This is a long haul, get the shoes on.
If you do start, I ask kindly, continue through to the end. Some may bristle at a certain point, but it is not as it may appear..have faith, finish it.
‘Countries such as Japan, Indonesia, the Philippines and Thailand, where the sex industry flourishes (even when technically illegal) have exceptionally low rates for rape and sexual assault.
‘Within Europe, Spain, where prostitution is legal, also has exceptionally low rates of rape.’
The report was slammed by the End Violence Against Women campaign, which claimed the findings were ‘wrong-headed’ and selective in its evidence.
Both can be found within the following article
There is another very good reason to legalize prostitution.
So much so, if I were in front of any member of this so called End Violence against Women, I’d have very hot and very confrontational questions for her.
First, I’d like to ask if they consider emotional abuse still an issue they find important to crusade against.
Besides broken necks , fractured skulls or any number of whatever gross atrocities they feel our brothers are committing against us “poor women”, is it any abuse or just merely some abuses that offend the mighty Justice Warriors?
Modern women are finding the task of online dating further complicated by men on the scene afflicted with certain “diseases”. Conditions specifically outfitted with an inability to process empathetic feelings for others.
Conditions which have been recently lumped together into a “convenient” catch all acronym of A.S.D eg; Asperger’s and ADHD.
They concern the section of the brain where empathy and interest for other human beings emotional needs is stored . In ASD individuals it’s common to find it mostly all but existent.
I, as a woman, was diagnosed late in life with both conditions.
I mention this to dull the edges of any tempers about to flare by my seemingly generalized and “unfair” statement.
It’s reality. Not only am I able to admit my own (formerly baffling) disregard of individuals on the whole , I can attest to having been (formerly inexplicably) drawn to similarly affected partners.
No Aspie is the same as another. No more than, let’s say, any lesbian or elderly woman is an expected copy of another.
I have a good amount of empathy. Whether it’s through “acting” or because I had enough of a unique life experience to allow me this gift, it doesn’t matter.
I can be subject to a great deal of empathy for others. Especially when it has to do with those being mistreated by entire establishments and the cowards unwilling to stop them.
Much like what has happened to untold thousands of bitter and depressed wives who were forced to live with deceptive homosexual husbands,
I wouldn’t doubt for a minute the same is happening within the ASD “romance” scene-The tragedy of laws which force folks into deceiving victims for self satisfaction.
(here is probably where I’d get really angry and really close to the face of the campaigner.)
The ‘word’ is that only 20% of us get through successfully in a marriage.
Without spontaneous celebrations of birthdays (or any holidays for that matter)
… hours of being left alone for his Almighty computer’s company…
…with nearly every word, childhood story, request or demand being ignored or forgotten-worse still, smirked at or eye rolled over…
..being embarrassed by odd public behavior, being insulted or left alone in moments of great pain and whatever long list of “not-giving-a-damn-if-you-kill-yourself” cold and disinterested actions follow… there’s nothing to be shocked about on the stats, really.
I would demand to know if those incessant and love murdering behaviors were incidents that the Loudmouths of Justice considered abusive.
If I were to merely see her teeth moving towards her tongue in order to form the letter “N” for “no”…I would inform her that she was a flaming idiot. And a liar.
ASD men are being FORCED to deceive and lie themselves into a world they can barely choke down on a regular basis.
Not all of them are having major problems, of course.
But they are out there. The men with their thoroughly practiced “pick up” lines and mannerisms. If not for puzzling behaviors, refusal to share photos or strangely rude comments, there are other clues most can not pick up on.
There are mechanical or very sophomoric sentences that could make one wonder if she’s being pranked. The words sounding like pick up lines from decades ago. Lines old enough to be recognized by at least two generations of adult aged women. The type most neurotypicals laugh out loud about when they hear about them.
“Neurotypocals” laugh at quite a lot that I never found and will never find funny.
I thought laughing at and judging human beings emotions and the ways they maneuver their ways through life was only done by the truly mentally deficient. I thought respect for all men’s and women’s actions were in sacred order. But that’s another story, isn’t it?
Legalize prostitution. Flipping simple.
Not doing so makes as much sense as forcing dance class participants to pair up with those born without legs for upcoming dance contests.
Sure, some may seem to be able to execute a few moves while standing on prosthetic limbs.
But what of the time when the jitterbug contest comes around? Hm?
On one hand, the dancers are furious and disappointed that they’d been duped out of a chance at finding long sought after happiness. On the other hand, angry and humiliated partners are awkwardly struggling to fulfill promises they never made in the first place.
Wouldn’t it make better sense to let the able bodied secure partners better suited for securing the trophy they want?
Why not let those with artificial limbs dance at their own pace and capabilities in an environment where they can avoid the extreme torture of being repeatedley rejected in places they don’t care for nor feel comfortable in?
