Last weekend I was in Varanasi, the holiest city in the Hindu religion. I woke at sunrise to watch men and women of all ages walk down the centuries-old steps to the Ganges and ritualistically immerse themselves in its purifying waters. As young children bound into the water and wizened old ladies hobbled gingerly to the banks, smoke rose from the pyres on which every Hindu hopes to be cremated. And even in this place, at once profoundly spiritual and strikingly chaotic, I saw a Sadhu remove his coverings and squat amongst some rocks.

Was he intentionally defiling his gods? No. He was a Sadhu – as devout a Hindu as they come. His act was but a simple validation of the power of poop: that our physical movements have more power over us than our spiritual ones. Few readers of this site can understand why a man would renounce all worldly possessions and pleasures, grow his hair long, wear little more than an orange loincloth, live on the Ganges, and dedicate the rest of his days to achieving moksha -- liberation -- through meditation and contemplation of God.

But all of us can understand what he feels when he just can't hold it any longer.

This is the unifying power of poop. And this is what I contemplated this morning at 11:13 AM my time. For a brief moment in time, I understand that Sadhu's mind. I understood everyone's mind. I wasn't one with everyone -- I was number two with everyone. I pooped for peace. And it was good.

I just got finished doing my part for the cause. And it was a long one. Slid out easily, too. I knew there had to be a reason I'd been eating whole wheat bread and raisin bran all week.

From one perspective, it's sad that pooping is the only duty all of us have in common. On the other hand, though, it's recognizing this commonality that can start the peace process going. Just like a good laxative can get even the hardest, most-stubborn logs floating down the 'ol river, so hopefully can our poop for peace today motivate us to find more common ground than just a hole, a bowl, or a chamber pot.

Well lets see a sudden dump occurred this morning my bunghole must have known and wanted to fire the first volley. Then a surprise after breakfast dump. We can only hope and pray not only for an evening dump but to hope and pray for peace throughout the world. I am almost certain having the knowledge that this site provides that even Saddam after he was hung at the gallows took a nice colon cleansing involuntary dump. Special prayer should also go out to the Pope who is visiting and may all of Benny's crappers be clean and worthy of such a hiney. May peace shine thru out the world and may we never forget the greatest human equalizer next to death...........POOP!
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

Well, I pooped this morning, but it was anything but peaceful. Sounded like a large tree being shredded in a chipper, and sort of mounded up like Bin Ladens turban. Well, anyway the afternoon will be peaceful. Everyone left.

I made my first contribution to this noble effort at 4:50 this morning Pacific Time. I feel a mid-afternoon act of togetherness coming down the pipe as well, and there may even be a late-evening donation to cap (crap) it all off. I have been quite productive lately what with all the fiber and whole grain products I have been eating. Every day is "Poop for Peace" day in my opinion: people poop, birds poop, furry mammals poop, insects poop, hell, even bacteria poop (exocytosis). This simple act of defecation connects us with all creatures great and small. On behalf of all living things, I wish you all a nice poop and a better tomorrow!
----Captain Craptastic!!!

Well, I have just done my bit to the peace, it was an odd moment, for at that moment there was quite some chanting drifting up from the inside courtyard, I certainly savoured and contemplated this, it is kinda freaky,though, to know that all of the mentioned people have something in common.

Poop for Peace is a family affair for me. My wife and I were pooping at the exact same time this morning (in different bathrooms, of course) My wife was pooping in my favorite bathroom, and I had to use the other one upstairs. My infant daughter made her contribution in her diaper about a half hour ago. I am sure that I will be making further contributions to the cause before midnight tonight. Happy Poop For Peace Day 2008 to everyone. Happy Pooping to all, and to all a good night..._______

In search of the ever evasive BM

I've been waiting two days to add my own contribution to this day, and will do my part during my Relay For The Cure cancer walk sometime this evening. I won't be able to post the results until tomorrow, since I'll be doing my NASCAR impression for 14 hours through the night and tomorrow morning...on foot. I'm hoping to add luke warm coffee, bad hot dogs, and cake to the mix...we'll see what happens.

In my efforts to do my part, I stopped up the toilet! Normally this would be annoying, but actually today, the contrary. Since I am at a hotel, the janitor was called and hence my poop now gets noticed! My statement has not gone unnoticed. I have made my mark. (skid mark actually) Of course I exited quickly before he arrived...

18th April 2008 is peace day as well as day of Jain religion 24th Tirthankar Lord Mahavir Swami which we used celebrate all of world which also gave lecture on peace

sorry, too scared to poop.

all this grunting has caused earthquakes in St. Louis, MO (epicenter Evansville, IN). check it out....

Good luck on the all nighter Bilge. Since I couldn't be there I will (in your honor) stay up all night on a tv, beer, and snack marathon of my own.

It must be kismet, fate, SOMETHING! I actually had a SOLID, FIRM, poo this day for pooping peace! I hardly ever do that! My gut usually turns evrything I eat to liquid urgent yuck. But today, of all days .... I laid pipe. I pinched a loaf. I feel so proud...Ahhh peace. So satisfying.

