Thursday, July 30, 2015

Social Justice...!

It is the structure of the construct: You might think that you are in control or maybe on the fast -track
to 'trumping' out your cohort -one for the Donald. So! How about it: if we look at the situation from your point of view; "out and about" should be the name of it. Because you are the product of your family's wealth, or lack thereof. Now let's look at the difference between being a member of your school's alumni because you graduated or attended, what ever the arrangements are. You are a member of a union of people. Now if you did not attend school, you are not a member of anything remotely closed to a union of people; this is why the criminal justice system has been rolled over into the private sector. Yes! As the wealth keeps floating up to the top tier to do with as they wish; and as they say in that neighborhood, "I can't see it from my house." Think about the idea that yesterday's middle class is today's common class; this is where they will harvest their felon class to fill their prisons so that their share holders will make a profit. Remember! It's a duty of the corporation to maximize profit for the good of the shareholder. It's all about the revolving door felons are our crop to harvest and capitalize upon; felon equal profit on the corporate balance sheet, its bottom line. Social justice "should" be your bottom line. There is nothing more grass roots than unionizing from the bottom line. Coming together on the effects of prisons on an individual's psyche. I know from personal experiences because, in my case, the me that went into prison, died in prison, because of fear. Yes! I was frightened to death; I came out of prison with a bull's eye stamped on my body informing the crazies that if you have to fuck with anyone -fuck me. Side bar: In SC, about a year and a half ago I was on someone's hit list. He got caught only after he killed his first person on his list; it could have been me. There is no recourse. Therefore! At this point the key to understanding is to  Think without anger. 

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

To pee or not to pee...!

This is all about taking my morning walk. I have two possibilities when I'm walking: first in Charleston, SC I walk from my condominium on the Ashley river through Wagener Terrace until I get to the Citadel and Hampton Park where I walk around three times and head home again. So I have to pee before I leave the house because there are no pee spots along the way. Now one of my problems is old -age, meaning I seem to pee all the time, like waking up several  times each night. So, to me -peeing in Charleston, SC is another way that civilization has found to keep me in check. Now when I'm in the NC foothills and I need to pee, I can just pee. Yes, I'm talking about walking out of the house, going down the driveway until I hit North Fork Lane, hook a left and go on down to the gate; well, this is about a 1/2 mile. But it's just me and the trees; they do not care if I pee along side of road; that is what the side of the road is for anyway. Anyway! The point of this exercise is simply this: You 'should' be seriously pissed off; but you are not because you do not know; so let me lay it out to you. I was listening to Charlie Rose doing an interview with someone that Charlie respects. They are talking about job creation and to me the most important statement was that about 85 people have more wealth than the accumulated wealth divided up amongst the rest of mankind. He said that they just might fit in the studio where the interview was being recorded. Now I might admit that I could have misunderstood the speaker's rhetoric. Yet, he also said that # 1,300,000 children walk out of school  each and every day; they are not sure where they are going to sleep that night. People need to wake up to the idea of unionizing labor as a business on behalf of business, not on behalf of 85 of society's most elite so that they can play water -sports all over your place in the sun. Never the less, the moment you walked away from the union was the day that you roiled over like the family pet. They let you be in the 'dog-eat-dog' world because you really think that you are an independent thinker. Right! Because this country is buying into the right to work state, you live payday to payday in the hope that your chance will come; you will find that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Please! wake up from your nightmare remembering that it was the unions of the past that let the tempo of the middle-class create the great society. So! Now! I hope you catch my drift: you are all walking around the foothills peeing along side of the road because you cannot afford to purchase a home in Charleston, SC where you can walk out the front door to take a long walk because you are hooked up to a pee catcher dangling down your trouser's leg. SC is a right to work state; as such, it does not give a flaming fuck about pissing you off.  It's all about power. The idea behind the union is power; it's the construct of power. Union is power because it's the structure which determines the experience. Now! Remember you can always keep your head up your ass or buried in the belief that you will get your reward in another life; please, think about living in this life so that you can help advance your species forward, not crawling around on your knees hoping that someone who has a position will recognize your value. At that point, you may become a liability to your supervisor -losing another pissing match.


