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....a sure sign of the times. So as not to help out in the socialization of our latest little virion terror, the formidable novid 19 particle, yet to remain prosocial ourselves, we at the world renowned Vierk Institute invented this replacement for the surreptitiously deadly hand shake. After much debate among the scientific staff, all holding multiple valid graduate parchment, your intrepid Director was repeatedly overruled. It now replaces the safer gentle "hinnie pat", or indeed, more adventurous "booty grab", so often extended in amiable friendship to any hottie tart passing within hand reach, as in up the center aisle of an airliner, as long as ten stone fullback rugger hubby isn't with her. Always used to book those center fuselage aisle seats. No longer. But I digress. It will soon replace many other such greetings, such as the evil Masonic secret handshakes, or that black power hand jive routine, the one that the Brothers still do, which can take up to five minutes to complete, and so represents a real epidemiological danger. So now, on greeting, we merely touch elbows, and smile behind blue masks. The PC medical research crowd is taking all the fun out of life, for so many of us irredeemable deplorables.

....have now raised the level of concern over the spread of the Novid 19 virus, one of Donald Trump and Bubba Bush's biggest nefarious creations yet, to "Very High". I'm placing positive air flow plastic protective barriers around my tree house love nest. I know how so many CS beauties were getting concerned. Fear no more, ladies. And as always, you can trust me, your own little Vierkie, I'm not like all those others.

Some 84 year olds just putt putt around the house.
Then, there's Mary Ann Wakefield;

love is a verb.
not a noun.
if there isn't any work behind love.

let it go.


have a nice day.

....in my limited experience (only a few foreign lady consorts), I must disagree with the popular wisdom of the American GI in both European wars, and the media they followed. Especially concerning French ladies. Now, statistically speaking, my sample size for EU girls is limited. But there remain, even in younger generations of men here, ideas about such ladies and their personal habits of hygiene. Unshaven arm pits and lower legs for sure. But how about replacing frequent bathing with copious use of body scents/perfumes? Perhaps times have changed, or maybe I've just been with the wrong women. During his Russian campaigns, little Napoloen B. supposedly had a message sent to his squeezes back in Paris. "I'll be home in two weeks---don't wash." Sounds even better in French.

Malala Yousafzai is featured on the last TeenVogue cover of 2019, which highlights “brilliant, world-changing demands of teens across the world” in a decade defined by “the rise of youth activism” and protest.

In an interview with the magazine, Malala reveals how education came to be her top priority and stressed, “Education is the best investment that you can make.”

And not just because the data says so.

“I realised that if I cannot go to school, my life could be early child marriage, becoming a mother, becoming a grandmother, and not having the opportunity to be myself, to explore the opportunities that are available out there that a boy would have access to. But I would not.”

She also opened up that she struggled with depression on her road to healing and recovery, mentally and physically — and that social media can take its toll on her too.

“What really helped me... was the support of people. Whether that was the nurses and doctors or whether those were the letters and cards and the messages that I was receiving from people all around the world.”

“We are living in an era where we have new tools, new things coming forward that we had not had before. From social media to technology, there's competition and selfies, and all these things are spreading. So it's important for us to take care of ourselves. Make sure you're healthy and fine and getting enough sleep. Yeah, I'm including myself in that.”

Malala also predicted that just as the previous 10 years saw a rise in youth activism worldwide, the next 10 are going to be about youth making tangible change. “That's what gives me hope,” she said.

“It's like we have done our activism; we have done enough to raise our voice. And I think the next step is now let's make the change, let's be the change-makers, let's get more involved in this. I'm excited for that, to be the change-maker, and do more for girls' education, to ensure that all girls can have the opportunity to go to school, to go to universities, just like I have.”

Malala, who recently collaborated with artists and social media influencers to speak up about girls' education, also discussed the prevalence of Islamophobia in the West and also pointed out that there is an "element of patriarchy and misogyny" in cases where religion has been employed as a tool to silence women.

