Foolishness since 2007

Foolishness since 2007
Foolishness since 2007

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.

                                          *  *  *

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.

                                          *  *  *

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










Friday, October 13, 2017

Desire

With all the reports of celebrity body parts being grabbed, I thought I would post that sometimes, some women want to be grabbed.


From the bottom of my heart, please know,
that I'd appreciate being slammed against a wall with your hand down my pants and your breath against my neck saying that I am yours and only yours.




How about a little humor.





Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Bacall's Songs

Regular readers know that Bacall and I are both Alpha types. We can't spell submissive. Want to know where Bacall's mind is on leadership in a relationship? If it's possible, to sum up her outlook in a song, then these two might do it. She will not tolerate being told what to do. No one owns her.

Nor will she tolerate a wimpy guy.

She wants a gentleman. Not a man to boss her around, but one who will spank her when she wants it. And she always lets me know when she wants it.

You Don't Own Me

You don't own me
I'm not just one of your many toys
You don't own me
Don't say I can't go with other boys
And don't tell me what to do
Don't tell me what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don't put me on display 'cause
You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way
You don't own me
Don't tie me down 'cause I'd never stay
I don't tell you what to say
I don't tell you what to do
So just let me be myself
That's all I ask of you
I'm young and I love to be young
I'm free and I love to be free
To live my life the way I want
To say and do whatever I please
And don't tell me what to do
Oh,
Johnny Get Angry
Johnny, I said we were through
Just to see what you would do
You stood there and hung your head
Made me wish that I were dead
Oh, Johnny get angry, Johnny get mad
Give me the biggest lecture I ever had
I want a brave man, I want a cave man
Johnny, show me that you care, really care for me
Every time you danced with me
You let Freddy cut in constantly
When he'd ask, you'd never speak
Must you always be so meek?
Every girl wants someone who
She can always look up to
You know I love you, of course
Let me know that you're the boss
Johnny, get angry, Johnny
Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny


Monday, October 9, 2017

Oral Sex And Pegging

I read that oral sex and pegging are the latest in sex. It seems Blow Jobs are old school and Cunnilingus is all the rage. Ditto for pegging, which is a relatively new word.

This young lady seems to know what she wants and is not shy about asking for it.


Ronnie posted on this last week. In case you have never seen it, this is a sketch from SNL on Col Engus.


I have never been attracted to pegging, but I do like to see women sport an appendage. They seem to have a lot of fun wearing one. And it's a lot more fun to see their bottoms in action pumping away.

Women always know how to put an outfit together




Is she going Trick or Treating?







Saturday, October 7, 2017

The Bigger Threat

By Alan M. Dershowitz

The extreme right—neo-Nazis, the Ku Klux Klan and other assorted racists and anti-Semites—and the extreme left—anti-American and anti-Israel zealots, intolerant censors, violent anarchists such as Antifa, and other assorted radicals—both pose a danger in the U.S. and abroad.

Which group poses a greater threat? The question resists a quantitative answer, because much may depend on time and place. It may also be in the eye of the beholder: For many on the center left, the greater danger is posed by the hard right, and vice versa. Yet the most important reason for this lack of a definitive quantitative answer is that they pose qualitatively different dangers.

History has set limits on how far to the extremes of the hard right reasonable right-wingers are prepared to go. Following the horrors of the Holocaust and Southern lynchings, no one claiming the mantle of conservative is willing to be associated with Nazi anti-Semitism or the KKK. Neo-Nazi and Klan speakers are not invited to university campuses.

The hard left lacks comparable limits. Despite what Stalin, Mao, the Castros, Pol Pot, Hugo Chavez and North Korea’s Kims have done in the name of communism, there are still those on the left—including some university professors and students—who do not shrink from declaring themselves communists, or even Stalinists or Maoists. Their numbers are not high, but the mere fact that it is acceptable on campuses, even if not praiseworthy, to be identified with hard-left mass murderers, but not hard-right mass murderers, is telling.

