Dear Junior Scientists and frustrated Vitamin E vape manufacturers,
We are agricultural engineers, the "secret" branch of the people you have known for centuries as "Amish" or "Buggy Mennonite."
We are the ordinary people, and we prefer to live a certain way, and do not care to discuss our faith, as we wish to learn from you. But, some of you believe in ridiculous things, worship books or fight over what "true" is? We get busy teaching your children, because somebody who died perhaps 100 years ago was a nut, and poisoned your mind.
I know this - as a cognitive linguist and a specialist in culture and culture conflict/trigger points for world, community and family conflict.
I specialize in finding out the answer to one question: Why of all species, does man engage in predatory warfare, when surplus and want was wiped out worldwide (except during conflict) about 60 years ago.
Answer: Equal does not imply identical, and some people prefer to remain as they are, but we are welcome to visit most of them. If not, we put an educational facility with a do not disturb sign around where they live, and if they need to grow or move, we let them without question.
Migratory equatorial tribal culture, run by strong women, as men were athletes, and their tasks daily were so dangerous, only women who did not take risks that killed most men before age 40, could pass on the knowledge of the land, the people, and how to treat animals, each other, and strangers.
So, we've been studying this problem for about 112 years, but about 102 years ago, Mister Carl Bledsoe Radcliffe of Surrey, England, was in America teaching and helping design the locks for the Panama canal. He was horrified at two things - 1. Why in God's name did we not move all the local equatorial people, as hunters/gatherers cannot abide farmers, since it is easier to kill a slow fat cow than hunt a buffalo, and it is a cold night.
On cold nights, the guy coming back first with fatty meat gets to eat and sleep with, the fat girl, and her skinny daughter. On a cold night, you have to huddle together in our portable homes....
And the fat lady falls asleep...and the skinny daughter is so skilled at movement she killed a poisonous snake, at night, by sneaking up on it with a knife. She's been slipping out and trifling with boys since she discovered they would not wake her up with noisy, slippery, horrific occasional copulation with a fat neighbor who only bathed when it rains... and his hand would invariably reach between your legs and he would leer at that thin girl... and it was raining and he could see her little boy nipples and he kept telling her, as soon as the monsoon comes, Auntie goes to the church meeting and he'd make it rain her tears, but he was cumin over.
But you see, this child had blood of Egypt, for most royal egyptian mummies have both tobacco and cocaine in them in small measure - so obviously royal products worth travel and bravery, were brought back. Cocaine didn't need to be illegal till we made Columbian farmland worthless and they had to take mountain land.... huge Spanish and European and American corporations have all the good bottom land.
But that little girl had a granny who seen the soldiers come through 5X, and she had to learn to sew to fix her little sisters baby hole twice. Third time, little girl was literally in the bed, and since her older sister made such a mess of it that the soldier drug her over a barrel and didn't search the room.
But it was dark thank God and the bigger sister's aunt had made her a "Spanish Whistle" which was a sheep stomach lined with a fish head oil that made human skin warm and stayed slippery... and taught her how to tuck it so that was where that fat man's part went, and she didn't scream but the war scream of her people....
The tree bark and nettle mixture that was in that sheep stomach had a biologic equivalent of venom, and skin once exposed would never truly heal, but remain chafed and burn in warm weather - native american men did not always wear breech because they run fast, they wear them because some medicine plants were powerful enough that just breathing the smoke would make your eyes water and your lips and penis tip and rectum would never ever, stop itching and burning when you sweat.
That is the little girl we select as the Queen we send to your fair land, and in exchange for this brave warrior, who has been repaired and is as ready to be virgin as any young lad could enjoy.
We have brought two gifts, both for the King - we have her retinue of people, who shall stay and teach you our art, music and we hope, find worth within your people.
If you dislike their words, cut out their tongue, if you like not their strength, remove their man-parts, as each has been trained and selected for their mission for being part of your strength, and playing man or woman roles, alone or with your people.
Our sexuality is for breeding strength, and to be selected as a dual person honors their obvious ability to express both spirits. He/she is our hand... in your hand.... and they can participate with glee to add excitement and new pleasure to your home, or any you wish.
If a man desires women other than his wife, use our women - as we wish to mix our blood with your honored people. It the get of that union is not useful for you, in ten years, we will either accept them as your gift to us, and pay you in gold, fragrant wood or useful labor, and purchase their services.
If you choose to kill the result of union, or ban it - allow them to leave this place and live near as guards and friends of the lake, river or forest. We wish not to learn your secrets or your recipes or steal the thunder of your feet as you sing.
