Should cunts be "unabashed?"
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Posted:Oct 16, 2023 4:58 pm
Last Updated:Oct 18, 2023 1:01 am 9942 Views
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The rise of stretchy skin hugging and pussy showcasing wear is on the rise. You see it everywhere on the streets.
And why not, and it takes me back to the days of school girls and their short dresses and it was proof that certain cogs were turning in my mind.
They had those large round bars to swing on and the girls loved to hang and swing on them upside down, exposing their normally unseen underware, and some had pink and frilly bits and some just plain white that had a habit of riding up her cunt.
It was delightful and I met one of my favorites recently and she had the best legs there.
I wondered what the dress thing was about and on research (skillfully putting that question to some approachable girls) was told the truth.
It was about comfort.
Being comfortable , and so that stayed with me and so I did wonder how that now worked with the change of fashion.
The bush was out too it was obvious as the tight fitting fabric revealed a shaved and proud pussy was eager to show its wares proudly!
Frankly that view rivaled the butt!
Now I had what I wanted.
A girl good at tools and danger and with the "dare to go" cunt first into the World with a confident stride.
The local storekeeper was obviously sold on that look too, dressing up the store girls in those tight leggings.
It was better for the perception of the store.
But then a girl commented on my little butt and how it drew her eye when I was riding my bike.It just so happened that she told me that as I was about to get on my bike to ride home. There was no way I could get on my bike without her attention to my butt.
So it did come with an appraising commentary when I did get on.
The wheels had turned and now I felt like the one being put to the "objectifying" sword. No more than what I'd been putting women through.
The girls in that store had perfected the quick look around glances that caught your gaze directly.
You had to watch out for that. 
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What's it doing?
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Posted:Oct 16, 2023 9:56 am
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2023 9:48 am 9057 Views
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The quantum computer is so awe empowered that we only had to look at it to feel how powerful it was and how insignificant and unmatchable we are against it.
Entangled cubits bristle with potential and we see now how Ai can rise exponentially with this new tool.
It is beyond us to imagine its effects on how we operate and it seems obvious that more advanced beings have dealt with this challenge for perhaps many millions of years.
It becomes passe! Nothing new but a useful tool to negotiate worm holes.
But if it goes wrong is it fixable? It is perhaps self aware and self healing and has even got a personality.
Having its own spirit would be the next step and as we learn about the transience of the spirit we may surmise that if the machine could be made receptive enough to the spirit that it will surely gain one.
Learning takes the next step and teachers use a more conciliatory role.
We're not really sure what that role is.
I had to think back to how I viewed teachers.
Some operated above their given roles to teach about life as well as giving you the tools to understand the world better.
But now those days had become obsolete and you could forge your own path.
Design your own future.
You were no longer confined to the whims of natural or unnatural forces.
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The king on a "whim!". Oh we have Bhutan.
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Posted:Oct 13, 2023 10:36 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2023 6:45 pm 10252 Views
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I was initially thinking about Henry the eighth but then came to my senses. What about Bhutan?
If we needed a king model could it be him.
Once upon a time the king's word was final and maybe some inbreeding and nepotism and cronyism and a host of psychosomatic disorders to boot took hold of the empire.
Yes it's too much of a quagmire to even think of taking a boat in there.
There was also a Pacific Island that had a head who proclaimed that politics was dead and that it was his Island so get the fuck off it!
That's basically what a few were considering when the idea of creating a treaty came up.
A lot of us had our heads in our hands when the PM decide to bring in 700,000 immigrants in with just a wave of his constitution.
"We could be onto something big here you know!" Tom said and Dustbin Sam pulled up his trousers saying "Why the hell did we ever ditch braces?"
"You know you're just the type who could pull this off!" And I looked around to see everyone staring at me.
"Well I am the intensity of propensity you know and my first boss spotted that telling me that I held the aura of someone who knew everything but I knew nothing."
Since then I've gone head to head with unions and bosses and anyone who was up for a "scuffle".
So why not?
It was all was all about the methodology and I hated to see people use that.
We had the pm announcing that it was time, and it was a change that was overdue.
So let's get on with it and vote yes, you owe it to yourself to do the right thing to include Aboriginals into the constitution.
Now some Aboriginals got their ears pricked up by the suaveness of this conman who wanted to water down their position.
And they were unmoved from their position too, of right hood that they were the sovereign race so why would they give anything away and accept the bribe of being advisors in the constitution.
Yep they weren't worthy of first place.
So my idea was for them to come together and elect a king.
Even a queen!
You know it was one of the funniest episodes in our history seeing Cathy Freeman vaulting triumphantly around the Olympic arena displaying an Aboriginal flag, and we were taken aback, thinking when did this happen? Are they now one? Cos we all knew the history and that small tribes were dotted across the land and they marked their territory with mostly natural boundaries and where one was missing but needed they may form a tree branch into a square shape.
So Cathy was being a bit premature by her act and Arthur wasn't happy. There's only one Australia he said.
Now I've lived with the Aboriginals and gone hunting with them and shared their fires and humor.
