We are living in the land of the free, the land where anything is possible, the land of the immigrant’s dream, the land with the storied past forgotten in the rush to the imagined future, the land that repairs and reinvents itself, the land where a person can escape the consequences of a self-centered youth and know the satisfaction of sacrificing for an ideal, the land where you can go from aimless rebellion to a noble cause, and from the bottom of your class to your party’s nomination for president.

We are blessed, and we have been a blessing to humanity in turn. The international order we helped build from the ashes of world war, and that we defend to this day, has liberated more people from tyranny and poverty than ever before in history. This wondrous land has shared its treasures and ideals and shed the blood of its finest patriots to help make another, better world. And as we did so, we made our own civilization more just, freer, more accomplished and prosperous than the America that existed when I watched my father go off to war on December 7, 1941.

To fear the world we have organized and led for three-quarters of a century, to abandon the ideals we have advanced around the globe, to refuse the obligations of international leadership and our duty to remain ‘the last best hope of earth’ for the sake of some half-baked, spurious nationalism cooked up by people who would rather find scapegoats than solve problems is as unpatriotic as an attachment to any other tired dogma of the past that Americans consigned to the ash heap of history.

We live in a land made of ideals, not blood and soil. We are the custodians of those ideals at home, and their champion abroad. We have done great good in the world. That leadership has had its costs, but we have become incomparably powerful and wealthy as we did. We have a moral obligation to continue in our just cause, and we would bring more than shame on ourselves if we don’t. We will not thrive in a world where our leadership and ideals are absent. We wouldn’t deserve to.

Taken from John McCain’s speech when receiving the Liberty Medal Award Ceremony from the National Constitution Center in 2017.
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My wife wants sex in the back of the car and she wants me to drive. -Rodney Dangerfield

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A guy walked into a crowded bar, waving his big pistol with the an 8 shot clip, and yelled, “Who in here has been screwing my wife?” A voice from the back of the bar yelled back, “You need more ammo.”

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Randall is leaving his office for the day, when a man calls to him, “You’re a cuckold.” Randall ignores him, but goes home and tells his wife, “tonight outside my office building, some asshole called me a cuckold.” His wife replies: “So what? You’re not going to listen to some random idiot in the street, are you? “No, I guess not,” Randall says, putting his arms around her and giving her a kiss. They spend a quiet evening  together and soon retire. The next evening, as Randall is again leaving the office, the same man is waiting for him and calls to him, “You’re a damn tattletale too.”

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Midieval Cuck Joke: Francesco Quartnense, a Florentine merchant, resided in Genoa with his wife and family. His children were thin and lanky, while those of the Genoese are generally healthy and hardy. He was asked one day why his children were so spare and of such a weak constitution, it being the reverse with the young Genoese. “The reason is easily given, ” he said. “I work alone at manufacturing my children, but you have quite a number of assistants in the making of yours.” It is fact that, soon after their wedding, the Genoese take again to the sea, and leave their wives, for many years in succession, to the care of other men, as they say.

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Hope I made you giggle!

xo, Angela

I am certain, there is no one like her on NF. She is intelligent, articulate, and does her homework. I want to surrender to this amazing woman.

Calls with Angela are a religious experience – a mind capable of conjuring up fantasies well beyond any you have envisioned and words to bring them to life in ways that stay with you until the next time you have the privilege of speaking with her.

Mistress Angela’s alchemy of a filthy mind,  silver tongue, and sense of decadence is infinitely appealing.

To quote one of the premier philosophers of the 60’s (actually a group of philosophers), “my soul’s been psychedelecized.” Thank you Mistress!

PHEW…Angela is definitely a “thinking man’s” encounter. She’s smart, imaginative, and she really walks the walk. Don’t miss the chance to talk to her.

I am drawn like a moth to the flame I know will consume me.

There’s a rumor out there that Nick Lowe wrote the lyric “Cruel to be kind, in the right measure” about the Queen of Perversion, Mistress Angela. A rumor that I happen to believe, by the way.

Mistress Angela can paint you a masterpiece. Have an idea? Tell her. Get on your knees and hang on, your mind is about to be blown.

I didn’t call her for way too long and what a perfect session this was She made me remember why she is the best at what she does Trust me if you want to be putty in the hands of an expert playful tease look no further than this incredible flirt.

Palm of her hand. That’s where I live.

She is one of the ones on NF who lives up to her billing. Acute, sensitive and capable of taking a fantasy, running with it, and making it her own. Highly recommended. Great Domme.

Ms Angela knows where to tickle my brain, tease my imagination, and penetrate my head-space for a thorough fucking.

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I couldn’t ask for a better bunch of good guys and am, indeed, a lucky girl. I’m always blown away and deeply honored by the wonderful reviews. Thank you for making the effort and taking the extra time to show me I am appreciated.

xo

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

-Mary Oliver

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(Thank you Mr. R for introducing me to this wonderful poet. I will be forever grateful.)