Name that tune

Here some lyrics of songs I listened to today. Can you name the title and the artist?

1. "I spent all my money, I've been drinking since a half past noon. Well I'll wake there in the morning, or maybe in the county jail. Times are hard, getting harder, I'm born to lose and destined to fail."

2. "But I busted a chair right across his teeth and we crashed through the wall and into the street kicking, and a gouging and the mud and the blood and the beer"

3. "As free market, capitalism and technology expands, the third world's fertile soil becomes a desert wasteland."

4. "Stay in your playpen boy and babble for your formula and cry as you pacify this lullaby from the black butterfly."

5. "Lift the gift from the earth, and whats from the earth is of the greatest worth, so before you knock it, try it first, oh you'll see its a blessing, and its not a curse."

6. "So I went and joined the band, and I went out on tour. And I smoked a lot of heroin, and I passed out in manure. I made out with the groupies, started fires backstage, made a lot of money, and I gave it all away. Well the band got killed, so I started a solo career, and I won all the awards, and I drank all the beer. I opened up a taco stand, just to smell the smell, cooking with the devil, frying down in hell."

7. "And the hangovers hurt more than they used to. And cornbread and iced tea took the place of pills and 90 proof. And it seems like none of us do things quite like we used to do."

8. "We can go and get 40's, fuck going to that party."

Whatever you can do.. we can do worse

The Hawks and Hornets, two dominating franchises in the field of inepitude, are waging a high-stakes war to rid themselves of any players capable of winning games for them this year. First, the Hornets managed to dump off Jamal Mashburn and Rodney Rogers (both decent players) for Glenn "Big Dog" Robinson, whose game, as all Hawks fans know, most resembles a steaming dog turd. But uh oh, their star player, Baron Davis is primed to come back from his latest injury. No worries, trade him to the warriors for a has-been (Dale Davis), and a never-was (Speedy Claxton).

These insightful trades put the Hawks behind the eight-ball as our team may actually be 'gasp' superior in talent to another team's roster. Fortunately we moved swiftly and managed to dump Antoine Walker (our leading scorer) for Gary "the worn-out mitten" Payton, and Tom "YMCA" Gugliotta. With these formidable losers coming to town the race for the most ping pong balls is in full effect. Bring your worst Hornets.... literally.

Mi Kill fa fun

Sidung, ya mamma man. Dis da original Jamaican cantseefade who be well tallowah. Yahso be mi blog. Yeserday evenin mi travelled to watch the bloodclot jackets play da bue scientists of Duk. Dis red-heded Bafan white-boi made many goals for da jackets. But in de end, da scientists prevailed in dis Babylon matchup. As mi watch de game wit de baldhead jacket fans, mi see no biscuits fa mi wood, only dem battybwoy jackets. But de game was uphill as me was red fra de lambsbread, ya seen?

Anyway, mi gone bunks mi res, more time mascot. "Niyabinghi, ya renk biatches!!"

Death of a legend

"I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone..... but they've always worked for me." - Hunter S. Thompson (1937-2005)

Things are here
Things venture astray
Things reappear
Before fading away

Instructions on how to lose $50 cash on Party Poker:

Play and win a Step 1 tourney while simultaneously losing $25 on a cash table.

Play and win a Step 2 tourney

Play a Step 3 tourney and raise from early position with KQ suited and milk a guy for 550 chips on a 6,7,K,8,10 board before he reraised me 200 of my remaining 300 chips on the river, revealing his A,9 offsuit which he doublerunnered into a straight.

Somehow rebound 100 chips into 6th place and get a Step 2 entry again.

Build $14 up to $22 and play a $22 tourney with my last cash- get 1st and am back up to $102

Lose the Step 2 on the first hand to a guy who thought his pocket 6's were good vs. 3 people and runnered a straight against my AK (pair of K's and 5 high straight).

