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Nuns Take over the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club

Nuns Take over the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club in the Saint Louis Metro East.  That’s the story we told the world on the internet in 1997-1998.

In those days I had my Kodak DC-40 digital camera when practically everyone else was using film. It could only manage around 375,000 pixels. To give you an idea of how inferior this camera was to today’s equipment my present Nikon D-750 will do around 24 million pixels while the top of the line Nikon SLR digital camera will manage around 44 million pixels.  So my new Nikon is 64 times more powerful than my old Kodak D-40 digital camera.

Other photographers derided my Kodak as a toy. Little did they know that film would soon be dead. The Kodak provided instant gratification, and strip club owners, managers, and strippers couldn’t get enough of it.

A toy?  I’m going to let you be the judge.  Take this slideshow for instance.

I’d bring my laptop into the Dollies Playhouse strip club and my digital camera and we’d all start doing these digital skits with everyone hamming it up in the club. I’d come up with a story line and then I’d have all the people in the strip club acting out my crazy scripts. We used to even have Dollies Trendy Toilet Sex in the club’s restrooms.

Crazy Czech in his war paint. Alabama is the good looking blonde in the center. This is what we’d do every Friday night at Dollies Playhouse Strip Club. We’d get as many people in the toilet and see what happens. Then I’d put the pictures in the Lost Angels chat room later on direct from the strip club.The Godfather of Dollies Trendy Toilet Sex was Crazy Czech.  Crazy Czech in real life is a computer software engineer.   He’s American.  If he wasn’t he wouldn’t be as crazy as he is.  Crazy Czeh was to get as many people as possible into one of the toilets and then everyone would start to act weird and I’d start taking pictures. Afterwards I’d go to my digital office in the club which was just five feet from the club’s main stage. Dollies even provided me with my own separate phone line so I could get online with my laptop.

Typical picture from Dollies Trendy Toilet Sex.  Satin on the left, Clylina on top, Marilyn Myxxx to the right. Big Howard getting squashed.

So I’d sit there with all my friends who were mostly strippers and work on my digital images. Then I put them into the Lost Angels chats and people would tune in from all around the country.

Cylina on Big Howard’s lap during Dollies Playhouse Strip Club Trendy Toilet Sex.

In general people are vain. They like to be the center of attention, especially strippers and strip club owners and managers, strip club DJ’s, waitresses, etc.  Dollies Playhouse Strip Club led the pack when it came to all the actors and actresses strutting their stuff.  Those were the best of times.

So if I could get someone’s picture in front of the whole world in half an hour and other photographers using film would tell their fans, “I’ll get them developed and show you the results tomorrow” who is the better photographer?” I’d be drinking beer and tequila with all my friends at Dollies with my faithful laptop in front of me, and man, everybody would go wild.

Click here to get the page,  Nuns Take over the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club which has the links to this slide show-video. I didn’t dare put this up on You Tube because it shows a fair amount of nudity. And it also takes a few pot shots at organized religion.

Big Howard’s one of the main characters in the all those little pantomimes we did at Dollies Playhouse Strip Club.  Big Howard’s my pal.  He was assistant manager at Dollies and we sure drank a lot of tequila and beer together. In this slide show he’s hamming it up in the club’s toilet with a bare breasted stripper who calls herself Diamond.

Cylina and Marilyn Mynxxx at the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club
One of the best classics ever in the entire Dollies Playhouse Strip Club Trendy Toilet Sex escapades. Here Sister Cuervo played by Marilyn Mynxxx spanks Cylina for being a naughty girl in her class.

Then there’s a series of pictures of sexy Cylina I did a photo shoot of in the club’s attic in front of mirrors. Cylina  also plays the part of an unruly high school student in “School Girls” with Obsession. Their teacher is Sister Cuervo, played by Marilyn Mynxxx.  Marilyn’s even wearing a nun’s habit to play her part. Finally Alabama appears as Sister Margarita wearing her habit also.

Alabama at the Dollies Playhouse Strip Club
As one of the two nuns in Dollies trendy toilet sex at Dollies Playhouse Strip Club Alabama looks so innocent. The same cannot be said for the other “nun”, played by Marilyn Mynxxx.

There’s one picture of Alabama serving me a portion of Methyl blue in a Chinese restaurant where we are having a party. The stuff makes anyone who drinks it piss blue, and Alabama drank her portion too so we both peed in technicolor for a few hours.

Lastly, there’s the classic picture of a fully nude Alabama sitting on the toilet at Dollies posing for pictures.

And so it was back then. We were all wild and crazy and my digital camera recorded the strip club action. Back then Tequila was the drink of choice for the ladies and men like Big Howard and me.  I don’t think anyone took digital pictures into strip clubs in those days.  But we did a lot more than just that.  We went totally crazy dramatizing how much fun a strip club can be.  And put the whole thing on the internet here at alphapro.com for the entire world to see.  In those days we were the only game in town.

Marooned in Naklua Pen Bar with uncontrollable Pattaya bar girls

Four hours of unrelenting rain marooned us in Naklua Pen Bar with uncontrollable Pattaya bar girls.  With flood waters 24 inches deep there was no escape.

“This is the first time hurricane come to Pattaya,” Pen with a smirk.   I think you and Peter must spend night at bar,” she continued.

Peter and I had come to the bar five hours ago.  Driving our motorbikes.  But after five hours steady drinking we could see clearly now.  That there was no way out for us.  We’d just have to wait out the storm and suffer.  Luckily there was an ATM nearby.

But is Peter man enough to stand up to these uncontrollable Pattaya bar girls?

Now there’s one thing that can be said about Peter.  He’s a dedicated man of principle.  The man’s Norwegian.  He’s one of those hard nosed tough Scandinavians running those factory fishing boats north of the Arctic circle.  Think Viking warrior of 800 ad. invading English monasteries.  Pillaging every valuable in sight.  While putting all the monks to the sword.  And you have a fundamental understanding of Peter.  The man’s on a ship for three months.  Then he spends three months in Pattaya boozing it up and sleeping with a different woman every night.   This man’s definitely worthy of his ancestors.