If the name of the game is therapy, Machiavelli is a good mentor. He believed that you needed to see the truth of that which 'is' - know what the meaning of 'is' is so that you can influence it with your power, energy & time. So! Therapy is all about deconstructing the situation, finding out how you acted then, in the past, when your brain was forming. Machiavelli was all about the truth.  Others might have said "Do not allow the forest to get in the way of the tree; for it is the tree from where the forest comes; for without the tree, there is no forest." It is all about knowing the environment, the small family of origin, home -life, neighborhood, school and other opportunities. These pieces form the personality. "...To thy own self be truthful...." It is hard because of the irony between my father and me. I got what he wanted; yet I did not want it; I got drafted, 1964.  He -on the other hand- wanted to go off to fight in the 'good war.' But the military denied him entry because he had to take care of me since he drove my mother into attempting suicide. She ended up in psychiatric care in the early 40's; it was a living hell. When she was released, she was like the walking dead waiting to be buried.  My father's and my relationship was based upon the war movies as a metaphor - he was John Wayne; I could be the "Jap" in the war movie -battles that he did not get a chance to fight in. Yes! Father wanted to go off to the good war against Japan & Germany with the rest of the guys, and be one of the guys who would come home, get all of those benefits from the G.I. Bill.  But! It never happened that way for Bill Smith. No! He could not be the man he wanted to be because he had to take care of 'me'.You Know! Mother was pregnant with me when the 'war of the world' broke out, December,1941. I came on the scene in March.  Shortly thereafter my mother placed me into a basket in the gas oven which she turned on as a way of freeing him from any obligation - therefore, allowing him the opportunity to serve in the good war against Japan & Germany. And if he survived he would get the G.I. Bill. too! Side bar: He was one of four brothers in his family; he was sacrificed for the good of the service; I was one of four siblings in his family; he sacrificed me for the good of the service. So! You see he was one of four male siblings; three went to war and came home to the G.I. Bill. As they say, "those were the days my friend...."Home was not a safe place to be for 'me' so I stayed on the streets as long as I could before going home hoping that things would be different, roaming for hours on the street. But they never were. I did not belong; I was out of place. If you don't fit in, you will be eaten alive. So I chose to roam.

Friday, July 24, 2015

State of equilibrium...!

 So what does it take to get someone's attention when they are otherwise engaged. Maybe, like your wife. or any wife, my wife. No! Let's play it safe and say the generalized other's wife. OK! Good! I only speak one language when I'm around the house; but the wife has in her quiver many languages with piercing tips that serve to distort my understanding of what I'm trying to put forward. But, with the generalized other there are even more languages being synthesized. For example, it is like the Blog that I put out yesterday wherein I stated that I received a section 8 when discharged from the military, which my wife would agree with anyway but some readers could not believe. The Section 8 clause is "for the good of the service." Now! It is true that the military feels that if they cannot contain you that there is something wrong with you. In my case everything was wrong because I was 21 years old; I had been in school; I had a full time job as an office manager for the Meadow's in Framingham, Ma.; I had a girl that I loved & was engaged too when the Draft call came down from the powers that be. So, I end up in the Air Force, stationed in Peshawar, West Pakistan holding on to my dick in the one hand, and a 'dear john' letter in the other hand. Fucking A! You are right on if you think that I'm pissed. So, I go native in tribal territory; the powers that be do not understand what is going on. Side bar: I'm the guy who comes from the streets of Waltham, Ma. There it is not much different from the streets of Peshawar; it's dog eat dog for the scraps flowing downward from the top. Think Reagan & the 'trickle down theory,' there I was a street kid with street smarts working the Biblical streets from the old British Empire. Yes! When I was there, Pakistan was only 20 years old, where as Peshawar had been on the boarder with Afghanistan. It's the Kyber Pass between Kabul, Afghanistan & Peshawar, West Pakistan, forever. Plus! They gave me a gun to protect their secrets from falling into the wrong hands; as I made my way from the installation -government hideout- to the airport just on the edge of town. This is where I hocked up with P.I.A airlines heading to Rawalpindi or Karachi. You Know! Traveling through tribal territory carrying classified government documents along with the mail; Just yours truly & a colt 45 government issue as well as a 38 revolver. It got so bad that the military thought that I was C.I.A. undercover as an enlisted airman. What is the point? Well from Peshawar I went to Paris,France. While there, I got married and played around on the streets at nights. Yes! The streets of Paris 1966/68 were for me the right touch of hope; they too were in their 20's, the first generation coming into life; it was their family's resurrection too. Recap! 20years after world war two, I was serving in Pakistan, the country was only 20 years old due to being separated from India, 1945.  I played around in Karachi as well; it was the capital at that time right on the Indian ocean. Now the capital is in Islamabad. It is all about believing in Numbers. I met the generation from two separate parts of the world when I was in my 20's, as they were in their respective 20's, Believe me when I say that I know what it is like to be pissing in the wind. Now! my wife on the other hand could be explained if she were from Roswell, New Mexico where many aliens resides, sort of speaking in tongues. It's so out of "space" there; I know because I too had an adventure playing around with the Devil; but that is another story. 