If you wish to keep a secret, we have two hear who cannot speak, but remember all they hear. They can be useful in council, as they are fair witness, and they are present at all conflict, whether it is judgement of a rule-breaker, or argument over property, women or vassal cattle.
Land is sacred, and we if allowed, will hold it in common with you. We refuse all gifts of land or money/property not earned through fair trade, honor in battle, or the gift of a king to his most skilled concubine. Use us - we learn from your rejection. Share with us, or at least honor us by allowing us to kill them, but it would be unwise to not fight with our warriors, or spend a few minutes in the heaven of their lifelong training in providing pleasure to all, since so many of our people are widows, and many sailors have no wife. The younger members we bring were trained to cook, clean and please men and women, who cannot be with or travel with us so often, they will never know the comfort of hearth and home.
Men are men, so the sounds of raw mating will never come from your tent - we will not steal your women, but of course, they are beautiful and strong... our desire is such we brought our own priesthood of desire. They work the fields, and in the harsh light of day they oil their skin, and the smell of their strength and the glimpse of strong thigh - the fact they do not wear but thin silk for clothing, or lace....
If the sailor has not family, then he may enjoy the flesh pleasures, often more often and with much more... variety, than a farmer. Our pleasure temple is open to all, but you will perhaps wish us to merely have a secret entrance, never gated .... you can probably find it easily.... but until daybreak you will not know who or what type of princess or prince... is unfastening your clout and freeing you from fear, shame or frustrated curiosity. If you wish, you can attend both discipline and training of our youth in selfishness, patience, and good judgement.
A 15 year old man who chooses to visit his neighbors house without permission, will be publicly stripped, whipped and pleasured by our oldest hag.... and he will know that next time, he will be used by our strongest man.
If desire is not kept in check, and used both as whip and bridle... the man never grows from the monkey mind that pulls young men into trouble, or early marriage, or often - both.
If you wish, the girl that was entertaining desires, no matter her age - must also be disciplined, and if possible immediately made large with child. We shall send her to your barracks, as long as each warrior is fit, and the strongest and most angry and indeed, not gentle men you have at hand.
If a man of our people beats his daughter, we will let him beat and mate with our wandering lasses. He will have a son or daughter, and a nursing mother is unlikely to ever mate again with a young fool.
For judging our people - use your judges. For judging yours, ours might be a good way to judge the son or daughter of a leader, for such rarely are punished to the value of crime in the family that is man.
We are agricultural engineers, the "secret" branch of the people you have known for centuries as "Amish" or "Buggy Mennonite."
We are the ordinary people, and we prefer to live a certain way, and do not care to discuss our faith, as we wish to learn from you. But, some of you believe in ridiculous things, worship books or fight over what "true" is? We get busy teaching your children, because somebody who died perhaps 100 years ago was a nut, and poisoned your mind.
I know this - as a cognitive linguist and a specialist in culture and culture conflict/trigger points for world, community and family conflict.
I specialize in finding out the answer to one question: Why of all species, does man engage in predatory warfare, when surplus and want was wiped out worldwide (except during conflict) about 60 years ago.
Answer: Equal does not imply identical, and some people prefer to remain as they are, but we are welcome to visit most of them. If not, we put an educational facility with a do not disturb sign around where they live, and if they need to grow or move, we let them without question.
Migratory equatorial tribal culture, run by strong women, as men were athletes, and their tasks daily were so dangerous, only women who did not take risks that killed most men before age 40, could pass on the knowledge of the land, the people, and how to treat animals, each other, and strangers.
So, we've been studying this problem for about 112 years, but about 102 years ago, Mister Carl Bledsoe Radcliffe of Surrey, England, was in America teaching and helping design the locks for the Panama canal. He was horrified at two things - 1. Why in God's name did we not move all the local equatorial people, as hunters/gatherers cannot abide farmers, since it is easier to kill a slow fat cow than hunt a buffalo, and it is a cold night.
On cold nights, the guy coming back first with fatty meat gets to eat and sleep with, the fat girl, and her skinny daughter. On a cold night, you have to huddle together in our portable homes....
And the fat lady falls asleep...and the skinny daughter is so skilled at movement she killed a poisonous snake, at night, by sneaking up on it with a knife. She's been slipping out and trifling with boys since she discovered they would not wake her up with noisy, slippery, horrific occasional copulation with a fat neighbor who only bathed when it rains... and his hand would invariably reach between your legs and he would leer at that thin girl... and it was raining and he could see her little boy nipples and he kept telling her, as soon as the monsoon comes, Auntie goes to the church meeting and he'd make it rain her tears, but he was cumin over.
