Recently my email has become the home of some VIP's sending me things. That puzzles me as I do not post my emails, because for the most part I do not need my ego stroked by anyone nor leveraged by Obama folks who need to show their intelligence in one phrase rants with misspelled words.
For being a global entity and choosing the internet over modes of entertainment as television, as I dislike wasting the time God has provided me in sifting through what lesser minds paid millions think is "information", I deliberately isolate myself from contacts with people as I do not like the soul feel of most people.
I do have a fascination though with all of these Elton Blonde types who have blackberries and cell phones as it reveals what an absolute cyber sex world of people we now exist in.
I have a cell phone which I rarely turn on. I deliberately do not have voice mail activated nor email. I do not text. I do not send mail, and the idea of a blackberry vibrating in my pocket is as appealing as having a thistle covered, biting rodent there.
I rarely pick up a phone and even in my daily grind I prefer animals to people, as animals at least know what they are and people for the most part are so psychotic they do not even comprehend they are humans.
What interests me are these blackberry nipples or felaters if one is an Elton Blonde......................(as a note, it was interesting in moments of marital bliss that Elton voiced over a woman caller about her husband being the problem, revealing that Oedipus Limbaugh is already having problems with the child bride. She certainly has pecked him into Obama non stop vacations and other social functions.)..........how so many folks now are in desperate search of intimate contact, but they are so dysfunctional they only can deal with contact which is at the end of a battery pack.
Americans for the most part have been hurt so deeply in all the trauma they suffer, that they can only Playboy centerfold find arousal from a distance. Sex is too messy for real and having this combination of bone, muscle and blood functioning in your midst is just too much for the majority to handle.
Those who have the wedded bliss are now a group which is so running from their union in constant travel and surrounding themselves with "friends" that the old couples retreat in keeping other miserable people around you, so you wouldn't have to deal with the mistake you married, has now graduated to this nipple sucking class of humans who can not roll out of their drive without that cell phone to their ear or demanding control in their out of control lives in a blackberry to message and to set up their alamo (fort) of defenses in having their music, their photos, their whatever sim city as their barrier against themselves in this world.
Amazing is it not that people out of control set up these pacifier electronics so they can control their world on an ever shrinking footprint. Gone are Farah posters on the wall, sleepovers and their cassette decks, and now the world is a 2 by 3 inch power source they delude themselves into thinking they control their world from.
This is the world of 10 year old B. Hussein Obama, and, he in controlling his battery pack appears to believe it is the same situation in multi trillion dollar debt and an entire world abandoning him.
This is the Obama voter regrettably, along with their halo head, in their world is intimacy at a distance which makes them feel empowered and neither tastes, smells nor feels. It is the ultimate inflatable doll in a plastic case.
Existing at a distance, no God, and running from oneself twenty four hours a day.
Intimacy in the anti intimate Obama generation.
They once did a test on baby monkeys to register their needs in they provided food on a mother which was made of wire mesh and no food on a mother built of a soft warm cloth.
The babies chose the warm soft mother over the necessity of being fed.
Where has motherhood gone as the world has an Obamite majority which chooses electronic devices in wire mesh to feed their intimacy, because they are phobic of the warm soft closeness of human contact in this last phase of what was humanity.
Paging Neil Patrick Harris, appearing everywhere to be loved and in gay parenting, but running from the Obama he can not be intimate with in himself.
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