Thursday, July 23, 2015


There seems to me that there are many people 'out & about' who believe in the value of numbers; numerology might come to mind. I was also thinking of the number attached to the 'beast' lurking around on the dark side of midnight. Maybe even myself - South Carolina has tagged me with -666 in the sheriff's office in Charleston County. So, I'm wondering who else out there is tagged with the number of the beast? You know! There could be, maybe 10 other people in the state of SC with this number 666; Yes! If I could gather them all up criss-crossing the country there could be, maybe 500 or so individuals being branded with the sign of the beast. Now! each sheriff's office most likely uses a number system as well, just like the the federal government does. For example, when I was drafted into the military back in the 60's, I was given a number, 1*4*5*96. Then they discharged me with another number; yes! Indeed under section -8 because I did not fall in love with the military service. It was an honorable discharge back into the cesspool of life. So, where does that leave me? Well maybe it leaves me up the creek without the proverbial paddle. OK! Between -when push comes to shove- it is force, effort. This force has nothing to do with how you respect or disrespect another it has nothing to do with the object of your concern; this is all about projecting your own hidden dark-side upon another so as to remove any public shame upon yourself. OK! Fore example, prejudice flowing just below the surface because of your socialization; what do I mean? Follow along with this scenario: So, when I say 'hooker' referring to a prostitute, it is just slang. Now today everybody uses the term 'hook -up', meaning everything or anything two or more individuals can agree upon as a pleasurable way to pass time together, could come to mind. So when I say that I was with a 'hooker' that day; that day refers to a particular day along the grand stand. I'm saying it is because she and I agreed that I could cover the expenses so that she could share the afternoon with me. To me it was a win-win situation for both of us. Anyway! I got the better end of the deal because it was my idea to invite her over to share my table. A little bit of a side bar: my table is in the corral which I helped to build; the ladies just walk right in -sit right down because it was right across the street from the infamous Mother Fletcher's on 8th ave. n. Myrtle Beach, SC: Bodo's to be exact. Yes! I helped to build the corral in front of Bodo's so that we could have outside seating. Yes! I was involved with life; that is to say, I was actively working to promote the beach by advertising on the Domino Pizza box which you got when you ordered a Domino's pizza; right, it was my flyer popping up in every hotel & motel room along the Grand Strand. Why! You might ask:  because I was offering the time share owners a way to directly sell their membership to the consumer, the Myrtle Beach tourist. Now these were discounted, some as much as 50%, meaning the deal was so hot, the competition had a contract -of- sorts on me to drive me out of town. They won; I lost. I say that because at that moment, their possibilities, I was so viable; it was a 'win win' for the consumer; truth in advertising. But! I went up against the establishment you see and got my nuts cut off because the problem with business is that the consumer is to be consumed, eaten. Why were they so entitled! Because I was a disruption to the status quo.


