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The Debauchery Of American Womanhood
By Henry Makow, Ph.D.
On my wall, I have a picture of a Muslim woman shrouded in a burka. Beside it is a picture of an American beauty contestant, wearing nothing but a bikini.
One woman is totally hidden from the public; the other is totally exposed. These two extremes say a great deal about the clash of so-called "civilizations."
The role of woman is at the heart of any culture. Apart from stealing Arab oil, the impending war in the Middle East is about stripping Arabs of their religion and culture, exchanging the burka for a bikini.
I am not an expert on the condition of Muslim women and I love feminine beauty too much to advocate the burka here. But I am defending some of the values that the burka represents for me.
For me, the burka represents a woman's consecration to her husband and family. Only they see her. It affirms the privacy, exclusivity and importance of the domestic sphere.
The Muslim woman's focus is her home, the "nest" where her children are born and reared. She is the "home" maker, the taproot that sustains the spiritual life of the family, nurturing and training her children, providing refuge and support to her husband.
In contrast, the bikinied American beauty queen struts practically naked in front of millions on TV. A feminist, she belongs to herself. In practice, paradoxically, she is public property. She belongs to no one and everyone. She shops her body to the highest bidder. She is auctioning herself all of the time.
In America, the cultural measure of a woman's value is her sex appeal. (As this asset depreciates quickly, she is neurotically obsessed with appearance and plagued by weight problems.)
As an adolescent, her role model is Britney Spears, a singer whose act approximates a strip tease. From Britney, she learns that she will be loved only if she gives sex. Thus, she learns to "hook up" rather than to demand patient courtship and true love. As a result, dozens of males know her before her husband does. She loses her innocence, which is a part of her charm. She becomes hardened and calculating. Unable to love, she is unfit to receive her husband's seed.
The feminine personality is founded on the emotional relationship between mother and baby. It is based on nurturing and self-sacrifice. Masculine nature is founded on the relationship between hunter and prey. It is based on aggression and reason.
Feminism teaches woman that feminine nature has resulted in "oppression" and that she should convert to male behavior instead. The result: a confused and aggressive woman with a large chip on her shoulder, unfit to become a wife or mother.
This, of course, is the goal of the social engineers at the NWO: undermine sexual identity and destroy the family, create social and personal dysfunction, and reduce population. In the "brave new world," women are not supposed to be "nest" makers, or progenitors of the race. They are meant to be neutered autonomous creatures that indulge in sex for physical pleasure, not for love or procreation.
At his press conference on Sunday, Donald Rumsfeld said that Iranian women and youth were restive under the rule of the Mullahs. He implied that the US would soon liberate them. To Britney Spears? To low-rise "see-my-thong" pants? To the mutual masturbation that passes for sexuality in America?
Parenthood is the pinnacle of human development. It is the stage when we finally graduate from self-indulgence and become God's surrogates: creating and nurturing new life. The New World Order does not want us to reach this level of maturity. Pornography is the substitute for marriage. We are to remain stunted: single, sex-starved and self-obsessed.
We are not meant to have a permanent "private" life. We are to remain lonely and isolated, dependent on consumer products for our identity, in a state of perpetual courtship.
This is especially destructive for woman. Her sexual attraction is a function of her fertility. As fertility declines, so does her sex appeal. If a woman devotes her prime years to becoming "independent," she is not likely to find a permanent mate. Her long-term personal fulfillment and happiness lies in making marriage and family her first priority.
Feminism is another cruel New World Order hoax that has debauched American women and despoiled Western civilization. It has ruined millions of lives and represents a lethal threat to Islam.
I am not advocating the burka but rather some of the values that it represents, specifically a woman's consecration to her future husband and family, and the modesty and dignity this entails.
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The above is an article I recieved by email from a friend and the views expressed herein are entirely that of the author. The write-up is posted for interesting reading. Comments are welcomed from readers.
Sit back relax and let me run the show. I guarantee it’ll be a show you are not likely to forget, a show you are not going to want to miss.
Imagine that you are in your room, playing on your computer, hell even chatting up a storm… and then I appear… are you awake or sleeping? You are not quite sure… however, you are frozen in place… unable to move, unless I tell you to. Your hands on the keyboard, powerless to move until I issue instructions otherwise
I look at you through the darkness of the room, the computer light illuminating your face and upper body. Oh, I do so enjoy looking at that face. Such strong features, those luscious lips just begging to be kissed, those cheek bones and light eyes… I tremble with pleasure just looking at your face… but there’s more, that hair, so silky and soft, my hands itch to run my fingers through it.