Lose the $102 on a $33 tourney (4th), a $28 Party Poker Million IV qualifier (KK loses all-in preflop to QQ on a 2500 chip pot), and two $25 PLO tables where whatever deity exists rejoices in pissing all over me with various runner-runner beats.

Rinse, wash, repeat and you'll be living on the street in no time!!

***Afternote***

Props to Josh Smith for dominating the dunk contest and paying homage to the original "human highlight film" Dominique Wilkens. We should keep Smith, Harrington and Liu and cut the rest of our team and replace them with the And-1 team. Hot Sauce, Professor and the Helicopter would fill more seats than Antoine Walker shooting threes and backing people down with his fat ass.

Why is everybody always picking on me?

"Poker... an elaborate a waste of human intelligence as you could find outside an advertising agency."- Raymond Chandler

I have always considered myself a pretty good poker player. I have read several books on the subject, and have played for a few years with decent results. Lately though, it seems that every $50 deposit I make at Party Poker is money pissed right down the toilet. It isn't so much that I feel I am making very bad errors. On the contrary, I think my knowledge of the game is at a higher level now than it ever has been. I used to be an extremely aggressive player, and would occasionally win SNG tournaments by simply running over the whole table (balanced with some flame-outs). Now, I play a more conservative game, tightening up my starting hands on the early levels, value betting, not bluffing as much, etc.. I still shift gears as necessary, and bully blinds later in tournaments when I think its justified, but as a whole, I play far more "by the book" hold 'em than I used to.

The problem is, it seems like I have been the victim of more bad beats lately than ever before. Granted, I am well aware that by tightening up my game you are always more suceptible to "bad beats" because more often than not, you will be getting your money in with the best hand. But some of the beats I have been taking are really starting to piss me off. For example, I was playing $25 pot-limit omaha yesterday, a game that I have found to be fairly soft as most people have no real clue how to play omaha. I call the blind with K,Q,10,7 with the Q,10 of spades. Flop comes J,8,4 with one spade. The 5 or so players in the pot all put in another $1, and I decide to call hoping for a 9. Of course the turn is the beautiful 9 of spades giving me the nut straight and a straight flush draw. Three people try to limp in for another $1, but I am not having that, I go ahead and raise it up to $10. Everybody folds except for one guy who raises me all-in. Beautiful, I'm just hoping that a spade doesn't fall as he may be on the ace-high flush draw. The river comes with a red 8, and the chips all go his way as this monkey was going all in with 8's and 9's, and just filled up his boat on a 4 outer.

Also yesterday I played two party poker step 1 tourneys, finishing 4th my first try, then winning and playing a step 2. On the step 2 I limp in middle position with J,10 off and see a flop with about 4 other limpers. 8,9,J is the flop with two spades. Not bad as I have top pair, an open ended draw, and the J of spades. I may have overplayed my hand by getting into a raising war with someone holding Q,10, but nevertheless that is how my luck has gone as of late- another $50 goes bye bye.

Other beats that pissed me off this weekend: My AA loses to AK (all-in preflop)
My KQ loses to Q,7 (all-in preflop.. bubbled out of the money in a tourney)
Guys unimproved AA,rag,rag wins an Omaha pot where I had 18 outs twice to scoop a $80 pot.

I think I'll stick to yahoo spades.

Hope you like Poker and Basketball

If you are like me, you are a sports fan. If you are a sports fan like me, you are pretty much fucked in the game. My favorite sport to watch is College and NFL football, and I will waste time drinking beers watching the Braves as well. College basketball I will tolerate, and the NBA I will watch if its a close game in the 4th or something particularly exciting/amusing is happening such as the Artest brawl. The NHL I care about hardly at all, but nevertheless, they have officially called this season a wash today. It appears the next few months are going to be filled with nothing but Basketball and steroid speculation in MLB. This will most likely be interspersed with WSOP footage that I have already seen so many times I know what cards are going to come off the deck before they fall. Damn... I may have to resort to drastic measures such as reading. I better buy some more poker books so I will stop raising with KJ in early position. At any rate here are my bold midseason NBA picks.

