Loving Wives.

Oh dear. That doesn't sound very exciting. I hope nobody's going to start talking about their recurring dream with accompanying Jungian analysis.

Dreams mean nothing. Analysis is like looking at clouds and seeing castles and mountains and dragons. The fault is not in our stars, dear Horatio, the fault is in ourselves.
 
Dreams mean nothing. Analysis is like looking at clouds and seeing castles and mountains and dragons. The fault is not in our stars, dear Horatio, the fault is in ourselves.

Good. I like faults. Faults are what make us human. The smooth surfaces of the perfectly Godlike are dull.
 
hahahahaha

ROFL.

Stop it, Geronimo you bad boy. Go away, we're having a good discussion about humanism, we don't need you butt-ing in, waving your avatar in our faces.

No, I think faults are more important than parenthetical marks bounding us off. This is a trivial example but in the Harry Potter books, one of the reasons why Harry Potter succeeds in overthrowing Voldemort is that he's done things which he shouldn't have, he has faults. Because he had to hide the copy of the Half Blood Prince's potions book, he realised where Voldemort must have hidden one of the horcruxes. Dumbledore was a much more perfect being, and so he was led down the route to fascism. He wanted to do things for 'the greater good', he almost went into league with Grindelwald. He refuses to take up power, although he advises the Ministry, he refused to be Minister, because he knows he isn't to be trusted with power.
 
ROFL.

Stop it, Geronimo you bad boy. Go away, we're having a good discussion about humanism, we don't need you butt-ing in, waving your avatar in our faces.

No, I think faults are more important than parenthetical marks bounding us off. This is a trivial example but in the Harry Potter books, one of the reasons why Harry Potter succeeds in overthrowing Voldemort is that he's done things which he shouldn't have, he has faults. Because he had to hide the copy of the Half Blood Prince's potions book, he realised where Voldemort must have hidden one of the horcruxes. Dumbledore was a much more perfect being, and so he was led down the route to fascism. He wanted to do things for 'the greater good', he almost went into league with Grindelwald. He refuses to take up power, although he advises the Ministry, he refused to be Minister, because he knows he isn't to be trusted with power.

Did I mention that I'm as fascist? Franco impressed the hell out of me when I lived in Spain.

You make a good point but evil does exist in the world, and it isnt interesting or naughty-nice. Tampa Girls is the face of real evil, they arent whores with hearts of gold. But you do have a point! No one wants a lover who shits marble. I usta advise women that if he doesnt fart, belch, or make a pass at your mom BE CAREFUL!

Maybe I can compile some tales under a title like; WHORES WITH HEARTS OF GOLD: The daughters of the Golden Girls.
 
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Did I mention that I'm as fascist? Franco impressed the hell out of me when I lived in Spain.

You make a good point but evil does exist in the world, and it isnt interesting or naughty-nice. Tampa Girls is the face of real evil, they arent whores with hearts of gold. But you do have a point! No one wants a lover who shits marble. I usta advise women that if he doesnt fart, belch, or make a pass at your mom BE CAREFUL!

Maybe I can compile some tales under a title like; WHORES WITH HEARTS OF GOLD: The daughters of the Golden Girls.

Mmm. Daughters of the Golden Girls sounds good. Sort of Sex in the City with a bit of dark, that sounds ni-i-ice. A bit naughty-nice perhaps.

I know that evil exists in the world. But goodness does too.

And I did notice your occasional statements on fascism, yes. But they're not as interesting as some other things you say.

Did you read Peter Gay's book about the Weimar republic and the fragmented character of German national identity, leading to the rise of national socialism? I forget the title, I'll find out if you like.
 
ROFL.

Stop it, Geronimo you bad boy. Go away, we're having a good discussion about humanism, we don't need you butt-ing in, waving your avatar in our faces.

