Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Eloi

Back in May of 2012, I wrote a few words comparing modern liberals with the Eloi depicted in the 1895 novel The Time Traveler by H.G. Wells's. 1895!!!

The 1960 movie Time Traveler show some scary parallels between the Eloi the current crop of young liberals.


They’re so dumb and docile that they don’t even know they’re cattle. It would be sad if they weren’t so dangerous to the future of the species.

The premise  ...the Time Traveller tests his device with a journey that takes him to 802,701 A.D., where he meets the Eloi, a society of small, elegant, childlike adults. They live in small communities within large and futuristic yet slowly deteriorating buildings, doing no work and having a fruit diet. His efforts to communicate with them are hampered by their lack of curiosity or discipline, and he speculates that they are a peaceful communist society, the result of humanity conquering nature with technology, and subsequently evolving to adapt to an environment in which strength and intellect are no longer advantageous to survival.

One of my favorite commentators picks up the comparison here.

Friday, November 17, 2017

Love Our Lurkers Day



Here we are again. This the 10th year OBB has participated in LOL.


LOL is supposed to be about encouraging lurkers to make comments. Blogs are best when interactive. We really enjoy knowing what you are thinking. Your thoughts often give us an idea for another post.

So yes, comments are welcome, BUT, I only comment when a post is well done, original, titillating, etc. If my readers have the same behavior, then OBB is not always original, or titillating. We do try. And we feel OBB is different from most spanking blogs. Not the best, but different.

Comments are down in the last two months. While readership is up. The Saturday posts are the most popular. Go figure. Bless you, Erica. You got Saturday posts started.


It would be a gift to us for you to comment on some posts we make during the coming year.

Here is our gift you today.

Three things that once gone never come back: Time, Words, Opportunity.

Three things that will destroy a person: Anger, Pride, Unforgiveness.

Three things that you should never lose: Hope, Peace, Honesty.

Three things that are most valuable: Love, Family and Friends, Kindness.


One more small gift, I added another spanking game. If you get bored and have some free time, read it from the sidebar Spanking Game.


Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Denim

I have always enjoyed paddling a woman wearing jeans. Sure paddling panties and bare bottoms are most enjoyable, but I like jeans for a change. The crack the paddle makes on jeans is louder.


Venom in Denim


Looks Like She Found The Perfect Fit



Bacall got new jeans. We are breaking them in.

Monday, November 13, 2017

Alpha vs Beta Males

Because I like to be paddled, I find myself visiting some spanking websites that are oriented to submissive (Beta) males. Most are fine. Some them make me want to gag. Because I like to be paddled, it's easy for others to assume I am submissive.

I saw this graphic the other day and I think it explains the differences in men pretty well.

I note there are things that Alpha males exhibit that are crucial to making it as a Navy SEAL. Such as being a consistent, no excuses winner and the ability to process discomfort.

Alpha's cooperate with women. They never think of women as bitches. Alpha's are never office back-stabbers. You can take it to the bank that a guy that does that is insecure and feels he must eliminate what he sees as competition.

You can see the many contrasts for yourself. I don't care to write a book on the subject. I just bring it up to say that just because a man likes a hot bottom, it does not necessarily follow that he is submissive.

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Islam Gave Us The Civil War

It's Veterans Day in the States. The day I put on a cap I only wear once a year. We will participate in the local event and then have dinner with our daughter and her husband at a Cajun restaurant.



Last week's post on where slaves were sold found some interest. Today, I will comment on the supply side.

My view of Islam is that it was started by a guy who dreamed of being someone. He accomplished his goal by either good tactics or blind luck, but he did conquer other tribes and steal enough booty and enslave enough folks to keep his fellow thieves happy and loyal to him. He was able to recruit more into his fold with each successful conquest. If a battle went against him, he would claim that they lost because they had lost their faith in Allah.

Now if I went up on a mountain and came down telling folks what Allah had revealed to me, you would place no credence in it. Mohammed had the charisma to pull it off, but that does not make it true.

So I say that Islam is based on conquest, thievery, and slavery and it was spread throughout the Mediterranean world by more conquest, thievery, and slavery.

While slavery was not unique to Islam, it was the followers of the Islam faith that brought it to the places they conquered. Don’t believe in Allah? Then you are our slave.

So just who were the folks enslaving blacks and selling them to whites? The ones who say Allahu Akbar just before cutting off your head. The same ones who were grabbing Europeans in the 1700’s and ransoming them. The same ones that Jefferson refused to pay tribute to, then known as the Barbary Pirates.

I say it was the followers of Islam that made slavery possible in North and South America. It was the followers of Islam who raided villages all over western Africa to capture humans that were sold to the redneck English who settled the southern states. The rednecks who had little, took care of nothing and made their living off the sweat of other humans and dreamed of being the equals of titled English. It was the combination of Islam and the dregs of the English that made the Civil War.

BONUS

Just for Saturday readers. A song that will never be released, as Jimmy Page is very rigid about anyone else recording Led Zepplin music. Here's Robert Plant and Alison Kraus performing a bluesy haunting rendition of Black Dog.


Wednesday, November 8, 2017

The Way It Was

Post #1325

The Way It Was or maybe the way some thought it was.


I so get this. Our kitchen is hard, sounds escape and annoy me while I am goofing off in the next room waiting for the next feeding time. Kitchen's should be detached from the house. The workshop and the garage should be in the center of the house, right next to the playroom. 😁
So Bacall has been deceiving me all these years getting me to serve her glass after glass of wine. She needs a spanking.

I kid you not, she pulled this in early marriage.


Now our marriage is more like this. 


Monday, November 6, 2017

Bacall Takes The Mound



Bacall writes:

I got a new pair of panties in red, so this morning I decided to try them out.  I fixed my face, combed my hair and put on the panties with a red bra.  I also got out two paddles, one of which is red.  The red paddle is very old but has not softened with age.  Sometimes my brain gets me in trouble.  I even got to pick the place to get paddled knelling on the couch. Isn’t Bogey sweet!

Bacall's selections were the left and right paddles

So the session begins.  I kept saying “ow”.  Finally, I asked if he couldn’t hear me saying “ow”.  His comment, “Yes, I hear you. That’s how I know I am doing a good job”.  He’s also clever.

I guess I am a lucky girl.

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Bogey's Turn The Next Day

We are easy to amuse. With a $10 pair of panties, we got two days of entertainment.

After breakfast, I showered and put on the red panties. Great fit and comfy. They are statin finished on the back and it felt really good to rub my bottom. 

I got out my old friends, the Principal, and Teacher's paddles.

I wanted to be paddled bending over a chair in the dining room. Bacall gave me 8 with the Principal's paddle over the panties. They provided more protection than I am accustomed to. Then, I think, another 8 with the panties down. Counting was getting confusing.

Next, I was back over holding the seat of the chair with my back arched and my seat sticking out for another 20 or so with the Teacher's paddle. Neither one of us counted. I just know there were more licks than usual and they were hard ones. And so was I.

Bacall was a little disappointed that I did not feel my licks all day. 

The panties fit me much better than her so they will go into my drawer. We were hoping we could have another matching pair.