Stop making men feel as if they have to woo and commit to some potential female loser (or worse) for the rest of his god forsaken life merely for one night of good conversation and sexual intercourse. Stop making him feel he has to lie because when he does tell the truth, there’s STILL hell to be paid.
If you can’t bring your “holier- than -us” humps to do so, then at least have the common decency of keeping your condemnations and screeching judgement to a lower and humane level. Stop voicing opinions that slash into people’s very sense of worth, stop making people feel so damned bad for what is THEIR nature, not yours…THEIRS. Stop being such militant, socio-political monsters. Please.
If you were feeling real gracious-like, you could even have a bit of mercy for the broken hearted thousands who wish they were dead, stuck in a loveless marriage.
You could show a little mercy to the poor son of a B who was born with a physical deformity so unappealing, that even you would blink fast if asked to merely kiss him-
You Hypocrite, You.
photo credit silver-john
One or the Other
Either somebody is flat out lying….
Or someone is strong-arming further control over our lives under the guise of “protection”…
It makes NO sense that both of these entities (the Red Flag Rule and Lifelock )
should be in existence at the same time.
Either one is robbing us blind in a service for a problem that the government has “under control”
or the other one blatantly forced all of us to surrender control of our money as if we’re too stupid to protect the hard earned money WE work for and wish to spend.
Or…we simply have monkeys and clowns banging away in the control room.
Well, I’ll be damned.
What were the chances of these two celebrity jokers having been born on the same date as the other?
With both strongly suspected in the killing of an ex (one= divorce pending), and both having been cut more amounts of slack than any of us poor slobs would have even dared dream of. They’ve been certainly cut more slack than what should be acceptable considering how well loved all three of the victims (Ron Goldman, Nicole Brown Simpson and Kurt Cobain) were..and considering how many hearts were left broken without the right answers.
The July 9th born couple being
1964 Courtney Love and 1947 O. J. Simpson
If you’re not familiar with the injustice regarding Kurt’s killing, the following film should fill you in very well.
art credits= julien tromeur
What an arrogant and unprofessional thing, this Amazon”summary” for the silent film “Africa F.O.B”( also titled “One African Night”). Be it an employee or customer submitted, rude is rude.
Once upon a time, it was drilled into our heads that good reporting of facts was free from personal opinion. “Just the facts, Jack” and all that. It was stressed that inclusion of personal opinion was a shameful demonstration of self over service.
To one investing money to secure and maintain customers through sale of his videos , a punk move like that could hardly be anything less than sabotage.
It’s like having a loud mouthed picketer standing in front of one’s shop; customers choosing to hurry by without stopping, the decision made for them thanks to the screeching outside.
If these occasional pot shot plots are to be tolerated, then what about hundreds of other films the rest of us find objectionable?
Graphic vomiting, young teen characters performing oral sex in scenes, close up shots of feces, pill popping mothers and drunk fathers acting more like overgrown children than authority figures…
In the words of our high and mighty author up there…wouldn’t these be considered the very worst examples of true unfortunate displays?
There’s no need for the finger wagging over bygone practices. It would be like bitterly condemning ancient Japanese performers or Globe Theater actors dressing men up to play female parts. Social habits were what they were. No race, creed..no people ever got through their times in history without social habits. We have them, we grow and then we discard them like old shells. And one of the social habits was for us to make fun of one another in the open. We grew up. A little.
Besides, any of those actions were nothing compared to the shameless verbal violence being flung willy nilly these days.
Most importantly, there were no insulting or typical “blackface” antics that many would be misled into thinking was present. Unless you consider the native king acting very much like an exaggeratedly anxious Skipper from Gilligan’s Island offensive, there are no true insults.
It’s foolish to discount entire works due to singular issues. Even those who don’t find anything wrong with that petty P.C. foot stomp of a summary should be able to admit as much.
This film deserved the respect of a simple summary. That’s what the purpose of the section is, for most of the films on Amazon Video’s site-whether they’re garbage or gold. The insults or complaints are usually reserved for the customer review section.
May the day come soon that we don’t have to contend with trash being tossed so carelessly on top of what treasures remain from our film history.
I’m including a link, if you want to watch it.
It’s about one of the most unlucky sweet cheeked (yet primly mustachioed) young men you’ll ever meet. He starts a finely dressed day scheming on how to make money. He ends up the entire time dodging and/or melding into one perfectly timed city streets mishap after another. Right up until he gets as far as he gets, you may even find a couple of smiles sitting on your lips for the guy and his circus type bad luck.
If you keep in mind this was done in the infancy of the film making industry’s lifetime, you may be very impressed with a few things after all. The practice they had to perfect in order to do live stunts, often involving running vehicles. The way that many things are carried to the audience without the benefit of sound. Various firsts that had no teachers nor experience to consult.
Unfortunately, the featured soundtrack is not the original one intended for the movie.
I’ll tell you one thing, you’ll never find a multiple donut twirling umbrella stunt performed like you’ll see it performed in this film.
That’s for sure.
This amazing…incredible delight…of a VR game.