No, I think faults are more important than parenthetical marks bounding us off. This is a trivial example but in the Harry Potter books, one of the reasons why Harry Potter succeeds in overthrowing Voldemort is that he's done things which he shouldn't have, he has faults. Because he had to hide the copy of the Half Blood Prince's potions book, he realised where Voldemort must have hidden one of the horcruxes. Dumbledore was a much more perfect being, and so he was led down the route to fascism. He wanted to do things for 'the greater good', he almost went into league with Grindelwald. He refuses to take up power, although he advises the Ministry, he refused to be Minister, because he knows he isn't to be trusted with power.

i can do what i like, eh? :p
 
Mmm. Daughters of the Golden Girls sounds good. Sort of Sex in the City with a bit of dark, that sounds ni-i-ice. A bit naughty-nice perhaps.

I know that evil exists in the world. But goodness does too.

And I did notice your occasional statements on fascism, yes. But they're not as interesting as some other things you say.

Did you read Peter Gay's book about the Weimar republic and the fragmented character of German national identity, leading to the rise of national socialism? I forget the title, I'll find out if you like.

Peter Gays book popped up at Amazon, and I added it to my next order. Thank you for the tip! Keep your eyes open for others! But dont send me more Wright Bros (Orville, Wilbur, and Richard) referrals! Richard shoulda stuck with bicycles and airplanes!

Oh! Stick your hand up fascisms skirt and youll find Queen Elizabeth every time! Monarchy is fascism dressed in a sable/ermine cape and tiara.
 
Did I mention that I'm as fascist? Franco impressed the hell out of me when I lived in Spain.

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He didn't impress me when I lived in Gibraltar. The area of Spain around Gibraltar seemed like an occupied country because the locals had been on the losing side in the Spanish Civil War.

There were many refugees in Gibraltar who couldn't go back home, including our maid. Her husband had been a village Police Sergeant at the time of the war and was shot in the Police Station for being a representative of the Government. She was warned by a neighbour that the Fascists were coming for her and she fled to Gibraltar without her son who had been on a visit to her sister.

She finally met her son again in Tangier when he was in his 20s. With my parents' assistance to get temporary travel documentation, she could travel to Tangier, so could he, but they still couldn't meet in Spain.

As a child I had an unfortunate encounter with Franco's Guardia Civil. We were returning to Gibraltar from Malaga and stopped at an empty beach to have a picnic. It was a hot day so I went swimming even though the sea was fairly rough. But I didn't have a swimming costume so I was skinny-dipping. There was no one around but my parents so we thought there would be no problem.

Then the Guardia Civil turned up in a jeep. They objected to my bare bum 100 yards or so out at sea and told my parents that I would have to come ashore and get dressed. I couldn't hear my parents' shouts because of the waves.

The Guardia Civil opened fire with their jeep mounted machine gun to attract my attention. I heard, and saw that.

The Guardia fined my parents for my public nudity and for the cost of the ammunition they had fired. At the time the peseta was very low against the pound so the total cost was less than ten shillings (less than a US dollar). Once they had been paid they were more friendly but we left quickly.

Later my father learned through dubious channels that the Guardia Civil had reported firing on a suspected smuggler and the 'fine' had never been handed in. That was no surprise. Bribing the local Guardia Civil was necessary for locals and visitors in that part of Spain. Driving a Gibraltar registered car in Spain made you a target for routine 'checks' on its roadworthiness which it would fail unless you produced a few pesetas.
 
Peter Gays book popped up at Amazon, and I added it to my next order. Thank you for the tip! Keep your eyes open for others! But dont send me more Wright Bros (Orville, Wilbur, and Richard) referrals! Richard shoulda stuck with bicycles and airplanes!

Oh! Stick your hand up fascisms skirt and youll find Queen Elizabeth every time! Monarchy is fascism dressed in a sable/ermine cape and tiara.

