History (and idiots too dumb to read or heed it) explains the Baby Boom/Feminism's outrageous divorce rate - and the destruction it's wrought - after establishing their "love the one you're with" society:

"How does lust affect the way we think about people?

In 1780, Immanuel Kant wrote that 'sexual love makes of the loved person an Object of appetite.' And after that appetite is sated? The loved one, Kant explained, 'is cast aside as one casts away a lemon which has been sucked dry.'”

Hippies - their "open-mindedness" ensured this future,...

 

"War-weary Americans and their distracted political leaders are less interested in responsibilities overseas, creating a vacuum of international leadership. But for better and for worse, neither China nor anyone else appears ready and able to fill America’s superpower shoes."

New Wave artists aging gracefully. An 80′s world gone by…

Even quacks must have free speech

Study: Casual Sex Might Be Making Teenagers Sad

9 Reasons 'Hookup Culture' Hurts Boys Too

Women are 'hard-wired' to regret casual flings - but men only regret NOT having them, study reveals

70% now think it is wrong for married people to stray

Michele Bachmann: ‘If God Wanted Everyone To Have Insurance, Why Did He Invent Miracles?’

Look at the poor guy's eyes,...

"Only 40% of women orgasm during casual sex, compared to 80% of men."

"Now, in his explosive autobiography, Mike Tyson: Undisputed Truth, published today, he has revealed that he spent the weeks leading up to that sentencing, traveling round the country ‘romancing’ his various girlfriends. 

And where legal measures had let him down he had turned to ‘divine intervention,’ to bring him a light sentence. He visited a, ‘hoodoo woman’ who said she would cast a spell to keep him out of jail if he put five hundred dollar bills in a jar, urinated in it and kept it under his bed for three days. 

He sought out a voodoo priest who turned out to be a fraud, ‘I knew that guy had nothing,’ he recalls.

And he followed the instructions of a Santeria priest – going to the courthouse one night with a pigeon and an egg which he dropped on the ground as the bird was release and he yelled. ‘We’re free!’

He almost believed it would work. Because he felt invincible. ‘In my mind,’ he says, ‘I had no peers. I was the youngest heavyweight champion in the history of boxing. I was a titan, the reincarnation of Alexander the Great.’

He was sentenced to six years and served three."

"I wonder if you and Sandy thought about how cruel it was to John to lead him to think that all of you were a happy (if strangely occasional) family during the years you were illicitly getting together. So now John is collateral damage. Here's a rule for cheating: Have sex with your lover, and leave the kids out of it. Instead, Sandy allowed you to be a surrogate father for her son, all the while surely thinking your emotional tie to him would draw you closer to her. You apparently were unable to imagine the likely scenario that your wife would stumble on your secret, and so promised John you would always care for him. Poor John that two such deluded people are his mother and 'father.'

Now you say your wife is the villain,..."

“Meet Nadia Bloz-Weber: Former Comic, Drug User Who Was "sleeping around", Now a Progressive Pastor”

"Gore Vidal's nephew and half-sister claim the celebrated writer was a pedophile who carried out 'Jerry Sandusky acts' on underage boys as they challenge his $37 million will”

When the appointed registrar comes back in the room, he greets us with a pitiful shake of the head. “Oh no, you really missed all the good stuff,” he says. Ross and I look at each other. The “good stuff” is pretty famous, though we will all not refer to it directly for the next couple of days. The good stuff, according to Raëlian infidels, is not so much what you might call a “seminar” as what you might call “an orgy.” Stories abound of people getting naked in the seminars, massaging their genitals until they come, while onlookers try to pretend they aren’t onlooking. The “good stuff” allegedly means dressing up as the opposite sex (not the opposite sex from the one you were born with, which would be too banal a request, but opposite the one you go by in your everyday life, so for the trans-folks, it’s back to the identity you spent most of your life sloughing off, I suppose)—dressing up as the opposite sex and having a dance. Yes, a dance, the prom kind. Rumor has it these dances typically lead to everyone, save the minors, sleeping around. When Ross and I ask about the dances in our meetings, they all gaze at each other secretively and longingly. There were many times when I wanted to ask, “Should I leave you alone?”

“Pupils told me that during drama classes Miss Black would talk about sex and she turned the lessons on to a sexual theme. 

She said she wanted to cheat on her fiancé once before getting married and that she fantasised about having sex on a table in the drama class.

They played a game called I Have Never where she would ask them things [about sex]. She would then get the pupils to act out the acts in question.”

“Leader of sinister cult that carried out orgies in the presence of children is jailed in Russia for making youngsters worship sexual promiscuity”

Notice getting away, from who they'd dedicated their lives to, comes first:

'Women's love lives get better with age': Joy of Sex author says divorced middle-aged women can enjoy full and active sex lives denied to previous generations

Women being disgusting - and not just looking it - is now a given,...

 

A few weeks ago we published what turned out to be a controversial article, questioning the ethics of sexual relationships between yoga students and yoga teachers and presenting an alternative, yet respectful and well-argumented view on the subject.

  The feedback we received from many people in the yoga community, was to say the least, surprisingly angry, under often hateful, degrading and insulting comments, emails as well as other disrespectful and accusatory open responses published online that clearly misunderstood, in our opinion, the point being made by the author.

Fixed up on a blind date with a handsome but nerdy legal secretary named Tim (Tommy Davidson), Woo is a nasty teasing bundle of free-floating hostility who uses sex as a weapon and gleefully humiliates her date just for the fun of it. Woo has agreed to go out with Tim because her gender-bending astrologer, Celestrial (Girlina), has told her that tonight is the night she will meet her true love.

Participating in a crime together offered its own form of intimacy.

Dark alleys leading down dark alleys. Turn back now:

"A person who shits on the kitchen floor because it gives them erotic pleasure and a person who shits on the kitchen floor to ward off the demons living in the cupboard are both shunted into the diagnostic category of encopresis. It’s not just that their thought-process don’t matter, it’s as if they don’t exist. The human being is a web of flesh spun over a void."

Saying it's wrong doesn't condescend or deny our humanity. 

So (again and still) fuck "you can believe what you want to believe"...