This category is for ALL things political. They say the only two things you never discuss around the dinner table are "religion" and "politics." That's good advise, but this isn't the dinner table! This is a designated SAFE place. Confess all your political options to the World right here. Don't worry, we'll most likely debate you back, but debate is good for the flow ideas now isn't it? Here's a hint! ..Don't be racist, misogynistic, homophobic (or whatever else the new offensive word of the day is today) and you won't have your confession removed.

Pent Up Frustration And Release

Am I the only one who views buried political issues that people want released as being like sexual frustration? Take the Epstein files issue. Everyone wants to know and does not like the frustrating teasing of the issue. It’s no coincidence that the term assigned to describe how it could all end is the “release” of the files. Like an orgasm, release of the files would provide brief pleasure and satisfaction, but then would quickly turn into need again for another release. Just like an uncontained ejaculation, release would be messy, require clean-up, and be briefly satisfying. Let’s face it, whether it’s the need to orgasm or the need to be in the know, we’re never satisfied and always want more.

  • I'm Supposed To Feel Sorry For Texas Again?

    Let me begin by acknowledging that any loss of life is sad. I extend my sympathies, on an individual basis, to people who survived the floods and to family and friends who lost someone.

    The larger, collective point is this - A private, exclusive, fundamentalist-Christian camp built and rebuilt cabins in a flood plain. A county (its people and its elected politicians) chose to keep taxes low instead of investing in flood warning technology (river gauges and sirens or other alerting mechanisms). The state also chose to keep taxes low, to minimize government services, and to minimize regulation, ergo, the state also refused to fund a flood warning system, to mandate one, and to regulate (forbid) construction of sleeping quarters in a flood plain.

    People at large and, apparently, camp authorities, missed or ignored repeated heavy rain and flood warnings issued by weather authorities in the hours before the flood.

    And since these were devout, fundamentalist Christians - their god did not, for whatever reason, save them. Perhaps there was rampant sin, not among the young people, who lack capacity for discernment, but among their parents. Perhaps their god is not real. Perhaps they chose the wrong faith. Who can say?

    Again and again, we have disasters (power grid, heat wave, flood, etc., etc.) in anti-tax, anti-regulation, anti-government, pro-religion, anti-science states!

    Again and again, these people want us to feel sorry for them. And the kicker? Again and again, though they dislike taxes and government, they want the federal government to step in and help them (with tax money and scientific expertise from high-tax, high-GDP coastal states like California and New York.

    It makes no sense.

    You don't want tragedies like this? Learn some science (maybe start by ending library book censorship in your state), stop building in dangerous spots, and start investing in shared, governmental services like warning systems!

    Or, you want to go it alone, and be the maverick state? Be my guest!

    Women Like Me Don't Usually Marry Men, I Will For My Kids

    It happened like this. Fridays work friends went out for Happy Hour at a preselected club. Not usual our boss came along, he rode with me. At the club he kept his eye on me. After the group broke up he suggested we go to a men's club. I had never been, he wanted me to see that some women weren't hung up with flashing their tits. He kept me by his side, paid a couple of girls to table dance. In the men's club he told me he was exercising his rights with me.

    We went to my place, where he established dominance over me. He offered to marry me. That's how the affair began.

    We don't work together any more, we sleep together and share parenthood with two kids. He never took me back to a men's club, once was enough. I understood. I understood when he asked me to drive. I understood when he kept his eye on me. I understood when he made love to me.

    I am tired of being a mistress, and my kids will be going to school. I don't believe a piece of paper makes sense. But for my kids I'll marry him, and play the game.

  • Now That VOA Is Gone, We Are Founding VOI

    Some people thought VOA Voice of America was propaganda so they laid everyone off and closed it.

    Now, a grass-roots community is coming to the rescue. We are excited to announce VOI Voice of Jncest!

    Every day our journalists travel through America's heartland, telling the stories of sisters and brothers, of sons and mothers, aunts and nephews, if it's about family love, we've got all the news!

    Tune in today! It's just one more service of the jncest community.

    Political 3-way

    I despise AOC and Jasmine Crocket (politically that is…I don’t know them personally). But I think they are both sexy in a dirty whore slut sort of way and want to have a 3-way with them and take turns sliding in and out of those sweet liberal pussies. Or look down as they both hungrily work on my cock and occasionally give in to their lesbian desire and kiss each other. They get me hard and ready to pound their tight c**ts.

