Re: Fellatio Party in our Survivors' Encampment tonight....

[Samuel Harris <vssamuelharris@aol.com>]

On 20 июн, 10:55, Special Care <special.car...@gmail.com> wrote:
> ........well, not tonight really, but three hundred thousand years
> from now.............
>
> ============================================
>
> The memory persists emphatically on every continent, the memory of the
> Garden of Eden / Golden Age of eleven thousand years ago.
>
> The keynote of the Golden Age civilisation was that there was NO
> RATIONING OF LOVE.
>
> By contrast, for the past eleven thousand years, the purpose of
> everyone’s life has been to RATION love between human beings to the
> barest minimum.
>
> Disaster struck eleven thousand years ago. The geological record shows
> a major destruction and depopulation of the surface of the earth at
> that time. It wasn’t Eve eating an apple from a mythical tree of
> knowledge. It was just ecological catastrophe, which happens from time
> to time. But the big one was eleven thousand years ago. It robbed us
> of our sanity, because our ancestors were so backward and unevolved
> that they were unable to cope with a survivalist emergency in a decent
> way and lapsed into inter-tribal war, and instituted love-rationing
> societal arrangements to generate soldiers.
>
> =======================================
> To win wars, love must be rationed.
>
> Unloved men make more effective soldiers.
> =======================================
>
> So our civilisation has adopted three basic societal arrangements to
> RATION love between humans to the barest minimum to facilitate
> permanent inter-tribal war to keep ruling groups in the life of luxury
> to which they are accustomed.
>
> In religious terminology, it’s called the ‘fall of man’ or ‘Original
> Sin.’
>
> So-called ‘theologians’ and so-called ‘scholars’ haven’t a clue what
> such phrases mean.
>
> A ‘theologian’s’ NON-JOB depends on pretending that life is a mystery,
> when there is no mystery at all.
>
> Life is simple. No ‘experts’ and no formal education are needed to
> understand the human condition and to commence the healing process.
> Just the basics of human psychology and geology.
>
> It was simply a case of our ancestors being too immature to cope with
> a survivalist emergency in a decent way, lapsing into vampirism and
> cannibalism without consent, which ‘wrote the script’ for the
> subsequent permanent state of inter-tribal war, with the three bizarre
> love-rationing societal arrangements to generate soldiers, because
> unloved men make more effective soldiers.
>
> And then our ancestors passed on their collective imbecility to each
> succeeding generation, and we today have inherited that collective
> imbecility.
>
> Since that ecological catastrophe of eleven thousand years ago, shown
> in the geological record, we humans have been a species in amnesia, in
> collective post-traumatic shock, frightened of learning about our own
> history and frightened of understanding our own psychological state.
>
> The purpose of what is laughably called ‘education’ is to PREVENT us
> from seeing reality by COMPARTMENTALISING knowledge.
>
> And - bizarrely - human beings speak of mental illness in terms of
> *some* people being mentally ill and the rest of us *not* being
> mentally ill!
>
> That’s a sign of just how ‘far gone’ you all are.
>
> THE GOLDEN AGE:
>
> Most people can’t even begin to imagine what life was like eleven
> thousand years ago.
>
> No restrictions on expressions of love, no toxic shame, no INVERSION,
> no soldiers, no police……. Just gentleness and, yes, a form of
> arbitration in case of disagreement, but always gentleness……..because
> there was NO inversion and toxic shame in the later stage of the
> mother-infant relationship…..Apollonius-Jesus said: ‘become as little
> children’ ….but we didn’t have to back then because human beings never
> stopped being as little children in the Golden Age / Garden of Eden
> civilisation, when our mothers did NOT go into reverse in the later
> stage of the mother-infant relationship but allowed nature to take its
> course by permitting the growing infant to return the mother’s loving
> caresses, both to the mother and to other children…….
>
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>
> THE HELL OF ADOLESCENCE IN AN INVERTED CIVILISATION
>
> Some feel the need to deny it, but for all of us in this INVERTED
> civilisation, adolescence - the transition to physical maturity - is a
> hellish part of our lives, even today. I speak as the inhabitant of a
> male body. The girls can speak for themselves (but just don’t say it
> to me - in old age I’ve had quite enough of your incoherent babbling).
>
> Those German philosophers with the unspellable, unpronounceable
> names…….. they often said life is pointless and meaningless.
>
> No, it’s not.
>
> The purpose of life must have a lot to do with contributing what you
> can to the healing of our tragic civilisation, a civilisation in which
> the most prominent agenda is to RATION love between humans to the
