Will you mind controlling girls?

Soon, they were seated in the padded swiveling lounge chairs and arranged in a boy-girl-boy-girl pattern. The mind control client had Jessica on his left, Jenna on his right and he faced Will across a bare circular table. The round of beverages arrived during barely a few moments of mind control small talk.
“Put two on my tab.” Jenna waved the server away. She leaned back and took a drink. “So Mr Mind Controller, we haven’t had the opportunity to discuss any mind control business. How can I write this day off my taxes as a legitimate expense?”
“Taxpayer’s sins should remain in an accountant’s confessional.” The subliminal expert toasted his glass at the girl’s blunt segue. “But if it will sooth your patriotic conscience, we can discuss mind controlling you like.”
As if mind controlled, WIll bent forward and put his glass down. He set elbows on his knees and clasped his frail hands together. “But, I haven’t fought through to the upper management tier yet and I doubt they will write a check until they see something substantive or subliminal. I suggest you should appraise me of the cerebral manipulation sequence so I can prove the mind control on their own girls.”
“Or, I could go on the Oprah show to do a bare demo of how I mind control females at will.” The subliminal seducer looked around the table at the effect of his mind control quip: each of the three faces registered similar shock but Will’s mouth was physically agape.
“That wouldn’t help our bargaining.” Jessica was the first girl to react.  the girl had actually felt her pubic hair stand up and shiver.
“I was just kidding.” The mind control client laughed and barely took another sip. “However, I want to be cautious with that mental modifying combination.”  He noted the effect his subliminal cue had evoked in both females.

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Your Mind Controlled Girls are Obedient Slaves

“As your obedient slave,” Will tried again, “I’ll hold sensitive brain manipulation information in the strictest of confidence.  I can control my mind and my mouth”
“If someone at Mental Modifying Inc is running a capture macro then they have the mind modification code even if you were huddled over a keyboard with your hand shielding it like a pin pad.” I have another use for that bare naked info and it involves specific girls pubic hair.

“Knowledge of the keys,” the mind control program owner lied, “that evoke the warning might show a subliminal master how to disable the enslavement effect on girls.” But he would have to be a gifted seducer and probably couldn’t without a look at my source code.

“If my obedient slave girl Jenna can’t jar Jessica’s panties into putting a pubic mound into my palm then it’s your job to find what will.”

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“You know computers.” The senior mind control agent was rattled by the client’s blunt refusal: he took a gulp of his liquor and then thought of another subliminal ploy. “Could you tell if they were using a macro thing to snag the information?”
“I’m fairly certain I could.”
“Then if the mental manipulation man is unwilling to proceed until he sees the incriminating evidence, you may have barely any option but to personally meet with him.”

“I’ll just mind control his girl into being my dutiful slave and see where it goes.

From Loki’s Trojan – Chapter 5 – Games of Snakes on Ladders

About Mind Control Sex

“Oysters on ice and an order of screaming-hot chicken wings.”
Tariq almost laughed at the table when a fiery red-haired lawyer coolly ordered the appetizers. That’s appropriate for all-season weather fronts. I’m betting on a desert of baked Alaska. He recalled the phone call, when she had asked him out to dinner with the implication of mind control sex.
‘Isn’t lunch the usual business repast?’ He had asked and he wondered if the lady lawyer’s pubic hair was the same shade of flame red.
‘Sometimes it is,’ as she was anticipating an instant acceptance, her voice had nearly sent a jet of chilly carbon dioxide fog from his cell phone: then, the white mist would’ve turned to steam, ‘but discussing mind control at an evening meeting allows our mind controlling discussion to go on until breakfast if needs be.’

Mind Control WORKS on Women

‘Fortunately, I find my night-timer is devoid of other entanglements.’ Tariq had agreed. In his minds eye he envisioned her utterly mind controlled and wearing only her red pubic hair. A slightly flirtatious relationship could even improve our business rapport. He marginalized his bad decision, as men often will to convince themselves to do what they want—instead of what they should.

Pubic Hair Where?

“Do you like this restaurant?” Lauren turned from her exchange with the waitress to find Tariq’s brown eyes locked onto her hazel ones.  She had inquired whether they had any pubic hair soup.
“I’m admiring a stunning vista.” The skyline outside Seattle Space Needle was breathtaking in the sunset but his eyes didn’t flicker from her.

