Brave New World Sexcapades

[Anonymous]

The perfect utopia the NWO might love to create... and I am pretty sure this isn't very far off from what they want.  Just look at the work of Alfred Kinsey in JoeBLowMan's thread.

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http://www.orwelltoday.com/bnwchildsex.shtml

<p>If BRAVE NEW WORLD exemplifies the world the elites have planned for us (and Huxley was an elite) then the following excerpt explains the agenda behind the sex-education programs being rammed down childrens' throats these past twenty years or so, and why graphic sex is being shown and taught to kids in kindergarten.  It also puts into context the UNITED NATIONS <i>[which Orwell called BIG BROTHER]</i> aggressive assault on family values and its insistence on world-wide sex instruction to children, conditioning them to remove privacy, love and respect from the equation. ~ <i>Jackie Jura</i></p>
 
   <p><b><u>excerpt from BRAVE NEW WORLD:</u></b><br>

   Chapter Three:</p>

         <p>OUTSIDE, in the garden, it was playtime. <b><u>Naked</u></b> in the warm June sunshine, six or seven hundred <b><u>little boys and girls</u></b> were running with shrill yells over the lawns, or playing ball games, or <b><u>squatting silently in twos and threes among the flowering shrubs</u></b>. The roses were in bloom, two nightingales soliloquized in the boskage, a cuckoo was just going out of tune among the lime trees. The air was drowsy with the murmur of bees and                    helicopters.</p>   
              
<p>..."That's a charming little group," he said, pointing.</p>


<p>In a little grassy bay between tall clumps of Mediterranean heather, two children, a little boy of about seven and a little girl who might have been a year older, <b><u>were playing</u></b>, very gravely and with all the focussed attention of scientists intent on a labour of discovery, <b><u>a rudimentary sexual game</u></b>.</p>

<p>"Charming, charming!" the D.H.C. repeated sentimentally.</p>

<p>"Charming," the boys politely agreed. But their smile was rather patronizing. They had put aside similar childish amusements too recently to be able to watch them now without a touch of contempt. Charming? but it was just a pair of kids fooling about; that was all. Just kids.</p>

<p>"I always think," the Director was continuing in the same rather maudlin tone, when               he was interrupted by a loud boo-hooing.</p>

<p><b><u>From a neighbouring shrubbery emerged a nurse, leading by the hand a small boy,</u></b>
who howled as he went. An anxious-looking little girl trotted at her heels.</p>

<p>"What's the matter?" asked the Director.</p>


<p>The nurse shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing much," she answered. "It's just that <b><u>this little boy seems rather reluctant to join in the ordinary erotic play.</u></b> I'd noticed it once or twice before. And now again to-day. He started yelling just now ..."</p>

<p>"Honestly," put in the anxious-looking little girl, "I didn't mean to hurt him or anything. Honestly."</p>

<p>"Of course you didn't, dear," said the nurse reassuringly. "And so," she went on, turning back to the Director, <b><u>"I'm taking him in to see the Assistant Superintendent of Psychology. Just to see if anything's at all abnormal."</u></b></p>

<p>"Quite right," said the Director. "Take him in. You stay here, little girl," he added, as the nurse moved away with her still howling charge. "What's your name?"</p>

<p>"Polly <b><u>Trotsky.</u></b>"</p>

<p>"And <b><u>a very good name</u></b> too," <b><u>said the Director</u></b>. "Run away now and see if you can <b><u>find some other little boy to play with.</u></b>"</p>

<p>The child scampered off into the bushes and was lost to sight.</p>

<p><b><u>"Exquisite little creature!"</u></b> said the Director, looking after her. Then, turning to his students, "What I'm going to tell you now," he said, "may sound incredible. But then, when you're not accustomed to history, most facts about the past do sound incredible."</p>

<p>He let out the amazing truth. For a very long period before the time of Our Ford, and even for some generations afterwards, <b><u>erotic play between children had been regarded as abnormal</u></b> (there was a roar of laughter); and not only abnormal, <b><u>actually immoral</u></b> (no!): and had therefore been rigorously suppressed.</p>


<p>A look of astonished incredulity appeared on the faces of his listeners. <b><u>Poor little kids not allowed to amuse themselves?</u></b> They could not believe it.</p>

<p><b><u>"Even adolescents,"</u></b> the D.H.C. was saying, "even adolescents like yourselves ..."</p>

<p>"Not possible!"</p>

<p><b><u>"Barring a little surreptitious auto-erotism and homosexuality</u></b> - absolutely nothing."</p>

<p>"Nothing?"</p>


<p>"In most cases, <b><u>till they were over twenty years old.</u></b>"</p>

<p>"Twenty years old?" echoed the students in a chorus of loud disbelief.</p>

<p>"Twenty," the Director repeated. "I told you that you'd find it incredible."</p>

<p>"But what happened?" they asked. "What were the results?"</p>

<p>"The results were terrible." A deep resonant voice broke startlingly into the dialogue.</p>

<p>They looked around. On the fringe of the little group stood <b><u>a stranger</u></b> –a man of
middle height, black-haired, <b><u>with a hooked nose</u></b>, full red lips, eyes very piercing and dark. "Terrible," he repeated.</p>


<p>The D.H.C. had at that moment sat down on one of the steel and rubber benches conveniently scattered through the gardens; but at the sight of the stranger, he sprang to his feet and darted forward, his hand outstretched, smiling with all his teeth, effusive.</p>

<p>"Controller! What an unexpected pleasure! Boys, what are you thinking of? <b><u>This is the Controller</u></b>; this is his fordship, Mustapha Mond."</p>
   
<p>His fordship Mustapha Mond! The eyes of the saluting students almost popped out of their heads. Mustapha Mond! <b><u>The Resident Controller for Western Europe! One of the Ten World Controllers.</u></b> One of the Ten ... and he sat down on the bench with the D.H.C., he was going to stay, to stay, yes, and actually talk to them ... straight from the horse's mouth. Straight from the mouth of Ford himself.</p>

<p><b><u>Two shrimp-brown children emerged from a neighbouring shrubbery</u></b>, stared at them
for a moment with large, astonished eyes, <b><u>then returned to their amusements among the leaves</u></b>...[end quoting]</p>

[joeblow]

I tried to forget that I read that disgusting book. I HATE THESE FUCKERS! Of course the Jew would be shocked that there was a time when the Goyim were free, honest, and pure:

They looked around. On the fringe of the little group stood a stranger –a man of
middle height, black-haired, with a hooked nose, full red lips, eyes very piercing and dark. "Terrible," he repeated.

[Ognir]

Of course the Jew would be shocked

Of course the Jews would be shocked

[high_treason]

Did you notice that they delibrately called him a Muslim name with the Turkish spelling "Mustapha"?

When I read that part I though his name would be Cohen or Kagan or Bronstein, but Mustapha just doesn't tie in to the image, but maybe it does since they share the same ancestory but I haven't seen a lot of hooked nosed Turks...have you?