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HEDONISM (PARTY-EAT-DRINK-SCREW-TILL-YOU-DIE-ISM)

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thomas_couture-romans_of_the_decadence(painting by Thomas Couture: Romans of the decadence)

It’s hard to argue with the ages old philosophy of hedonism. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hedonism 

We are confronted on Earth with the reality that we are mortal. We inhabit a body of fragile flesh that will die. We live on a Prison Planet. We are surrounded by perpetual pain: death, taxes and with religious and scientific superstitions that ensure our perpetual stupidity.  The idea of “freedom” to which we feel entitled as a “natural right” of Caucasian Conquers of the “barbarians” of North America, Africa, the Middle East, etc., has been stolen from us by Rothschild Private Banks who own the private military / police force and politicians they control. We are the “peasants”.  We obey, we do the heavy lifting, we do the menial work, we pay taxes, we kill each other on battle fields of perpetual warfare, and we die a certain an eternal death.  As spiritual entities we have been given amnesia.  We do not remember Who We Really Are, or where we came from, or who brought us to this planet.  We are isolated and forgotten on a infinitesimally tiny speck of dust on the fringe of a remote galaxy.  We are lost….forever, and ever.  So, when faced the the brutal reality of our insignificantly abysmal existence, it seems that the only “logical” option is to “get drunk and screw and party till you die”.  (and start all over again when you are reincarnated as a “stinky baby”…..ad infinitum).

noun: hedonism

1) the pursuit of pleasure; sensual self-indulgence.
synonyms: self-indulgence, pleasure-seeking, self-gratification, lotus-eating, sybaritism;
intemperance, immoderation, extravagance, luxury, high living

2) the ethical theory that pleasure (in the sense of the satisfaction of desires) is the highest good and proper aim of human life.

REPRODUCTIVE TRIGGER

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“Every trap in the universe, including those used to capture IS-BEs who remain free, is “baited” with an aesthetic electronic wave.  The sensations caused by the aesthetic wavelength are more attractive to an IS-BE than any other sensation.  When the electronic waves of pain and beauty are combined together, this causes the IS-BE to get “stuck” in the body.

The “reproductive trigger” used for lesser life forms, such as cattle and other mammals, is triggered by chemicals emitted from the scent glands, combined with reproductive chemical-electrical impulses stimulated by testosterone, or estrogen.

These are also interactive with nutrition levels which cause the life form to reproduce more when deprived of food sources.  Starvation promotes reproductive activity as a means of perpetuating survival through future regenerations, when the current organism fails to survive.  These fundamental principles have been applied throughout all species of life.

The debilitating impact and addiction to the “sexual aesthetic-pain” electronic wave is the reason that the ruling class of The Domain do not inhabit flesh bodies.   This is also why officers of The Domain Forces only use doll bodies.  This wave has proven to be the most effective trapping device ever created in the history of the universe, as far as I know.”

— Excerpted from the top secret transcripts published in the book, Alien Interview

THINK (ING) ABOUT SEX (UAL) (IN) ACT (IVITY)

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“Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.” — George Burns

“I’m a terrible lover. I’ve actually given a woman an anti-climax.” (Scott Roeben)
“Anyone who says that gratuitous sex is no substitute for gratuitous violence obviously hasn’t had enough gratuitous sex.” (Geoff Spear)
“I love sex. It’s free and doesn’t require special shoes.” (Anonymous)
“Sexual intercourse is kicking death in the ass while singing.” (Charles Bukowski)
“Despite a lifetime of service to the cause of sexual liberation, I have never caught venereal disease, which makes me feel rather like an Arctic explorer who has never had frostbite.” (Germaine Greer)
“I think sex is better than logic, but I can’t prove it.” (Anonymous)
“For me, love is very deep, but sex only has to go a few inches.” (Stacy Nelkin)
“Housework is like bad sex. Every time I do it I swear I will never do it again. Until the next time company comes.” (Marilyn Sokol)
“During sex I fantasize that I’m someone else.” (Richard Lewis)
“There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be.” (Norman Mailer)
“The only difference between friends and lovers is about four minutes.” (Scott Roeben)
“It’s hard to be funny when you have to be clean.” (Mae West)
“There’s nothing inherently dirty about sex, but if you try real hard and use your imagination you can overcome that.” (Lewis Grizzard)
“For flavor, instant sex will never supercede the stuff you have to peel and cook.” (Quentin Crisp)
“Nothing makes you forget about love like sex.” (Staci Beasley)
“I read so many bad things about sex that I had to give up reading.” (Anonymous) sexandsingle.jpg “Sex and golf are the two things you can enjoy even if you’re not good at them.” (Kevin Costner, Tin Cup)
“I’m a great lover, I’ll bet.” (Emo Philips)
“Just saying ‘no’ prevents teenage pregnancy the way ‘Have a nice day’cures chronic depression.” (Faye Wattleton)
“I like my sex the way I play basketball, one on one with as little dribbling as possible.” (Leslie Nielsen)
“I have no luck with women. I once went on a date and asked the woman if she’d brought any protection. She pulled a switchblade on me.” (Scott Roeben)
“Science is a lot like sex. Sometimes something useful comes of it, but that’s not the reason we’re doing it.” (Richard Feynman)
“Sex is identical to comedy in that it involves timing.” (Phyllis Diller)
“One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.” (Jane Austen)
“If sex doesn’t scare the cat, you’re not doing it right.” (Anonymous)
“Sex is good, but not as good as fresh sweet corn.” (Garrison Keillor)
“I’ve tried several varieties of sex. The conventional position makes me claustrophobic and the others give me a stiff neck or lockjaw.” (Tallulah Bankhead)

via Miss Cellania

WITHHOLD A PIECE FOR PEACE, LADIES

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A synopsis of the play “LYSISTRATA” by the Greek poet and play writer, Aristophanes ( 411 B.C.E.)

