Monday, February 24, 2014
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
An Example Of When Rules Become Stupidity
You were wearing a cloth diaper sewn onto you when you were brought here. We were told you should never be without it or one like it for the rest of your days. Since we couldn't keep sewing you sealed into one we just made your locked bodysuit to go over a disposeable and we've kept you locked up in diapers ever since. Just because you're conscious now and aware of your surroundings and in control of your bowels again doesn't mean you stop being in diapers. An order has to come from those that started you in them in the first place before you are free from your confinement in them. Sorry! That's the rules! No you can't have privileges like the others,you're in diapers and you have to stay in and take a 1:00 half hour nap...That's the rules. Rules are you go out as a group, you go for bus rides for picnic or some movie then it's right back here for a change and your after activity snack. Until you're out of diapers you can't have privileges:you can't feed yourself and you can't get your own drink,you have to ask then wait to be serviced,and we'll restrain you if necessary to enforce the rules.
NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE NOTICE
TO GOOGLE And to all Advertisers
I have an outright and bitter hatred of and for advertising in most all forms that exist because advertising drives up costs to consumers and inundates the various forms of medias such that "Movies" on TV are ruined from their original publishing and dvd's are altered from their original forms and advertisers seem to place themselves above and before the rights and peaceful enjoyment of the consumers.
Therefore I will not consent and do not consent to advertisements anywhere on my BLOGS Period.
May-be when hospitals start subtracting the costs for those tubes of blood they get from patients off medical bills plus credit for pain and suffering caused my medications and the nurses jabbing nerves in our arms instead of veins and stop charging more than 50.00 0r 60.00 for a night's stay in a hospital room....
May-be then I may consider allowing advertisement. But only "May-be"
Thank You
Sincerely, Paul Eldridge
TO GOOGLE And to all Advertisers
I have an outright and bitter hatred of and for advertising in most all forms that exist because advertising drives up costs to consumers and inundates the various forms of medias such that "Movies" on TV are ruined from their original publishing and dvd's are altered from their original forms and advertisers seem to place themselves above and before the rights and peaceful enjoyment of the consumers.
Therefore I will not consent and do not consent to advertisements anywhere on my BLOGS Period.
May-be when hospitals start subtracting the costs for those tubes of blood they get from patients off medical bills plus credit for pain and suffering caused my medications and the nurses jabbing nerves in our arms instead of veins and stop charging more than 50.00 0r 60.00 for a night's stay in a hospital room....
May-be then I may consider allowing advertisement. But only "May-be"
Thank You
Sincerely, Paul Eldridge
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Saturday, February 1, 2014
I hope you'll read this all the way through as You will have needed to in order to see my point of objective.
IN THE MIDST OF OUR SOCIETY By Paul
The sun is hot today. My head weighs a ton with this helmet thing strapped on over my blindfold and
locked pacifier gag he'd jammed in my mouth, then pumped it up. I'm lucky if I can uuummmmph! let
alone breathe. I feel myself drooling because of this gag I can't stop.
I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm weak.
My hands are handcuffed behind me.
All I have on is this dancing unitard of a kind, that zips up in back of me and fits skin tight.
My shoes are leather dance slippers with locking straps fastened about my feet and shins
My unitard and slippers are bright yellow he tells me, making me easily spotted
I'm dirty and I smell awful with all the sweating I've been doing.
He's been leading me across an open plain out in Nevada where landscape stretches for miles.
I've tripped; I've fallen; I've stumbled; walking obediently, blindly, the whole way
He said we'd walked thirty miles in a single day...Although I sure felt like we had; being in my
position and feeling miserable and all...I didn't believe him.
Since for each night we've been out here, he takes my hands loose and unzips my suit so I can
go "use it" somewhere; then if near water, wash out my briefs (an ladies ole fashioned girdle) he
had made me wear to protect my rectum from being seesawed by my unitard.....I know we've been
out here three days cause I've had a chance to wash my underwear three times
I've not seen anything since I let him talk me into wearing the blindfold. He was showing me I
could find my courage to appear in public wearing a unitard if I do it blindfolded first
That was when he grabbed me and handcuffed me then chloroformed me after I had put on the
girdle, the unitard, and slippers.and he had blindfolded me.