    Maybe I’d put one on top of the other, the bottom one on her back and the other in doggie style position so they could kiss as I just ram hard cock into their Washington DC swamp holes, alternating from one to the other every few thrusts. It would be a challenge to decide which one to cum in. If I had a 5+ day load I think I could pulse a couple big spurts of cum into one then pull out and thrust into the other to finish draining my balls.

    Then they would scissor and 69 to give each other orgasms while I play with their tits and ass.

  • Somewhat Unconventional I'm Still Married To A Husband 23 Yrs Later

    I got married for perhaps the most wrong reason. As a Canadian foreign student I wanted to stay because of the lifestyle and the opportunities. I agreed to get married to this fellow student, after a night before graduation when we were all drinking too much and it sounded like a good idea. The next day four of us went down to the court house and the judge agreed to marry us, without a delay. We walked out married, with no plans and no real feelings.

    It was over ten months before I agreed to submit to him. It was in every sense the wrong experience. I had my room and he had his. After that experience I agreed to move in with a girlfriend I met at work. She was full of affection and her hands were everywhere and she let him kiss her. I asked her why she let him kiss her and she said she liked the way he kissed, it was so masculine. That's what turned me off, really. But she liked to kiss and we kissed and got along real well and we had our thing going. That he met some girl here and there didn't matter, and other than kissing him, she never went further.

    We had ten years together, we were no longer college age girls, we were both mature women. There was always affections, lots and lots of affections. She continued to let him kiss her but he went out to get his attentions, and we didn't care and never asked him. None of our business. Making love as fully adult women was a lot different than college girls. For one we were no longer so small and we had the hips to prove it. We had long ago gotten rid of our inhibitions and we were into a lot of naked role playing, and swimming. We had our own swimming pool.

    We turned 37, fifteen years after graduation. One day she got on her knees and opened my legs and told me I had a real good foundation and I should let him fuck me again, for old times sake, and she reminded me I was still married to him. That was the second mistake, I let him fuck me again and I got pregnant. My girlfriend decided that it was time for her to let him go further and she timed it so she would also be pregnant.

    We are two forty five year old women with both a son and a daughter. He's the father. I am still married to him. We both gained baby weight and it's still with us. We are matrons who still share lots and lots of affections. Stuff we did when we were barely out of college, we continue to do twenty three years later. He has his personal entertainment that doesn't involve us, and we don't want to know anything about it. As far as he is concerned, our doors are closed to him.

    We once talked about divorcing him to get married, but we have decided that marriage as such is a commitment, and if he wants a divorce he has to to the asking.

    Nobody Can Hold Out...

    A case of mistaken identity led to be being whisked off in a black van, as I walked to my favorite watering-hole...my unseen attackers pulled a rubber body-bag over my head, and zipped it up under my feet, making escape impossible...reduced to unintelligible 'mmmmmfff' sounds, with only two tiny metal-ringed air-holes at my nostrils, rubber-gloved hands began to maul my testicals, painfully, with a twisting, and slapping motion...to my shame I began to stiffen, to my full eight inches, to the amusement of my unseen kidnappers...

    "Bastard likes this! Go figure!"

    "We'll see how much he likes it in a week or so...luckily he can't use the computer chip, while he's like this...we should ask the boss how long he wants this uh, "interrogation" to continue...with any luck it will be long-term or permanent, ssince we both enjoy wielding such absolute power and total control, over a deserving asshole like this! A traitor to his Country, and deserving NO mercy for his betrayal..."
    "Really it's kind of up to us, as long as we submit a positive progress report, which will generate
    approval for 'stronger measures', in all probability...even a sanction order, leaving the exact method up to us! We both know how much of a welcome order, that would be...personally I'd like to explore the contention that it's possible to "wank someone to death!" I feel insanity would result first, unless the subject had a weak heart, which is not the case here, by all accounts...we could keep in in this rubber-bag endlessly, with minimum sedation for hygiene purposes, unless we decide we WANT him to drown in his own piss!"
    "Fuck yeah! Always wanted to try that! But I'm strange that way...probably more so than you..."
    "Oh I don't know...sounds pretty good to me, I'll admit...we may never get a chance like this again..."
    "I can't wait to see how he reacts to maybe the third or fourth cum forced upon him...he'll be well on the way to complete breakdown..."broken but not dead.." Wasn't there a movie with that sentiment expressed?"
    "Maybe...sounds reaonable to me anyway! Gotta admit, bud, I'd really enjoy seeing just how long he could last...always had a 'thing' for mercilessly " edging "a helpless guy, see if he eventually has a stroke or a heart attack...we could run book on the actual length of time it would take... let me get the phone - maybe a go-ahead..."
    Murmured conversation, then a reluctant "Boss says let him go - not the right guy apparently! "Well damn! Okay...he's trying to say something... give him a little more air..."
    "No - I'm bound to be guilty of something! Please don't let me out...I'll confess to anything if it'll keep me in here...okay?"
    "Wow! That's a first! Whaddya think? We could take turns taking him home with us...hate to disobey orders, but this is a special case, I think? You up for the risk?"
    "Hell yeah! He ain't goin' NOWHERE! Deal?"
    "Deal!"

