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we've reached levels of autism that I've never seen before
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In addition to @Metalrain-01 's comment, it's been established that during Onision's childhood, Tami started dating an adult man called Greg. They would be extremely loud during sex, with Tami scream-moaning "OH GREG, YES GREG, OH OH GREG" and similar. Which Onision overheard very easily.Did Greg's mom sexually abuse him to make him as deranged as he is?
YesDoes Repzion have a thread yet? Acting a bigger cow by the day.
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Tami's insane website is still online, if you want to have "Ellen Degeneres with down syndrome" characters stare into your soul.
@speshul_sn0wflake
That photo is an old one IIRC so I don't think we should take it as a guarantee we'll see huswife on OF. I wouldn't be shocked either way though. 50/50 at this point.
Who’s watching though? It’s mostly just “haters” and trainwreck watchers enjoy his humiliation.I'm not surprised Grug has probably done anal before given how fucking obsessed he's been with cummies. Humping your dry boiwife and masturbating to bestiality hentai only goes so far for stimulus. That circling thing seems like it was Grug poorly imitating something he has seen in porn where the chick gyrates her hips while riding but because he's spazz it looks ridiculous.
And a little protip for our e-manwhore: Most people on OF chose a niche and stay in it, whether it's costhotting or getting it up their ass from their gf, otherwise you'll have constantly escalate. And given the current trajectory Grug will be trying to fit a 15 inch horse dildo up his rear exhaust in the next two months.
>review left in 2015Hmm, let's see the reviews... 5 star, 5 star, 3 star, 3 star... 1 star... oh, who was that?
Well, that's totally not giving off A-log vibes.
ALog and cringe as it is, I still stand by this sentiment. Her book is objectively awful. I got a copy thankfully without having to pay for it and it was just as much of a trudge through as any of Russetman's one hundred or so page diatribes. And since we're on the subject of Crazy Tami, it's really hard to top this crown jewel of insanity, Oedipus, and cringe from onionmom: https://web.archive.org/web/20060504161812/http://tamoon.com/AirmanGreg.htmLmao, from Stevie's review on her book.
"All in all, this book is garbage. Its ideas have already been done before by many other much more talented writers both of book and television, its plot makes no sense at all and the reader will just end up scratching their head asking why anything going on in the story is happening at all. I think Ms. Jackson should stick to support her rape apologist, militant vegan, emotionally abusive womanizing son on his rampage through life and YouTube rather than attempt to write books. 1 out of 5."
She really is an autistic sperger. Greg's essentially a male clone, my god. The way they both talk about 'life experiences' and other people in general. The over embellishing and dramatization. My eyes want to die lol>review left in 2015
Yeah, that seems about right. I'd like to think I've pulled my head out of my ass since then.
ALog and cringe as it is, I still stand by this sentiment. Her book is objectively awful. I got a copy thankfully without having to pay for it and it was just as much of a trudge through as any of Russetman's one hundred or so page diatribes. And since we're on the subject of Crazy Tami, it's really hard to top this crown jewel of insanity, Oedipus, and cringe from onionmom: https://web.archive.org/web/20060504161812/http://tamoon.com/AirmanGreg.htm
I give you, "Airman Greg". This was posted on her old, now archived "Tamoon Massage" business site for her massage business. Why in the fuck would you post this on a site about your personal small business, secondly, what normal person is supposed to read this and come out thinking the writer too is a normal person with a completely normal and healthy relationship with their son?
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WHAT IT IS LIKE: Peace-lover being a military mom
by Tami Jayne Jackson
Being a military mom is not a position I would ever choose for myself or anyone. I didn't raise my offspring to become human targets for angry bomb-wielding terrorists. I'm a healer, not a fighter. Yet I've never taken drugs or fried my brain so I could possibly think this world was NOT a violent place in which to live. Still, I certainly never wanted any of my children (three by birth, two more by marriage) to get into a position where they might some day have to choose to either take another human life or risk losing their own.