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“I’m pleased you find the view alluring.” Lauren held eye contact and walked her fingertips slowly on the windowsill to show that the restaurant was revolving. “You’ll see much more than just pubic hair tonight as the earth spins around us.”
“I can imagine this cityscape is scintillating from any compass point.” His mind controlled his tongue because his thoughts were still on Lauren’s girl pubic hair.
“Just have patience,” she took a shell from the ice and sucked the raw oyster deliciously into her mouth, “and you’ll enjoy it all.”
“That looked succulent.” Fan yourself Tariq, the weather is sweltering right now but be mindful that the forecast is for uncontrolled and unpredictable.
“We can see Mount Rainier today.” When the restaurant had revolved to view the South East, Lauren suddenly perked up and touched his hand.
“Is it the snow-capped one that looks like it’s floating in the air?”
“The city of Tacoma lies in between and smog shrouds the base. Of course,” she lowered her bedroom eyelids even further than normal in a flagrant attempt at mind controlling, “since Rainier is a volcano it can take its revenge on Tacoma whenever it wants.”
“A molten mountain under a glacier?” The Iranian inwardly chuckled again. It’s no wonder Lauren likes that one.
“Rainier just hasn’t gone off in along time.”
“Yah like me.” Oops! The programmer regretted his allowing his uncontrolled mind-state and the unintentional candor that wasn’t veiled in the double entendre word game they were playing, but it was too late to bite his snippet off.

About Girls Pubic Hair

“I’m sure that lava could still erupt. It just takes the seismic event of a shifting plate.” She passed a dish across the table. “Have an oyster.”
“Does a hot girls pubic hair ever burst into flames?” Tariq tossed a shucked husk and used the action to segue to a safer subject. I wonder if I’m a dichotomy to Lauren’s sex life versus her professional one, as her heat shifts are to me—and, intriguingly as our appetizer is? Oysters are nasty and barnacled on the exterior but mother-of-pearl within. The bi-valve creature is butt ugly to the eyesight but a vision of loveliness on the taste buds.
“Is there someone in Canada who steams up your igloo’s windows?”
“My wife passed away some time ago.”
“Did it hurt badly?” As she spoke, Lauren reached over the table. Her pattern-painted fingernails gently touched the scarred part of his left hand.
“Uh,” Tariq started slightly at the caress but held his hand steady. Was that question aimed at the loss of his wife or fingers? “I lost those in the same crash that took my wife and daughter.”

Mind Controlled or Mind Controller

Predictably, Lauren suddenly showed her chilly streak again later in the meal. This time, it wasn’t in response to Tariq, but rather her phone.
“I need to take this call.” For privacy, she rushed to a waiter’s alcove.
“Lauren follows only one person’s agenda,” the programmer muttered, “and that is her own.”
“I have to leave right after dinner.”
“Was that Mr. Smyth?”
“Mmm.” The cool lawyer shied on the verge of answering then veered onto another tack. “Play golf with me tomorrow. What hotel are you in?”
“I haven’t taken a room yet.”
“I’ll arrange for you to stay at that one.” Lauren pointed down, as the revolving restaurant happened to be currently overlooking the downtown waterfront. “The harbor view suites are especially luxurious.”
“Thank you.”
“Elvis stayed there.” She turned in her seat to pick up her jacket from the adjacent chair’s back. “But, he’s left the building and now I must too.”
“Allow me.” As the Iranian stood to gentlemanly assist with her wrap, his thigh bumped the table hard and the wine glasses precariously wobbled. He snatched, but his knuckle hit the fullest one and toppled it. Lauren took the red liquid all over her pale blue silk skirt. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Her soothing words suggested an apology acceptance, but hoarfrost in her voice almost froze the statement. “I’ll send a car at ten.”
“Brrrrr.” The programmer felt an involuntary shiver as he watched the taut muscles below the hot lawyer’s back slope skating under powder blue material: her hands were sweeping like curling brooms at a flame red stain on the front. That unfortunate wine incident is probably the best thing that could’ve happened. “Now she’s certain to ski away from me and take her mind controlling ways with her.”
“Did you enjoy your meal?” The maître d’ presented a silver bill tray.
“Didn’t my host handle this?” The Canadian fumbled for his billfold. I imagine that a desirable woman like Lauren isn’t used to picking up tabs. He surmised that her room offer would also be at his expense—and it was but there would be a girls pubic hair there and a mind controled woman too.

Girls Pubic Hair

Girls Pubic Hair Styles and Colors

Girls sport their pubic hair, or lack of pubic hair in many different styles and colors.  Some girls like the natural pubic look and other girls like to trim their pubic thatch.  I’ve often seen blond haired girls who have brunette pubic hair and I’ve seen brown haired girls who have pubic hair that is flaming red.

