A Day Of Dougie: The Advocate, San Francisco & Lassie…

Tossing Salt Presents:
A Day Of Dougie
The Advocate, San Francisco & Lassie
September 7, 2021

Good morning and welcome to a lovely Tuesday in the great state of Carolina. It’s far too early to be awake, but as per usual, another doctor appointment awaits. Two of them actually, but at this point, what difference does it make. One, two, ten, it’s all the same. I’m trying to stay positive, but it’s pretty much wash, rinse, repeat these days. No changes except to get worse and I’m still in pain, still walking around with an infection in my foot, and still a sexy beast. I had to slip that last part in, but y’all know it’s true. I’m frustrated and annoyed and disgruntled, but the middle-aged fat man can still turn heads and make the men smile. Of course, usually, the head-turning is a result of, “Say what, you sick ass perv?”, but whatever works.

So here we are and it’s time to do a Day of Dougie. I have a new Ultimate Wrestling Q&A, as well as a Questions By Casper, lined up to do later today and of course, I’ll be sharing some more of the excellent No Chaser videos by the Team Supreme, JHoody & Drunk Dane, as well. That’s all for later today. Or I may just drink a beer and go back to bed. We’ll see about that. But now, it’s time to get busy. Where my Magic Bag at. I need some topics. And here you go. Today’s subjects of discussion will be (drum roll please) The Advocate, San Francisco, and Lassie. Okay, that sounds interesting. Let’s do this.

The Advocate…

Once upon a time, there was a magazine made for gay & lesbian people called The Advocate. It leaned left politically as one might expect but was fair, entertaining, and informative. And I subscribed and used this magazine as my tool to learn more about gay culture, political news, and just about everything else that a young gay man should need to know. Well, all except for the sex stuff. There was porn and willing neighbors to help out for that part of the deal. And then something changed. New editors and the election of Barack Obama and the magazine went from being left-leaning, but fair to a propaganda machine for the Democratic party, extreme to the max, and just totally unreadable. They still have lots of pretty pictures in their sister magazine, OUT, but the Advocate went from being a respected news source to a total piece of garbage and trash. If you don’t agree, just read a copy from fifteen or twenty years ago and then look at an edition of the magazine now. You won’t believe it’s the same magazine and except for the name on the cover, it’s not. Journalism is dead and for the gay man in America, it’s been dead for a long time. It’s a shame because this magazine used to be credible, informative, and entertaining. And now, it sucks (and not in a good way). Rest in Peace Advocate magazine. You definitely are missed. Let’s move on.

San Francisco…

What used to be one of the most fascinating and beautiful cities in the world, now just a haven for drug addicts, the homeless, and left-wing loonies. How the mighty have fallen. If hell on earth has a name, it’s probably San Francisco. It’s even worse than Detroit. It’s on par with Chicago. It’s just a bad place to be. When I was growing up, one of my dreams was to go visit the West Coast and see and explore the City of San Francisco. The stories I’d heard and the image that the city projected to the world made it a dream destination. Now it’s just a nightmare. Poor leadership by mayors like Gavin Newsome and Willie Brown, the married sugar-daddy, for Vice President Kamala Harris, ran that place into the ground with poor management and liberal policies. Then the drugs were legalized, the homeless started moving in, and it all went to shit. And rather than fix the problems, the powers-that-be, like Nancy Pelosi, the inept, drunken Congresswoman who represents that city as part of her congressional district, has decided to focus their attention on personal grudges and power trips. No surprise there, is it? We still have the memories though. Unfortunately at this rate, those will be gone soon as well and the city of dreams will be nothing but a forgotten nightmare. RIP City By The Way. We’ll miss you. Let’s move on.


How many damn times can Timmy fall into that well? Lassie was a beautiful collie that had a TV show in the seventies, barked a lot, was smarter than the average bear, and for some reason, loved and looked after Timmy even if he did keep getting in trouble and falling into that damn well. The story was always the same. Timmy gets hurt or in danger and sends Lassie to go get help. Lassie barks a lot and then goes get help. A happy ending for all and then it was the same time, the same thing the next week. You have to know that Lassie was probably sick of it all and was most likely just wanting to bite Timmy in the face. Hell, I was only four or five years old when I watched that show and I wanted to punch Timmy in the face. I still do now that I think about it. And poor Lassie. Let that poor dog get on the couch, chew up a bone, and rest for a bit. Give her a treat and leave her be. Damn you, Timmy. Damn you to hell (or San Francisco). Yeah, I remember Lassie. And it makes me understand even more why I prefer cats.

And there you go. My thanks for reading. Comments, thoughts, and any questions you may have are welcome and appreciated. Until the next time, take care of yourself and stay good. I have to leave now to go to the doctor. Oh, joy! Have a great one and I’ll catch you later.


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