The Peloponnesian War has been dragging on for eighteen long years, and the beautiful Lysistrata, in common with the other wives of Athens, is heartily tired of the intermittent absence of their warrior husbands. She decides that it is time to bring an end to this situation. The only solution, she concludes, is a boycott to deprive the husbands of their wives’ love.

Lysistrata sets out to enlist the other women in the plan, but finds them somewhat reluctant. One thinks that to so punish their husbands would be punishing themselves; others offer similar excuses. Lysistrata tells them that they are cowards and that the poets’ jibes about women’s frailty are well deserved.

But she perseveres in her determination, and convinces the women at last that peace surely will come if they all dress, powder and perfume themselves irresistibly, then withhold their favors from their men unless they promise to take steps to end the war forthwith. The wives agree to try the scheme, and, for a start, seize the public funds. The old men of Athens try to burn them out of the treasury, but the embattled women retaliate with pitchers of water upon their heads. The President of the Senate arrives at this juncture, ordering the arrest of “that traitress,” Lysistrata.

The women win the scuffle that follows, the President admitting defeat; but he asks an explanation for the feminine onslaught upon the treasury. Lysistrata blandly explains their purpose: to save the public money so that the men won’t fight any wars over it. The President protests the absurdity of their fancy that the war is being fought over mere money. Lysistrata assures him that of course it is; that every war is for the sake of money–else why are politicians always manufacturing wars? Merely as an occasion to steal, she says.

Then Lysistrata announces that, from now on, things are going to be different: the men won’t be able to get any money for fighting because the women are going to take over the treasury. And why not? They manage the household finances. But household finances, the President tolerantly explains, are quite different; the public money is necessary for the fighting. To this Lysistrata readily agrees, but adds that the fighting itself is hardly necessary.

The listening women, weary of the argument by this time, seize the President, unclothe him and dress him as a woman. They tell him that they are going to take the state into their own hands, rescue it from the muddling of men, unravel the knots of war just as they straighten out a skein of wool, and unite all nations into a single thread of peace and good will.

But the President persists: war, after all, is the business of men, he says. Nothing of the kind, Lysistrata replies, it is the business of women–for who suffers most in the loss on the battlefields of sons and husbands? To end the debate, the women again seize the official and garb him as a corpse. He retreats in terror.

After a time, the wives of the enemy city of Sparta join in the boycott. The plan is a success: the husbands of both cities surrender to their wives, and, to recapture their love, agree to end the war. Here a male chorus observes that it was a wise philosopher who called women the paradoxical sex: you cannot live with them and you cannot live without them. A female chorus replies that, say what you will and do what you will, the women always have the last word, for theirs is the unanswerable argument. Together the choruses agree that there has been enough of idle quarrels: they urge that the discord cease.

Lysistrata is chosen as intermediary between the Athenian and Spartan envoys for formal termination of the conflict, and she lectures them soundly at the start of their conference. She is a woman, she says, but hopes that she is not without some sense; she reminds them that they are all of the same blood, the same gods and the same language. Why, then, do they kill each other? Why should they not come to terms? She agrees that it may be necessary for animals to fight, but certainly not for men–particularly for Greek men–to fight among themselves while barbarians are looking on.

A Spartan delegate announces that his side is ready to make peace if it gets what it wants, and an Athenian observes that what both the Spartans and Athenians want is to get their wives back again. Lysistrata sees some feasibility in this, but orders that first the former enemies must go off to a feast to repair their friendship. After that, she says, each warrior may take his woman home.

The warriors try Lysistrata’s program, and at length return as bosom friends. This accomplished, she bids them each take his woman, and all join in a dance of peace as the chorus pleads:A Spartan seconds this idea, proposing further, that they all get drunk–a suggestion not unpleasant to one Athenian who notes that people are surliest when most sober. If there were more drinking bouts among diplomats, he thinks, there would be no war; they would drown their quarrels in wine, have some singing together, and decide that, after all, an enemy could still be a good fellow.

“O let us prayTo the gods today
While in peace we eatOur bread and our meat.
That every fieldMay its harvest yield,
O Venus, arrayed in love, restore
The hopes and joys we have lost in the war…
Let the sword be forgotten for evermore.”

PREPARE TO DIE, MOTHERF***KERS!

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What kind of sick perverts approve “slaughter for fun” as games for children, and prohibit them from seeing the pleasure of a child being conceived?
A government run by psychopathic killers!  If you are supporting the psychopathic perverts (lawmakers) that authorized the sale of video games that feature warfare and slaughter, you will killed by the same morons that love to kill for a living: war profiteers and soldiers.  Prepare to die a violent death motherf***kers!