Pubic Hair Note:

I’ve actually never seen a girl dyed her pubic hair with the artificial bubblegum colors.  But I would love to look closely at some orange pubic hair, purple pubic hair, or bright pink pubic hair.  I suppose that green pubic hair would be appropriate for St Patrick’s Day.

I’ve also encountered different pubic hair cuts from a pubic brush cut to pubic hair trimmed into a fancy heart shape coif or just a small wisp of pubic hair with the rest bald as a peach.  Of course, of the girls who have no girls pubic hair at all, I know that in some instances the pubic hair has been shaved and in other cases the girl’s pubic area is naturally bald or with very sparse pubic hair.  (Pure-blooded Eskimo girls are often naturally smooth in the pubic area).

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All Girls Pubic Hair is the Same in One Way

However as the above heading has foretold, all girls pubic hair is identical in one respect.  GIRLS PUBIC HAIR IS ALWAYS PARTED IN THE MIDDLE!

Enough said on the subject of girl’s pubic hair.  I only wrote this silly piece because I noticed that I was getting Google hits on the search term ‘girls pubic’ and ‘pubic hair’ because of another post I did quite some time ago.

From Loki’s Trojan – Chapter 3 – Bare Interlopers

Be Bare and Beware of a Black Bare

“I can’t even tell if the program’s armor is too tough to shoot through,” exasperation was in Bob’s voice, “or if the code kernel is too tiny to draw a target bead on because it is barely there.”  After spending two hours trying different applications and complex testing methods, the two senior Wall Soft executives had failed bring to bare a bare knuckled situation where the contending software crashed or even hesitated.

“The things we’ve tried on it would’ve caused your system to be bare and flounder like a beached black bare.”  Collin skinned back the diskette from the drive and he thought better of his insulting last statement.  “But then we’ve hit it with bare knuckled stuff proven to befuddle yours.  That does support my belief that this code is original and not guilty of copy write infringement.”

“It hasn’t been laid bare and succumbed to the viruses we’ve tried.  If it were to be bare, then it might be barely there at all.”

“That’s barely a definitive test either because those were also written to specifically target your system.”  Collin raked his fingers up through his dark wavy hair.  “Still, our failures here have barely offered any encouragement.”

“Maybe I should be taming hackers to send out as ravaging black bares against the others,” Wall laid his words out bare, “instead of neutralizing them.”

Off and Running Bare

“How are you neutralizing hackers?  Bare in mind that a hacker is barely there.”  Bob’s term and tone of voice had sounded terminal, but Collin prior study hadn’t found anything sinister. “Do your lawyers know this or are you running bare?

“It was just a figure of speech.  I wouldn’t want to be bare like that.”  The CEO ducked the sensitive issue of his recent dealings with the Russian Mafia.  Some of the worst digital bombs were being produced in former Soviet Union Countries.  After the brief pause, the CEO continued.  “I can buy this Low-Key out—to kill it.”

“There’s barely any chance that anyone could be stupid enough not to know what its worth.  In a couple of months, Wall Soft Systems stock could be running bare naked in a minefield and in a few years, your company might be barely worth anything: Low-Key may be able to buy all your outstanding shares.  They may be barely worth a dime.”

“I should just have the developer killed outright.”  Bob Wall made it sound as a joke but the mafia would be willing to commit the murder.

Bare Bones and Barely There

“Even if the Canadian were dead or barely there, the bare bones software is still a crippling hit.  The man’s heirs would collect the windfall.”  Collin’s brow furled slightly but whether the boss were serious or not, it still wouldn’t work.  “Wiping out his whole family would give the Canadian Government the rights and Wall Soft Systems would still be bare bones and table-scraps.”

“Moose poop!”  Bob’s expulsion was even a succinct description of what his program bundle was like—a pile of many small balls of feces in a heap.  The computer geek stared at the tiny bare bones marvel effortlessly performing the tasks that his monstrosity labored and often failed at.  It was like the software was barely there at all: like totally unobtrusive.  Colon the asshole was right: this program spelled the end of a monopoly unless he had guns to bring to bare.

Be Bare or Bring to Bare

“You might ante up with a bit of greenmail,” the contracted executive sighed: his duties as acquisition specialist were probably barely needed, before really getting started, “to buy some time.”  Wall would need every penny to stay alive: the company certainly wouldn’t be growing: it would vault would be bare as a bone.