I can not stress how impossible it is to show the experience, as you will see in my two cents video down below, where I captured footage of running into a boss.
There’s are plenty more stages/levels to enjoy. However, simply seeing that fantastic character for the first time was a thrill.
It’s like standing in a surreal and exotic art exhibit with a mythical demi god close enough to touch if you just reach a little more…
You just have to try it.
PS4 launch video for Rez and gameplay trailer video.
My two cents
Mom..Dad…you’ll be giving much more than a game. You’ll be handing over keys to an outta sight kingdom.
Kids..be patient and mind what you wish for. If you make too much of a fuss, Mom and Dad may want to try it out for themselves.
If it’s this game in particular, it may be another long wait before they give up the goggles.
The following link will provide you with information on folks who watch people’s private moments uninvited. They watch them via remote control and unsuspecting target web cameras.
It can’t be too much of a shock, discovering we’ve now bred the type of citizens who find nothing wrong with what they’re doing-secretly spying on people eating , walking around nude or having private sexual encounters.
Amongst the worst, there is mugging of innocent children’s online gaming accounts.
I will toss out a couple of reminders before we spout our angry exclamations over our shameless moronic siblings.
Remember, it’s “Mommy and Daddy” who delivered the gut punch of enhanced TSA screenings. Where sex molesters have a good shot at solid kicks if they are hired; with the groping of our private parts being demanded from on high. No doubt, countless sex abuse survivors have probably endured old wounds of sex abuse being ripped wide open each week they boarded a flight. Their sense of “no one being allowed to tell them what to do with their bodies” shot to hell after long and hard years of therapy.
Remember, it’s “Mommy and Daddy” and their buddies laying down laws dictating what we can and can not, should or should not do for personal sexual pleasure.
What the RATTERS are doing is beyond despicable. However, based on merely those two examples alone, there can not be any doubt as to which pack of RATS has farther reaching authority and has inflicted the most damage by brazenly declaring that even our very private parts belong to them to do with whatever they want.
None of these “whackers”( RAT operators) is going to come to your house, throw you into jail or manhandle you if you slap a band-aid over the lens to stop him from ‘touching’ you.
I think most of us can recall what happens when we beg Daddy to not touch us ‘there’.
Or god forbid, if Mommy thinks we looked at her funny.
If we’re going to complain or try to do something about keeping dirty paws off of our lives, there’s plenty of dirtier and larger paws better suited for the energies.
I refuse to accept the notion that We (of the ASD section) are any more “broken” or “malfunctioning” than any one of any groups walking on earth today; the overly proud, chronic liars, despicable cheats and the insufferably and voluntarily ignorant. Change of lifers, alcoholics, greedy pigs, prudes, unscrupulous politicians, philandering husbands, spoiled wives, professional victims, shockingly low intellects, overbearing know-it-alls..to name a few.
We’re living in a world where the well read and introverted child is pulled into a glaring spotlight and corrected. In the meantime, his belching and foul mouthed cousin is left untouched and often admired by simple crowds constantly Jonesing for cheap and raucous fixes.
Much is said about our “lack of socialization”. Over and over, in one article or another, we’re constantly being reminded “what is right” and “what is acceptable” on how humans are “supposed” to treat one another.
What an insult, being lectured on empathy by those who insist on officially classifying our behaviors as being diseased.
The “short” list of what’s “wrong” with us
When, as in the following case, they couldn’t be concerned in the slightest with their own occasional blatant lack of regard.
The Bold Bullies of the EPA
We’re forever reminded that we’re susceptible , too naïve or “not mature” enough to handle “typical” everyday situations. Like what exactly?
Like not ranting or busting face when someone owes us money? Like not investing hours of precious time trying to untie and decipher the knots of lies that “normal” people toss our way for selfish gain and/or decrepit kicks? Our refusal to accept blanketed branding based on the way we choose to deal with often wrong actions of “normal society”?
Where IS this so called “normal” human specimen anyway? Where is this Enlightened gem? The one who’ll teach us how to listen, speak or what subjects to bring up..even in the privacy of our own homes. Maybe we’ll be taught the popular art of lying well enough to spare future victims from our notorious tactlessness. Who knows. Bring out the Shiny Role Models and we’ll see what shakes.
Until there are sufficient answers regarding the origin of and reasons for the highlighting and herding of our “conditions”, the tagging of human beings….
Until we can fix our “broken and diseased” focus on the Perfect People that imperfect masters are suggesting we should be…
Let’s not take for granted a future where each common person is catalogued and eventually managed as a diseased and dysfunctional unit. With Science picking up where the Church left off, using manipulated and vague data (instead of God’s disapproval) to herd man into believing himself too damaged and uneducated to run his own life…unless they need to, of course, utilize a potential Einstein from the farm for “the greater good”.
photo credits iQoncept , freshidea, creativeimages and Monkey Business
Still. by Ramsy
Photo credit- DarkIllusion