But you see, this child had blood of Egypt, for most royal egyptian mummies have both tobacco and cocaine in them in small measure - so obviously royal products worth travel and bravery, were brought back. Cocaine didn't need to be illegal till we made Columbian farmland worthless and they had to take mountain land.... huge Spanish and European and American corporations have all the good bottom land.
But that little girl had a granny who seen the soldiers come through 5X, and she had to learn to sew to fix her little sisters baby hole twice. Third time, little girl was literally in the bed, and since her older sister made such a mess of it that the soldier drug her over a barrel and didn't search the room.
But it was dark thank God and the bigger sister's aunt had made her a "Spanish Whistle" which was a sheep stomach lined with a fish head oil that made human skin warm and stayed slippery... and taught her how to tuck it so that was where that fat man's part went, and she didn't scream but the war scream of her people....
The tree bark and nettle mixture that was in that sheep stomach had a biologic equivalent of venom, and skin once exposed would never truly heal, but remain chafed and burn in warm weather - native american men did not always wear breech because they run fast, they wear them because some medicine plants were powerful enough that just breathing the smoke would make your eyes water and your lips and penis tip and rectum would never ever, stop itching and burning when you sweat.
That is the little girl we select as the Queen we send to your fair land, and in exchange for this brave warrior, who has been repaired and is as ready to be virgin as any young lad could enjoy.
We have brought two gifts, both for the King - we have her retinue of people, who shall stay and teach you our art, music and we hope, find worth within your people.
If you dislike their words, cut out their tongue, if you like not their strength, remove their man-parts, as each has been trained and selected for their mission for being part of your strength, and playing man or woman roles, alone or with your people.
Our sexuality is for breeding strength, and to be selected as a dual person honors their obvious ability to express both spirits. He/she is our hand... in your hand.... and they can participate with glee to add excitement and new pleasure to your home, or any you wish.
If a man desires women other than his wife, use our women - as we wish to mix our blood with your honored people. It the get of that union is not useful for you, in ten years, we will either accept them as your gift to us, and pay you in gold, fragrant wood or useful labor, and purchase their services.
If you choose to kill the result of union, or ban it - allow them to leave this place and live near as guards and friends of the lake, river or forest. We wish not to learn your secrets or your recipes or steal the thunder of your feet as you sing.
If you wish to keep a secret, we have two hear who cannot speak, but remember all they hear. They can be useful in council, as they are fair witness, and they are present at all conflict, whether it is judgement of a rule-breaker, or argument over property, women or vassal cattle.
Land is sacred, and we if allowed, will hold it in common with you. We refuse all gifts of land or money/property not earned through fair trade, honor in battle, or the gift of a king to his most skilled concubine. Use us - we learn from your rejection. Share with us, or at least honor us by allowing us to kill them, but it would be unwise to not fight with our warriors, or spend a few minutes in the heaven of their lifelong training in providing pleasure to all, since so many of our people are widows, and many sailors have no wife. The younger members we bring were trained to cook, clean and please men and women, who cannot be with or travel with us so often, they will never know the comfort of hearth and home.
Men are men, so the sounds of raw mating will never come from your tent - we will not steal your women, but of course, they are beautiful and strong... our desire is such we brought our own priesthood of desire. They work the fields, and in the harsh light of day they oil their skin, and the smell of their strength and the glimpse of strong thigh - the fact they do not wear but thin silk for clothing, or lace....
If the sailor has not family, then he may enjoy the flesh pleasures, often more often and with much more... variety, than a farmer. Our pleasure temple is open to all, but you will perhaps wish us to merely have a secret entrance, never gated .... you can probably find it easily.... but until daybreak you will not know who or what type of princess or prince... is unfastening your clout and freeing you from fear, shame or frustrated curiosity. If you wish, you can attend both discipline and training of our youth in selfishness, patience, and good judgement.
A 15 year old man who chooses to visit his neighbors house without permission, will be publicly stripped, whipped and pleasured by our oldest hag.... and he will know that next time, he will be used by our strongest man.
If desire is not kept in check, and used both as whip and bridle... the man never grows from the monkey mind that pulls young men into trouble, or early marriage, or often - both.
If you wish, the girl that was entertaining desires, no matter her age - must also be disciplined, and if possible immediately made large with child. We shall send her to your barracks, as long as each warrior is fit, and the strongest and most angry and indeed, not gentle men you have at hand.
If a man of our people beats his daughter, we will let him beat and mate with our wandering lasses. He will have a son or daughter, and a nursing mother is unlikely to ever mate again with a young fool.
For judging our people - use your judges. For judging yours, ours might be a good way to judge the son or daughter of a leader, for such rarely are punished to the value of crime in the family that is man.
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