If Somehow You Knew...What Would You Do?

Jeez LC, where's the love? :)

I suppose I'd spend it with loved ones and make a moving video about peace, love and understanding that would trend worldwide and bring people and countries together in harmony and mutual cooperation and benefit.

Or maybe I'd go for a marathon pity fuck from my smoking hot neighbor.

Any chance of getting you to do that video now ;)
 
I would take some meaningful pictures for some meaningful people.

Very interesting post, thanks for doing it.

-w
 
Ohhh, so serious. :eek: - it's an expression you find scattered across the internet, and yes, it can mean that. It can also be used rather less seriously. Altho, thinking about it.... :D

Hi. My partner and I both have a partly-hereditary trait that, in some people's eyes, makes us sub-human.

Around 70-80 years ago, some fashionably-dressed* fellows decided that people with conditions like ours were a bit of a burden on society, and made a point of systematically removing them from the gene pool in the name of "racial hygiene".

That particular bunch eventually came to a sticky end, but there were quite a few others around the world who felt the same way, and their ideas never entirely died out. Even today there are still people, ranging from "nutjob with a website" to respectable medical professionals, who think folk like us are less than truly human and that the species would be better off without us.

So, yeah, I do get serious when I see people talking in the language of eugenics. Even when it's "just a joke".

*Hugo Boss, mostly.
 
So, yeah, I do get serious when I see people talking in the language of eugenics. Even when it's "just a joke".

And in the current political climate, it's not even remotely funny. A slippery slope starts fastest when the guy at the top is the worst offender.

Sadly, it seems that not enough history is taught in schools nowadays. As Bramblethorn says, 1933 is not so long ago. We would do well to remind ourselves. At least the US judiciary understands their role. Others should brush up on Chamberlain, 1938.

Politics over.
 
And in the current political climate, it's not even remotely funny. A slippery slope starts fastest when the guy at the top is the worst offender.

Politics over.

Never a truer word was spoken. Except we were on that slippery path snd a certain woman would have been guranteed to take us further down it. Which is why I vehemently oppose PP and anything associated with that, as well as euthanasia - both of which originated here and both of which heavily influenced certain Hugo Boss wearing gentlemen. Its a slippery path indeed and once you're on it.... so yes, I agree, but from the other end of the political spectrum which thinks we are already on that slippery slope but now have a chance of getting off it.

Anyhow, I don't think that was what the OP intended this thread to be about so lets put that one aside, treat the comment as was intended (a light-hearted diffusion of an expression of politically motivated violence which I disagree with) and return to the intent of the thread.

So yes. Sex while in a freefall skydive. One of my little hobbies that I indulge myself in.
 
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Others should brush up on Chamberlain, 1938.

Chamberlain had little option but to play for time as any serious student of history should know. I don't mean you, Electricblue, I mean that there are plenty of people who call themselves historians who are woefully ignorant of the facts.

In the mid-30s, it was politically impossible for the democracies - and especially those where the liberal-socialist ethos was strong, to prioritise military expenditure over the reforms demanded by the electorate. Thus the armed forces of the UK, in particular its navy but also its air force, were woefully unprepared. In 1938, the Royal Navy had only just begun a comprehensive programme of modernisation and replacement of obsolescent vessels. The RAF was only beginning to replace their Gloster Gladiator biplanes with Hurricanes and Spitfires. In fact, it would not be until 1941-2 that either RN or RAF would be even moderately prepared for conflict.

Chamberlain knew this which is why he played for time. History has very unfairly cast him in the role of scapegoat.
 
Just imagine...

Imagine if you will, the sky is blue and the birds are singing. The only thing wrong with this day is that you know that you're going to die tomorrow. Sorry but there's nothing you can do to prevent yourself from dying.

Armed with that information, you could be a superhero for a day.

You could jump from a plane without a parachute without deadly consequence.

"Hey, look. I landed on my feet."

You could step in front of a speeding car to save a baby in a carriage that rolled in harm's way.

"I'm okay. Don't worry about me as long as the baby is safe. I just tore my slacks."

You could save a family from a deadly fire.

"Ah, suddenly, not sure why but I feel like having a barbecue."

You could walk the neighborhoods of West Englewood, Englewood, and Riverdale on the South Side of Chicago while carrying a Confederate flag in one hand and a Nazi flag in the other without fear.

"All niggas must die (lol)."

You wouldn't do that, of course, but you could do that if you wanted to do that.

"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about."

You could interrupt an armed robbery.

"Put your guns down. Sorry, but I can't be killed today."

Think about it. Aside from having sex with your mother, father, sister, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin, or best friend's wife, husband, girlfriend, and/or boyfriend, what would you do?

Knowing that you were going to die and without having guilt, remorse, or repercussions to your actions, you finally could eat that entire bag of cheese curls and polish it off with a box of donuts.

"God, that was good but suddenly, I feel so bloated."

 
"Not dying today" doesn't correlate to "being invulnerable". Rather the opposite, I'd fear. Sure, interrupt the armed robbery...wince in agony as two dozen bullets tear through you, causing enough injuries to guarantee your life will be over in less than twenty-four hours, just not right this second. :)
 
I don't feel fear. What is that dark trifecta? I believe it is bullshit.

Can you remember what it feels like not to be alive?

Death is peace. And the meaning of life is to live a life that doesn't make you fear death.