> barest minimum.
>
> If you don’t question and oppose publicly those three love-rationing,
> pain-generating societal arrangements, then your life has been a
> failure, and yes, it would then be true that YOUR life has been
> meaningless and pointless. My life is not pointless, not meaningless,
> because I have overcome the collective mental illness in which we all
> were born and raised and I have done as much as I could to persuade
> the rest of you to start overcoming the collective mental illness into
> which we all were born and raised. That makes my life a success.
>
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>
> When I reached adolescence, there was a thick cloud of toxic shame
> surrounding my penis and my emissions of sperm. The toxic shame starts
> in late infancy, yes, but it is intensified in adolescence.
> Why?
> Well, because the immediate purpose of an INVERTED civilisation such
> as ours is to RATION love to the barest minimum, to generate soldiers,
> because unloved, miserable people make more effective soldiers to keep
> the ruling group in the life of luxury to which they are accustomed,
> which is the only purpose of our permanent inter-tribal wars. War is
> not about freedom. War is only about keeping the ruling group in the
> life of luxury to which they are accustomed. The ‘Arab Spring’ is the
> latest confirmation of that fact.
>
> In a sane civilisation, as in the Golden Age / Garden of Eden of
> eleven thousand years ago, the transition to manhood would be a matter
> for shared celebration and joy among all the family and friends of the
> boy who is becoming a man.
>
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>
> FANTASISING ABOUT SANITY
>
> When I reached adolescence and had my first emission of sperm, why
> could I not have come to my mother, holding out my hand with the
> delicious white liquid on it and exclaiming in joy: “look, Mummy, it’s
> happened! I’m a man now!”
>
> And then my mother could have hugged me with delight, licked and
> sucked the remaining sperm off my fingers, and said: “congratulations,
> my sweetheart. I’m so proud of you. My boy has become a man, and so
> soon. Do you want a fellatio party tonight, sweetheart? Most boys do,
> but you don’t have to. Who do you want to do it to you first,
> sweetheart? Your aunt Susan is very good at it. The men are always
> praising Susan’s fellatio skills. She’s the best girl in the village
> at that. Do you want Susan to do it to you first? Or you can have a
> fellatio party, proudly displaying your erect penis to your sisters
> and aunts and neighbours, all of us clapping our applause for you as
> it becomes erect, and then inviting all the female relatives and
> neighbours to take turns at giving you ten fellatio strokes. The queue
> will be a mile long, sweetheart, with such a lovely penis as you’ve
> got, son. You remember your brother’s fellatio party a few years ago,
> don’t you, when your brother became a man….it was a lovely evening for
> the whole village. All the female relatives and neighbours took turns,
> being allowed only ten fellatio strokes each…. well, I mean ten
> downward strokes and ten up, and we were all having fun betting on
> which of us would win, meaning which lucky woman would make him climax
> in a woman’s mouth for the first time. It was your aunt Susan who won
> that time, she’s so sexy. I think your older brother wanted her to be
> the winner, so it happened. They say it’s partly her hair, such a
> thick head of red hair, the colour of eroticism, and the way her hair
> tickles a man’s hips and scrotum with each downward stroke, followed
> by the pleasure of the suction she applies on her upward strokes……
> she’s very good at it, my sister Susan.. So what do you want to do,
> sweetheart? It’s your decision, you know that, son, now that humanity
> has regained the sanity of the Garden of Eden.”
>
> “Oh Mummy, you know what I want, but your so decent you wont say it. I
> want you, Mummy. Look, my penis is coming up again, Mummy, just from
> thinking about it.
>
> “Oh God, it’s very big, son. It’s as big as your Daddy’s. I’m so proud
> of my son’s penis. It’s just adorable, sweetheart. And look at the
> size of your pisshole when it opens wide. Oh my lovely son, your penis
> is just adorable.”
>
> Oh Mummy, can we go to the bedroom? I want you to be my first Fellatio
> Lady, Mummy.”
>
> “If you’re sure, sweetheart. You know it’s your decision in the Garden
> of Eden.”
>
> “Yes. I want you to be my first, Mummy, and then I’ll have that
> precious memory for the rest of my life, the memory of my Mummy giving
> me my first fellatio.”
>
> “Well, if you’re sure……OK, we’ll go to the bedroom now, sweetheart.
> You want me naked for it, don’t you… most boys do… here, let me take
> off my knickers and my gown….. I’m really honoured that you’ve chosen
> your Mummy to be your first fellatio lady. Thank you, son. I’m really
> delighted. You can have your fellatio party tonight too, if you ...

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Wtf?