He’s as tough as nails.  But there’s no way he’s getting home tonight until the raging storm lets up. Luckily he’s got a cast iron stomach.  And luckily that in Norway he spends Twelve dollars for a can of beer.  Because it’s going to take a lot of alcohol to quench his thirst tonight.

Who says you have to go to Pattaya’s Go Go Bars for a great time? Real expats such as Peter claim Walking Street’s only for tourists who don’t know any better.

Peter’s started  out for just another typical night by his lonesome.   But my girlfriend is sitting just to my right, which is pretty good reason for my repeatedly telling one of the bar girls to stop what she’s doing to me.   But I have no choice.  Other than resigning myself to being a victim of uncontrollable Pattaya bar girls.  Girlfriend or no girlfriend.  Because the storm will completely drench us before we get 100 meters down the road on our motorbikes.

We are stuck here for the duration. This has been absolutely one of our favorite neighborhood bars going on something like 7 years now. England has its neighborhood pubs.  And the United States has its neighborhood taverns for the locals to hang out at.  But we are eternally grateful to have places like this close by to our condos.  Where the women are plentiful.  The weather never turns too cold.  So we can ride our motorbikes year round, drink as much as we want and never have to worry about the police giving us a DWI.

Hitler belittled Digital Photography

On the night the world trade center went down Hitler belittled digital photography, telling me my digital camera was a toy.   And although Hitler was right about a lot of things, he was dead wrong about digital photography.

I was on assignment for Xtreme Magazine to perform  A mission, which was to cover Adara Michaels and Scandalous.

Xtreme required me to do an  interview of Adara.  But my editor also wanted me to get pictures of her with the other half of the blonde duo that called itself Scandalous.  But Hitler would have none of it. While  Hitler belittled Digital Photography he told me flat out that he would not allow anyone to take pictures of Adara.   With the exception of himself, the great Hitler.  And as Adara told me during the interview, she must obey Hitler.

Hitler belittled Digital Photography when I first met him.
Adara Michaels and I at the Exotic Dancer Adult Convention in Las Vegas. Notice that I’m wearing my “Xtreme Magazine” t shirt.

What really made Scandalous the most riveting feature act of its day, was Eddie Marshall’s expertise with lighting and special affects.  Hitler’s skills were perhaps even more important to Scandalous success as Adara’s superlative dancing skills. But with Eddie, it all had to be his way or the highway. It had been his idea to have the blonde twin sister act in the first place.

And now that I think back twelve years after that interview I realize that Hitler was right about most things.  Except when Hitler belittled Digital Photography.

For one thing I have learned that most women are absolutely unable to differentiate their best pictures from their worse. So Eddie’s insistence of having complete control over the picture taking process was right on target. I’m sure that Eddie also insisted that the two blondes comprising the Scandalous duo should totally respect his way of doing things. There could be no room for that petty jealousy that often arises between two entertainers.  And from what I could glean from Adara while interviewing her, she could respect that. So when I asked her what the key to her success was, she just laughed and said, “Hitler.”

Back in September of 2001, I was using a Kodak DC-3 digital camera, which was a big step up from the Kodak DC-40 I had started off with in January of 1997.  But it was still not up to the best Nikon film cameras most of the adult professional photographers were using. Less than a year later I spent the big bucks for the Nikon D-1 X.

The following year I once again ran into Hitle.  This time at Nudes-A-Poppin. When I saw him carrying a Nikon D-1 X just like mine I couldn’t help myself. I even addressed him as Hitler, with no malice intended. “Hitler, I thought you said that digital cameras weren’t any good?”

“Times have changed,” Hitler smiled back at me and replied.  The days that Hitler belittled Digital Photography were over.

You might also be interested in reading

“Secrets of Adara Michaels Scandalous”.  

and

 Strip club digital photography started
at Alpha Productions in 1997

 

 

Western Boxing Muay Thai (Thai boxing) which is better

With 176,000 views on my You Tube Video Western boxing Muay Thai video a lot of my viewers vehemently opposed my argument that Western Boxing was superior.  Which is putting it mildly.  A lot of my viewers hated me.  With 170 respondents reporting they dislike my video and only 36 stating they like it.

But most of these men never bothered to read my article on Western Boxing Muay Thai kick boxing which is all so typical in a world where people either can’t read or are too lazy to do so.

An overwhelming majority of all respondents have totally missed one key point I made in my Looking Glass Magazine article. This key point conclusively demonstrates that traditional boxing is far superior to Muay Thai when it comes to taking one’s opponent out of combat.

Many respondents remarked that the fights in the video were unfair as the Western fighters were far heavier than their Thai opponents. Had these people read my article they would have read that I had already duly noted the large weight discrepancy.  And that this fact has absolutely nothing to do with what the videos proved.. Weight discrepancies had absolutely nothing to do with what these videos demonstrated.  Moreover,  the fact that Thais were fighting falang was another irrelevancy.

What mattered was that in each and every case, the knockout blow was delivered with the hands and not once by a kick.

What the video proved is that it didn’t matter if the fighter was Thai or Falang.  Because in the end the victor had no faith in his kicking ability to knock out his opponent.

Think about it. A good boxer with decent punching ability can routinely deliver a knockout punch  with his fists just 18 inches away from an opponent’s head. How much extra distance does a kick boxer need to deliver a blow to an opponent’s head and which is going to arrive faster, the blow with the hand or the kick? How much time does a boxer need to be able to react to a blow to his head versus one delivered by a foot? There is simply no comparison. This is a matter of pure physics and not even worth arguing about. The only fly in the ointment is if the boxer relies only on his hands.  But this boxer does not have the punching power to get the job done.