The ultimate goals of the hard right are different, and far less commendable, than those of the hard left. The hard-right utopia might be a fascist society modeled on the Italy or Germany of the 1930s, or the segregationist post-Reconstruction American South.

The hard-left utopia would be a socialist or communist state-regulated economy aiming for economic and racial equality. The means for achieving these important goals might be similar to those of the hard right. Hitler, Stalin and Mao all killed millions of innocent people in an effort to achieve their goals.

For the vast majority of reasonable people, including centrist conservatives, the hard-right utopia would be a dystopia to be avoided at all costs. The hard-left utopia would be somewhat more acceptable to many on the center left, so long as it was achieved nonviolently.

The danger posed by the extreme left is directly related to its more benign goals, which seduce some people, including university students and faculty. Believing that noble ends justify ignoble means, they are willing to accept the antidemocratic, intolerant and sometimes violent censorship policies and actions of Antifa and its radical cohorts.

Recall that the foreign policy of Barack Obama, Ben Rhodes, Susan Rice, and Hillary Clinton could be best termed “provocative appeasement,” and it logically led to the present tensions around the world.

The result by January 2017 was that our foreign policy could be summarized as the United States was seen by neutrals, rivals, and opponents as no worse friend, and no better enemy.

For that reason, the most extreme left zealots are welcomed today on many campuses to express their radical views. That is not true of the most extreme neo-Nazi or KKK zealots, such as David Duke and Richard Spencer. Former White House aide Steve Bannon recently told “60 Minutes” that “the neo-Nazis and neo-Confederates and the Klan, who by the way are absolutely awful—there’s no room in American politics for that.” In contrast, prominent American leftists, such as Noam Chomsky and even Bernie Sanders, supported the candidacy of British hard-left extremist Jeremy Corbyn, despite his flirtation with anti-Semitism.

The hard right is dangerous largely for what it has done in the past. For those who believe that past is prologue, the danger persists. It also persists for those who look to Europe for hints of what may be in store for us: Neofascism is on the rise in Hungary, Slovakia, Austria, Greece, Lithuania and even France. Some of this rise may be attributable to regional issues, such as the mass migration of Muslims from Syria and other parts of the Middle East. But some may also be a function of growing nationalism and nostalgia for the “glory” days of Europe—or, as evidenced in our last election, of America.

The danger posed by the extreme hard left is more about the future. Leaders of tomorrow are being educated today on campus. The tolerance for censorship and even violence to suppress dissenting voices may be a foretaste of things to come. The growing influence of “intersectionality”—which creates alliances among “oppressed” groups—has led to a strange acceptance by much of the extreme left of the far-from-progressive goals and violent means of radical Islamic terrorist groups that are sexist, homophobic, anti-Semitic and anti-Western. This combination of hard-left secular views and extreme Islamic theological views is toxic.

We must recognize the different dangers posed by different extremist groups that preach and practice violence, if we are to combat them effectively in the marketplace of ideas, and perhaps more importantly, on the campuses and streets.


Mr. Dershowitz is a professor emeritus at Harvard Law School and author of “Trumped up! How Criminalizing Politics is Dangerous to Democracy”




Hillary Clinton has blamed just about everyone and everything for her embarrassing loss last November: The Russians, the FBI director, the DNC, former President Barack Obama.

Wait, there's more. She blames "Anti-American forces," low-information voters, high-information voters, stupid Republicans, stupid Democrats, Bernie Sanders, incompetent pollsters, misogynists, suburban women, rural women, The New York Times, Fox News, fake news.

In the end, Hillary blamed "low-information voters" who were persuaded by the deluge of fake news on Facebook, saying, "Some people were sucked in. Some people stayed home. Some people voted Trump."

So, the two-time loser is saying that if only stupid people had voted for her, she'd have her feet up on the Resolute Desk in the Oval Office.

Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Jim's Saturday Night Adventure

Bogey,

Thought you might be interested in Saturday night’s activities.