Sunday, July 19, 2015


I'm not like most folks because I live in my head; where you all live in the real world. You see I know that you do not live on Fantasy island because I'm the only one living here. Yes! The problem with the 'cookie cutter' model is simple; the solution is another matter. Regardless, once you make the "cookie;" shelf life comes into play -effect. The point is this; there is so much mischief in the brain's mind. For example, society was convinced that the 30 (thirty) year model would work, you worked for the same company, you get pensioned out, then learned that their pension programs had a shelf -life problem. The best model for the bottom up feeder is with unionizing. Now, let's compare the way the Western powers treated its own citizens with those of the Middle East: Western powers got Corporations that fleeced its workers -labor unions losing influence- as well as its stock holders -2008 stock market crash. The Middle East -Ottoman Empire-got partitioned into State Actors. Between the power brokers -Courtiers- from the new State Actors. And! The Western powers fleeced the citizens of the land, Middle East. Yet there is hope for the future because the Middle East does not have a shelf -life problem; it was never made into a cookie. The Western Powers have, since the times of the Holly Roman Empire, disturbed the Middle Eastern ingredients so that no fortune would fall out of the cookie -Chinese fortune cookie with one fortune inside to read. But! It's not a cookie; it's a culture rich in its own history; it understands that their problems all stem from the shelf -file problem of others, their commitments. Western life style is all about passing along one's DNA. DNA is all about remembering your history, its codes. Western Powers are notoriously absent about paying their child support payments. They planted many seeds; they created many bastards; they never understood the value of socialization because as the carpenter said to his mate, "I cannot see it from my house" with its poorly constructed governments, its deep pockets of resources to tap into. Now! the folly of the Western fantasy today is that it knows that you are again eating away at its carcass, resources. Coming into dine are the Russians, Chinese, Europeans, Americans, etc. - all having a negative history with their behavior over resources and distribution. Yet!  These powers have never repented for their greed or shortsightedness. Fore example, the Middle Eastern mind knows that the Western Powers knew that they were stacking the deck in the favor of the western powers, not the Middle Easterner's Mind. Another way to look at this is this: The labor of the Slave trade, its subsequent wealth went to the western powers, not the enslaved community of African peoples. Yes! When the Westerner powers show up with their slicers & deicers, history tells us that it is not preparation stupid; it is preparation -H; for, the powers to be are running a 'train' on its authenticity; it's just another gang -bang western style.  comment: 

Saturday, July 18, 2015


When you smoke 'pot' something happens to your way of seeing a thought; all of a sudden you are the thought; it makes you feel good too. You can touch something in that moment; you come into confluence; you relate totally to it; you can visualize it because it is "its" it. yes! you can toy with it too. This way you discover diversity to pleasure around your it. You know -discerning all the peripheral nuances buzzing about your mind. For example, what does it feel like to be dormant: It feels like me. Think about it this way: as the differences between effect & affect: when you are dormant because of how you were effected. So now, when in life its affect becomes its effect because now it's your emotions due to interacting with others. Shit! This is when you end up taking that first "drink" hoping that your affect will feel the effect of the alcohol and go dormant. But you wake up from its effect, therefore running havoc on Effects' day. Now! think about resistance, the force to overcome. You compete against your own thoughts; it's a learning process. As such, you recognize it - stop accommodating it -better to assimilate it, make it your own. You can always feel as if resistance is nothing more than the "family skeleton" lurking out and about. Otherwise you sit on the front porch watching the carpenter -bee bore holes into your house; with the hole just finished, its sawdust comes down in the form of snow like flakes falling from the sky.  My porch faces the forest of trees with their many greens blending through out. The bumble bee's activities show up quite nicely against the forest's green. Maybe it is depression from repressing something of its effect: Imagine being a white  -cracker falling asleep, dreaming his nightly nite mare where he finds himself as a black lesbian hooker turning tricks for the white crackers patronizing the watering holes along the Grand Strand; while there, he  finds that he is pounding on himself in such a deviant way that his morning wake up call finds surprising evidence in a wet-dream.  

Thursday, July 16, 2015


I know it when I see it:  this is the catch all phrase or word -string uttered or articulated when the nude is portrayed. The funny thing about it, to me, is that on the whole no one seems to be able to operationally define pornography. Now! I believe that is because there seems to be a wide range of views depending upon whether it is in the bed -room or the living -room; rather like, are you in the "closet" or not about your rapture over sexuality. Yes! It is said that there is a different consensus met when the "nude" body is being observed by a man or a woman. But! Pornography has to do with the "law;" otherwise, there would be no issue. Depending on how the law is written, in conjunction with or without its affect upon the defendant, pornographer. This is a slippery -slope for it is for concluded that you are guilty until proven otherwise. It's the manipulation of the masses to rein in their own sexual standards, complying with the herd, not some "heifer" who is f***ing the Bull. OK!  For the Donald! So, what is wrong with this picture is simple, not what you think it should be, or want it to be; remember what Clinton said, "it depends on the meaning of is." My point is this: who ever controls "is" distorts the law for those whom gave him his authority. So! This is the point: It is the system which is pornographic because its citizens are not all treated as equals; but, rather depending on how much influence you can bring to bear upon it. Yes! It is true: most of our prisons are filled up with those who grew up in an impoverished family. These are the minorities who have not the means to represent themselves through a private attorney of their choosing. Rather, they must get assistance through the so called "public defenders" program which will assign you an individual whose job it is is to get you to come to some form of "plea bargain" because this is what the STATE wants. Otherwise, you face the overwhelming onslaught of its resources, its rogue prosecutors. You know! Simply because you have a camera & an imagination, yes it is your creativity that they want to keep in check; you could say that you are a pornographer if the prosecutor has a dirty mind; it is their projections which are being vomited upon the individual -creating a canvas of shame.  Comment:  

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Altruism: by definition means.