In the video at least one of the “boxers” lacks such punching power.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
On my farm I converted a one car garage into an exercise room just 75 feet from my house. I heated it with a propane heater so I could exercise year round. But I also did a lot of running even in zero degree temperatures. I am still a firm believer in cardio vascular exercise over weight training so long as I am also building strength by swimming, or my favorite machine I use today here in Thailand. An elliptical machine which gives me all the strength I need.

He’s tentative. His punches lack authority. For me he’s really not a boxer.  He’s merely someone who claims to be one because his style of fighting is the traditional Western style of boxing.

Just because a man puts his hands in front of his face and says, “I’m a boxer” doesn’t mean he’s the real deal.  For such a man when it comes to Western Boxing Muay Thai  the Muay Thai fighter just might win.

To be a real Western style boxer, one first has to be born with the requisite speed that gives him the ability to win. But speed alone is not enough. He also needs to be stronger than his fellows. And even then he has to have the killer instinct.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
The idea behind the farm exercise room was to take me into another world so I could really enjoy exercising to the utmost. Note the mountain scenery wall paper. I framed it to give it the appearance of being a huge window overlooking the mountains. Note also the universal gym. It was pretty complete but in the end I didn’t focus too much on the universal equipment. I spent most of my time and energy using cross country skiing machines, the Schwinn Aerodyne and of course my punching bags.

And finally he needs to train correctly while having the right equipment at his disposal.

A lot of men who never had what it takes in the first place go through martial arts schools as a substitute for speed or the power they never were blessed with.

And even those who were born with the speed and power to win are still stuck with the same martial arts schools because the old boxing gyms the old timers used to train in have become a thing of the past.

When I was 19 I was operated on for a deviated septum. In those days I had trouble breathing through my nose. And I was very susceptible to colds and runny noses which oftentimes took weeks to get rid of.

The surgery left me feeling as weak as a kitten, and for several weeks afterwards I was unable to exercise. I felt very vulnerable and this sense of vulnerability reached its zenith when I took a very pretty girl to a St. Louis Cardinal baseball game.

We were both Freshmen in college and Susan was simply too good looking to be true. I had to park four or five blocks from the stadium and we had to walk through a bad area of town to get to the stadium and back. While walking that four or five blocks I started to almost feel like the guy who’s about to have sand kicked in his face by the bully. No one messed with us, it’s just that for the first time in my life I felt that there was nothing I could do if someone did. From that moment on, I resolved to never allow myself to get into a situation again where I’d feel so helpless.

That was during the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years of college. I was looking forward to my second year on the university cross country running team when I’d end up getting my varsity letter.

I was also looking forward to spending one month in the Wind River Mountains in the National Outdoor Leadership School, which amounted to an almost non stop expedition across Wyoming’s highest mountains in which we had to carry all our food and other supplies on our backs.

Our support team supplied us with food just once.   And that was after the first eight days of the course.  So we had to carry food on our backs for the remaining 22 days.  When you figure an intake of 2 pounds of food per day times that 22 days you can imagine what our packs must have weighed right after getting re-supplied upon completing the first eight days of the course. So looking towards all that strenuous mountaineering I’d be doing as well as a two workout a day schedule to kick off my Varsity Cross Country Running career, a summer long exercise program that would test me to the max was would be critical.

I chose a combination of boxing and cross country running, which amounted to a full hour each day hitting the punching bags along with some weight training in my step grandfather’s gym along with another hour of running.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
A one car garage is not very wide. To provide the illusion of lots of space, I lined an entire wall with large mirrors which made the entire room seem a lot bigger.

Now my step grandfather’s gym as well as his outlook on training was quite a bit different from just about everyone else I ever got to know before I met him or since. He was old school, having grown up in at a time when boxing was the only game in town.

Back then there was a profusion of gyms devoted to training boxers. In those days professional boxers would often come to small towns to do boxing exhibitions in which any man who could stay one round with them would wind up winning a tidy little sum. And while my grandfather always considered himself to be an amateur fighter he used to tell me that he’d often spar with one of his friends for ten rounds or so and then they’d complete their workouts by running 18 miles.

Western Boxing Muay Thai
I used this gym when I was in my forties and early fifties. I used the same platform bag setup my step grandpa gave me when I was 10 years old. And still used, not one but three platform bags. As for the heavy bag, I’d hit it low to develop body punching ability and power. But I often would pick out a single spot. Say one of the letters on the heavy bag up high where a man’s head would be. The idea was to be able to hit a small part of a man’s head with precision. Say the right eye with a punch that was capable of leveling a man in the blink of an eye.  When it comes to Western Boxing Muay Thai comparisons correct training is important.  But even more essential, one has to be born with the requisite speed, power, and killer instinct to prevail over such martial arts as Muay Thai.

My step grandfather had set up his basement as a gym in which he kept a heavy bag and a speed bag platform.

He also had a set of barbells along with a chin up bar and several rather odd but very simple exercise gadgets. For example he had cut off a broomstick handle into which I drilled a hole and then he had inserted a rope into his new handle and tied the free end onto a ten or twenty pound weight. The whole idea of the thing was for a man to extend the handle straight out in front of his chest with the weight hanging approximately thirty inches below the handle. He’d then wind the rope slowly onto the handle until the weight had nearly reached it. It was a great exercise for building up one’s forearms.

The object of the heavy bag was to develop terrific punching power. But what very few people would never know was how we used the speed bag platform to magnify what the speed bag was already accomplishing.

For one thing the speed bag platforms Grandpa had in his basement and which he had built for me just like it in my parent’s house were rectangular in shape.They were of good quality narrow boards which he had then sanded down to form a smooth surface. After hanging them from ceilings of both basements he then weighed them down with sandbags. The result was a platform that was far superior to the cheap factory made setups one could buy in a sporting goods store.

But that was just for starters. Grandpa had three different sizes of platform bags.

One was a small bag that he called a peanut bag.  It didn’t require much power to keep it going.  And when it did it became a rapidly moving blur. This bag was good at developing great hand speed and coordination, but the action was all in the wrists and hands.  Next up was a medium sized bag. With this bag one could actually develop a fair amount of arm strength. All around it was much better than the peanut bag which didn’t do much for developing a man’s punching power.

