Bulletin
False propaganda, to be truly effective, Has to exist in an environment In which there are no alternatives to contradict it. Otherwise, it can be seen for the lie that it is.
"Who denounced you?" said Winston. "It was my little daughter," said Parsons with a sort of doleful pride. "She listened at the keyhole. Heard what I was saying and nipped off to the patrols the very next day." George Orwell (from 1984)
"I can't blame Crystal for doing what she did. She told the truth when questioned by the authorities. That's what I've always taught her to do." Mother of DARE student Crystal Grendell after being arrested in a drug raid based on information provided by Crystal to her DARE officer. (Wall Street Journal. April 1992)
"He's my son and I love him. He found it [marijuana] and did what he had to do." Jerry Herrera, father of DARE student Jouquin Herrera who tipped off police. (Rocky Mountain News, September 1991)
"If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their money, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them (the banks), will deprive the people of their property until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered." - Thomas Jefferson
I have noticed something as I rapidly approach the exact middle of my forties.
I still like to look at nekkid pictures of pretty girls. . .but I just do not want to jump their bones like I used to.
You know what?
I do not even really care anymore.
I can still work a twenty year old guy until his dick is dragging in the dirt. I just cannot out-fuck him.
I used to worry about losing my sex drive. . . but not anymore.
Now I am concerned more with comfort.
Somebody to share things with and just sit and share a beautiful sunrise has become more important to me than the raw passion of sex.
I like to sit on the couch in front of my wood stove and snuggle under a blanket. The feel of a woman breathing in the night. The gentle comfortable silences that can be shared and enjoyed when you know you are loved by someone.
Not loved because you get their rocks off. . . loved for who and what you are.
It is not about the sex anymore. That just got in the way of what is really important.
You see. . . the important thing is the sense of belonging. That feeling that says. . .This is home to me.
"loved for who and what you are..." And listening to birdsong and the rustle of the wind through the trees together sounds mighty fine.
Tu Novia
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So what if the young bucks can go all night like rampant rabbits? Quality over quantity anytime!
Besides, too much vigorous banging makes a girl...sore after a while. You know what I'm saying?
:D
Anyway...love the layout and colors and this post. I had to leave a comment!
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