You look at me… I’m wearing that red nightgown, the one that makes me feel beautiful and sexy, and the one I keep for special occasions. It’s long and silky, hugging my body, showing my curves, skimming over my thighs and swirling around my legs. Do you remember when I last wore it? You hear me asking you, but my lips don’t move, you hear my voice in your head, soft husky and sexy, just for you. I send you a little kiss, red lips just for you. You imagine me kissing you, softly, gently…
I move back and give a little laugh again, allowing you to admire my body. My body that you have imagined so many times before… I let you look at it through my gown. You can see through the red lace around my breasts, my nipples are hard. Do you remember how you imagined they felt against your gorgeous chest, the lace, and the nipples brushing up against you? I remember, I remember.
You start breathing heavily and your cock is rock hard too, pressing against your left thigh. Oh how I’d love to have that in my mouth. But, it’ll all have to wait. I’m here to tease you… drive you mad, make you delirious with desire.
I move to the side of your chair, so you can see me in the moonlight. I slowly push one thin strap off my shoulder, and then the other, until the bodice has fallen down to my waist and my breasts are bare. You can see the fullness of them, the nipples hard and the area around it puckered. They are firm and the tips point upwards, like milk chocolate with dark ends and as I move closer they sway gently.
Would you like to touch them, lick them, taste them? I laughingly ask as you try to reach for me, but you can’t move, just watch helplessly and I move the gown further down my body, past my waist, past my hips, then down my thighs to fall on the floor. I hear a sharp intake of breath as you stare at my pussy. So bare, waxed and smooth… you can see my outer lips clearly defined and just a hint of my inner ones.
“Do like what you’re seeing, sugar?” I ask, knowing full well you can’t take your eyes off my body.
Now that I have your full attention, I ask you to lay back and enjoy the ride… you are not allowed to touch me… just tell me what you'd like and like me to do… but that doesn’t mean I’ll listen…
“What is that, baby?” I ask. “Would like me to sit down on the desk, right next to your computer?”
I sit down on the desk, right where you’ve instructed me… so close to you, I know you can breathe in my perfume… you know exactly which one I use, and just how I smell. You close your eyes and breathe me in. The air is mixed with the sent of my perfume and my arousal, which you recognize at once. You’ve imagined it many times before, but now you can smell how turned on I am. There is a strong musky smell, intense and overpowering the flowery odour of my scent.
“You want to taste me, don’t you?” I ask teasingly.
My eyes drop to your lap and I see your cock straining against your pajama bottoms.
“You can touch yourself now,” I command you.
As I get comfortable on the table, I see you move your hand down to stroke your hard cock. This excites me even more, to know that you are as affected by me as I am by you. I open my legs and rest my feet on either side on the arms of your chair, so that my pussy is directly in front of your face. My pussy lips part slightly, you see my outer lips glisten with moisture, you can almost taste the stickiness and again I hear your breathing get heavier.
Reaching behind me I bring my favourite vibrator into view. You know the one… the blue vibe that has been a substitute for your cock countless numerous times. The shaft is thick and long, as I move my fingers over it, you imagine my hands on your cock, stroking it slowly. However, it’s the rabbit’s ears that hold the greatest pleasure. The clit tickler as its called, has four settings, the fourth being my favourite.
“You’d like to watch, would you?” I inquire. “You want to see how I pleasure myself as you talk to me.”
Placing my vibrator beside me, I move my hands to my hair, my breasts lifting with movement of my hands. Reaching into my hair I pull out the jewelled clip holding it up. You watch as my hair cascades down, past my shoulders and over my tits. Once again I reach up and ruffle my hair, messing it up…
Sliding my hands down my neck and around my tits. Cupping them and feeling their weight, brush my thumbs over my nipples, once, twice, thrice, just like you would. Placing my fingers into my mouth, you watch as my red lips open and I suck my fingers and thumbs. Then place them back over my breasts, my forefinger and thumb squeezing my nipples and rolling them between my fingers. My breathing getting heavier and my head dropping back.
You are getting more and more excited too, and your cock is standing to attention. You can’t help yourself but start to stroke very slowly. Watching intently as the areola puckers up and crinkles. You’d like nothing better to move closer and suck my nipples, but you know you can’t do that. So you just watch me pinch and pull my nipples away from my body. My eyes closed and biting my bottom lip, making soft whimpering noises.
I push my tits together and as I bring my nipples together, I open my eyes and look into yours.
“Would you like to see me lick them?” I ask in a low sexy voice. “Do you want me to take my nipples into my mouth and suck on them?”
Your hands start to move faster along your shaft as you see me bring my nipples closer to my mouth. My red lips part and my pink tongue snakes out to roll over and lick my hard nipples. You groan with pleasure as I place my right nipple into my mouth and begin to suck. My eyes never once leaving your face as I move to my left nipple and tease it with my tongue. Pulling the hard bud with my teeth. I watch as your chest seems to have a life of it’s own and your breathing is ragged.