Last was Grandpa’s heavy platform bag. It took a fair amount of power to keep it going, although one could still use just his elbows to keep it moving. This bag along with the heavy bag developed power as well as hand speed and hand and eye coordination.

But we weren’t done yet. Grandpa had made a leather loop which he could insert into the leather loop that was already fastening the punching bag to the swivel that was mounted in the lower center portion of the platform. By using this second leather loop to augment the first the position of the bag hanging from the bottom of the platform would be lowered about 2 inches. It also lengthened the length of the pendulum or arc the bag would travel each time it was struck. By traveling a significantly longer arc the punching bag would of course travel much more slowly.

However, it would take a significant amount of power to keep the punching bag moving. No longer was it a question of just whipping one’s hands and wrists around.

When I’d be hitting this new extended heavy platform bag I’d have to bring each hand in turn behind my shoulders to develop enough punching power to keep spinning the bag.

The end result of all that exercise including my hitting the heavy bag and four different versions of the speed bag with each one taking progressively even greater strength was that

I ended up feeling as if I had the power of a baseball bat in each arm while I simultaneously felt I could deliver my punches on whatever portion of an opponent’s face I wanted.

For example….it wasn’t enough to just be able to hit a man on the chin or on his nose. It’d be more like I’ll nail him on the exact top left corner of his nose while the next punch with my other hand will be connecting with his left eye. When you really think about it being able to deliver the power of a baseball bat to whatever portion of your opponent’s anatomy you wish is really something. The next time I went to a baseball game I was deliberately looking for dark alleys to walk through.

Of course everything’s relative. I certainly wasn’t the only one using my grandpa’s boxing gym. It seemed like every tough kid in my hometown was using it, but for some reason two of the toughest kids never ran into me in that gym so I never wound up going up against them with the boxing gloves on. And of course, we sparred also, but I always won.

My grandfather told me, “You haven’t met Myron Spencer yet. He’d kill anyone from around here and he’d do very well in the Chicago Golden Gloves.

Much later on I’d wind up meeting Myron when we were both close to sixty. I never knew him when he was a young man in his prime, but the Myron I wound up meeting looked a lot younger than sixty.  And he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. But back when I was nineteen I weighed between 160 and 165.  Whereas Myron was a light heavyweight weighing between 180 and 190.  I’m sure he would have killed me in the ring.

Back at the High School class reunion  I met Myron for the first time.  While my  classmates told me how Myron and another young man I knew had gotten into a fight with three guys from another town.  Myron wound up chasing down his three opponents all of whom he knocked out. Meanwhile Larry had never made a move to support his friend, and by the time Myron returned to where Larry was waiting for him, Larry suddenly blurted out, “Let’s go get them, Myron.” But that’s typical of all the stories I heard about Myron whether it was from my grandpa or someone else. Although he never was a trouble maker, he was the sort of guy who’s make short work out of two or three opponents at a time. Now that’s what I call a real boxer.

My step grandfather told me a lot of stories such as the time he had a couple of young guys working out in his gym and a top professional fighter had come over to his house.

The professional had a baby he was taking care of. The two young men working out in my grandpa’s gym were pretty good with their fists, but when the professional boxer coaxed them into trying to hit him while he was holding the baby, neither of them could even come close. The professional simply started moving his head back or to one side or the other which caused the young men to miss every time while still holding onto the baby.

Ever see Muhammad Ali winning back the heavyweight championship from George Foreman in Zaire?

The other night I watched it again.  While I listened to Jim Brown, the famous Cleveland Browns running back,  predict that Ali would KO Foreman.

This time I got an entirely different perspective of the fight. Every time I had seen it before it appeared that Muhammad Ali had been able to tire out the much younger Foreman and that he had then been able to knock him out in the eighth round. To all appearances Foreman pounded Ali with his superior punching ability.  But Ali proved once and for all that he was among the toughest fighters who ever lived.  As well as perhaps the strongest chin in boxing.  Ali  weathered the onslaught and finally dispatched Foreman with ease.

Not this time, however. Even at the age of 32, Ali’s punches were so fast that I couldn’t really see them land.

Yet the commentators kept saying….”That’s a good one two from Ali. Another good punch. He’s starting to hurt Foreman now. Foreman’s right eye is getting very puffy. There’s blood coming from it now.” And at the same time, the commentators were saying, “It looks like Foreman is getting to Ali, that he’s really punishing him, but very few of his punches are getting through. Ali’s slipping all of them with those little movements of his head.” And every now and then parts of the bout would be replayed in slow motion and I would be able to see what I had missed before.

For the first time I could clearly see that this much younger man, this man who had so devastatingly destroyed Joe Frazier for the Heavyweight crown, simply did not belong in the same ring with Ali. Foreman didn’t have the speed to even come close to defeating Ali.  As for the two punches that eventually knocked Foreman out, one really had to see them in slow motion to fully  appreciate that Ali had really knocked Foreman out.  And that he had punched with authority and power.

And as they replayed that slow motion video  I could hear one of the commentators announce over and over again, “This is no phantom punch. This is no phantom punch!”

In obvious reference to the controversial 1st round knockout Sonny Liston suffered in his second world championship with Ali. They are still arguing that one. I suppose no one will ever know.

But my point is this. Although the leading boxing pundits of his day never gave Muhammad Ali enough credit as a finisher.  Such as Jack Dempsey, Joe Louis or Rocky Marciano,  Ali could knock out anyone he chose.   While no one could touch him for speed.  Even at 32, Ali made George Foreman look like a complete amateur.  Although Foreman couldn’t touch Ali, I’d venture to say that during Foreman’s prime no kick boxer would ever be able to reach Foreman’s head with a comparatively slow moving kick. I don’t think that even Bruce Lee could.   In spite of his wondrous athletic skills and tremendous training. And as for hurting Ali with a kick, there’s no way.

