Patriotic Masturbation

Let’s be real. It feels good: the caress, the euphoria and yes the orgasm. It’s nothing short of addictive. It’s a habit that few will admit to and fewer will kick.

Its right- or wrongness is, I think, debatable but undeniable is the reality of Premature E-Jack-elation, the plague which not only shortens the duration of the experience but can cause extreme embarrassment when actual performance is required.

I for one hope that by some miracle we aren’t caught with our pants down in Germany and have our inflated egos collapse with sudden discharge. More than this I hope that through this experience we learn the truth of our habit; that no matter what our Uncle Jack is telling us or selling us there are consequences for all our actions and that our greatest glories are forged in time and not bought by money or dictated by power.

I suppose at the end of the day it is we who decide what we really desire; fulfillment and pride in our resilient identity molded through generations of unbroken love of souls and of life or the instant thrill of the climax.