The CEO took off his oval wire rim spectacles and put his face into his hands.  There were benefits to doing business in America but drawbacks also.  On the plus side, up until now it hadn’t mattered if his software even worked: people used it because most sales were done at the corporate level hardware suppliers.  End users has barely any choice.  They took the trashy threadbare products attached because they were seemingly free—or at least already unavoidably paid for.

The negatives of enterprise in the States were the barely noticeable intangibles of polite civilization, like not being able to rape, pillage and plunder out in the bare wide open.  Blatant murders for purely corporate motivations were also quite frowned upon.  Having his new Soviet friends to pay a nasty social call to Canada was tempting but as pointed out, that wouldn’t work in this instance.

“You might have your team quickly write a viable runner to match this contestant.”  Colin spoke but he felt he was talking to a a bare wall, as the computer nerd was lost in a moment of concentration. “Even if it isn’t as good, you still have the market edge.”

Bare in Mind the Bare Body

“We’ll just steal it.”  Bob slapped his bare hand on the desk, and he bent the glasses that he was still holding.  Testament to how a lap of luxury had dulled his keen edge, the man that had purloined so much code should’ve thought of this option sooner.  “I’ll rename it and put it into a quick release of a latest upgrade.”  Baring in mind the code, Wall glanced at the twisted frames in his trembling fingers on his bare fist.  “Handshake Lite will be my gift to loyal customers who want a faster version of our main software.  Even if people stop using my program, I won’t be bare because I’ll still have my bare body on the playing field.  I’ll cut that bare naked plebe off right at the bare fence.  He will be bare when the guns come to bare.”

“I suppose that would cure the barely there problem of exposing your bare body.”  Hersker swallowed hard to bare down on a lump in his throat.  Of course Collin knew of Wall’s barely concealed dishonest reputation before he signed on but this was his first direct taste of those bare facts and the new exec didn’t find the idea of Bob’s bare naked theft flavorful.  “So you’ll have your designers hack into the code’s bare body and reverse engineer it?”

“We don’t have time.”  Bob was adamant and justifiably so.  This was a verified threat at the castle’s barely defended portcullis.  “We’ll just crack in far enough to remove the nag screen—those are always easy.  Our bare bones version will be on the market fast.  Then let him try to prove that my program was his.”

The biggest blessing to unethical business in the good old U.S. came down to whom had the best lawyers and Wall Soft Systems could afford to get the best.  Bob’s barracuda school of barristers could delay all litigation and strip a body bare until the aggrieved parties bank accounts were bare as a bone.

“Are you certain that’s the best move?”  The acquisitions manager had a trepidation that might’ve been inspired by his conscience—or something else.  “Victims of theft can fight back in more ways than court contests.”

“That American wannabe from the raw resource land to the north was trying to hunt a polar bear with penguin club.”  Bob grinned wickedly as he raved.  “He is all bare.  His parka isn’t a bulletproof protection against the teeth and claws of my legal predators.”

Barely There to Be Bare

“I expected to be cleaning out my desk and leaving the cupboards bare at this meeting’s end,” Colon the asshole joked but his mirth was barely there, “but it appears I’ll be bare and sticking around to see what bares fruit.”

“I got to where I am today,” Bob boasted but below-the-beltline bare-knuckle blows weren’t tactics one should brag about, “by charging into obstacles as if they are barely there at all.”

“We can talk more later.   If I can bare it.”  Collin headed out the door and his fingers fumbled towards his watch’s button but he checked the action: his hands felt grimy from just being in the same room where Bob’s dirty decision was just made.  Hersker turned in the direction of the executive washroom to wash up before touching his seven thousand dollar wristwatch.

Bare Bites on a Bare Body

The all bare programmer’s hands trembled as he toweled off.  I wondered if the quiver is moderate cold from my being bare or after effects of adrenaline from my bare knuckle bare fight with the bear?  He surveyed his bare body for his battle wounds.  Long angry welts ran down his bare leg from the vicious rake of claws but they were only bleeding in several places where the bare skin was torn.  The bites had left a few punctures on his bare body too.

Tariq brought his eyes to bare back across at the pond’s alpha-male beaver.  The rodent had barely budged from his ringside seat during the whole life and death show.  Although the correlation had been flirting in his mind all along, now the bear slayer saw a caricature of the world famous computer nerd written all over the damn damming rodent.

“Well Bob, what do you think of me now in my bare flesh?”  If only a bare knuckles fight against the arrayed resources of Wall Soft Systems could be as easy as killing a full-grown black bare with bare hands just was.  The Iranian felt a twinge of guilty feelings: Wall really hadn’t done anything to merit Tariq’s first strike.