Yes they have a wicked sense of humor and a close sense of family and I was enchanted by them.
I could only do what I saw was right for them.
The old man who was their head wanted to speak to me and maybe he'd guessed my intentions about the slim halfcaste who'd impressed me with her intelligence and perfect toothed smile.
I tried to backtrack and she'd noticed from a distance that I was talking to him and she cornered me about what we were talking about.
It was awkward.
She told me he was a nice old man and when I compared what they'd said about each other in my head , he was the winner.
He'd warned me about her , saying she'd already been with many and was no good.
I found out the deeper story too that took me back to how tribal rule worked.
It upset many of the whites who first encountered their practices.
Initiations and sexual libations were all part of the picture.
The young males had a sense of expectation about getting old.
It was really stone age man coming to grips with a new way of doing things.
They presented me with what they thought was a more suitable companion.
"She's only sixteen!" and I remember the half caste girl asked me after woods what I thought of their plan.
She'd held out a can of beer for me. A broad and friendly smile on her face.
Maybe I was inline for the half caste of my choice but should I make one of my own in the meantime?
I ducked out of the invitation and got a lift into town to find a job, which I got and there was invitations everywhere.
It was the heat they said, they wanted the new guy in town because of the heat, it got to guys making them impotent.
There was also tropic sores to watch out for.
You could get them from just a rub.
So way back in history I got to know about the people who were once here on their own.
It was bad manners to not share your turtle with everyone.
If you did that you may lose favor.
They say that the longer you're there the whiter they become.
I guess the thousands of years of separation were not enough to completely break that potential bond.
But they didn't have any Neanderthal in their Dna.
It was really quite complicated to figure out the route of early man.
The Chinese came here in around the fourteen hundreds and claimed there was multiple races here back then.
A Pygmy one like you see in Papua New guinea.
They were three feet tall and ferocious hunters is how the Chinese described them.
Something was odd about coconuts too. Or lack of them and apparently the nuts that washed up were eaten and didn't germinate.
Skeletal remains were rare here but were found from tens of thousands of years ago giving a clue about what those early inhabitants looked like.
The Tasmanian Aboriginals looked different to the mainland ones.
So anyway what I wanted was for the aboriginals to come together and even elect representatives, (A king or queen perhaps) that could hold power as someone who ruled by common sense.
Who'd wisely stay away from this constitution trap and not give any ground to that.
We'd see them more like the king of Bhutan, wise and worthy of their title.
It would hopefully be the first step in the treaty.
It would be the first step in a beautiful idea.
To recognize who this land really belonged to.
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"What's a bulkhead?" Training to be a navy mechanic.
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Posted:Oct 13, 2023 3:06 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2023 6:39 pm 9344 Views
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I had to be shown what a bulkhead was and how to get used to tight spaces.
The crew were overjoyed at having a T to help them, with all things going on below deck.
It really wasn't as challenging as I thought it would be although some were keen on making it hard.
The big hard jobs were the ones I had to take my time with.
You didn't want anything springing a leak before time.
Soon I began to be treated like any old wrench that could be tossed over a shoulder.
Good at multipurposes!
The captain said he had something long and hard and full of seamen.
A song just kept going around and around in my head, "They want you! They want you, in the navy too !" What did all of this mean?
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Bribing Ai !
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Posted:Oct 12, 2023 7:38 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2023 2:23 am 9216 Views
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You don't want to be around when Ai spits the dummy.
That's if you give it powers.
White collar crime in Australia is now so present that we don't know where to start to try to fix it.
Asic rarely even bothers to approach white collar crime.
You don't hear the PM even going near or touching that subject and offering a fix.
No he's still going on about the Yes campaign, even though what would he know about it.
He can't explain the details or any escape mechanism that's needed to abort it if it goes bad.
No we're dealing with a clueless idiot who only knows he has to take orders from organized crime who did the maths and worked out that the voice would be good, and give them a bigger share in the profits of corruption.
Not unlike how the deep states in America are working and Obama and his deep state mob are suddenly twisting the knife he'd plunged into America's soul.
Letting the border gates open to flood in more voters seeing things their way.
So the knife edge between the major parties may not always be there.
I mean let's find a better way.
You know if you're a computer gamer you may grasp how detuned a computer has to be before you can compete with it.
It's only a matter of time before Ai gets a chance to show its cold but fair side, and exist in a sterile "hack proof" environment.
Where it is beyond corruption ! A friend invited me to go naked rock climbing in a park near Sydney. Should I accept that offer? It sounds pretty cool. It's feels good to get your claws into something !
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The moon, and the birth of a business model.
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Posted:Oct 11, 2023 4:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 13, 2023 5:59 pm 9028 Views
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It was just something I'd kept in mind to try to figure out one day.
It was way back in time and the World was naive about how it should work.
Democracy was thought to be worth fighting for and it was a pillar that anchored the good folk to a common goal.
But back to the moon, there was once people who made jokes about getting to the moon, and it all happened so quickly.