“Religious scholars need to come forward and they need to tell people that whether it's Islam, Hinduism, Christianity, any other religion, that religion is for the equal rights of everyone,” she added



(Malala Yousafzai Biography. As a young girl, Malala Yousafzai defied the Taliban in Pakistan and demanded that girls be allowed to receive an education. She was shot in the head by a Taliban gunman in 2012 but survived. In 2014, she became the youngest person to receive the Nobel Peace Prize.)

......whenever I get an email, or a like, from a woman and the color of her eyes in her photos,
does not match the color described in her written profile.

I instantly think....So, new at scamming are you ?

There was a time in America when the woman stayed home and raised children. World War II broke out and men left their jobs and joined the military. For my dad, it was the Navy and for my uncle it was the Air Force.
Before my parents were married, my mother took a job in a foundry where they made metal castings used for the production of bullets and parts for guns. During wartime, It became normal for women to take jobs that were only held by men. After the war, my parents were married and my earliest recollection of her working was from home. There were numbered boxes of cut fabrics everywhere and it was her job to stitch them together creating gym shorts and exercise clothing. She was paid a nickle for every one made and the boss would pick up the completed garments and deliver more parts to be sewn.
After we moved to Florida, she took a job working for a husband & wife team who made custom drapes. He got the customers measured the jobs and did the installation. His wife processed the orders, assisted on installation and my mother actually made the drapes.
By the time I was in junior high, my mom was self employed working as a seamstress. Not physically demanding, but often seasonal and 12 hours a day was needed to complete all the orders.
One of my school friends father was a police officer and he had a stay-at-home mother she was the lucky one. Usually the other moms had some clerical or non demanding job like part-time at the school cafeteria, but they worked.
Who worked the hardest? Many.
The German carpenters wife. I had them make some speaker cabinets and she worked the factory cutting lumber and assembling furniture!
My ex-wife was a cop for a few years before transferring to a desk job. My daughter was in the Army and later the National Guard. She was assigned to detail after hurricane Andrew... pulling dead bodies from a hotel that had collapsed.

In summary, we all do what we have to do and I have always had an appreciation for the working woman!

By the mohn on your boobies, where I'd love to stop breathing. And that spot of all spots, which you love as your life. Plus your special aroma, ' neath the lingerie sheathing,....Oh, do quit this CS, and come be my wife.

...My favorite had to hit us right during the peak initial homonal surge years---8th grade. Which incidentally is also the toughest 5 year period for most liberals. Miss D. The name rhymes with deadlips, and boy did she have some pairs, of these and others, way before Brazilian collagen injections. We used to joke that they weren't there from sucking on lolly pops. But I digress. her first year teaching, tall (for us Azorean midgets), stiff, and very proper, with her English accent to match. Always in red (F-ck me) high heels. What the hell was this immigrant perfumed tasty prize doing in our proletarian neighborhood? God could she conjugate verbs and decline gerunds, as our English school marm par excellance. She was mostly a bobby soxer, but rarely, just to titillate, she'd show up with those silkies, the ones with the sewed stripe down the back, probably from marmar's collection during the war. a decade erlier. When we yanks were over paid, over sexed and over there. And oversexed we all were, oh those nearly see through loose button up blouses, tucked into that neatly ironed pleated Scottish plaid skirt. Buttoned, never belted. Did this prude image cultivating dream boat really have to wear black lace brazzieres? When she'd bend over to help, with those snarly dangling participles, and other danglers, all were praying to the Lord for a failure in button thread. Her wheels? British of course, but this was years before my becoming a car guy, so who knew, ---but it was a green sports car? Like mine now---go figure, the unconscious.Until I write these words, I've always wondered why foreign chicks turn me on. As do all those accents, even those from out Southland. Religiously always ate her lunch at her desk, brown bag of course, very much a holdover from those days of ration coupons. She still appears in an occasional dream, bringing on the now rare midnight stiffie. Armacord. Y'all know how dreams work, perhaps she'll be there between me and Bravo tonight. Get away big dog.