Dr Atomic, Pot Scientist, posted, toasted and roasted

Ok, so Dr. Atomic is up. I don’t know how we ignored this guy for so long, he’s way overdue to our legion of honor. Most of these are slapstick, druggie funnies, nothing too cerebral here but one funny note is the Marijuana Multiplier issue, which was basically how to use an Isomizer, if you were alive in the ’70s you’re aware of these things, they supposedly made poor pot good by going through a god-awful amount of trouble to distill down the intoxicants and leech off the dross, but I don’t think anyone ever made a profit or even gained an inch doing it.
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More innocent black people mugged by white reality

More innocent black people mugged by white reality

I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet, and I predict it WILL happen, that all these black people claiming the police, and now citizens, are harassing them but are proven wrong by dashcams and surveillance cams are going to start stating that we don’t know THEIR reality, we can’t understand that police politely asking you to walk against traffic seem condescending and smugly racist from a BLACK perspective, that the woman pulled over for a suspended license felt threatened by the officer’s professional and respectful manner, which she found intimidating and hostile,and you can’t know unless you’ve had the black experience.
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Reality is in the melanin level of the beholder

Reality is in the melanin level of the beholder

Ho-hum, another entitled black elite gets in a situation with the cops, this time, unlike the case where the lady of color was in danger of getting hit by cars because she’s too dumb to walk facing traffic (she feels entitled to walk in the middle of the road because of years of white traffic privilege, or something) this Princeton prof of color had warrants out for her arrest.

And predictably, she was totally in the right and the cops were hostile, mean, racist, intimidating, rude, hateful, unruly, unkind and pretty much RAC-ISS!11 as Robert Byrd at a Klan Night Koffee Klatch.
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Rip Off Comics complete


Whew. To start with, there are 31 issues, more than any other series we’ve undertaken. Second, the powers that be determined that info and reviews of the issues should be included. All this resulted in about 2 weeks of intensive work getting these up, so I hope you appreciate it and we hope the stuff stays up.

Rip Off Comics all 30 issues in sliders for easy reading plus reviews, author notes, publishing notes, covers and etc.
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Lesbian Librarian

Library

by Marie LeClare

“I’m going out to the library.” I said to my mom, as I was almost out the door.

“Where to?” she asked, reminding me not to make myself a nuisance.

Rolling my eyes, I said, “to the library where I can do a little research on something for school.”

I had to lie to my rents because at home they had put Net Nanny, or something, on our computer. At the library I could see the lesbian pictures and movies I craved.

Arriving at the library a few minutes later I went to take a seat at a computer in the corner that is nearly hidden from everyone. Sitting down in the chair I logged on to the Internet and went to check my e-mail, but all I had was tons of spam. It was then that I decided to find and look at some lesbian porn web sites.

After a few minutes I noticed this beautiful woman that was coming my way so I quickly closed off the sites so that she couldn’t see my screen.
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docweasel.com Christmas Gift of the Magi

Gift of the Magi

They were newlyweds, and poor in all but love. For the first year, that was enough.

For the second, a tightness came to her face, and he looked a bit less elegant, with his thrice turned cuffs. He looked a bit pathetic, going from one place of business to another looking for work after he lost his job at the bank.

She smiled less and they stopped talking of having children, having them soon, anyway. He made due with patched shoes and shiny, threadbare suits. She mended her dresses and tried to be patient with staying home every night of the week and week-ends too, when they used to dance four nights of the week and dine out three before they were married.

All that remained of his former affluency was his heavy gold watch, the pride of his family for generations. Even in his impoverished state, he was always reassured when he pulled it out, hefted it in his hand, the ever true timekeeper. Somehow, it made him feel a little better.

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