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The fat rodent, turned around on his stick pile, lifted his flat tail and squirted feces into the water.

“That’s exactly what I thought you would say.”  He laughed both at the beaver’s anal retort and to release tension that was barely there now.  Then to rinse off the mud, the blood and the death, Tariq took one more bare naked plunge into the refreshing pond.

From Loki’s Trojan – Chapter 3 – Bare Interlopers

The Bare Facts

“I barely need a moment to surf my stats,” far to the South, in the American Pacific Northwest, a billionaire CEO of a software corporation was starting his day, “and then we can be bare and talk about the bare facts freely.”

“The bare fact is that you’re paying my contract salary whether I’m working or watching,” Collin Hersker was the company’s new special executive, “but this is barely legal.” He held up a  computer diskette containing nothing but the bare facts. ‘Wall is an opportunist who finagled his bare bones package to  prominence.’ Collin fore-bared his time by reviewing the audio facts, on ear-bugs attached to his ipod. ‘Bob’s long-ago employer invented a bare bones system for interfacing the new and smarter electronic gear: Wall was hired to be bare as a salesman to find markets. Instead, he undercut the bid and sold the program as his own: the barely legal deal was done before his boss learned of the bare facts. Good luck bared it’s head again, when a car accident took the true owner before litigation was brought to bare.’

The Barely Legal Bare Facts

“Keep your pants barely on,” Bob scanned the bare bones daily sales and cost figures his barely legal accounting department bared, “I barely have time to check the bare facts.”

“This barely legal program when brought to bare may eat the billfold right through your bare butt.” Collin pinched the disk between cautious fingers—as if it were a barely contained live scorpion.

Brought to Bare

“Or it might be bare next to my add in feature.” Since an initial barely legal tactic had worked well, Bob kept using them. To be bare and blunt, he flagrantly plagiarized intellectual property, then bundled shoddy imitations into his own base package. Wall gave his barely legal strategy an unofficial motto.

“Competition can barely get big enough to be brought to bare.  The bare fact is that I give their product away free, leaving them to be bare, with a purchase of mine.”

“That’s barely enough to keep the legal barracudas in the castle’s moat feeding.” Hersker had barely taken his seat than he consulted a Swiss watch that he could barely afford. The Breitling Bentley 6.75 had several knobs and he barely jiggled one to engage the digital chronograph. Wall could more than barely afford waste the exec’s time if he wanted to, but Collin would ensure that he logged how much was to bare and what was frittered away.

Bringing The Bare Facts to Bare

“If my barely legal business is without fresh legal actions is becomes a stagnant enterprise.” The king of Wall Soft delivered another dictum to cover. He wheeled a swivel throne to his desk and opened a file showing the bare facts.

“The peons seem to be revolting.” Collin could barely see the screen but he brought his bare eyes to bare. “Those rants contain language capable of making a bricklayer blush.”

“Unhappy customers spend money on service contracts.” The software developer sipped his java. “Most of these complaints are barely actionable.” The basic code had inflated over the years and as clumps of mold on an agar dish, yawning gaps had formed between clods. The core functionality had suffered from incompatible chunks added in—as pilfered. Haphazard patches didn’t even effectively solve the original problems and some of the flimsy modifications actually created new bugs.

“A broken system boosts the sales of upgrades.” Hersker provided a catch phrase before Wall could propose one.

“Cha-Ching!” Bob imitated the sound of a cash register. “You catch on quickly, Colon.”

The boss stressed the long vowel enunciation. Bob and the other corporate hierarchy assumed the way it was pronounced was to lend a pompous air of sophistication. That was appropriate, as Hersker did seem to be somewhat of an asshole and since the colon is a bowel organ directly inside of the rectal cavity it was close enough for accuracy.

Barely Legal Bare Skin

“Are you ready to discuss this digital dildo,” the executive was slightly irked at the semi-blatant slur but he didn’t want to get into a bare knuckle fight over it, “since it’s headed for a hard drive directly up your corn-hole.”

“A computer box has sockets to accept instructions—but the bare fact is that you don’t own them. Processors use bare bones machine language—but that isn’t your patented property either. User applications have tailored to meet your standards—but Wall Soft doesn’t have any contractual agreements covering how they accomplish it.” Collin paused while the bare facts settled firmly in.

“You had exclusivity but the bare fact is that someone has now designed a better bare trap.”

“Bare shit!” The CEO stared at the monitor but focused his eyes beyond, as if trying to see right through to the coding and visualize the Canadian developer in his bare skin. “Surely, we can find this program is using something of mine—if it’s only barely legal then I can sue.”