Eastern Conference Finals: Miami over Detroit 4-2
Western Conference Finals: San Antonio over Phoenix 4-1

NBA Championship: Miami over San Antonio 4-3

P.S. I love how spell check always tries to change "fuck", who wrote the program? Nuns?

Fun and Games

Today in class the teacher was discussing Robespierre and the French Revolution. I found her teaching to be lacking, so I volunteered some information that I thought might help her in her teaching. She disagreed with the assertion that the stench emulating from the masses was critical in their eventual victory over the aristocracy. I told her that she was an ignorant bitch and why were we learning about the light-in-the-loafer French pansies anyway, Bush hates them and so do I. She liked these comments even less, so I was banished to the sunshine and beautiful co-eds walking around campus, while everyone else had to listen to her drivel. I win, they lose.

While walking I remembered that I had rolled a blunt this morning and had put it into my backpack. I decided to see what would happen if I sat down on the library steps and smoked it. So I walked over to the library, sat down on the steps, examined the dozen or so students milling around, and sparked it. It was amusing to watch the students walking by sniff the air as they caught a whiff of my blunt and look over at me. Wow, I'm breaking social norms, the Force must be strong in this one. About half way through my blunt I had probably had about 20 or so people giving me the stink-eye, but no one had mustered up the balls to say anything to me. A few people had laughed and shook their heads, but that was about it. Finally, an older, bearded guy with a briefcase who I figured was a professor came out of the library, smelled the air, and looked at me like I had grown a second head out of my ass. He walked over to me and asked in a voice of disbelief, "are you smoking... reefer?" Somehow, the look on his face along with him saying, reefer made this situation all the more surreal (the blunt was kicking in as well). "I don't think so sir..." I began, slowly rising to my feet, "...someone handed this to me, let me take a look..." Suddenly I reversed the blunt and blew a huge shotgun blast right at this geezer's gaping maw. He was so shocked he inhaled smoke for a second or two, then started on a huge coughing fit.

While he was thusly occupied I ran off for a few minutes, only stopping when I knew that no one had followed me. I checked my watch and realized that I had another class in 15 minutes.
I briefly contemplated attending but then decided I would go home and play some Halo 2 online. I drove home, listening to Rammstein and swerving to try to run over any squirrels in the road. I think I may have got one. Back at the crib my fat roommate was sitting on the couch sipping on an Icehouse 22 oz. beer, eating cheetos and watching Dr. Phil. My two-footer was on the floor next to the couch. I felt a hot flash of rage as the bong had been up in my closet and I hadn't given him permission to go into my room and get it. I decided mr. fat fuck was gonna get a little comeuppance for this one. I walked up the stairs to my room, retrieved my 15 pound Brunswick bowling ball from my closet and came about halfway down the stairs. From my vantage point, I was about 5 feet away from the back of this bastards head. I lobbed my ball right into the back of the empty melon this imbecile calls a head and watched him roll forward onto the carpet, blood oozing freely from under his matted hair. I then got a towel to put over the blood, pressed the TV/Video button twice, and powered up the X-Box. M.F.F was making these annoying moaning sounds so I turned up the volume pretty high and started killing aliens with my clan members that were also skipping class/work. Fun and Games rule!

Detachment

"We can live beside the ocean, leave the fire behind. Swim out past the breakers, watch the world die." - Everclear