One could take isolated boxing events in which a Muay Thai or kick boxer bests a boxer who’s using traditional Western boxing techniques.

But I might suggest that the “boxer” is a boxer in name only.  He’s got the style but he doesn’t have the talent or the heart.

Also, it’s one thing to watch a bout on television, but it’s another to see one in person. I’ve seen good Golden Gloves fighters go to war against each other in the ring, and remember one in particular. I could not see any kick boxer surviving a bout with either of the two young men. They wouldn’t even have a chance at even thinking about getting a kick in, because they’d be too busy trying to focus on merely surviving the blizzard of punches coming their way.   So much for Western Boxing Muay Thai and which is superior.

Although I had  oftentimes boxed for fun with gloves on, I never enjoyed fighting in a street fight. But since turning 18 I’ve had several that I just couldn’t turn my back on. Although I was always aware of what I was doing while boxing with gloves on, I found real fights to be entirely different.

I really can’t remember ever trying to jab an opponent in a real fight or even trying to defend myself. Instead I’d have a single thought in mind which was to utterly destroy the other guy, even after knocking him down. I’d simply go on automatic pilot, and then I’d see my adversary go down, and I’d think he had slipped because I’d have no recollection of actually punching him.

If I had trained in martial arts other than Western boxing, I am sure I’d entirely forget everything that I had learned, so obviously for me in a real fight I was going by raw instinct while relying on my speed, accuracy and power.

Good boxers can easily deliver knockout punches from as little as 18 inches away with so much speed and precision that the Muay Thai trained martial artist who’s wondering what to do with his feet is helpless at stopping. So the next time anyone tells you that modern say martial arts are superior to old fashioned Western boxing and that they are much more scientific, keep in mind that all that scientific martial arts our Japanese opponents were using against American Marines didn’t help them during all that hand to hand combat of World War II.

Today about all you see are Martial Arts Schools and training courses that would have you believe they can accomplish miracles. The herd instinct takes over.  And when enough people believe  such nonsense they lose the ability to think logically.

So when you hear about all that new and scientific stuff just think of Jack Dempsey, who had been heavy weight champion in the 1920’s. When Dempsey was over seventy two young men assaulted him while he was getting out of a taxi.   Seconds later the old man put both men on the ground.

They remained there as Dempsey stood over them until the police arrived. The story goes that the pair didn’t dare get up, deciding that it was far better to wait for the police to protect them from the enraged Dempsey. Now that’s the stuff of martial arts legend. But Dempsey like my step grandfather came out of an era when Western boxing had a huge following. In recent years a lot has changed and where there had been boxing gyms there’s now a proliferation of martial arts schools thanks their becoming the darling of Hollywood and many years of the insidious corruption of organized crime in professional boxing. Nevertheless, Western boxing is still king.

Why are Thai Women Sexy?

Why are Thai women sexy?  There’s two reasons.  The first is, they want to be women, not men.  The second reason we are not sure of, although we can hazard a few guesses. But certainly we can say that Thai women are physically superior to Western women for whatever reason.

Thai Women Sexy
Why are Thai women sexy? To a sloth a sloth is sexy. And it is certainly a fact that many men like fat women. But I believe that the pickings are so slim that many men will go with fat women in their home countries because they believe they can’t find anything better. Now I’ve met a young guy or two who come to Pattaya who like their Thai women large. But overall, almost any man who comes to Thailand can have his pick of the litter. Most men will choose a slender girl over a fat one. And a young girl over a much older woman.

This is a fact although this fact might be arguable. The picture is of a sloth and to a sloth this sloth is sexy. It might be that a woman with the body of a sloth might be sexy to some men as well.   And it could very well be that some men prefer fat women. For those who do we advise you to leave immediately.  And go to a fat women’s web site. For those who don’t, please read on.

Thai Women Sexy
Why are Thai women sexy?   They love being seen as “Cute as a button” for one thing.

My first point is Thai women want to look and to behave like women whereas most Western women want to be men.  So why are Thai women sexy?  Their wanting to be feminine is one of the most important reasons of all.

Just take a look at many of today’s action movies. Do you see women behaving like men or like women?

Compare such modern day movies to say “King Kong” where Jessica Lange played the object of King Kong’s affections. That was back in 1976. That was thirty-six years ago and Jessica Lange was one helluva babe. As for King Kong, who could argue with his manliness and strength. Certainly Jessica lange, the female protagonist in the movie could not begin to match King Kong’s great strength, courage and other male virtues.

Jessica Lange in Kong Kong’s hand. Jessica is vulnerable, defenseless. While King Kong becomes her protector and guardian.

Jessica Lange is feminine, weak, and beautiful and as such she appealed immensely to the courageous, virile King Kong. Now let us advance the time frame ten years to “Aliens” starring Sigourney Weaver. The vulnerable feminine Jessica Lange has just been replaced by super heroine Sigourney Weaver who is smarter and stronger than all the men.

Sigourney Weaver is a fine actress who can play feminine roles, but that’s not my point. In Aliens she plays the super hero. In which she’s smarter and tougher than all the men.

And so the stage changed with women playing roles where they can fight as well or better than men who they can usually out think at every turn as well.

For better or worse what has emerged is a new breed of action hero and women have sought this as their role model.

My favorite girl from Super Girls.   From a few years ago.  She might be wearing jeans,  but she was wearing high heels.  She’s around five feet four.  Which is about average for an American woman.  And she weighed around 100 pounds.  Her American counterpart who’s also five foot four will weigh around 170 pounds.

Meanwhile Thai women have been content to be just women. And I should know as I am on my fourth and hopefully my last Thai girlfriend.  At 95 pounds she doesn’t even pretend to be able to match my physical strength. She enjoys going out shopping for new clothes, hats and shoes. But never mind….such things are cheap here. And for the most part she uses her own money.

The girl works as a “pro” on Soi Six. But notice. She’s wearing high heels. If I recall she’s about 100 pounds and she’s about five foot three or four.  She has a very pretty face.  But I’ve cartoonized it to protect her identity.

