Compulsory Arse Food: 100% Of The World’s Schoolgirls Are Really Just Food For Graeme’s Arse
This is the decoded and true meaning of Graeme Bird’s post on property rights. For property rights read: the right of my arse to eat your children.
The thing that people seem to have difficulty with is getting their mind around the fact that their daughters were put on the Earth to feed my enormous arse.
If anyone with capital of about (lets say) $100 000 dollars or more can buy some little girls from a poor country they might be able to keep their own little girls who will grow up and have daughters of their own.
But we ought to never claim that anyone is free of their obligations to feed my enormous bum because the condition of open access always applies.
Under a condition where restrictions on the appetites of my enormous and insatiable buttocks exists there is always needless movement. But if people will just accept reality and bring their children to me I can sit on my big fat oily bottom and eat all the little girls there are.
The consequences of the need for my arse to actually get off the couch and go looking for little girls and dogs to staff my brothels is a very cranky bottom. You wouldn’t like my bottom when it’s cranky. And this behaviour sets up society for ruthless vengeance from my evil and insane bottom.
In theory if all regulations were dropped you wouldn’t need to suffer the unnecessary consequencees of my grouchy and flabby buttocks. Since everyone could just leave their little girls and dogs at y door and piss off. Don’t make bogus promises just leave the little girls and the dogs and fuck off I’m busy watching Oprah.
This is an entirely different scenario from one in which my buttocks must creep about at night and seek out your daughters and your dogs cutting into my masturbation time. Today we have a regulated dog-daughter delivery system. We might call it a regulated feed the enormous and evil buttocks system. Under this system I get all the daughters my butt can eat and all the dogs my perverted friends can screw.
But under the free consumption by my arse of your kids there must be one rule for all: GIVE ME YOUR CHILDREN FOR MY ENORMOUS BUM TO EAT. All players must have the same basic ground-rules, and not many of them, or else its not a free lunch for my bottom.