"The truth is, there is no spoon" - Kid from the Matrix

The world is a funny place. The world we live in is overrun by people. Everywhere you go they surround you. The police officers driving by you, the homeless people begging for your change, the toothless whores on Ponce de Leon playing out the string of their failed lives.
One movie that I enjoyed from a year or two ago was the Dawn of the Dead remake. In this movie one character asks another why so many of the zombies knew to converge around the Mall where the survivors were holed up. Ving Rhames responds by saying that perhaps it is instinctual and that they are reacting to traces of their memory.
Sometimes I look around and it seems to me that the country is full of zombies. People are dead and yet they don't even know it. Whether its the fat old lady shambling in front of me, or the drivers who don't realize that there are two left turn lanes and casually drifts in front of me, an accident avoided merely because I correctly anticipated his stupidity.
It isn't that I hate people. It isn't really even that I detest stupidity. Most people are fairly well meaning and just want to live their lives and be left alone. What it is more than anything is that I don't feel particularly attached to people in general. I can almost relate to Meursault, the coldly indifferent narrator of Camus' classic The Stranger at times. While it is filled with people, sometimes the world seems empty to me. Pleasure can be found, but it is fleeting, empty at its core.
To put an end to this rambling thought, I will leave you with a couple of quotes that sum up my feelings from a couple of individuals with little in common (one who recently passed).

"Is this it? Is this what it's all about Manny? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking, snorting? Then what? Tell me, then what?"- Tony Montanta

"I saw the things that I love in this world. The work and the food and the time to sit and smoke."- Arthur Miller

"The Homosexual Agenda"

Although I wanted to depart from the political tip for a while, some recent scandals involving Right-Wing hypocrisy and cover-ups are just too funny for me to pass up. Recently, a "conservative news website" that goes by the name of www.Talonnews.com popped up. Now this website was basically just parroting Republican talking points, propagandizing the "homosexual agenda", and making accusations against Dems for the Republicans. Fairly standard operating procedure. But then one of their operatives named Jeff Gannon began showing up at Washington press conferences and pitching softballs to McClellan and Bush allowing them to talk about whatever they wished at press conferences. This caused people to investigate a little deeper into what exactly Talonnews.com was, and who this Jeff Gannon is. Well it has recently come to light that Talon was created by the GOP, and "Jeff Gannon" is actually a pseudonym for an individual who operates many websites. These websites include: "hotmilitarystud.com", "militaryescort.com", and my personal fav, "militaryescortm4m.com". I couldn't make this stuff up people, read about it here. The Homosexual Agenda indeed.

More corny fiction

Success was never the goal, he thought to himself as he looked out the window. Outside the clouds obstructed his view of the ground, where the saga of humankind unfolded in whatever podunk midwestern town he was currently flying over. He then shifted his gaze to the passenger next to him, a fairly young man wearing a suit who was probably on a business trip. A wry grin crossed his face as lyrics from "the gambler" entered his mind and he briefly contemplated asking the guy if he had any whisky or cigarettes he could bum. But of course, there is no smoking on airplanes anymore, although he could remember a time when there was. A time before internet poker, or laser-eye surgery, or even Ashlee Simpson.
Yes, once I had been a young man, always ready for the next adventure, whatever it was. He had killed people in the name of his country, pounded 18 vodka shots in a 2 hour period, cared for his dying mother, fucked 15 year old vietnamese prostitutes, and even once, been married.
Despite all the mistakes he had made in his life, he had no regrets. None were possible in his eyes. The reason for this is because if he had been a few minutes later to the card table that night in Atlantic City, he might never would have met the love of his life......