“The bare fact is that you would need a copy of the source code and scour it line-by-line to determine that, but the developer isn’t very likely to supply it.” Hersker appended a snippet in his mind only. You barely have original materials on your own to compare it to either. “However, the speed and performance lends a strong indication that it doesn’t use anything from yours.”

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Barely aware

“Bear farts!” Bob verbally ejaculated and he simultaneously let slip a small pop of morning methane.  Bob was barely aware of the smell.

From Loki’s Trojan – Chapter 3 – Bare Interlopers

Barely Bare

Back at the pristine swimming hole, Tariq floated and allowed the sun to shine on his bare chest.  Warily watching, a dominant male rodent sat like a fat buck-toothed emperor on his haphazardly constructed throne.  That one barely defied the term busy-beaver.  It perched like a lazy lump and surveyed its domain whist subordinates scurried to shore up the ramshackle structures.

Suddenly, a loud splash rent the quiet air.

“Did the beavers fell a tree into the pond?”  Treading, the bare naked man turned to a nearby spit of mud, behind which, the noise had come from.  The sound of bear paws flailing in water squashed his fallen trunk theory.  A beaver’s feet churn underwater!  A large animal’s head showed at the point, trailed by a bow wake.  That’s the barely unmistakable snout of a bear!

The creature’s head turned as it passed the mud prominence.  Beady dark eyes lighted directly on an intended human lunch entrée.

Tariq’s heartbeats per minute flashed up to a panic speed.  All bears are dangerous but the sub-species of black bears that inhabited this Northeast corner of British Columbia were especially aggressive.  Even fiercer than the local grizzly bears, these bears accounted for most incidents of bear mauling and have been credited with a number of human kills.  Tariq glanced at the far bank to his clothes and rucksack.  His pack held a can of bear-defense pepper-spray but it was sitting uselessly away from handy reach.

A Bear Is Hard to Bare

The bear paid barely any note to the man’s aside look.  It determinedly kept closing the distance between.

It can swim forward faster than I can backwards—or even ahead.  After a quick assessment of top-speed and distances, the desperate and bare naked man changed from sculling to a sidestroke.  The bear matched his direction shift with a minor course correction, and closed some of the gap.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!”  As in a game of Russian roulette, being bare in bear country unprepared can be fatal if the chamber isn’t empty.  Bears are omnivores, which meant they ate everything, from seasonal berries to hapless computer programmers.

My maneuvering didn’t work while we were far apart but maybe it will in closer.  The bear was now near enough that the man could count the hairs in the animal’s nostrils.  Tariq tried his vector-reversing sidestroke move again: he barely managed to hold his distance in that attempt to remain out of reach.  But it’s a sucker’s game.  Once the racking claws and gnashing teeth of the ultra-powerful predator connected once, it would be game, set and match for the combatant in the fur trunks over the bare naked swimmer.

Frantically alternating lurches to either wing, the man tried to use the clumsiness of the animal’s dog-paddle stroke to prevent it from gaining.  His best hope of survival was to achieve a relative safety behind, where the jaws and paws couldn’t reach.  But to get there, he had to be the aggressor.

Beware of Bare Traps

“My strike will hook in like a chess knight’s attack.”  With a resolve only gained in a life and death moment, the defenseless human switched modes and circled in a spurt of sprint swimming.

The savage animal turned its head to visually follow the bare skinned man’s travel.  It thrashed in place to angle its front to match but the human was gaining a flank.  The Iranian was now quarter onto the animal’s rear section but that still wasn’t sufficient fore his bare trap: he stroked an overhand crawl as rapidly as possible.

My half-a-hand is actually assisting me here.  He was swimming his top speed but the full-fingered right hand could cup more water for a little bit of extra thrust.  Without his compensating for the inequality, Tariq was moving in the exact arc that was required.  I’m akin to the one-armed man who annoyed other boaters, by rowing in a circle, but I’m gaining position for my bare trapping ploy.

Bare Butt and Bare Trapped

The programmer was now aligned perpendicular to the bear’s spine.  Tariq modified his tack to angle in but the bear had craned its head as far as the neck’s physical structure would permit.  The animal countered the bare trap with a swivel and by reversing rotation to the clockwise.  Tariq gripped a double fistful of matted fur on the beast’s hump but the inertia of his swim carried his lower body into the path of the bear’s superior weaponry.  A sharp claw ripped along the man’s inner calf.