And after she’s bought something she will revel in looking at herself in front of a full length mirror (notice how I wrote full length mirror) which she can use not to view just her head but her entire body from her feet upwards. She will then oftentimes model other garments and ask me which I like the best or if she’s sexy or not.

The clothing is well styled and it’s well suited for showing off a girl’s figure. Very seldom will you ever see a Thai woman wearing a suit. You will not find them wearing gunny sacks either or extra large body bags,colored black, to hide most of their bodies.

Why are Thai women sexy? Aside from dressing well and wanting to behave like women instead of men, they eat a lot of spicy food that keeps their metabolism up and their figures trim and tight.

Thai women revel in showing off their trim little figures. They love wearing high heels, which everyone knows are a pain to walk in, but they like the high heels and the higher the better because they know that high heels gives them a longer legged and lankier figure which makes them look as tall as possible.

Very seldom will you find Thai women wearing U.S. or Thai army fatigues because they think they look cool wearing them. They are well dressed even when they do down to the beach. Style is everything and appearing like a man just doesn’t get it.

My next point is Thai women simply have much more beautiful bodies. They are slim and they have tight little butts, which is something that is more rare than gold these days in a Western woman.

Why are Thai Women Sexy?  The girl on the left is quite slender and on the tall side. But notice the girl over to the right. Look at how well she’s dressed, and I took this picture at a beer bar.  As I keep saying, Thai girls revel in being women.  They dress well and spend lots of time dressing up to show themselves off as desirable women.

My girlfriend tells me part of the reason for this is all the spicy food they eat. She’s right. I just looked up chili peppers and spicy food on the Internet which verifies much of what she’s told me. Thais eat spicy food and chili peppers to excess.  And I will tell you this, when you eat food as spicy as my girlfriend likes it you will sweat a lot. Your metabolism goes up and that causes a person to lose weight. Furthermore

Why are Thai women sexy?  For one thing Thais do not view eating out as driving their cars up to a McDonalds window where they won’t have to walk more than forty feet to get into their cars in the first place. And they don’t keep frozen pizzas in their fridge either.

I’ve been living here for six years now and although I have a full sized kitchen with every amenity I want, I still don’t have an oven that we can use for cooking pizzas and other heath robbing meals.

For all I know you might be into sloths but for most of us who want women who act like and look like women Western countries such as the United States forgot a long time ago what it means to have a good body or what it means to act like a woman. It is no wonder why virtual sex has become so popular in the West or why there’s a do it myself revival. If you want the real thing, however, you had better be coming to Asia where women still have the bodies and attitudes of women. And here the sexiest women of them all are the Thai women.

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Why am I doing the GOP cartoon strip?

 

I can’t draw so why should I even attempt doing a cartoon strip? It’s  simple.  I’m drawing the GOP cartoon strip because I’m a patriotic bastard.

There used to be such a thing as a moderate Republican whose attitudes and views represented a mainstream America.  In those days a moderate Republican or moderate Democrat  often voted for the party that offered the most qualified candidate.

Years ago I watched a debate between the conservative commentator and writer, William Buckley, and Norman Mailer.

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William Buckley looked every inch the school master whipping his snottey student Noman Mailer in his debate with William Buckley.  But this picture is of Mailer. It’s when I realized that there were no longer any William Buckley’s left in the Republician Party that I decided to create the GOP cartoon strip

In my judgment the debate was no contest with the conservative,Buckley, tromping the macho man of the literary world. Today, there are no more William Buckleys carrying the banner of the GOP.

RIck Sanitorum has been a leading proponent for teaching Intelligent Design in schools  Rick would like to give equal or more credibility for intelligent design at the expense of evolution.  But, according to Wikipedia, “Intelligent design (ID) is a religious argument for the existence of God, presented by its proponents as “an evidence-based scientific theory about life’s origins”,[1][2] though it has been discredited as pseudoscience.[3][4][5] Proponents claim that “certain features of the universe and of living things are best explained by an intelligent cause, not an undirected process such as natural selection.”[6] ID is a form of creationism that lacks empirical support and offers no testable or tenable hypotheses, so is not science

In the vaccuum have poured  the likes of Sarah Palin, Rick Santorum, Michele Bachmann, Rick Perry, Herman Cain, Christine O’Donnel.  Many of whom probably cannot even place Iceland on a map.

Sarah Bachman. “I don’t think I’ll run again. I’m not getting a call from God.” I though Sarah Palin was enough of a disgrace to any thinking American but when I heard this I decided it was time to create the GOP cartoon strip
GOP cartoon strip
Michael Savage

While such pundits as the Sean Hannidys and Glenn Becks of Fox News, and the likes of radio talk show kings of venom as Michael Savage and Rush Limbaugh have supplanted the the Bill Buckley’s of the old school GOP.

The GOP has turned so far to the right that Ronald Reason, who was once considered to be an ulta conservative would be an ultra liberal in today’s GOP.  SInce those brighter days of GOP sanity, a sinister right wing has hijacked the party.  This right wing of no nothings refuses to acknowledge that man creates climate change.  It caters to Christian evangelism by preaching that the origins of the human species is caused by intelligent design.  Which is no more than a Creationist spin to delude those who cannot think for themselves.  The evolution of the human species has no place in the GOP’s new order.

Things haven’t been this bad since the glory days of the Spanish Inquisition when they used to burn witches. The GOP has even found its own propaganda machine of enormous power and influence in Fox News. It has dedicated itself to defeating Barrack Obama from the first day he took office by denying that it was the policies of President Bush that caused the great recession.  The world had suddenly turned upside down.   That’s when I decided to create the GOP cartoon strip

Even an imbecile knows that you cannot pay for a war by decreasing taxes.  But today’s Republicans are worse than imbeciles

The GOP blamed today’s huge deficits entirely on Obama.  While it conveniently forgot that Bill Clinton handed William Busch a balanced budget which the Republicans blew into an out of control deficit when it started two wars.   While it decreased taxes not once.  But twice.