He had just gotten discharged from the service a week ago, and he had spent the last few days in a sort of drunken haze with some fellow navy men as they tried their best to live up to the proverbial "drunken sailor" axiom with their final checks. At some point he had lost track of his buddies, and he had a hankering to play some blackjack, so he sat down at a table that only had three people playing and cashed in $100 bucks. While the dealer went through the motions, he groggily surveyed his tablemates, and his life was forever altered. What he saw to his left was a woman with black hair, a mink coat, and the sexiest eyes he had ever seen. He stared at her beauty until she turned to him, favored him with a wry grin, and asked him if he saw anything green. Embarrassed, he turned away, mumbling an apology incoherently. She laughed at this bashfulness from a 6'2 220 pound man and said "well if not, you must not have been looking at my eyes then."
Eventually they began talking, and eventually this led to more, and eventually they became husband and wife. His wanderlust dissipated, and they spent countless nights talking to each other from the comfort of their home, their laughs echoing off the walls. One of their favorite pastimes was to play poker against each other. They would always take these rituals seriously, as both were skilled players, and did whatever they could to throw the other off by breaking their past patterns. Still, the victory wasn't important, what they both loved was staring into the eyes of each other, attempting to see through the person that they loved more than any other.
But she was gone now, having been buried last fall after a short and losing battle with Cancer. His days were empty after she left, and he had often contemplated joining her, wherever that might be. One of his few remaining friends noticed his funk and had told him one evening of a website where he could play cards for money just like in a casino. He fired it up, reminiscing about the games he used to play with his love. He did not play to win, only to recapture some of those memories, to remember her eyes. But here, there was no love, just graphics and cards. But still he played his best, as he had always done, and in one tournament, had won a trip to play in the World Series of Poker Main Event. So here he was, flying high in the sky, traveling to Las Vegas on a one-way ticket. In his suitcase were two pairs of clothes, a bag of toiletries, a photograph of his wife, and an industrial sized bottle of sleeping pills. He turned back to the window and stared vacantly at the clouds, his mind focused on a pair of green eyes.

Ten People I Hate

1. Ann Coulter
2. Paul Reiser
3. Richard Lewis
4. Rush Limbaugh
5. Jim Leyritz
6. Tucker Carlson
7. Tony Cole
8. Janet (from last nights Trading Spouses)
9. Warren Sapp
10. Star Jones

Amir Vahedi and G.W.B.

"My chips are in the middle, everyone knows that, sometimes you just have to show people who is the boss." - Amir Vahedi at the 2003 WSOP

Iranian-born Amir Vahedi is an accomplished tournament poker player who utilizes very aggressive play to attempt to build up his chip stack early so that he can bully the table into submission through his attacking style. This style served him well through the initial rounds of the 2003 WSOP Main Event, culminating in him arriving at the Final Table with the second largest chip count, behind only Chris Moneymaker who had put one of the toughest beats in poker history on Phil Ivey the day before. Oddsmakers had made Vahedi the favorite to win the title, and early on it looked good for him as he dispatched another player at the table, David Singer. What happened next left many observers scratching their heads and saying "What the fuck is Amir Vahedi doing?"
What he was doing was "bluffing off" all his chips to Sam Farha with very weak holdings. Essentially, Farha would catch top pair and consistently check/call Vahedi's bluff attempts to the end, and take down a monster pot. Vahedi's attempts to bull over Farha simply weren't going to work as Farha had the goods and wasn't going to lay it down for anything. Because of his bullish plays, he cost himself a great deal of money, and looking back, I'm sure he wishes he had been a little more patient. At the same time though, his demise was not that surprising. Vahedi was merely doing what he does. He was doing exactly what had served him so well throughout the entire tournament to this point. Vahedi wasn't going to back down from his bluff.

Which brings us to our next subject, President George W. Bush. Like Vahedi, Bush and the neoconservatives use a very aggressive style in dealing with foreign policy. Essentially, Bush gives an ultimatum; "Stop your nuclear activities or else", and then refuses to negotiate or back off from his stance, the implied threat being that he is going to attack you (put you all-in). The Administrations' rhetoric before the Iraq invasion sounded very similar to what is currently being discussed about Iran. European countries have been in the process of sitting down with the ruling Mullah of Iran concerning their nuclear activities, but Bush has refused to have anything to do with these talks. Instead Bush will continue to talk up Iran's nuclear activities to Fox news, wait until public sentiment has been somewhat swayed, and then he will likely make strategic "preemptive strikes" against Iran at a time of his choosing. The neoconservatives believe, as they did about Iraq, that US forces in Iran would be seen as liberators and that the youthful masses in Iran would simultaneously rise up and help overthrow the clerics that rule the country. While it is true that many of Iran's populous does wish for the overthrow of its government, it is highly unlikely that any country would welcome outside invaders coming unto their land, especially as the civilian death toll rises as it inevitably will. Such an attack against Iran would further cement the widely held worldview that the US is fully in bed with Israel and is de facto at war with Islam, and is attempting to establish a stranglehold on the oil reserves in the Middle East. That Iraq was a mistake that was entered into because of false information is a fact that Bush and his cohorts will never admit to. Iran will be the next huge error that the neocons wish to jump right into. There will be no negotiations, Bush is going to show them who is the boss. Unfortunately, this is a move that everyone has already seen. Our table-image is shot. There are really only three ways to deal with a table bully. You can fold. You can catch a hand and call down the bluffs. Or you can play back at him with a re-raise. Lets see how our final table plays out.

