Daniel Guy's Blog

by Daniel Guy. 'Thank you sisters for your warm welcome.  I am very pleased to be here as your guest speaker tonight.  As some of you know, I have been lecturing to Female Supremacy groups around the world for almost ten years now and it is always nice for me to have the chance to come over to London once in a while.  Tonight I want to demonstrate to you how men can be programmed to fulfill the basic sexual needs of women.   Those of you who have read my latest book, ‘Possessing the Penis'  will already be familiar with my views on the urgent need for world female domination.  I believe that in order for us to defeat the destructive influence of men public life, in places of work and in politics, we must first be able to defeat male dominance in our private life.  My lecture tonight will be a practical demonstration of some of the techniques outlined in my books. If you still have not made your male partner a slave to your needs, then I believ...

by Daniel Guy 1. ‘….and at the heart of Project Earth is a belief that we are all bothers and sisters of one planet, and the vast majority of us want to live peacefully and in harmony with our neighbours, to love and to be loved, and to protect the earth for our children. For this to be achieved Project Earth needs you, to join our party! Only when we unite will we have a chance to rise up and challenge the elite, the corrupt power hungry politicians, bankers and international institutions who will otherwise continue plunder the earth and enslave its citizens!’ The moment Sam Kinski finishes his speech his entire audience, ten thousand people packed into a Manchester football stadium, stand and applaud, many with tears in their eyes. Sam dips his head modestly in gratitude and waves at the jubilant crowd, without smiling. He stands behind the microphones, tall, lean and dressed in black jeans, white tee-shirt, with a thick silver ring pierced through the lobe of his left...

by Daniel Guy At the back of a city pub, Toby was sitting with his Mate Sam, offering advice. When he finished he lit a cigarette and sipped his beer.   Sam sat opposite, his hands a cradle for his face, too miserable to be ashamed of tears.   Toby leaned forward and touched Sam’s elbow. 'Sorry mate. I didn't mean to make things worse.' The awkward silences shared by these two ordinary looking middle aged men was accompanied by a pitchless background a-cappella rendition of HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SONIA, sung by a party of young female receptionists, sitting around a table at the other end of the bar. Toby looked over Sam's shoulder to catch birthday girl Sonia unwrapping from metallic green wrapping paper, a large pink latex vibrator. He thought for a moment to draw Sam's attention but glancing back at him, he decided that Sam might not be in the mood. Sam adjusted his melancholic slouch from one elbow to the next and looked down at the mosaic he'd cre...