When I woke up later, I was hogtied on my stomach with the handcuffs locked through legcuffs
gagged with that mouth gag, still blindfolded, wearing the helmet, being rolled and bounced about
feeling the bumps and sways in the back of a van. for hours and hours it'd seemed.
I still think in my mind....Why's he doing this? Does he have a purpose? What is he trying to tell
me or show me?
He doesn't seem to want to hurt me or kill me.....Although he has shocked me twice when I lost
it one time then refused to cooperate with him at all, another time.
May-be he's trying to wear me down...break my will?.....Perhaps make me feel it's hopeless to
try to escape?
Having been in this predicament these past three or four days ....every time he touches me, it's
like a static shock to me. That's something to do with sensory deprivation for prolonged periods
you know
Depravity and sensory deprivations are also forms of conditioning. Or I'm sorry, they're tools of
conditioning.
Our society Our worlds have been using these for ages to control populations..to take away
equalities food,shelters, even warmth, and freedoms to choose. These are all conditioning measures
to enforce controls.
An example is ....I've never had "true wealth" nor "notoriety" So taking money or friends from me
is "just life" It hurts awhile then we move on. As such we feel loss continually.
Does that give others control over us? .....or make them authority?....No. Life and circumstances
continue as we just have life, feel loss, then move on. Nobody "captured" us.
Thank you
All due respects.
IN THE MIDST OF OUR SOCIETY By Paul
The sun is hot today. My head weighs a ton with this helmet thing strapped on over my blindfold and
locked pacifier gag he'd jammed in my mouth, then pumped it up. I'm lucky if I can uuummmmph! let
alone breathe. I feel myself drooling because of this gag I can't stop.
I'm hungry. I'm thirsty. I'm weak.
My hands are handcuffed behind me.
All I have on is this dancing unitard of a kind, that zips up in back of me and fits skin tight.
My shoes are leather dance slippers with locking straps fastened about my feet and shins
My unitard and slippers are bright yellow he tells me, making me easily spotted
I'm dirty and I smell awful with all the sweating I've been doing.
He's been leading me across an open plain out in Nevada where landscape stretches for miles.
I've tripped; I've fallen; I've stumbled; walking obediently, blindly, the whole way
He said we'd walked thirty miles in a single day...Although I sure felt like we had; being in my
position and feeling miserable and all...I didn't believe him.
Since for each night we've been out here, he takes my hands loose and unzips my suit so I can
go "use it" somewhere; then if near water, wash out my briefs (an ladies ole fashioned girdle) he
had made me wear to protect my rectum from being seesawed by my unitard.....I know we've been
out here three days cause I've had a chance to wash my underwear three times
I've not seen anything since I let him talk me into wearing the blindfold. He was showing me I
could find my courage to appear in public wearing a unitard if I do it blindfolded first
That was when he grabbed me and handcuffed me then chloroformed me after I had put on the
girdle, the unitard, and slippers.and he had blindfolded me.
When I woke up later, I was hogtied on my stomach with the handcuffs locked through legcuffs
gagged with that mouth gag, still blindfolded, wearing the helmet, being rolled and bounced about
feeling the bumps and sways in the back of a van. for hours and hours it'd seemed.
I still think in my mind....Why's he doing this? Does he have a purpose? What is he trying to tell
me or show me?
He doesn't seem to want to hurt me or kill me.....Although he has shocked me twice when I lost
it one time then refused to cooperate with him at all, another time.
May-be he's trying to wear me down...break my will?.....Perhaps make me feel it's hopeless to
try to escape?
Having been in this predicament these past three or four days ....every time he touches me, it's
like a static shock to me. That's something to do with sensory deprivation for prolonged periods
you know
Depravity and sensory deprivations are also forms of conditioning. Or I'm sorry, they're tools of
conditioning.
Our society Our worlds have been using these for ages to control populations..to take away
equalities food,shelters, even warmth, and freedoms to choose. These are all conditioning measures
to enforce controls.
An example is ....I've never had "true wealth" nor "notoriety" So taking money or friends from me
is "just life" It hurts awhile then we move on. As such we feel loss continually.
Does that give others control over us? .....or make them authority?....No. Life and circumstances
continue as we just have life, feel loss, then move on. Nobody "captured" us.
Thank you
All due respects.
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