*Read this article to learn more

The Not-So Super Bowl

Thats right boys and girls, its time for the annual bonding ritual where everyone sits around together drinking beer, eating greasy food and dissecting the 2.5 million dollar 30 second commercials that attempt to get us to buy more beer and greasy food. I have little interest in who wins this game except for the fact that I'm gonna lay a hundred or two on it. My playoff picks so far have been less than stellar so anyone perhaps the play here would be to go against both of my picks. What I'm probably gonna do is tease both the over and the Pats and take the Eagles +13 and the under 53.5. This seems like a fairly safe thing to do, but hey, I've been wrong before.
FINAL PREDICTION OF THE 2004 NFL SEASON: PATS 27 EAGLES 16

Special RIP's go out to Max Schmeling who defeated Joe Louis but never gave in to Nazi propaganda and to the great actors Ossie Davis and John Vernon. For those of you not familiar with John Vernon's as Dean Wormer in Animal House, peep his performance as Officer Mooney in Killer Klowns from Outer Space (a true cult classic). Lastly, it looks as though Ray Charles' son is following in his dad's footsteps. I learned it from watching you, aright!

Well put

Saw this post by another blogger and decided to reproduce it here as it deserves to be read by as many as possible.

You do not own their courage.The people who stood in line Sunday did not stand in line to make Americans feel good about themselves.You do not own their courage.They did not stand in line to justify lies about Saddam and al-Qaeda, so you don't own their courage, Stephen Hayes. They did not stand in line to justify lies about weapons of mass destruction, or to justify the artful dodginess of Ahmad Chalabi, so you don't own their courage, Judith Miller. They did not stand in line to provide pretty pictures for vapid suits to fawn over, so you don't own their courage, Howard Fineman, and neither do you, Chris Matthews.You do not own their courage.They did not stand in line in order to justify the dereliction of a kept press. They did not stand in line to make right the wrongs born out of laziness, cowardice, and the easy acceptance of casual lying. They did not stand in line for anyone's grand designs. They did not stand in line to play pawns in anyone's great game, so you don't own their courage, you guys in the PNAC gallery.You do not own their courage.They did not stand in line to provide American dilettantes with easy rhetorical weapons, so you don't own their courage, Glenn Reynolds, with your cornpone McCarran act out of the bowels of a great university that deserves a helluva lot better than your sorry hide. They did not stand in line to be the instruments of tawdry vilification and triumphal hooting from bloghound commandos. They did not stand in line to become useful cudgels for cheap American political thuggery, so you don't own their courage, Freeper Nation.You do not own their courage.They did not stand in line to justify a thousand mistakes that have led to more than a thousand American bodies. They did not stand in line for the purpose of being a national hypnotic for a nation not even their own. They did not stand in line for being the last casus belli standing. They did not stand in line on behalf of people's book deals, TV spots, honorarium checks, or tinpot celebrity. They did not stand in line to be anyone's talking points.You do not own their courage.We all should remember that.-------------------Yes, we should.via Atrios
And for my daily article to lighten the mood a bit- Y'all ain't hard with your 187's, I might just up and eat a ho like my nigga Big Lurch!!!