I was using "I fear" as an idiom, not an admission of terror. I don't fear death itself (I did not exist for much of the universe's history, and it got along just fine without me, so I suspect it will do the same for billions of years after I'm gone). The way that death comes about, on the other hand, concerns pretty much every sentient being, some deaths being far more welcome than others. :)

I was merely pointing out that just because I knew I would die tomorrow, that doesn't give me a license to behave as though I'm somehow immune to pain or injury. "Don't worry, you'll die--just not today!" is small consolation if you have to spend the last hours of your life in absolute agony. :)
 
As I've been thinking about this hypothesis of knowing the day of one's death, and it seems that one of the greatest benefits of such knowledge would be the freedom of knowing how much $$$ needs to be in the savings account to be enough. As it is, we have to plan to be very old...and thus have to work more years than might have been necessary...which forestalls or cancels all those wonderful things we wanted to do...which forces us to do other things we didn't really want to do... etc, etc, and etc !

I'm thinking it's a wonderful plan....not sure yet how to implement it without it turning into a bit of a problem :eek:
 
I'm inclined to think god fucks up. At a minute to midnight your phone will ring:

"Sorry [insert your name here]. I know I said 24 hours, but I meant 240 days. I'm afraid you'll have to live with the consequences of your actions over the last 24 hours. No exemptions, even if you think you were on a holy crusade...."
 
Or, "Larry Snodgrass? I thought the form read Harry Snodgrass."
 
If you're going to have sex, and sex, and more sex, for your last day ... as a guy, I would want to do it in zero G. Up in space - the space station. I read somewhere that for a man in space, a lot of blood seems to pool in the 'wedding tackle' area, giving him an erection regardless of how whether he's turned on or not.

Surely that wouldn't last for the full time a man is in space. But if it's just for one day, and you want sex, well heck, go up there and work it till it's raw.

Then again if it's not true, being up there might not be that fun.
 
If you're going to have sex, and sex, and more sex, for your last day ... as a guy, I would want to do it in zero G. Up in space - the space station. I read somewhere that for a man in space, a lot of blood seems to pool in the 'wedding tackle' area, giving him an erection regardless of how whether he's turned on or not.

Surely that wouldn't last for the full time a man is in space. But if it's just for one day, and you want sex, well heck, go up there and work it till it's raw.

Then again if it's not true, being up there might not be that fun.

Fluid dynamics in zero-gravity might make for an interesting game of 'Dodge the Spunk' after your first time. ;)
 
Fluid dynamics in zero-gravity might make for an interesting game of 'Dodge the Spunk' after your first time. ;)

you know darn well one of the early astronauts has tried it. You won't read about it officially, of course, lol.
 
you know darn well one of the early astronauts has tried it. You won't read about it officially, of course, lol.

Actually, you totally can. Many of the Apollo mission transcripts have been declassified, and uploaded to the NASA.gov server in PDF format.

https://www.hq.nasa.gov/alsj/a410/AS10_CM.PDF

Have a scan through there for words like 'poop' and 'turd' and you'll see that the Apollo 10 astronauts had all sorts of mishaps and adventures with human bodily emissions. :D

Day 6, page 419 about 2/3rds of the way down the page still makes me laugh even after several re-reads over the years.
 
Actually, you totally can. Many of the Apollo mission transcripts have been declassified, and uploaded to the NASA.gov server in PDF format.

https://www.hq.nasa.gov/alsj/a410/AS10_CM.PDF

Have a scan through there for words like 'poop' and 'turd' and you'll see that the Apollo 10 astronauts had all sorts of mishaps and adventures with human bodily emissions. :D

Day 6, page 419 about 2/3rds of the way down the page still makes me laugh even after several re-reads over the years.

its 417-421 on the .pdf, but that is literally some funny shit!!!
 
its 417-421 on the .pdf, but that is literally some funny shit!!!

For people who can't view the PDF for whatever reason, just imagine a conversation between people in the capsule and back on earth, where the people in the capsule are trying to determine when's the best time to dump their waste water reserves, and then this happens:

Lunar Module Pilot: They said on 135. They told us that -- Here's another goddamn turd. What's the matter with you guys? Here, give me a-

Commander/Command Module Pilot: (laughter)

Lunar Module Pilot: Well, babe, if it was me I sure would know I was shitting on the floor.

Commander: It was just floating around?

Lunar Module Pilot: Yes.

The three-man crew then proceeds to get into an argument over who was responsible, with everybody claiming it couldn't possibly be theirs because theirs are softer/stickier than the one floating around the lunar module, and now my sides hurt again. :)
 
For people who can't view the PDF for whatever reason, just imagine a conversation between people in the capsule and back on earth, where the people in the capsule are trying to determine when's the best time to dump their waste water reserves, and then this happens:

Lunar Module Pilot: They said on 135. They told us that -- Here's another goddamn turd. What's the matter with you guys? Here, give me a-

Commander/Command Module Pilot: (laughter)

Lunar Module Pilot: Well, babe, if it was me I sure would know I was shitting on the floor.

Commander: It was just floating around?

Lunar Module Pilot: Yes.

The three-man crew then proceeds to get into an argument over who was responsible, with everybody claiming it couldn't possibly be theirs because theirs are softer/stickier than the one floating around the lunar module, and now my sides hurt again. :)

I have a novel idea. Why not start your own thread so that I can shit all over it in the way that you've shit all over my thread.
 
Now you've met Freddie. ;)

I apology for your stupidity, you troublemaker. For the the 100th time, Freddie was my brother's name.

I wrote under Freddie, BostonFictionWriter from 2007 - 2008 because of assholes like you who hate fucking women.

I was afraid to write under my real name, Susan Jill Parker, because of bashers and stalkers like yourself.

Now go fuck yourself up your ass like you normally do because no one else will.

Have a nice evening.
 
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