Pussy Target: Banger Tart with a Dart

It's good to own a dart. It's better when you know what to do with it. It's best when you know what to do with it, and have the skill to slap that shaft exactly where it needs to go. Let's not Diddle for the Middle. We want a Bulls-Eye or at least a Bag O' Nuts. We look tenderly at our dart-girl. We see Two Fat Ladies- 88 points, just waiting to be enjoyed! The main objective for beginners is to keep the darts on the Island, the playable part of the girl. The most attractive dart does no one any good, bouncing off into the ocean. (If you don't know dart-player slang, Google it.)

As with many things in life, no matter how you aim, you can never quite land exactly where you want to be. Even if you aim for a bulls-eye, you may hit your mark but not directly in the center. There are always variables, numerous factors that affect your aim, like how your body is positioned, your experience, the way your arm is positioned, the dominant eye use, how many beers you've had, and many other factors. If we wish to be philosophical, we might say, life is darts. Never stop trying until you hit that bulls-eye, and even after you hit the bulls-eye, always aim for consistency, not just trying to be perfect. In reality, no one is ever perfect. We aim for scoring three consecutive bulls-eye shots in one round using three darts, The Hat Trick. That is not going to happen every day.

Let's talk more about the dart-girl, the tart with lovely anatomy. We want a Hat Trick with a hot, cheerful, willing female (or a male, if you are a heterosexual girl, or gay boy.) The goal becomes a philosophical necessity, a method of self-definition, one part of defining your own life. Most of us want to define our own lives, rather than be pushed this way and that, by the definitions other people throw at us. Usually, other people are throwing definitions at us, to get something from us, to make us some kind of willing slave, to serve whatever agenda they have in mind. That is no way to live. There is no free will or freedom in that scenario. I think of a British girl from Ipswich, who married a man from the boonies of Northern Michigan, from Rapid River, Michigan. On the first day home, he drove her down a mile-long road, the Main Street of Rapid River, Michigan and her heart sank into Trailer-Trash Hell. She was now economically trapped in a one-horse town with a one-horse man, full up and proud of his one-horse ideas. This was long before the internet and Google. She had no way of truly knowing what she was getting into. She believed his line of total bullshit--- a peaceful, lovely life in U.S.

Let me finish that story. Eight to ten years later he took to verbally assaulting her, threatening her. She joined a martial arts class, and earned a black belt. Which shut him up for good. She could now kick his ass at any given moment. They made babies and the babies grew up and went to college. Who knows how it all turned out, or if it was honestly worthwhile for any of the people involved.

The larger human story is the quest for self-improvement, a striving for perfection, while knowing perfection is not possible. Never stop trying until you hit that bulls-eye, and even after you hit the bulls-eye, there is more work to do. We humans have an inherent need for free will, unrestrained by the agendas of other people. Self-improvement can be exactly that: We wish to achieve something. By our own efforts we accomplish that goal, and then move on to the next goal. With or without, the tight-ass agendas and slave-trade definitions which are meant to keep us small, manipulated and constrained.