    More Love, One State At A Time

    The ¡ncest community is a constructive and helpful community. Over the last two decades we have been working tirelessly, state by state, to expand people's rights and freedoms.

    We are overjoyed to announce that 18 states now allow cousins to marry, with no restrictions! Eight more allow it with restrictions. (The typical restriction is that both cousins have to be seniors.)

    One state at a time we are organizing, fighting outdated and unnecessary laws, and challenging stereotypes. Family love is a valid form of love, and it has been recognized since at least Biblical times.

    Thanks to the work we've done together, the nice newlyweds next door to you could be cousins!

    These Activists Are Everywhere, Highly Disruptive And Invasive

    In the last few years post Covid the pressure from activists in the company has increased ten fold. We successfully got rid of a plant in our HR team. We are dealing tight now with a full court press by the LGBT activists to provide them with special protections through our policies and procedure, that are significantly greater than the law provides. I had a meeting, and they claimed thirty percent of our workforce is 'gay', to which I broke out in laughter.

    We have prohibitions to any 'political' activities. That includes solicitations. The 'leader' is a gay man whose taken it on himself to forcibly push the issue. I fired him. I'm dealing with his claim for reinstatement on the basis of discrimination, whereas he was fired for gross violations of policy. A 'sit in' was called by his Sergeant at arms, a lesbian activist who he recruited and hired. We fired her for political activities.

    I decided to write this, it's not just government infiltration, universities and schools, it's inside private companies. It's watch your back times.

  • Crossing The Border Because It Was The Only Escape

    I was born on the other side of the river. My mother didn't make it across. A friend of hers took me and brought me across, she raised me. Somewhere she got some papers that said I was born on this side and I went to school. She worked many different jobs, but during the time I was about ten to twenty she managed a laundromat in the neighborhood. I worked there with her after school, people paid by the pound and I did the wash and dry cycles, and folded the clothes. If it was a good night, lots of customers, sometimes I got a dollar.

    We lived in a house on an unpaved road. It wasn't until I was old enough that I learned that she was never able to get pregnant. Later I learned because she had the clap, gonorrhea. I also learned that she and my mother were both prostitutes at a bar. It was when my mother didn't come back that she took me and got across the river.

    In school there was a lot recruiting from dealers and for prostitutes. You got paid a lot of money, there were bars where the men came from the work looking for school girls. She kept me from becoming a prostitute.

    After high school, I was one of those girls that did graduate, I went to work for a lawyer's business as a file clerk. The wife trained me, and I learned a lot of things about legal paperwork. She thought I was smart enough and I could handle college so she insisted that I go. The lawyer didn't like my papers and told me that to make sure I needed to get married and get some real papers that way. I married a man twenty years older than me. Everything was alright until one day he said he wanted to see if I was worth the risk and he took me back to room and had sex with me.

    I was twenty, so it's not like I was under age. I was also already in college. After that he had sex with me whenever he wanted. To me that is what married men did with their wives. That's all I saw growing up. A man wanted you, and a man had you. The most difficult part was when you got pregnant and had to make the man pay child support. The lawyer I worked for did just that, he was a divorce lawyer and his wife was his assistant. They only took a case when there was money up front.

    I didn't try to not get pregnant. I didn't use anything or make him use anything. It's not that I wanted to get pregnant but getting pregnant wasn't the end of the world. By the time I finished college and I wasn't pregnant he wanted me checked and told the lawyer that he had been cheated. The doctors never found anything wrong with me. It was him.

    I got pregnant by the lawyer before I got divorced. I have my papers, all tied with a ribbon, I have a couple of kids now, and work for the lawyer and his wife. The lawyer helped get the woman who raised me papers, through an amnesty procedure. After she got her papers she went back to where she and my mother were prostitutes to see if she could find out about my mother. She never found out anything, she disappeared that night.