fm wrote-
Quote: Read your Owen and Wendt.
No thanks.
We can pretend that two chaps are getting married with catcher dressed in a white bridal outfit and the pitcher in---umm---not black--a pale pastel yellow. Say. And we can throw confetti on the happy couple. And we can get them two little babies to play with.
We can re-name the little mite in the womb the "blastocyst", in classic Goebell's style, in the name of medical science, selfishness and convenience. But only at 23.59.99 rec hrs on a certain date agreed by the experts as being nine months to the split second of the moment the egg allowed an approved wriggler to penetrate its defences.
We can even render birth control "romantic".
And that's tame by the side of representing a short interlude of a mechanical nature in a White House store-room as "sex".
Everything in the garden is luverly. It has to be.
But it makes no difference. It's fake.
Why bother with all this gloss? Let's sweep away all this superstitious nonsense. It's out of date.
The truth will out--they say.
Let's get it over with. The Matron at my school ripped the sticking plasters off fast and they used real glue in those days.
Let's go fm. Shake Baby Shake.
Serial monogamy on a daily basis sounds terrible to me at my stage but I can see how it might have had its attractions in the olde days having done a couple of wife-swapping parties in my time.
Do you know what it's like fm to flash your lights at the junction to a lady returning from dropping her daughter off at school and getting the shopping in who you had had it up the previous Friday night, and her sister, at her 7th anniversary barbecue.
Wife swapping parties were the "in" thing when I was running with the movers and shakers.
They are all into garden centres now and holidays in far away places and such things as cleaning sea-food out of the bowthrusters.
I nearly forgot that.
History has no record of a non-Christian cleaning sea-food out of the bowthrusters. It's so, so Christian.
A Pagan, an Aztec heart-throb, a Buddhist monk, a Tahitian virgin (see Gaugin) on the cusp, would have laughed at the thought of cleaning sea-food out of the bowthrusters. Goodstlye.
Methinks you AIDsers have a tendency to oversimplify things because you feel demeaned at the thought of being confused and not knowing what's going on. By oversimplifying everything you get it all within your intellectual compass and it comforts you.
I gave up on that stuff years ago.