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.

Saturday, November 4, 2017

Just One Graphic Today

I always thought most slaves were sold in the US. Not so. Most went to Brazil and Carribean islands. Only a fraction were brought to the US.

Just sharing the information. Not sure what to make of it. Do you have any insights?





OK, I lied. Here's another graphic. I have had this view for a long while. Just goes to show how demented I am.



Here's hoping the excellent Pearls Before Swine strip will not sue me for using it.

Wednesday, November 1, 2017

Sharing Underware

Longtime readers [not sure there are many] know that I like to wear panties for a paddling. They also know that Bacall likes to be paddled in panties and has three drawers of panties to choose from. Not sure what style of men's underwear is preferred in the article below. Men's briefs are thick cotton which sure does lessen the sting of a paddle. So I would not want Bacall in them.
From the Daily Mail:
Nearly half of young women like to borrow their partner’s pants as they find them more comfortable than their own.
Research reveals that among 2,000 people aged 18 to 24, 42 percent of women had worn men’s pants more than once in the past year. 
The study found that only 17 percent of men in the same age group had borrowed their partner’s underwear. 

Of course, this survey was done in over there and we all know how odd the Brits are. [grin]



Speaking of underwear, edible underwear has been around for a long time. Bacall found organic underwear on the web the other day. Turns out it's just a name for all cotton material. We wondered when there will gluten-free panties. How about free range panties? We enjoy four-wheeling, wonder if there will be off-road panties?

Monday, October 30, 2017

Potpourri

A mixture of images with absolutely no relationships between the several images. They amuse me. Maybe you will like one?




We have no interests in slippers, flip-flops or rubber souls.
Bacall has a fascination with belts.





 See-through blouses have always been a turn on for me.


Some guys may not get beyond this image


Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

For The Man Who Has Everything

Just cute majorettes from Alabama 




Saturday, October 28, 2017

It's Saturday - Is Losing Wars Our Strategy


We lost in Korea. Blood and treasure were spent, a cease-fire was signed and troops have been stationed there for almost 60 years. We fought to a stalemate of our choosing for fear of involving the Russians and Chinese more. That should have been considered before and if we were not willing to risk all the chips stayed home. Now we have the real threat of a nuclear war.

We lost in Vietnam. You could argue that it was not ours to win. You could argue we had no real interests there. You could argue it was ineptly managed. We feared the response of both the Russians and Chinese if we pulled out all the stops. It was 20 years of war. It took decades for our military to recover. 

Now the Islamists are winning. They have been at war with all non-Muslims since the beginning. We have been shooting them since 2001. There has been no forward progress. They maintain a moderate threat level and we expend billions to counter it and take off our shoes in airports. Our military capability has almost been destroyed from attrition. They are winning. Or maybe not. This article from The New Yorker tells a story about the shrinking ISIS due to losses, no food, and no pay.

The only way to win a war is to keeping killing until they no longer have the will to keep fighting. Alexander knew this. Sherman knew it in the Civil War. It was not done in WWI and WWII followed.
We forgot this lesson in Korea, Vietnam and now in our half-hearted war with Islamists.

There are no half measures to win.

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As I typed this I thought where have I heard half measures used recently. So I Googled and it was Mike in Breaking Bad. He tells this story to Walter. It applies to war also.

I used to be a beat cop a long time ago.

And I'd get called out on domestic disputes all the time, hundreds probably over the years.

But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit, that I will never forget. Gordy, he looked like Bo Svenson, you remember him? Walking Tall? You don't remember? Anyway, big boy. 270, 280. But his wife, whatever she was, his lady...was real small. Like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I got called out there every weekend, and one of us would pull her aside and say "come on, tonight’s the night we press charges." And this wasn’t one of those deep-down he-loves-me set-ups — we get a lot of those — but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn’t going to cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her off to the EMT’s, put him in a car and drive him downtown, throw him in the drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning out he goes back home.

But one night, my partner’s out sick, and it’s just me. And the call comes in and it’s the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night, we’re driving into town, and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy." And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down, and I put my revolver in his mouth, and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he’s crying, going to the bathroom all over himself, swearing to God he’s going to leave her alone. Screaming … as much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. Cause I needed to think about what I was going to do here. And of course, he got quiet. Goes still. And real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. And we just stood there for a while, me acting like I’m thinking things over, and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth, and I say, "So help me if you touch her again I will such-and-such and such-and-such and blah blah blah blah blah".

Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. The moral of the story is: I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I’ll never make that mistake again.

No more half measures, Walter

It was a half measure to stop short of Bagdad in the Gulf War. After several more half measures, Iraq is still not stable. If our objective was regime change, we should have done that and got out the next day. If we had some insane idea we could establish democracy there, we should have not stopped until we got it. But, no half measures. It is a waste of Blood and Treasure.

Trump He proceeds each day with the confidence of one who thinks his foundation firm when it’s not—it’s shaky. His job is to build support, win people over through persuasion, and score some legislative victories that will encourage a public sense that he is competent, even talented.

