On Leashing That Passion
Posted on | August 24, 2010 | 11 Comments
by Smitty
The lady in the picture is rumored to have been the direct object of Julian Assange’s attentions in Sweden:

- Worth Risking Jail?
Julian, let me share with you a canned rant that I offer to all the young lads: men control their passions. Boys, not so much. Admire your Rule 5 where and how you see it, but bear in mind: if she’s not your wife, you have no business being ‘busy’ with her.
Generalizing, the great screw-ups in life frequently share a thread of living strictly in the present tense. Sure, we live our lives chronologically, but they’re still our lives; a connected chain of moments stretching until our heart beats its last. A shot o’ leg from a tasty squeeze here triggers a tremendous snarl a few shots down the chain.
So, write her a poem, take a cold shower, run a few miles, but, really, Julian: do manage the wedding tackle like a man.
Oh, and while we’re on this nautical metaphor, have a care with whom you’re screwing professionally. Acts of war are defined in an increasingly broad fashion, and the chain of moments in your life could come to a sudden bitter end. Seriously, and without snark: that would be unfortunate.

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