 To a man, the Republican party has tried to block every Obama initiative at every turn, in a relentless and uncompromising effort to ensure his failure just so it can win the next election. I see this not just as an ongoing attack on our president but upon the United States itself.

By doing everything in its power to destroy everything our president is doing just to make itself look good,

Since the GOP is guilty of treason  it became high time for me to create the GOP cartoon strip

Isn’t doing everything in your power to ensure that the nation fails, treason?  I rest my case.

Adolf Hitler had his Joseph Goebbels heading his powerful propaganda machine. The GOP and its new ultra conservative base has its Fox News,

which is arguably even more influential than anything the Nazis ever were able to deploy because of the huge technological advantages possessed by television and the internet. So far the Ultra Conservatives, the GOP and Fox News are winning by being able to shape public opinion to their way of thinking.

Unfortunately I have utterly no talent whatsoever at drawing. When I submitted my fifth Dick Fitswell short story to Jeremy McTeague, , my editor ,at Extreme Magazine ,Jeremy asked me to create a cartoon.  And when I told Jeremy I absolutely could not draw, he asked me to try anyway. And so I did, and after trying my best Jeremy sent me an email that said, “You are right, Jack. You cannot draw.” Xtreme  never published that cartoon. But here I am again, now creating the GOP cartoon strip when I know I am completely devoid of talent. But I must do what I can. Even if it’s to influence just one person that Fox News and the GOP are as dishonest and spiritually bankrupt as it gets.

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Non voting Americans are not true Americans

Publish “Dick Fitswell, man in search of the Perfect penis fit”?

Should I publish Fitswell or not?  The man in search of the Perfect penis fit s first five misadventures already appearing in two adult magazines. But Jim Lilly’s advice not to write Fitswell under my normal pseudonym still haunted me. Jim Lilly was the owner of the Wild Times Magazine, a small St. Louis based adult publication, and Jim was excited about getting me to create Dick Fitswell, having come all the way over from the St. Louis side to my East side apartment. Jim might have been all fired up about Fitswell, but I wasn’t. I wanted him to publish, Return to Visions a piece I had written about my returning to Visions Gentlemen’s club of my favorite strip clubs down scenic route 157 that meanders along the Mississippi River bluffs where the river long ago had made its channel. That night I had taken one of the dancers home from the club the long way. Early that morning, the girl and I had gone over to Monk’s Mound, climbed its steps and surveyed the landscape, a hundred feet below us, in the moonlight–a landscape of prehistoric Indian mounds of a once proud civilization now called Cahokia Mounds. To make a long story short I reluctantly agreed to write Fitswell in return for Jim’s publishing Return to Visions in his magazine. And now, after having finally written 28 episodes the real issue is whether to pull the plug and to publish the new Fitswell book or not.

Dick Fitswell is a horrible man whose only goal in life is to bang as many women as possible. But this single goal is only a means to an end, which is to find the perfect fit for his overly large male appendage. Whether he gets along with a woman or doesn’t and whether she’s a good person or not doesn’t matter, and for that matter whether she’s beautiful, although it helps, doesn’t begin to measure up to whether she fits or not. The Fitswell stories are pornographic, and I’ve never liked porn very much. But ever since getting halfway through writing the first Dick Fitswell story I’ve never stopped laughing as I’ve brought my character through one improbable misadventure after the other. Whereas the least enjoyable part of writing about Fitswell’s experience was writing about him having sex, I’d have the most fun thinking about where I’d drop him off next and how I could create a situation where Fitswell would get his just deserts right after doing something despicable to one of his female victims.

The question once again is, if I go even more public with Fitswell while admitting that I’m his creator, will this jeopardize any possible success for “Death on the Wild Side” or “Welcome to the Fun House?” And would I be tainting the name Jack Corbett by publicizing a book whose content is so pornographic? But the word pornographic doesn’t really fit here, however. I never intended my Fitswell stories to arouse the erotic instincts of my future readers. Instead my whole intent was to poke fun at the kind of men who behave like wanna bee Fitswells as well as those women who stupidly fall for such cretins. It was only when I got nearly halfway through writing the Fitswell series that organized religion became the subject of several of the stories.

If there has ever been any question of holding back on the Fitswell book, the Republican Party’s turning to the Far Right as we approach the coming election has convinced me to go full steam ahead. I find its policies, and its lying along with its chief propaganda tool, “Fox News” to be a hundred times more appallingly grotesque than anything Dick Fitswell does in my stories even if there wasn’t any humor in them or even a glimmer of hope for good satire. Fitswell is in the face, crude writing that is impossible to ignore, and I’m not sure how he’s going to be taken. It’s time for a few good laughs, however, and I think Fitswell’s time has come.

So I’m doing it. Expect the Fitswell paperback within two weeks.

Why two editions of “Death on the Wild Side”?

.There are two editions of Death on the Wild Side because I wanted the book to look a lot better.  So I did the entire 2nd edition myself.

In 1995 I published the 1st edition of Death on the Wild Side.   Back in those days I visited the strip clubs in the Saint Louis Metro East three times a week. I farmed 560 acres by myself while writing the novel.  I kept very busy back then and today I am simply amazed that I could accomplish it all.  Being at times a bit of a braggart and very much a showoff, back in the clubs I kept telling everyone, “Yes, I am writing a novel and I will have it published soon”, and true to my word, I did.

Death on the Wild Side novel
I bought the ship for $60.00 in Hanoi.  One exactly like it costs $1000 in Thailand.  The new 2nd edition of Death on the Wild Side is as visually stunning as the ship.

I was using film cameras back in those days so when I got around to putting the pictures together for Death on the Wild Side I had to depend on the quality of my cameras.  And how good a job others could do processing the film and getting the pictures print ready.