Trump is like a doctor with poor bedside manner. He tells you the truth, what you need to hear, but in a shocking way. That’s Trump. The same guy that was on The Apprentice.

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Obama created Trump by polarizing the country, ignoring the red states in-between the coasts, institutionalizing executive orders, commenting on ongoing criminal cases, allowing his administration to be plagued by scandals (IRS, GSA, VA, etc.), not investigating the Russian collusions of the Clinton Foundation, and bringing popular culture, like profane rappers and GloZell into the presidential orbit.

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Just once more before I die I would like a President to say, I would like the Congress to consider doing blah-blah-blah and here's why.

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I read that the current Playmate is a tranny and trigger warnings are given to students reading Shakespeare. Civilization has ended.

Monday, October 23, 2017

Bacall Tells All

Just because Ronnie Asked

Marriages – One 

Proposals – Two
 
Divorces – Zero
 
Surgeries – Yes - 14
 
Tattoos – Never

Piercings – One on each ear

Education – College

Military  – No

Have You Ever:

Shot a gun – Yes, I have my own gun

Quit a job – One

Been on TV – Once

Fallen in love – Once for real

Driven cross country – Over a dozen times

Hit a deer – Nope

Watched a birth – Almost 

Ridden in an ambulance – Yes

Sung karaoke – No, never

Ice skated – No

Been surfing – No

Seen the ocean – The Atlantic and Pacific many times. Sailed on both.

Ridden a horse - No

Almost died – No

Been punched – No

Punched back – No

Interests – Travel and spanking. We combine them.

Are you:

In love now – Absolutely! 

Daily Routine – Up around 6:00, surf for an hour, fix breakfast, a few chores, fix lunch,  sit  in my Lazy Boy surfing again, cook dinner and then watch Netflix, normally asleep by 10:00.


Bogey: My first look at Bacall was her standing with her hands on her hips. I remarked to my friend that I was going to give her the business. I always liked the feisty ones. A challenge. All these years later, she has not changed much. Always quick with a sassy remark, some are sometimes designed to get her spanked. She will continue with smart remarks while getting spanked.

A game I play with her starts with me saying "My next wife..." Last night I wondered aloud what we would have for dinner. She said nothing. I said "My next wife will..." paused for a nano-second and she completed the sentence. "Make reservations".

She is always a step ahead.

Saturday, October 21, 2017

It's Saturday

Warning - A No Wuss Zone



Who needs SNL?
We watched SNL in its first years. Then it was no longer fun for us. Did we change? Did it change? Now it seems that people rely on late night TV to arbitrate things like Weinstein. Some wag wrote:
Saturday Night Live finally got around to addressing the Harvey Weinstein scandal a week after it broke and seemed to atone by spending ample time on it.
I could care less about Weinstein, that sort of stuff has been going on since Hollywood got started. I regret he did not try it with Bacall. Snicker
It's sad to me, that anyone expects or needs SNL to comment on it.



Speech codes are written by the oppressor to shut up the oppressed.  Progressives are making a huge mistake in opposing free speech - speech they do not want to hear. When you don't have a counter-argument, I suppose putting your hands over your ears and screaming is your only choice of rebuttal.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Meme

Marriages – One 

Proposals – One
 
Divorces – Zero
 
Surgeries – Had some moles removed
 
Tattoos – Never

Piercings – None

Education – M.Econ

Military  – USN

Have You Ever:

Shot a gun – From early childhood to last week

Quit a job – Several

Been on TV – Several times. I am a ham. Also hosted radio shows.

Fallen in love – Many times in lust. Once in love.

Driven cross country – Over a dozen times

Hit a deer – Nope

Watched a birth – No

Ridden in an ambulance – No, unlike on TV, few are allowed to ride in the bus.

Sung karaoke – No, never

Ice skated – No, can't roller skate either

Been surfing – Tried it

Seen the ocean – The Atlantic and Pacific many times. Sailed on both.

Ridden a horse - Yes. They hate me.

Almost died – Bacall thought I was goner a few years back.

Been punched – Yes

Punched back – Yes

Interests – Travel and spanking. We combine them.

Are you:

In love now – Absolutely! 

Daily Routine – Up at 5:30, surf for an hour, breakfast, a few chores, lunch, play bridge, by 5 I am in my Lazy Boy surfing, watching Netflix, normally asleep by 9:30. 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Callipygous Bottoms


It's been over a year since I did a post of women with callipygous bottoms.

Callipygian. adj. "of, pertaining to, or having beautiful buttocks," 1800, Latinized from Greek kallipygos, name of a statue of Aphrodite at Syracuse, from kalli-, combining form of kallos "beauty" + pyge "rump, buttocks."

And dear readers you will only see these pictures here.








Saturday, October 14, 2017

On This Saturday


Warning

If you lean left, move on, this is not for you. I know I can not change your mind and I have no desire to piss you off.








 PS This is not an AK47, but you knew that