Friday, February 22, 2008
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Beautiful Girls
Under the image of Buddha
all these spring flowers
seem a little tiresome.
Labels: Apple of Discord, sexuality, The Nature
Thursday, February 7, 2008
When is a bottle of Champagne just a bottle of Champagne...
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Which came first...
The chicken or the egg? The Idealist or the Pragmatist? Change or Experience?Labels: Apple of Discord, Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, Lyndon Johnson, MLK
Monday, December 17, 2007
Octavia Neronis
Sunday, December 16, 2007
It was only a matter of time...
Man Finally Put In Charge Of Struggling Feminist Movement
December 3, 2007 | Issue 43•49
December 3, 2007 | Issue 43•49
WASHINGTON—After decades spent battling gender discrimination and inequality in the workplace, the feminist movement underwent a high-level shake-up last month, when 53-year-old management consultant Peter "Buck" McGowan took over as new chief of the worldwide initiative for women's rights.Oh, it gets even better...
"All the feminist movement needed to do was bring on someone who had the balls to do something about this glass ceiling business," said McGowan, who quickly closed the 23.5 percent gender wage gap by "making a few calls to the big boys upstairs." "In the world of gender identity and empowered female sexuality, it's all about who you know."...and better,
Oh, just the Onion, BTW..."With a charismatic, self-assured guy like Pete pulling the strings, we might even see a female elected president one of these days," said Nathan Roth, an analyst at the Cato Institute. "Finally, the feminist movement has a face that commands respect."
McGowan, however, said he didn't get into the business of women's rights for the praise.
"What these women were able to accomplish with the little manpower they had is very impressive," McGowan said. "I just bring a certain something to the table—I'm not sure what—that gave us that extra little push into complete female independence. I guess it just comes naturally."
Labels: Apple of Discord, Maggie Gyllenhaal, The Nature
Saturday, December 8, 2007
I remember well...
After the Orgy - Reginald Marsh
'Naked Twister' nights inspire suburb's sex club ban- Story Highlights
- Jim Trulock's split level turns into "The Cherry Pit," a sex club, on weekends
- Complaints spur Texas city to ban sex clubs in residential areas
- Trulock's lawyers say what he does in the privacy of his home is his business
- Duncanville, pop. 36,000, boasts some 50 churches
DUNCANVILLE, Texas (AP) -- The most popular address on Cedar Ridge Drive is Jim Trulock's split-level home, which has a group sex room and attracts as many as 100 people to swinger parties featuring "Naked Twister" nights.-A brave new world they got down there in Texas...
But the festivities could soon be over. In response to neighbors' complaints, the city has outlawed sex clubs in residential areas. Citations have been issued, and search warrants may be next.
"It's crazy that they want to force their morality down our throats," said Dawn Burton, 45, a regular guest at the parties. "We're all frustrated."
So are those who complain of the noise, traffic and parking problems that occur in their otherwise quiet, upscale neighborhood every Friday and Saturday, when Trulock's home is transformed into "The Cherry Pit."
Duncanville, which proclaims itself "The Perfect Blend of Family, Community and Business," is an unlikely venue for a neighborhood swinger club. The city of 36,000 just southwest of Dallas has about 50 places of worship and not a single registered sexually oriented business.
Duncanville officials insist they are not just another prudish Texas town giving the boot to spouse-swappers. They say it all boils down to a matter of law: Trulock is operating a business featuring live sex acts.
"It's not trying to judge anyone or pass judgment on someone's lifestyle," city spokeswoman Tonya Lewis said.
To support its claim, the city notes that the Cherry Pit accepts money from guests and promotes the parties on its Web site.
"We're not about infringing on the rights of the Cherry Pit patrons or owners," Lewis said. "But now your right to have fun has infringed on everyone else's. And now you have to draw the line."
Labels: Apple of Discord, Economy, Glass House Living
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Inhale, Exhale
Rappaccini's Daughter
By Nathaniel Hawthorne
The distrustful gardener, while plucking away the dead leaves or pruning the too luxuriant growth of the shrubs, defended his hands with a pair of thick gloves. Nor were these his only armor. When, in his walk through the garden, he came to the magnificent plant that hung its purple gems beside the marble fountain, he placed a kind of mask over his mouth and nostrils, as if all this beauty did but conceal a deadlier malice. But finding his task still too dangerous, he drew back, removed the mask, and called loudly, but in the infirm voice of a person affected with inward disease:
"Beatrice!--Beatrice!"
"Here am I, my father! What would you?" cried a rich and youthful voice from the window of the opposite house; a voice as rich as a tropical sunset, and which made Giovanni, though he knew not why, think of deep hues of purple or
crimson, and of perfumes heavily delectable.--"Are you in the garden?" "Yes, Beatrice," answered the gardener, "and I need your help."
Soon there emerged from under a sculptured portal the figure of a young girl, arrayed with as much richness of taste as the most splendid of the flowers, beautiful as the day, and with a bloom so deep and vivid that one shade more would have been too much. She looked redundant with life, health, and energy; all of which attributes were bound down and compressed, as it were, and girdled tensely, in their luxuriance, by her virgin zone. Yet Giovanni's fancy must have grown morbid, while he looked down into the garden; for the impression which the fair stranger made upon him was as if here were another flower, the human sister of those vegetable ones, as beautiful as they--more beautiful than the richest of them--but still to be touched only with a glove, nor to be approached without a mask. As Beatrice came down the garden-path, it was observable that she handled and inhaled the odor of several of the plants, which her father had most sedulously avoided.