As has happened most weekends this summer, we went to our second/future retirement home on the Bay to work on our new master bathroom. The project is coming along and we have finally started tiling – the tile work is extensive and complex.  We have built a largish irregular shaped shower enclosure…..yes, it is large enough for two and still have some space left to move.

There is a Coffee House in the nearby small town which books live folk music acts and Saturday night was the kick-off for this year’s series – one act per month until May.  We decided to go as soon as we heard they were open again. So Saturday night was booked until about 9:30 or so.

W used the day to catch up with friends over the phone, pay some bills and generally relax.  As I tiled away in the shower during the day, I got progressively hornier (interesting that Word suggests “hornier” in place of “more horny”!) and I decided to try something a bit different.

I texted the following to W:

HELP WANTED: Experienced lady to paddle horny gentleman’s bare fanny tonight, must be willing to work nude, other activities to follow. Text “YES” to apply, interview in the shower following the concert.

I got a “YES” reply fairly quickly and that served to make me even hornier – anticipation is always good.

Light dinner, concert and the drive home had no mention of coming events.  

I went upstairs to the guest bathroom and under dimmed lighting showered and shaved.  W joined me in the shower and she assured me she was experienced for the job.  I quizzed her as to her paddling technique and she informed me as a “new hire” a demonstration of her expertise would be much more appropriate, and with a smack to my wet bottom, she left telling me to “not keep her waiting too long”.

When I got down to the master bedroom, the lights were down low and she was sitting up in bed, nude, no paddles in sight.  She made a production of lowering my underwear to my knees and motioned me across her lap (different!).

Once draped across her lap she proceeded to hand spank my bottom, I must admit I continued to waggle a bit every time I thought she was finished.  She stopped after a fairly long time – I did not count but I am guessing she delivered about 70-80 good firm spanks – I think her hand was stinging, I know my fanny was.

I started to rise but she quickly stopped me……..”You requested a paddling, now you are going to get one!”

She produced our fly-back paddle from under a pillow and gave me another 30 or so licks on my already red fanny.  Nice!

She must have enjoyed giving me the spanking with my erection rubbing against her thighs as she was wetter than usual – the sex was great. 

Monday, October 2, 2017

Be Careful What You Ask For

Spanking blogs are becoming rare. Those that discuss spanking even rarer. Most just post the same pictures. We don't describe every spanking that we get. That would get pretty boring unless we suddenly got struck by lightning and started writing like Ronnie. I see we have been sharing our spankings with you for 10 years. Here is one more.


Do you often have daydreams of being spanked, caned, strapped or paddled? Since you are reading this you probably do. As a switch, I dream of spanking or being spanked with great regularity. Sometimes the itch cannot be scratched. That was the case here. The last few weeks of our trip I was thinking about one particular paddle - one that we did not have with us on our six-month trip. 


Bacall often says Be careful what you ask for. I have heard this many times over the years when I have asked for a paddling. I heard it yesterday. I had been thinking for several weeks about a notable paddling I wanted when we got home. Before leaving, we decided we could get along without our Red Paddle during this last trip. It's our oldest paddle from early marriage and it stings like a hornet. Now I wanted to feel it. Nothing else would do. I could not get it out of my head. I knew what I was asking for and I still asked for it. She was pleased to accommodate me. She was more than pleased, she grinned like a Cheshire Cat.



The day after we got home, I wanted to free my mind of the thoughts, so I got out the Red Paddle, our wood batten, our nasty steel reinforced slapper and put on hot red panties.

She used the batten and then the slapper on my legs.  I then asked for the slapper on the crease between my bottom and legs. Youch!



That done, she was ready to paddle me. I think she gave me about ten, but I was not counting. She had me on fire and I was loving it. I asked for another six and then another six. I looked in the mirror and I was bright red. Laying on the bed, she used her hand and released all of my tension.

I felt it the rest of the day. But my mind was free of the thoughts that had been running amuck for weeks.


I would think that there would be lots of pictures of the Red Fli-Back paddles being used on the web. But, I have never seen one in action. Do I have to show my old backside reddened with one?