Guess she didn't know her role

You know, next to my brilliant idea for pay-per-view gladiatorial death fights between inmates, this idea may be the second best revenue creator I've ever heard of. And to think the damn Germans "came" up with it before we did. For shame.



London, Sunday, January 30, 2005

'Work As A Prostitute Or Risk Losing Benefits'
By Clare Chapman
A 25-year-old waitress who turned down a job providing "sexual services" at a brothel in Berlin faces possible cuts to her unemployment benefit under laws introduced this year.

David Irving comments:
MY first reaction on reading this story as the father of five daughters -- until I read the names of the people involved -- was one of frank incredulity. Let us ask ourselves a simple question: would this perverse situation have arisen in the National Socialist Germany of Adolf Hitler? On the contrary, what would his likely reaction have been, and what the fate of all the aforementioned people involved -- pimps, lawyers, ministers, and the rest? This is what happens when aliens are allowed to control the political and economic establishments of any country. Germany is now sinking into the Weimar period all over again -- which saw the inevitable dawn of National Socialism and the puritan reaction in 1933.
HISTORY is repeating itself. What some people call "anti-Semitism" is perhaps just the Newtonian Law of society -- an opposite and equal reaction of the healthy host society to the perversions of some of its members..Prostitution was legalised in Germany just over two years ago and brothel owners -- who must pay tax and employee health insurance -- were granted access to official databases of jobseekers.
The waitress, an unemployed information technology professional, had said that she was willing to work in a bar at night and had worked in a cafe.
She received a letter from the job centre telling her that an employer was interested in her "profile" and that she should ring them. Only on doing so did the woman, who has not been identified for legal reasons, realise that she was calling a brothel.
Under Germany's welfare reforms, any woman under 55 who has been out of work for more than a year can be forced to take an available job -- including in the sex industry -- or lose her unemployment benefit. Last month German unemployment rose for the 11th consecutive month to 4.5 million, taking the number out of work to its highest since reunification in 1990.
The government had considered making brothels an exception on moral grounds, but decided that it would be too difficult to distinguish them from bars. As a result, job centres must treat employers looking for a prostitute in the same way as those looking for a dental nurse.
When the waitress looked into suing the job centre, she found out that it had not broken the law. Job centres that refuse to penalise people who turn down a job by cutting their benefits face legal action from the potential employer.
"There is now nothing in the law to stop women from being sent into the sex industry," said Merchthild Garweg, a lawyer from Hamburg who specialises in such cases. "The new regulations say that working in the sex industry is not immoral any more, and so jobs cannot be turned down without a risk to benefits."
Miss Garweg said that women who had worked in call centres had been offered jobs on telephone sex lines. At one job centre in the city of Gotha, a 23-year-old woman was told that she had to attend an interview as a "nude model", and should report back on the meeting. Employers in the sex industry can also advertise in job centres, a move that came into force this month. A job centre that refuses to accept the advertisement can be sued.
Tatiana Ulyanova, who owns a brothel in central Berlin, has been searching the online database of her local job centre for recruits.
"Why shouldn't I look for employees through the job centre when I pay my taxes just like anybody else?" said Miss Ulyanova.
Ulrich Kueperkoch wanted to open a brothel in Görlitz, in former East Germany, but his local job centre withdrew his advertisement for 12 prostitutes, saying it would be impossible to find them.
Mr Kueperkoch said that he was confident of demand for a brothel in the area and planned to take a claim for compensation to the highest court. Prostitution was legalised in Germany in 2002 because the government believed that this would help to combat trafficking in women and cut links to organised crime.
Miss Garweg believes that pressure on job centres to meet employment targets will soon result in them using their powers to cut the benefits of women who refuse jobs providing sexual services.
"They are already prepared to push women into jobs related to sexual services, but which don't count as prostitution," she said.
"Now that prostitution is no longer considered by the law to be immoral, there is really nothing but the goodwill of the job centres to stop them from pushing women into jobs they don't want to do."
© Copyright of Telegraph Group Limited 2005.