Well, I couldn't really say at the time because I thought you were ignoring me not lurking like a constrictor in the shadows, but I felt you might have mistaken Wright's target. He wasn't so much writing about the oppression of black people by whites, in my opinion, as the way in which someone wealthy and privileged could inadvertently make a total mess of someone's life even when they meant to do well by them. In a sense, Native Son is a classic Greek tragedy. It's the quality of mercy on the part of the white female character, which one would suppose was a virtue, not a fault, that leads to tragic consequences for all concerned. There's a paradox of humanity, we sometimes have to deal with the faults opened up by our virtuous behaviour.
 
He didn't impress me when I lived in Gibraltar. The area of Spain around Gibraltar seemed like an occupied country because the locals had been on the losing side in the Spanish Civil War.

There were many refugees in Gibraltar who couldn't go back home, including our maid. Her husband had been a village Police Sergeant at the time of the war and was shot in the Police Station for being a representative of the Government. She was warned by a neighbour that the Fascists were coming for her and she fled to Gibraltar without her son who had been on a visit to her sister.

She finally met her son again in Tangier when he was in his 20s. With my parents' assistance to get temporary travel documentation, she could travel to Tangier, so could he, but they still couldn't meet in Spain.

As a child I had an unfortunate encounter with Franco's Guardia Civil. We were returning to Gibraltar from Malaga and stopped at an empty beach to have a picnic. It was a hot day so I went swimming even though the sea was fairly rough. But I didn't have a swimming costume so I was skinny-dipping. There was no one around but my parents so we thought there would be no problem.

Then the Guardia Civil turned up in a jeep. They objected to my bare bum 100 yards or so out at sea and told my parents that I would have to come ashore and get dressed. I couldn't hear my parents' shouts because of the waves.

The Guardia Civil opened fire with their jeep mounted machine gun to attract my attention. I heard, and saw that.

The Guardia fined my parents for my public nudity and for the cost of the ammunition they had fired. At the time the peseta was very low against the pound so the total cost was less than ten shillings (less than a US dollar). Once they had been paid they were more friendly but we left quickly.

Later my father learned through dubious channels that the Guardia Civil had reported firing on a suspected smuggler and the 'fine' had never been handed in. That was no surprise. Bribing the local Guardia Civil was necessary for locals and visitors in that part of Spain. Driving a Gibraltar registered car in Spain made you a target for routine 'checks' on its roadworthiness which it would fail unless you produced a few pesetas.

I was up north at Zaragoza. I took my American girlfriend to a whorehouse on one occasion (the dinner discussion involved prostitution, and I challenged my companions to visit a brothel with me, to see for themselves). My girlfriend took me up on the offer, and we went. The Guardia Civil monitored the place from outside, and let me know what a cad I was to bring a decent woman along. The girls scolded me, too. But my sweetie got to talk to the owner (American) and some of the women who spoke English. I mean, American prostitutes still have no real protection from clients, handlers, or the law.

Youre right that the Guardia Civil frowned on public displays of flesh, affection, or violence. Dont do your thing on the street!

Next I dated a Spanish woman working on her MD diploma at the local medical school. Franco was ahead of America in expanding opportunities to females. Plus medical school costs were trifles.
 
Oh Og, I wasn't sure which of your stories were FemDom so I picked out the one about Brigit the Goddess. (I've read the first section and am about to treat myself to the second - in lieu of the cream slice as infuriatingly the supermarket had none in stock today.) I am feeling, well I would say royally entertained except that as JBJ has pointed out that's too close to fascism! Socialist erotica, fantastic.

I've long thought that the solution really lies in local government. Unfortunately it's difficult to get good people to stay in local government instead of moving up to the heady Olympian heights of Westminster. (We work it a bit closer to the grass roots in Cardiff.)
 
Well, I couldn't really say at the time because I thought you were ignoring me not lurking like a constrictor in the shadows, but I felt you might have mistaken Wright's target. He wasn't so much writing about the oppression of black people by whites, in my opinion, as the way in which someone wealthy and privileged could inadvertently make a total mess of someone's life even when they meant to do well by them. In a sense, Native Son is a classic Greek tragedy. It's the quality of mercy on the part of the white female character, which one would suppose was a virtue, not a fault, that leads to tragic consequences for all concerned. There's a paradox of humanity, we sometimes have to deal with the faults opened up by our virtuous behaviour.