Releasing the hard little button, I motion for you to come closer and offer my nipples to you. You hungrily move your mouth over on the left one, suck greedily while with your other hand you keep stroking your cock. Leaning back on my palms on the table, I arch my back, pushing my tits forward and allowing myself to enjoy the sensations your mouth is creating on my body. Almost gasping out loud as you release your cock and grab both my breasts, push the nipples together and chew on them gently.
I am enjoying the feeling so much, it’s only when I feel your hard dick nudging my pussy lips do I regain some of my senses. My eyes flash open to see you standing before me. Shaking my head, as if to clear it I laughingly, push you away from me. You start to protest, but I remind you of your promise (or the rules) and you grudgingly sit back down, cock in hand. Your eyes have darkened and I know that you can stand only so much teasing and need for this show to continue.
Taking a deep breath, I use my legs to drag your chair closer, so that you are closer to my body. I hear you lower your chair so that you are almost eye level with my cunt. You know where I am headed. Scooting closer to the edge of the table, so that my ass is off the table, I take my favourite blue vibrator in hand. You watch carefully as I turn on the delicate rabbit ears on to the second setting and place it over my pussy lips.
Your mouth waters as you see my dark outer lips part and glisten. As the vibrating ears move over my pussy, I can feel that familiar warmth course through my body. I feel my lips parts and the ears reach my clit. Almost involuntarily my body jumps slightly as the buzzing get more intense and I feel hot all over. You watch my face as my eyes close and my mind concentrates on the pleasure I am feeling. I press the clit tickler harder on my clit and a moan escapes my lips, followed by another one, and a louder one.
As I feel my orgasm closer, I stop and turn on the shaft of the vibrator, only then noticing that your hand is now moving very rapidly over your cock and you too are near the edge. Lying back on the table, I move my heels on to the edge of the table and drop my knees down.
“OH my God, baby!” you whisper hoarsely as my cunt is bared in front of your eyes.
I use the tips of my fingers to splay my pussy open, to show you just how aroused I am. My outer lips which were a dark chocolate shade pushed back to reveal the soft deep red tissue inside. So different from what you are used to seeing, you stare enthralled and fascinated but the deep colours. I spread open the top of my pussy and you see my clit pop out, but not the dark red colour you were expecting. No! My clit is a lighter pink.
“Please, baby…” I hear you beg, “I just need a little taste.”
In my aroused state, I nod “But, no hands!” I clarify as you dive between my legs and latch on to my clitoris. My fingers move lower and pull open my inner lip. You feel a copious amount of pussy juice trickle out of me… you sniff the powerful sweet smell of my juice and your tongue plunges into my ruby red fuck hole. I scream out in pleasure and you tongue fuck my cunt while wanking your cock hard. You continue your stabbing until you feel my cunt muscles contract around tongue and you know I am going to cum.
You feel my body stiffen for a second and a gush of cum floods your mouth, and my body thrashes and bucks at your mouth. Quickly moving up and sucking on my clit, you don’t let me come down from my high. You take my clit between your lips and use your tongue to flick at the throbbing button. My fingers plunge into my cunt as it spasms and I feel another orgasm approaching. My hips rising as I started to feel the heat and tingles start. Right from the tip of my head... my breasts... my tummy, my legs and my pussy... you keep sucking away until a scream rips from my throat calling out your name as I clench around my fingers and come hard again.
Gasping for air, I dig my fingers into your hair, wrench your head back and stare into your eyes. You don’t stop stroking your shaft and your eyes tell me that you are approaching your climax. My show is not over, so I push you back on your chair.
My hand shakes as I grab the vibrator off the table and ram it into my incredibly wet and juicy pussy. You groan and jerk yourself hard as you watch my fleshy folds open and swallow the vibrator into its ruby red depths. Your hand movements and speed match mine… now I am fascinated too, watching you grip your hard cock and the way the soft skin rolls back and forth. I can almost feel your dick twitch and your balls tighten.
“Are you almost there?” I ask, my voice husky and raw.
“Baby, I am going to cum.” Your ragged reply tips me over the edge and I scream out your name once more and watch your hot white cum shoot out and land on my dark thighs. Our bodies strain and quiver as we reach the pinnacle of our pleasure and continue shaking as we both fall back exhausted after our exertions. Looking across at each other, smiling contentedly, you close your eyes…
Sighing, you reach out for me, but your arms meet with thin air… Opening your eyes you look around disorientated, trying to focus on the table. You see only the light of the computer and my face smiling back at you. Was I really there? You shake your head, as if trying to clear it… You lick your lips and swear you can taste my cum, you sniff the air and can smell my perfume…
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I knew they'd look spectacular. My life is complete, Jebus you may take me.
A 101-year-old British woman has posed topless for a charity calendar to promote a children's football team.
Nora Hardwick, who will be 102 next week, decided to pose behind the bar of her local pub in Ancaster, Lincolnshire dressed only in a pink scarf. Come on Nora, take off the scarf, it's for charity.
Perhaps we could do a nude mindsay calendar for charity? You go first.
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