Although I typeset the entire book myself using my Word perfect Word processor I looked over twenty-four different printing companies to see which one could do the best job at the best price.  I chose Gilliand Printing Company to do the job.  Then I ordered a large enough number of books so that I could buy in at a low enough cost.  So that I could hopefully make some money out of Death on the Wild Side.  Gilliand produced the novel’s covers based on my initial specifications.

With the book finished at last, it was time to decide how to sell it. Only then did I begin to learn the harsh truths of what I was up against. First off, a self published author such as myself could expect low profit margins. Even worse, the prospect of facing bookstores and other outlets that paid their bills 60 days or even later came as a shock.  I got an even greater shock  when I learned that oftentimes the author-publisher would not be paid at all. The next harsh reality  was the issue of damaged books.  And that I’d likely be responsible for any books one of my re-sellers claimed got damaged in his store.

This whole thing was starting to look like a very bad deal for me, and no fun at all. But I learned about these self publishing harsh realities in how to do books after it was already too late.  After that truck dropped off a few pallets of books at my front door.  I soon came contrived numerous excuses for avoiding the plunge into such self publishing unpleasantness.  Such as cold calling book stores and acting as my own collection agency. I had to harvest corn, plant soybeans, supercharge my Miata sports car, etc.

Then I discovered the internet and said to myself…”Now that’s the way I need to go out and sell Death on the Wild Side.

But  by discovering the internet I created a monster. Digital photography was a  monster.   Because it took me completely away from my original purpose of getting on the internet in the first place. Which was to sell books.   I  started doing a lot of digital photography because I could easily put whatever pictures I took up on the internet.

And because I was already visiting strip clubs on a regular basis I found that I had gotten very popular with strippers in the Saint Louis Metro East and certain club managers and owners.

The digital photography ended up paying huge dividends and to make a long story short, eventually I found myself writing two articles a month for adult magazines while shooting pictures in strip clubs all over the United States.

Oftentimes clubs and feature talent agencies were paying for my hotel rooms.   And strip clubs were paying me several hundred dollars a night to hang out with the kind of people I always wanted to hang out with in the first place.

By then, I didn’t know if I should tell people I was a writer or a photographer.   I was already Jack Corbett, which wasn’t my real name.  And although I had started out as a writer by writing Death on the Wild Side, people had started calling me “the photographer.”  So was I a photographer or was I a writer?  For Xtreme Magazine I did both.  But what was I really best at?  And I was doing my own web site work as well.

I started to think of myself as a jack of all trades and a master of none.  I wasn’t making a living doing photography.  Most of my money was coming in from the farm.  And when people would offer to pay me money for shooting weddings and other events I had no interest in, Id simply tell them.  “No way.”  Once in awhile people would ask me to shoot porn.  And once again, I’d tell them, “I’m not into it and I’m not doing it.”

By this time I was starting to shoot a little video and my stripper friends and I started to concoct some really off the wall stuff while enjoying ourselves to the hilt.

I met my real Waterloo when my editor from Xtreme Magazine asked me to do a cartoon to go with one of my Dick Fitswell articles.

Jeremy  was about to publish it in Xtreme.  So I told Jeremy,  “Look, I can take excellent pictures.  And I can write well enough and I can do web site work.   But there’s one thing I can’t do.  I just can’t draw.”  Jeremy asked me to try anyway.  So I drew a cartoon and after Jeremy received it, he replied, “You sure were right, Jack.  You really can’t draw.”

Eventually I ended up moving to Thailand.  Where I started playing around with the idea of writing a few short stories some of my new companions.

When one of my German friends found out I was writing about a German builder I called “Herman the German” he started laughing his ass off, and from then on he kept asking me about how I was faring with Herman the German and the Fun House.

My German friend kept goading me on.  So eventually I turned my little project into the novel that became, Welcome to the Fun House.  It was while writing Welcome to the Fun House that I really started to investigate “Print by Demand Publishing” where I could turn out just one or two or for that matter two hundred books at a time with virtually no up front costs to myself.

At this time another one of my German friends, Ludwig Johner, a retired architect, was doing oil painting upstairs while taking care of his ninety year old mother who had Alzheimer’s disease.  I felt Ludwig was truly an excellent artist with a really whacked out way of looking at life through his paintings and that’s when I decided that the front cover design for Welcome to the Fun House should be based on one of his paintings.  I wound up producing the entire design of the back cover from scratch by myself.

When my first proof copies of Welcome to the Fun House came in I was astonished at how good the book looked.

To my eyes it looked far more attractive than the usual fare one finds in most bookstores.  I had learned something after all from playing around with graphics arts programs such as Photoshop doing promo for strippers and doing my web site work.  And that is when I vowed to turn out a new edition of Death on the Wild Side.  Everything had just turned out so well with Welcome to the Fun House  from the quality of the paper, the overall appearance of the book and the attractiveness of the text inside the book, but most  of all it was the front and rear covers that made the book exceed my expectations.

The first big decision I had to make about the coming 2nd edition of Death on the Wild Side was who was going to be my cover girl.   I had thousands of pictures to choose from that I had taken in strip clubs from Las Vegas, the Saint Louis Metro East. Indiana, and Texas, all the way over to the East Coast in Rhode Island, Pennsylvania and Massachusetts and I had scores of entertainers to choose from.  I asked myself, “out of all those entertainers, which girl most consistently photographed the best?   In my heart, I knew who the girl would be before I even delved into all those pictures.  So it didn’t take long out of those thousands of pictures for me to find the perfect shot.

When I received my two proof copies of Death on the Wild Side from Amazon I was stunned.  The book was simply gorgeous.

My Thai girlfriend immediately said, “I want one.  That one is my copy,” she said while pointing at one of the two books.  She still keeps it close to her bedside.

It is as close to perfection as I could make it.  As for its ultimate success or failure in the marketplace, only time will tell.  After all, I might not be really all that terrific as an author.   Who knows.  Even so, if it were in a bookstore right now competing for space against all its competition, I am confident it would be crying out, “Look at me.  Look at me.  See how pretty I am.”

You can buy Death on the Wild Side at amazon.com here