I'm just wanting to say to you that her tee -rose looking ass hole is so very beautiful. Thank you for allowing me this opportunity; I mean this privilege of viewing her picture: Now! I know that you did not post on C/L for a "magician."  Please consider this as an opportunity: If in the future, you would like to see a master work her body for you? Only! So that, you could bring on the action. I'm just getting her body ready to play for you: I was introduced to a primitive form of massage when I was serving with the military in Peshawar, West Pakistan, 1964/65. Those were the days when I was serious about looking for the truth. While there, they taught me that it is all in the body, bring the mind back into the body because 4/5 of your possibilities are housed there; It was all in the body; 4 of your 5 senses are of the body. Your body is tactile in nature; its largest organ is its skin; touching controls sexuality. You come anew in its taste; the pleasure of its scent punctuates your smelling. The rapture of its sounds in listening, hearing, feeling. Now let me show you how to play with these 4 pieces, freeing her to be part of its pleasure. And of cause that is your theater to control. So, here is the question I'm postulating to you the reader of this sally. Imagine that, you posted these pictures yourself on C/L. As someone looking for a young player to join him and his wife in sexual pleasure. Only! I pop up and suggest that you bring me along so that I can tend to your wife's body while she waits on you to bring home the beacon, that young juicy piece for lusting over, even trickling, twirling, swirling over. I'm all about preregistration: setting the stage for its performance, your wife's body needs to be relaxed for this performance. So that she can bring about its fruition upon this sexual stage of yours. Her body needs to be limber; there are so many twists and turns needed to attain those pleasures. She want to be ready for you, Daddy, when you bring home the beacon, that juicy piece of youth. Now! Would you just maybe e-me for cause? Because, what do you have to lose? "Nothing, for sure" is what I always respond with for the fantasy of Craig's list is that you can be anyone that you wish to be. It's one of life's cesspools -a quagmire where you go undetected. You project your desire out into the unknown; you never know how it will relate to your projections, hopes for sexual desire. Fuck! You can even buy a refrigerator on C/L 

Thursday, July 9, 2015


I had to get to the front gate this morning because the guy from Terminix was coming to check on the house: I had to make sure that the gate was open by 10 o'clock. Now, it is about 1/4 of a mile to the gate & another 3/4 of a mile to the bridge. It was here at the bridge that I notice how the sunflower settled into its own niche right along side of the mailboxes.At this point, I had the sense that this is a physical world; there fore, it is all about occupying space. The manner in which you personally displace space. Just like the sunflower. Now I will admit that it is a very pleasant walk to the mailboxes: walking down my drive to the road I pass the Mountain Laurel backed up by the Pine & Oak trees. this journey through the trees is very mellow; yet, so robust, filled with fresh oxygen through photosynthesis. I just love being around these many trees; because of them, it's just a gradual downward sally to the gate. Now from the gate to the bridge: it's half hard pack road & half black top road which is maintained by the town; I just follow the hard pack portion of the road. It is called North Fork Lane. The hill side is filled with trees that are large, small and many between. If you open up your mind's imagination, you could see the hill side cleared and a vineyard flourishing there in its place. The land's gently rolling slope is ideal for growing grapes; but instead, it's the water flowing under the surface of the land that is being capitalized upon. So, turning with the road, you come to the water's tap; this is where the bright, shiny steel truck hocks up to the hillside's water tap: fresh water to be bottled & sold, free market capitalism. Walking past the water's tap, the road opens up along the side of Christian Creek whose water flows under the bridge. Plus, this is where my neighbor has set up a place for his family to relax and enjoy one another's company. The rocks were moved out of the way so that there would be a wading pool of water several feet deep, continuously being turned over by the brook's descending flow, allowing the family to bath in the shade of the old tree's limbs. From this point,  you can see the mailboxes by the bridge; but yet, not the sunflower nestled within the mailboxes. Oh! yes, the creek is singing out; it's the sound of music. It's in this intersection of time & space that the sunflower & I found each other.             