Yet regardless of how often I banged my head against the wall nagging to my youngsters that they needed to go to college and utilize their many creative talents (and believe me, my kids are GIFTED, talented and utterly loveable) they have ignored all of my promptings and instead listened to the iron fisted Uncle Sam.
Truly, this article has nothing to do with how I feel about war or about the United States’ invasion of foreign countries. It has everything to do with my parental pride, since my middle daughter and youngest son have joined the United States Air Force. My youngest step son has also joined the military. He serves in the Navy and all three of my young recruits serve their country with utter devotion. I know it has taken a lot of guts and determination to excel in boot camp and graduate on time. I could not be more proud of any one of my children. (I guess they take after you, paratrooper dad.)
MEANWHILE
With my adult children serving their country, the military has had opportunity to swing my heart on a string like it were a mere pendulum vacillating first this way and then that. When the rules of boot camp dictated what I could and could not do (e.g., parents remain very limited in how they may communicate with the enlisted when needed or desired) I tended to feel grossly defiant – even while I exercised a great deal of restraint and did not buck the system because that would have meant my child would suffer undesirable consequences.
During Air Force boot camp graduation, for example, moms cannot hug their Airmen for more than three seconds (count: "1,000+1, 1,000+2, 1,000+3" and the hug is OVER) without the Airman suffering punishment -- and considering that such restrictions apply after a couple of months of absence from my child (and me knowing the physical and emotionally trials s/he'd just been through at boot camp) well, let's just say that seemed unjustly burdensome.
It's not in my nature to accept the fact that this particular mom (me) could suddenly have to follow military orders when I had been a single parent for many years and raised my children as a sole custodial parent, with full attention and devotion. It was not ME who enlisted in the military, after all . . . and yet, it was (vicariously) ME because my children are truly an extension of who I am. Everything they feel, I feel all the more. When they experience pain, I suffer it tenfold and when they overcome huge obstacles I feel just that much more pride for their success.
That’s why it seemed humiliating for me to sit through the Lackland Air Force base’s “parent orientation” before the boot camp graduation weekend could begin. There I felt reluctant to continually listen to the wet-behind-the-ears Airman-Training-Instructor who enjoyed ridiculing both recruits (suggesting they were all a bunch of graffiti -vandalizing, pot-smoking teenagers) and mothers (who reportedly would be so intellectually absent they might kiss the first shaved-headed Airman they saw – mistaking a stranger for their son or daughter).
After that -- after flying to Texas, not being able to see my child, the military base FINALLY gave me permission to get a glimpse of my freshly trained troupe. I was granted permission to stand on a street corner while my Airman ran by in the midst of a few hundred other tight-bun (speaking hair) or bald recruits. I stared as each valiant soldier ran by amidst the rhythm of so many hundred military feet pounding the pavement and voices lifted up in such a unified effort to sing joeys. I strained my eyes to pick out which head and face belonged to ME.
Then, when I did see him/her (running so seriously focused and strong and shouting the chants in a mature voice that had sounded so young just a few weeks before) a huge wave of emotion flooded over me. I gulped and held back tears until I could not breathe through the salty water that flooded my throat. Because of the stream, which welled up in my eyes and flooded my cheeks, I felt relieved that my Airman could not look my way, or worse: stop to say “hello.” (I would not have been able to talk.)
Hours later, after the military GAVE ME permission to talk to my child, I felt protective to watch him/her march up to me, posture erect, neck straight, both hands in line with the hips.
So that is why I ask myself, How could I possibly NOT feel so very proud. My airmen/navy recruits are admirable people who excel in whatever they put their mind to do. My heart swells with admiration for each of them.
Note: as a military mom/massage therapist, my athletic children are often calling me when they strain or sprain their soft tissue or muscle. The best thing to do for any type of injury like that is to follow the First Aid acronym "RICE" (That's "R" for rest [ "I" for applying an "ice" pack [ "C" for bandaging/bracing/compression [ and "E" for elevation of the injured limb). Another note: get a regular massage to help to PREVENT sports injuries.