I wish I could say that I had a peaceful and enlightening dump today. Mine came at the office and was led by cluster of glass chips, or so I thought. As it was breeching, my asshole felt like it was being ripped apart by some kind of knobby cudgel. Of late, I've been trying to let my crap just fall out of my ass. Oh, no, not this dump. This one was going to require pushing. And push I did, in spite of the fact that the glass chips were trying to crawl back up my butt. Maybe the polarity on my bowels had reversed or there was a small black hole in my ass but that turd was trying to get back in with an unnatural force. And so I had to push and push and push just to get it to breech.

Once the leading edge had passed, a softer mass followed. Soft, not large and much less painful. I thought I was home free. It wasn't to be. What remained was one of those soft sticky messes that never seems to completely clear the bowels. Now matter how many pasty turdlets I pushed out, I never had the feeling of being completely empty.

On top of that, while I was trying to finish my dump, some dork from another division walks in and quite loudly starts to piss in the urinal. I could probably have ignored that but not only did I have to listen to this guy pissing like a racehorse, but I also had to listen to all of his attendant oohing and ahhing. Jesus, Joseph and Mary. If it hadn't been for the loud splashing of a solid stream, I would have sworn that this guy was whacking off at the urinal.

And, as if that weren't enough, he who speaks to gawd was in town. Do you realize how much this lamb-of-gawd shit irritates me? Okay, everybody is entitled to their own delusions. I get that. But having to listen almost non-stop on the radio about the meetings of this self-involved asshole with the other self-involved asshole in the big house are too much. And, as if that weren't enough, then the bleating herds of followers and hangers-on were all on the train at exactly the same time that I was fleeing this gawd forsaken, reclaimed swamp of a city. Why couldn't he put his flock out to pasture later? You know, just hang out at the big house until rush hour has finished and then go for a ride in the donkey cart down Pennsylvania Avenue. At least let those of us who work for a living get out of town first. Asshole.

So, I hope his Papacy almighty got smote with a painful, million wiper just like me. And I hope that he mistook a hand full of robe for a few sheets of Charmin on at least one of those wipes. And hopefully that came up just as red as his gawdamn penny loafers, which I've heard about for the ten millionth time today.

All the same, I hope everybody else had a better Friday (and a better crap) than I did.
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

Love the site!!
This is the first time I've Pooped For Peace; it was a very moving experience :D. I really think I'll incorporate this into my daily meditations ( : .....

AUM SAT TAT.... POO

The anti-gallbladder reminded me to poop for peace today. I ran to the bathroom with a massive gas attack and actually managed to shit out a log. (Usually I'm constipated in April for some reason. I don't know what it is. My ass doesn't like April and refuses to speak to me most of the month.) The log was one of those pointed ones, which must mean something, I'm just too lazy to figure it out. The remarkable thing was the single wipedness. A new day is dawning! This is a great sign of coming peace!

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Born right the first time.

I feel mighty patriotic after the loaf that I made just now. Maybe I should consume red and blue food colored bleach to further celebrate the cause.

I loafed it out with the usual crowd - Gator, Carlton, and 2 cats staring at me from the counter because that's where their food bowl is. It was kind of peaceful.

Then later I found Carlton in our bedroom with the toilet brush. I guess he thought it was too peaceful.

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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
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At 10:58 pm (MST), I entered one of very few porta-potties nestled on the Lake Havasu City High School football field, after several hotdogs and bad coffee, and around 30 laps logged, ostensibly to lay a momentous 2 day turd cable.
Much to my surprise, and in hindsight, what issued forth was a modest, unassuming log, singular, that slipped silently into the waiting chemical bath, and required one, no mess, wipe. Looking back now, only somewhat delirious, it was a perfect offering for PfP Day.

I pooped at 11:55pm and was worried I'd miss my chance to contribute. I'm embarrassed to say what got the movement started...... a little romance with Mr shitwit after I got home from work. Not even 30 seconds into sex, I jumped out of bed and dashed downstairs to the bathroom. I tried to clear my mind and contemplate peace on earth... and not lose interest in what I was originally doing. I noticed the clock in the dining room: 11:59. Just made it.

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

Piece/Peace out!

It came out late in the evening, while out drinking/eating bad food with my brother and my mystery Poop Reporter Boyfriend, celebrating my Bro's birthday. French fries and onion rings always = an asster-disaster for me.

Splashdown may have occurred technically on 4/19/2008, but I did contemplate the meaning of "pooping for peace" as I scurried to the ladies room in the bar, after wailing to Janis Joplin songs!

Yeah, we are old baby boomers, born when there were only cloth diapers! :)

Crapola

Hey! I'm twenty-eight and my favorite group is Crosby Stills and Nash. It's not just you old guys.

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Born right the first time.

I love the classics as well. I'm about 10 years off in music tastes, I guess.

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Rock-n-roll! Poopy-poo!

Hey Dave, I know Its eary days, butt, lets all get together in haste for next year? (feeling guilty having missed 4/08)

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Did I just fart?.... oops, not so!

After I read this, I made a t shirt logo for myself for next year, can't wait to use it! ( Not in that way...)
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I will never shit somewhere that only has that horrible, scratchy brand of toilet paper. That stuff sucks!