Monday, July 6, 2015


Change! Yes, it is my hair again : I  have to do something, expressing myself so that others can identify me, style. You see, my hair is bitchy; it is getting in my way. OK! I'm open to a new look; but I'm not sure about how much of my hair I'm going to cut off. I'm thinking somewhere around my neck & shoulder line, the base of my neck, maybe. This is all I know so far because it seems to me that I'm looking at hair styles preferred by women, but my hair is too thin to pull that off. So! This is my situation: change. Maybe half way down my neck or half way up my neck, there about. Split down the middle too, I will run the path of my hair. I definitely do not want to emulate The Donald. No! Mr Trump has his very own & quite unique style which he owns out right. No! I would never want to embarrass him through imitation. Now, when I say that I need a new look, I say it because I scare myself when I look into the mirror at bed time; I'm doing my teeth right in front of the f***ing mirror. Plus, my wife makes me put my hair up in a tail; because otherwise, she is embarrassed over it -I want the freedom to discern previously unseen patterns in my life. What will happen to my memories when I cut my hair? When I look into the mirror who will I see looking back at me? Will I be me or will I be a budding rock-star?  Yes, it's me - I recognize those hazel eyes,; my Irish eyes are smiling back at me, you know. But, will you be the same to the new me? Change is a scary thing some times; what do you think?

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Cafe dream...

" I have a dream." If someone wanted to sponsor me, for what ever reason, it could be as simple as wanting to give back to your community for the shake of fostering a more familial concept.  I would consent because it would be spreading me out & about; where, I could gather freely from a more inclusive environment. It is also true that I would be open about mentoring because the relationship is more tactile do to their interaction; mentoring is a more hands-on approach; its advice is -we over I- in nature to nurture & foster trust as their stage of ideas unfurls in the mind's of the intended. I once had a relationship like that. I was living in Boston, Mass back in the 70's. Bernie open it up for me - served it to me as if he were serving up a tray of sweet oysters on the half-shell. He knew everyone that you needed to know; Bernie the door opener knew it all. He shared his 'access' with me; he let me in so that I could learn how to get the most out of the derivative: Ideas are all about their future validity, cash flow. Yes! The mentor is all about helping you to fail so that you can learn its lesson; failure can be the beginning step to tomorrow's success; you can learn from the experience if you open up yourself to new opportunities; that way you can reconstruct your options to better serve your needs. You Know! Mentoring: It's a relationship about reciprocity; anyway, you can look at me as if I were "eye candy" or "soul food" it's your choice -Bon apetite!          

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Mack the "shiv"
Sex is a good way to get someone's attention! That said, let's play with our imagination and go back in time to the 16th century. Imagine how they might have looked at each other.  Machiavelli the adviser offering Lorenzo De Medici, the Prince, some free advise. "It seems to me more appropriate to pursue the effectual truth of the matter rather than its imagined one;" because, when questioned upon fear or love, he said, "It is best to be both loved and feared." It's situational, you know; but fear bumps love for safety's sake because "it is better to be feared than loved" when imposing your self upon others; as you might surmise in the criminal justice system; prison uses any means necessary, how ever unprincipled, to win control over the sexual tension floating like a spider's web connecting its inhabitants. Imagine living on the spider's web as it spins out of control by the very effects influencing it because sex has to do with the meaning of "is" according to President Clinton who holds the same stage as Lorenzo De Medici! For example, as a tutor, I was sitting in the library(as it was one of my duties in prison), when this guy sat down. Through conversation it came out that his belief about the boys that he protected had their own rhythm because he knew that each day one of those boy's will have a very big "shit" leaving his hole ready and tacitly willing for him to fill it up; he swears by it because these boys do indeed offer up their shit, sequentially, moving across the spider's web. So, sex is all about control over the "quid pro quo," where it is the gate keeper who controls access to needs, addictions. Please! how do you give into addiction so that you can gain a niche. How do you get away from yourself when you lack the skills to traverse the oncoming traffic. Life is moving in on you like running the mogul fields as you come down the mountain's side of descent. So! It's how you handle yourself in the prevailing situations, approaching pathways of fear, joy, disgust, or sadness as you shift from one mode to another like the skier approaching moguls to ride in and out of going down the mountain's slope. So, according to Machiavelli it is about how you handle yourself around the mogul; it is the difference between a fair or great run down the mountain's slopes. And, by the way, Machiavelli's understanding of the effect-jive about truth- has held the test of time, political wasteland.