nights there where the place was full of creepy, lumpy guys lurking around and being annoying by refusing to take no for an answer. In other words a night like any other at that shithole. When James and I saw each other we ran up to one another, made intros and both simultaneously suggested we get the fuck out of there.

Back at my apartment, and after a little foreplay in the backseat of the cab, James was out of his clothes before he even left the livingroom and was heading toward the bedroom in a flash. Now I had seen the boy naked at the club and as I said the package was pretty phenomenal. Five foot eleven, 185 pounds, tattoos, big uncut cock, ass like a ballet dancer and insane green eyes that lit up his face with its adorable scruffy three day growth of chin hair.

He was blown away that I had a sling installed in my bedroom and as soon as he saw it he announced, "Man, I'm gonna fuck you senseless in that thing."

Now up until this point I had figured I was going to do all the plunging but hearing the determination in his voice while at the same time watching his fat uncut soft cock become a fat uncut hard like a motherfucker solid nine and half incher I thought to myself, "who am I to argue?"

Did I mention that James had a PA? He had a PA and a lovely one at that. Nice and thick and hanging from his piss slit like a big silver drip of cum.

Anyway, after the briefest amount of groping and sucking I found myself in the sling with James sliding his gorgeous PA equipped dick into me whereupon he proceeded to do EXACTLY what he said he was going to do, namely fuck me senseless.

Bill, in my life I have never had a guy fuck me so hard and so long. He was using the sling's chains to swing me back and forth onto his cock and was pounding so hard that at one point I bit my tongue and could taste blood filling my mouth. He also managed to bounce the back of my head off the wall behind the sling a couple times, which, I have to admit, I found kinda hot.

After about ten solid minutes of this I had to take my hand off my own dick and keep it off because I could tell that this guy was in for the long haul and if I had my hand anywhere near my cock I was gonna shoot. So I just reached up and grabbed the chains to the sling that were behind my head and held on while he pounded away like a jackhammer.

Finally, and after perhaps another twenty minutes of this relentless assualt on my butt James slowed way down, his pace easing until he was just ever so slightly slipping the cock head in and out and eventually, as he slowed to almost stopping he slid his cock all the way in as far as it would go and wrapping his arms around my neck he laid his body lengthways on top of mine.

Looking in my eyes he gave me this wicked smile and started to moan a little and shudder. For a second I thought he was cumming and I was going to go ahead and dump my load since I was teetering on the edge myself, but then I felt this fullness and warmth start to spread inside me and as I stared at James I asked,

"What are you doing?"

And with this beatific smile on his face he leaned in so he could kiss me while at the same time whispering into my mouth and with a little chuckle said,

"Pissing."

And that was the first time that had ever happened to me but I definitely liked the feel of it and made a mental note to try it again very soon. Hopefully with James.

So now James lives out here having moved here from New York two months ago to go to work for The Evil Empire in Redmond, Washington. After seeing James and recalling our first fuck together I told Rich when we got home that we need to get the sling put back up ASAP.

XXOO

Scott

So I've gotten a number of requests from readers for pictures of me and since I always do what I'm asked – when I'm asked nicely – herewith please find a couple of shots of yours truly.

The first picture above and that is a bit blurry was taken down at the lake right near our house and in it I'm looking just a tad puffy – the effects of having just restarted a cycle of steroids.  For those who have ever cycled you'll know that frequently at the beginning of a cycle you'll experience some water retention until your body habituates to the various drugs in your "stack" and then you can really cut up along with achieving serious strength gains.

Now before you haters out there chime in with your holier than thou bullshit about the evils of anabolic steroids and how they'll kill you and I'm setting a shitty example for the youth of America who may stumble along and read this and that steroids are for cheaters blah blah fucking blah please know that I've got the AIDS on the brain as Bill loves to say and I get my steroids via prescription from my doctors at the Veterans Administration and those dirty cheating steroids have helped to keep me alive in spite of the AIDS on the brain for over 23 years now so shut yer fucking pie holes!

Now the next picture is going to need to come with a great big sign that screams:

WARNING! DO NOT SCROLL DOWN

if you faint at the sight of blood or don't enjoy seeing the insides of people since this particular self photo was taken about a week and a half after my little incident with Deadly Flesh Eating Bacteria two years ago.  That story can be found in Bill in Exile # 67 and #68 here and here and the photograph below shows what a nicely healing wound is supposed to look like after the doctors get done cutting on you. 

After only a week and a half it has already closed up substantially and is easily half the depth that it was on the day of the surgery and about two thirds the overall area.  I particularly like the areas showing the fatty subcutaneous tissues regrowing.  Now thats hot!

This is dedicated to Nicky at Californication who owns a really hot wrestling singlet that I just know he looks smokin' in. 

Nicky, please notice how all the cute wrestling boys in the vid fold their singlets down when they're done groping wrestling each other.

When I was in high school I wrestled on the varisty wrestling team and I had this guy named Paul in my weight class on our team who used to get an involuntary hardon every time he wrestled.  Aside from the obvious embarrassments associated with something like that occuring in public, Paul had what was basically a solid eleven incher so when he got hard he got really, really noticeably hard.  Plus, and this was the hottest part, if he had to wrestle that way for a while he'd end up with a huge sticky spot of precum soaking through his jock and wrestling singlet.

I fucking LOVED pairing up with him to wrestle in practice – even though I pretended to hate it for the sake of appearances and to maintain my fraudulent image as a manly hetero - and would always make sure that my hand or face ended up in his crotch at some point so I could smear some of his cum on me!

Via AJ at Caperboi