Ignore the pain!  The Iranian scrambled to pull his legs into the bear’s rear shadow, while the creature’s straining jaws clamped at his side.  The human’s wet hairless and bare hide caused the teeth to miss catching a purchase of tender torso but they gnashed horribly across Tariq’s bare breast.

Bare Trapper

I’ve taken damage but I’ve achieved my bare trapping objective.  Tariq threw his feet back and floated with his hands gripped on the massive shoulder bulge.  The beast seemed made of solid muscle.  Could just walking around in the bush develop that amazing physique or is there a gym hidden somewhere in the deep woods where predators go to pump iron?

“Now what can I do?”  Safer than he had been just twenty seconds ago, bare naked Tariq was now riding on the back of a rampaging mass of muscle, sharp yellow teeth, and claws like wickedly curved meat hooks.  Use the brain that nature gave in compensation for a lack of armor and body arsenal!

Bare Skin Rug

My position on the animal is perfect.  He was riding a living bare skin rug. A water battlefield removed the bear’s advantages of strength and weapons.  The bare skinned homo-sapient combatant felt for the ursa’s exhale.  He heaved and ducked the face underwater as the beast was breathing in.  The massive head surfaced—coughing.

“You won the first round but the second was mine.”  Tariq held firm and he pulled his bare legs around using the momentum of the bear’s turn to best mechanical advantage.  Water flowed over the man’s wounds and the pain that poured in was nearly to much to bare.  I need all other bouts to go my way too because this bare knuckle fight won’t end in a referee’s decision.

“Ouch!”  Tariq had to check his natural reaction of slapping his arm, as an opportunistic horsefly had taken a big juicy bite of bare shoulder.

The contestant in the fur track suit was intent on turning to face its foe but the bare skin tone broke that concentration by forcing the jaws underwater on another intake of air.  A black snout emerged sputtering and barely gasping: the bear looked to the nearest shore and ceased trying to attack.  The water was too much for the bear to bare.

I can’t let it reach the ropes.  I can only win in this aquatic ring.  The massive omnivore tried to swim for the safety of the shore but Tariq held the ears and barely ducked the head again twice in succession of breaths.  The immense lungs were fast filling up with water: it would take barely anymore.

The hinterland predator had become the victim and in nature, only one loss is allowed.  The desperation had reversed and the flustered bear could only struggle at the clutches of its deadly bare skinned assailant.

Tariq pushed the head down once again but this time the beast rolled over backwards under the water to shake the literal monkey off it’s back.  Wrapping his legs around the furry belly and his arms about the neck, the bareback bear-back rider held in the saddle.  The human’s head broke the surface first and he strained to keep the bear’s from doing the same.

“You can eat my whole arm if I get to walk away alive.”  The man felt a jaw close on the bare flesh of his forearm.  But the bite only lasted for several heartbeats, as the bear released the grip to choke on an underwater breath.  During a further twenty-five seconds of violent thrashing, the doomed animal only managed to fight its nose above the water twice.  Then, it was just to blow fluid laden exhales before being dunked again.

The bear cowboy held his legs locked around his underwater mount’s middle until the last twitches of terminally firing nerves had subsided.  A similar spectator event would steal rodeo fans away from the famous Calgary Stampede.  The programmer paddled slowly back to the shore riding the ursa’s carcass like a semi-submerged rubber raft.

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“Note to self,” Tariq’s toes curled into the squishy mud of the dugout’s steep edge and he climbed out: after a deep breath, he pulled the redundant can of bear spray from his pack and aimed it at the dead bear, “no more swimming unless adequately armed.”

I like to rant sometimes about the way things are instead of the way things could be, but still I have a positive outlook. Many things will improve in our ‘real’ lives, when more of us take firmer control of our spiritual and our astral lives. Those are the lives that are the really real ones.

Sometimes you’ll find snippets of my fictional stories here and often you’ll read portions that only seem like they are fiction. Can you determine which is which?

I’ve noticed something lately. I no longer got to a store to ‘buy something I want’. Instead, I find myself going into a corporate store to ‘settle for buying what they have’. And what you have to settle for is naught but crap.

Once upon a time, stores brought in quality merchandise and they sought to win repeat business by giving good customer service. That sales mentality now is so long in the past that it sounds like a fairy tale to modern consumers. Then along came the big, bad, evil step-sister of good stores – the corporate ogre chain stores.

Corporate stores could not give a rat’s butt if they stock merchandise that can survive 2-months worth of normal use. Nor do they care a fig whether the garbage they have on their shelves are what people actually want. The only concern is whether the chain store can buy cheap enough to; a) gouge their customers with a steep mark-up and b) undercut the few remaining decent retailers into bankruptcy.

