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Fuzzy-Wuzzy Wasn't There Sam Aurelius Milam III Some time last year, I don't remember the date, I watched an episode of Modern Marvels that reported on things that produce odors. Most of the program dealt with such things as land fills, sewage treatment facilities, hog farms, and the large-scale application of agricultural fertilizer. There was also some information on academic research programs intended to study such things as the chemistry of odor, how to control odor, and how different people perceive odor. It was moderately interesting but I watched it mostly because I was tired of working right then and I needed a break. However, near the end of the program, with scant minutes remaining, they began a segment on distinctive odors that are produced at specific locations on the human body. Ah! Now, that would be interesting. Of course, I don't think that the various human body odors are, in general, as obnoxious as the odors that had been previously addressed on the program but, anyway, I settled back into my chair with a sigh of anticipation. I was interested to note that they mentioned only three categories of locations on a human body, five locations if you want to count them that way, that produce distinctive odors that are specific to those locations. Those three (or five) locations are the mouth, the underarms, and the feet. An extraterrestrial alien who watched that episode of Modern Marvels, and who didn't have any other source of related information, wouldn't have the slightest clue that the strange, upright creatures who occupy this planet produce distinctive odors associated with the region where their lower limbs come together. I can see it now. The writers were working frantically, trying to meet the deadline for the episode on odors. They were near the end, chattering among themselves, tossing ideas back and forth, planning the script. Suddenly, they noticed how quiet it was. They looked up and saw that the secretaries were all watching them, hard-eyed secretaries, lips compressed, waiting, daring the writers, just daring them. By immediate, unspoken agreement, the writers skipped the groin and went directly from underarms to feet. The secretaries all heaved big sighs and went back to their typing. I can't comment on men because my admittedly limited experience has been entirely with women. Regarding women, I have, on a few rare occasions, had a brief opportunity to take note of, well, a certain fragrance that's associated with, ah, hmmm. So many words and I can't use any of them. I'm starting to feel some sympathy toward those Modern Marvels writers and I don't even have a secretary. Well, let's see. I need a term. Ah! I have it! I'll use the term that Radar O'Reilly used on that M*A*S*H episode where the woman delivered her baby on their bus and Radar exclaimed in dismay, "Oh no! I saw her fuzzy-wuzzy!" Yeah! That's it! That'll do! I can use it! Fuzzy-wuzzy! So, I've been fortunate enough to occasionally take note, regarding a woman's fuzzy-wuzzy, on a very few, very rare occasions, of a certain fragrance.... This isn't going to work. I can see that I'm not going to be able to end this article the way that I'd intended. I think that I'd best just follow the precedent already established by those Modern Marvels writers and skip directly to something else. How shall I handle this? I know. I'll end the article with some jokes. I'll completely skip what would have come next, without even a hint that anything has been omitted. So, here are some jokes. The first one is my very own joke, a Milam Original, never before told. Okay, maybe Aristotle or Benjamin Franklin said it first. I don't know. Anyway, here are some jokes. Some Jokes: How do you tell a male fish from a female fish? It's easy. On a female fish, the fuzzy-wuzzy probably smells a lot like a person. Did you hear about the woman who had a job down at the fisherman's wharf? She smelled the same all over.
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Chastity and Political Orthodoxy
An excerpt from 1984, by George Orwell She began to enlarge upon the subject. With Julia, everything came back to her own sexuality. As soon as this was touched upon in any way she was capable of great acuteness. Unlike Winston, she had grasped the inner meaning of the Party's sexual puritanism. It was not merely that the sex instinct created a world of its own which was outside the Party's control and which therefore had to be destroyed if possible. What was more important was that sexual privation induced hysteria, which was desirable because it could be transformed into war fever and leader worship. The way she put it was: "When you make love you're using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don't give a damn for anything. They can't bear you to feel like that. They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. If you're happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about Big Brother and the Three-Year Plans and the Two Minutes Hate and all the rest of their bloody rot?" That was very true, he thought. There was a direct, intimate connection between chastity and political orthodoxy. For how could the fear, the hatred, and the lunatic credulity which the Party needed in its members be kept at the right pitch except by bottling down some powerful instinct and using it as a driving force? The sex impulse was dangerous to the Party, and the Party had turned it to account. They had played a similar trick with the instinct of parenthood. The family could not actually be abolished, and, indeed, people were encouraged to be fond of their children in almost the old-fashioned way. The children, on the other hand, were systematically turned against their parents and taught to spy on them and report their deviations. The family had become in effect an extension of the Thought Police. It was a device by means of which everyone could be surrounded night and day by informers who knew him intimately. Letters to the Editor Sam, Would you care to comment on what seems to be a major threat to liberty, and one which is not on the radar screen of most libertarians — the rise of feminism. One issue is the child custody system with its denial of due process, enserfing of men to women's children (even when the fathers are other men), and cancellation of professional licenses. Another issue is the feminist attack on presumption of innocence: must-arrest domestic violence laws, rolling back of the rights of the accused in rape/sexual assault cases, getting websites shut down for "hate" (the new universal smear from the left), etc. Here's my point: much of what libertarians like to think of as repression is along the lines of things emanating from the government: drug prohibition, gun control, high (or any) taxes, asset forfeiture. etc. In the old days, the beneficiaries of repression might be a relatively small number of people in the populace: law enforcement, politicians, the heads of bureaucracies. But what feminism has done is create a huge constituency for more repression. Now, it's tens of millions of women (and some men) who depend upon government enforcement to get that child support check or put their spouse in jail. This is creating much more dangerous situations for the proponents of liberty. We are no longer fighting against a thin strata of repressive government, but a sizable sector of the populace. Any thoughts on how we can deal with this? Thanks. —Joseph, of Northridge, California
My various articles and essays on that topic are available on The Frontiersman Website, http://frontiersman.org.uk/, and on Pharos, http://pharos.org.uk/. Click the Searches button on either website and use one of the on-site search engines. The most frightening item in that collection is my short story Lady's Man. It first appeared in the April 2002 issue of the Frontiersman, on pages 3 - 5. Some additional information is available in The Sovereign's Library, http://sovereign-library.org.uk/. Go to the Directory of Writing by Sam Aurelius Milam III and find The Rise and Fall of Mere Keep. The alleged pursuit of sexual equality, by the feminists, was a lie from the beginning. All that they ever wanted was power and control over men. That's neither surprising nor new. More than 2000 years ago, Aristotle observed that it doesn't matter if women rule or if the
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Acknowledgments My thanks to the following: SantaClara Bob; Lady Jan the Voluptuous; my mother; Dewey and Betty; Carl, of Gramling, South Carolina; Joseph, of Northridge, California; and Millie, of Baltimore, Maryland. — editor
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