I never ignore people of your calibre, I let the world take a couple of spins. As for Wright, you need to share your understandings with his perfesser sycophants. I got an eyefull of their righteousness and tossed the book. I have facts from those times, and the facts rock the conventional wisdom. Those days were nuthin like what we believe.
 
I never ignore people of your calibre, I let the world take a couple of spins. As for Wright, you need to share your understandings with his perfesser sycophants. I got an eyefull of their righteousness and tossed the book. I have facts from those times, and the facts rock the conventional wisdom. Those days were nuthin like what we believe.

A good assessment of Naoko, James. And I have to agree with you on the righteousness of certain perfessers. But such righteousness isn't limited to academes, James; it seems an essential part of organized religion as well as most political philosophies. So it surprises me that you admired Franco and declare yourself a fascist. Or is it not a matter of righteousness at all, but rather a matter of disagreement with your own version of righteousness?
 
From someone of your high intelligence, I take that as a compliment of the highest order.
You made my day.

I fool people. I look better than I am becuz I know my limits, many of them. Did I tell you the story of my client and his mother? The local school sent me a boy without any specific reason for the referral. The form simply noted that I would recognize the problem soon enough.

So I interviewed the boy, gathered nothing from talking to him, and feeling frustrated I implored the mother to spill the beans! Well, she and the boy immediately quarreled about who was the real patient, he insisted it was mom, mom insisted it was the boy. Finally I begged the mom to explain why the boy thought she was the real patient. ITS SILLY, she said. Humor me, lady! HE THINKS I'M CRAZY BECAUSE I'M HAVING ELVIS' BABY.

I never let on that I'm carrying Elvis' lovechild. I advise clients all the time, WHEN YOU FEEL THE NEED TO EXPRESS BIZARRE THOUGHTS AND EXPERIENCES, HOLD THE THOUGHT! WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE ALL YOUR STUPIDITY NEEDS TO ERUPT, HOLD THE THOUGHT!

I practice what I preach.
 
A good assessment of Naoko, James. And I have to agree with you on the righteousness of certain perfessers. But such righteousness isn't limited to academes, James; it seems an essential part of organized religion as well as most political philosophies. So it surprises me that you admired Franco and declare yourself a fascist. Or is it not a matter of righteousness at all, but rather a matter of disagreement with your own version of righteousness?

I own a thick book about fascism. In it the author dissects fascism and lays it all out for the pupil to examine. Fascism is a conveyance easily filled with gold or blood or whatever. God is a fascist, if you think about it.

True! My righteousness and your righteousness struggle eternally in the gladiator arena.
 
I own a thick book about fascism. In it the author dissects fascism and lays it all out for the pupil to examine. Fascism is a conveyance easily filled with gold or blood or whatever. God is a fascist, if you think about it.

True! My righteousness and your righteousness struggle eternally in the gladiator arena.

Doesn't need much thought to realize the inherent fascism of such deities as men's dreams are made of, James; that's one of the reasons I have no god.

I don't think it's an eternal struggle, though; after all we do manage often to ignore each others' rants. And I'm not to sure that the 'gladiator arena' is the most appropriate metaphor; I'd much rather think of it as a traditional Greenlandic song duel.
 
Doesn't need much thought to realize the inherent fascism of such deities as men's dreams are made of, James; that's one of the reasons I have no god.

I don't think it's an eternal struggle, though; after all we do manage often to ignore each others' rants. And I'm not to sure that the 'gladiator arena' is the most appropriate metaphor; I'd much rather think of it as a traditional Greenlandic song duel.

The gladiator is in my blood. I cannot leave a fight alone.

I have my God but only one god, no Jesus no pope no church.
 
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