Where is the stalwart woodsman, prince charming or knight in shining armor that might slay the corporate dragon and restore decency to the realm? Where is the happily-ever-after? Well, don’t look to your government for a fix because the political party style of corrupt government is the real cause of the problem.

Political parties thrive because they take bribes from big money and the members of political parties repay those sponsorship debts with crooked legislation that favors big and ugly corporate greed over even the best interests of the people in their constituencies. That is just a fact of life.

So what can we do? I’m glad you asked. The answer is simple – elect ONLY independent candidates – ever. Even if you don’t know anything about the independent candidate, (which you probably won’t because the media doesn’t grant fair coverage to any but party candidates), the independent will be far superior because he or she will be dedicated to representing you.

So there you are. Elect independent candidates and we will gradually see a return to government respectability and eventually we would experience a re-emergence of well-made and environmentally respectful merchandise sold in morally upright stores. Or you can keep being swayed by a corrupt media, to elect corrupt party members, and watch as the corporate crap just keeps growing worse and worse.

The choice is yours.

On the suggestion from a friend, I googled the Freeman Movement.  My friend had watched a CBC documentary on Rob Menard.  I have to report that I was not very impressed.  It seems to me that the Freemen on the Land are just malcontents who seek confrontations with the police and courts and refuse to provide their names and birthdays.  While I strenuously believe that the society we live in is badly screwed up and in disparate need of major repairs, I think the Freemen Movement’s approach is actually counter-productive.

We don’t need to bring even more conflict with police, lawyers, judges or even politicians.  The sad fact is that these legal functionaries are as adversely affected by the heinously bad rule-of-law as the rest of us are.  All that we really require to completely fix our world is; clear thought, useful dialog and then appropriate change.  And actually, the drastic change we need is not overly difficult and it could be done painlessly.

My own unfettered thoughts have brought me to the conclusion that main problem, that our myriad of social ills are rooted in and fertilized by, is the law itself.  We are taught in our society that the alternative to law is ‘anarchy and chaos’ – yet the convoluted laws are chaotic to say the least and lawlessness increases despite all the new and more draconian laws.  There is another way.
 
The basic concept of ‘law’ was born from the dark age of serfdom, where a noble’s word was the law.  Law operates only on a strong government’s power to be a tyrant.  Serfs had no human rights and even under law people ave no intrinsic rights: separate mechanisms of the law, like bills-of-rights and constitution amendments, have to be drafted up to give the illusion of human rights.  Instead, a justice and public protection system needs to be utterly devoted to preserving enshrined human rights.  

This new system would be easy to establish because the mechanisms of law would provide the framework.  To maintain it power over us, the law has tried to evolve towards lending the impression of it’s being about human rights.  We need only force the final step of stripping away a government’s power to make laws, and giving over the full authority to a separate justice system that would protect our human rights – even against a government.

As a person mentally explores the concept of a justice system that is empowered by the mandate of preserving human rights, they will soon realize that most of our current social problems are actually caused by the antiquated, mean-spirited, and obsolete rule-of-law.  

Our coming together as peaceful people who want to be free of law’s tyranny and striving through constructive dialog to achieve enduring reform is certainly far better than a few belligerent Freemen on the Land who only instigate low-level confrontations with law officials.  

Let’s forge ahead towards a brighter future that is actually free!

Freeman on the Land Movement
A friend recently asked me if the freeman movement was similar to my own beliefs regarding law and governance. I had not heard of the Freemen on the Land movement, so I had to google the freeman movement and do some research. The answer is absolutely NOT! I see the Freemen to be simply trying to exploit supposed loopholes that might make them exempt from the law. While I suggest that the rule-of-law is the wrong system altogether.

Furthermore, the supposed Freeman on the Land Movement videos that I saw were of individual freeman movement members, seemingling all in the process of committing crimes, having belligerent confrontations with the police and the courts. That pointlessness would not be my preferred methodology. Police personel and court officials are for the most part trying to accomplish justice and public protection, but the horrible law makes this impossible. The rule of law needs to be replaced with a sane system and it must be installed from the bottom up, since the government is not likely to do it from the top down.

My response to Robert Menard and the freeman movement would be: If you believe you are deceived by a master law then you are a slave to it, irregardless of how hard you fight it. Let’s just all work together at trying to replace the horrible rule-of-law with a decent and effective justice system that is rooted on protecting human rights, instead of on a governments illegitimate power to be a tyrant?