The best things in life are inexpensive. A songwriting genius of eld said 'the best things in life are free,' and the old prick was right about that. Don't cost nothing to get yer rocks off if two or more parties agree to have sex in a safe private location, no babies or animals allowed in the room, and no one is under age or is whacked out of their mind or unconscious. Zero tolerance here for sex crime.
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Sex crimes against alpacas is on the rise in some parts of the United States. There needs to be a television show in which a news personality catches people arranging sex with a dog. With modern AI the late Walter Cronkite could report on an underworld of animal perverts.
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Ferret abusers need to be jailed. Branded. Like cattle. They get the scarlet letter branded on their foreheads. The scarlet letter 'F.' Ferret molester. How could anyone do that disgusting sex act I heard about once while a guest in an East Coast youth hostel. You can see why Hitler and Stalin hated intellectuals.
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in the best of circumstances people don't need protection. Dorothea received assistance and protection from forest animals and a blond witch.
It's better not to need the police. People need cops, though, calling them at all hours. All I mean is that if people lived three deep in lovely nice honest people it would get more like a free country. Sheee-it. Evil destroys love and freedom.
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Practical elements of religion: Someone I knew said that she had an intense fear of death all her life, and she solved this problem by adopting faith in Jesus Christ. Secure in the belief she will go to a better place after death, she doesn't fear it. And perhaps looks forward to meeting Saint Peter, if he hasn't been replace with an intersectionalist, globalist progressive. Maybe these days you have to agree with a million agendas, smiling and hoping, to be let into the all new Trump Heaven. Bill Gates and Elon Musk will be up there, too! If what people say is true, by Jesus...Jeffrey Epstein might be your friend and neighbor when you enter the Pearly Gates.
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