"Here, Beatrice," said the latter,--"see how many needful offices require to be done to our chief treasure. Yet, shattered as I am, my life might pay the penalty of approaching it so closely as circumstances demand. Henceforth, I fear, this plant must be consigned to your sole charge."
"And gladly will I undertake it," cried again the rich tones of the young lady, as she bent towards the magnificent plant, and opened her arms as if to embrace it. "Yes, my sister, my splendor, it shall be Beatrice's task to nurse and serve thee; and thou shalt reward her with thy kisses and perfume breath, which to her is as the breath of life!"
Labels: Apple of Discord, ass, Hawthorne
Saturday, December 1, 2007
News Corpse
Page Three girls - the naked truth
By Mary Braid
BBC News Online
Cue Orwell:
Page Three girls have been central to the success of the soaraway Sun, becoming a peculiarly British tradition in the process. But their introduction was risky, and their survival never completely assured.
Sun editor Larry Lamb made his big gamble on 17 November 1970, when his proprietor Rupert Murdoch was safely out of the country.
It was a year since Murdoch's second relaunch of a title that was already attacked by its critics for being obsessed with sex.
Up until then, the Sun's new Page Three girls had kept their clothes on. But with Murdoch away, Lamb decided to boost the Sun's sexual content further and Stephanie Rahn, a 20-year-old German, became the first of its models to take her top off.
Lamb had no idea how women readers or the newspaper's distributors would react.
Legend has it that Murdoch was incandescent with rage when he saw the first bare breasts to grace his title. But the subsequent rise in paper sales - 1.5 million to 2.1 million in a year - rather soothed him.
Pornosec - Department of Minitrue. Produces the "lowest-kind" of pornography for the proles. In the Novel, it is described as a "sub-section of the Fiction Department which turned out cheap pornography for distribution among the proles. It was nicknamed Muck House by the people who worked in it". They "produced booklets in sealed packets with titles like Spanking Stories or One Night in a Girls' School, to be bought furtively by proletarian youths who were under the impression that they were buying something illegal.
Labels: Apple of Discord, Pornosec, Rupert Murdoch
Friday, November 16, 2007
Everyone Else is Doing it.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
The Truth
The scholar maybe sure that he writes the tougher truth for the calluses on his
palms. They give firmness to the sentence. Indeed, the mind never makes a great and successful effort, without a corresponding energy of the body. We are often struck by the force and precision of style to which hard-working men, unpractised in writing, easily attain when required to make the effort. As if plainness, and vigor, and sincerity, the ornaments of style, were better learned on the farm and in the workshop, than in the schools. The sentences written by such rude hands are nervous and tough, like hardened thongs, the sinews of thedeer, or the roots of the pine. As for the graces of expression, a great thought is never found in a mean dress; but though it proceed from the lips of the Woloffs, the nine Muses and the three Graces will have conspired to clothe it in fit phrase. Its education has always been liberal, and its implied wit can endow a college. The world, which the Greeks called Beauty, has been made such by being gradually divested of every ornament which was not fitted to endure.
Henry David Thoreau - A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers
Labels: Apple of Discord
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Ah, but aint that 'Murika
Saturday, June 23, 2007
To the Prettiest One
To some the idea of posting risque pictures of women on a blog that somewhat focuses on politics, culture and religion may seem a crass bid at scoring some easy hits...and it is. That is not the only reason, however. Before I go on, let me relate here the story of The Original Snub:It seems that Zeus was preparing a wedding banquet for Peleus and Thetis and did not want to invite Eris because of Her reputation as a trouble maker.*Like everything else in Discordianism, there are as many different versions of the story as there are popes in this world. What I take away from it, what I've seen all day, everyday throughout my life is that Freud was mostly right (beyond all that incest nonsense), "desire is always defined in the negative term of lack - you always desire what you don't have or what you are not, and it is very unlikely that you will fulfill this desire. Thus his psychoanalysis treatment is meant to teach the patient to cope with his unsatisfiable desires."
This made Eris angry, and so She fashioned an apple of pure gold** and inscribed upon it KALLISTI ("To The Prettiest One") and on the day of the fete She rolled it into the banquet hall and then left to be alone and joyously partake of a hot dog.
Now, three of the invited goddesses,*** Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite, each immediately claimed it to belong to herself because of the inscription. And they started fighting, and they started throwing punch all over the place and everything.Finally Zeus calmed things down and declared that an arbitrator must be selected, which was a reasonable suggestion, and all agreed. He sent them to a shepherd of Troy, whose name was Paris because his mother had had a lot of gaul and had married a Frenchman; but each of the sneaky goddesses tried to outwit the others by going early and offering a bribe to Paris.
Athena offered him Heroic War Victories, Hera offered him Great Wealth, and Aphrodite offered him the Most Beautiful Woman on Earth. Being a healthy young Trojan lad, Paris promptly accepted Aphrodite's bribe and she got the apple and he got screwed.
As she had promised, she maneuvered earthly happenings so that Paris could have Helen (the Helen) then living with her husband Menelaus, King of Sparta. Anyway, everyone knows that the Trojan War followed when Sparta demanded their Queen back and that the Trojan War is said to be The First War among men.
And so we suffer because of the Original Snub. And so a Discordian is to partake of No Hot Dog Buns.
Do you believe that?
Nothing says politics like, coping with unsatisfiable desires... And that's the other reason I post these pictures. You've got to keep your idealism, and at the same time, deal with the reality.
Labels: Apple of Discord, Keity Inês