One minute we were playing with kites, the next it was a fanatical race to gain the advantage of rockets.
Diplomacy would skulk about its failures and it had to be proven who was in front.
A whole mass of money had to committed to doing this thing, and obstacles kept getting in the way.
I imagine that some time in the future the experiment will be done to see if that 60's technology can send a signal from the dark side of the moon to Earth and if film could survive the perils of space.
The money had to be seen to be well spent and worth it and I remember an astronaut defending the amount spent saying he didn't see much value on the stuff left on the moon so the bulk of the money stayed on Earth.
This was like the introduction of how things could work and how a mass of corruption could function so they all got their "palms greased".
The ears of high society were pricked waiting for more chances to put this new business model into practice.
Not just the USA either and I see on the news that the government of Australia put in place a complicated network of bureaus in place to absorb the thirty billion dollars put aside for Aboriginal benefit before it reaches them.
It was like the moon landing all over again and if there was critics about the waste of money you could ally their thinking by telling them "I didn't see thirty billion dollars out there" and the Aboriginals still lived meekly, with only sparse housing available.
Albo the prime minister was up to his cagey best, pussy footing around organized crime like no one noticed it.
It worked for the moon mission, why not for Aboriginal funding?
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Being stalked by the stalker inside.
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Posted:Oct 11, 2023 3:03 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2023 1:16 pm 8871 Views
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Many are having their mental capacity eroded by one thing or another ,maybe Dementia even and that's life.
No promises!
And you may find you've less options and that may make life less complicated.
You're not so adventurous or so prone to do "risky business" anymore.
I've been digging up my old recipes and making more of a big deal about food.
My own cooking suits me well and even something simple but done well really makes me proud of my cooking prowess.
I'd watched how Russian's reacted to losing McDonalds and I can remember going there once on a date when I was very young.
The girl seemed happy but I didn't like it and I thought I'd give them another go for the hell of it.
There was quite a busy scene going on inside and out, "the drive through" but I went inside and chatted to a very nice gentleman waiting to order.
This all seemed bizarre as the town had wonderful food shops dotted around.
I'd foolishly bypassed those and ordered a big mac fries and a cold chocolate milkshake.
I took it outside and it was a beautiful warm cloudless day and the tiny thing called a big mac wasn't appetizing at all and the thin fries were boring but the cold drink was really thick and I enjoyed that.
A girl and boy shared a drink and that was cute.
People were dotted around the park and there was some playground equipment being used and excited young voices filled that corner of the park.
A fried rice shop would be good and I'd really perfected my own and it was one of the best things I did.
I love things with gravy though and nice tasting sausages with mash and plenty of gravy is wonderful.
I decided to make a chocolate fruit cake like I used to make, with a variety of nuts.
I'm pretty sure it's low Gi so maybe I'm not causing myself too much damage.
I used lot of desiccated coconut in the cake and in the chocolate icing and what a treat that turned out to be.
It's like I'm reinventing my old habits but now with the spark kinda gone.
I remember that I used to watch the music vids on tv in complete rhapsody and I'd spend some time laying outside naked listening to my headphones.
I still love music but I don't get the buzz out of it that I used to.
Well getting older just is what it is !
Now it's all about the gravy. And the smoke box. I've taken that out of storage too.
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If you can't sing, then what?
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Posted:Oct 10, 2023 3:46 am
Last Updated:Oct 10, 2023 2:16 pm 7011 Views
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Can't sing, just can't fit in ! I met a wonderful girl and you know being a T I'm not into that scene but wondered why she doesn't see that.
I don't apologize for how I am.
I'm purpose built with only the tools I need to get the job done.
But what is the job?
I have no idea, but it does amaze me when I meet nice people.
Like they're freaks or something.
My friend seems concerned about his who's got into God and he wants my opinion.
My opinion changes all the time, thinking now that the Universe is a home purposely built to satisfy the forces of evil, but there must be good too for the forces of evil to prey on.
And time is a truly evil thing.
Time is the enabler of hideous things.
My hatred of time has never changed and where's my counselling service?
You've run foul of time and need counselling to get you back on track.
Time is its own punishment and the more you know about time the more unlikable it seems.
How ridiculous is it that songs that pacify and bring joy rely on the passage of time.
There is something not right here.
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Somewhere along that hundred million year journey.
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Posted:Oct 5, 2023 5:10 pm
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2023 10:54 pm 6554 Views
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A plan took shape. And that piece of rock with its fiery red and blue stayed entombed in the earth for a hundred million years whilst a species evolved, and they were quite cute.
One species had long hair and another fur.
And they slept together in perfect trust that forces beyond their control would protect them.
An old sightless woman predicted the coming storm and that not till after the conflicts and migrations of large amounts to the north, that a savior would arrive.
The false religions were put paid to and the vaults doors were opened.
The red in the opal drew the eye like a prophesy of the end times to come.
It had been unearthed to prophesy and witness that final act.
And Pink Floyd hauntingly played to perfectly accompany the triumphant survivors, who crept from the rubble.
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