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Wishing All My Beloved, a Happy Christmas…

Date: December 25, 2017

It’s three in the morning…I’m writing this now, because I wont have time until this day is nearly over…

I expect this to be a hard day…but a decent day…

…Hopefully, it will be better than yesterday. 🙂

As I look to the end of 2017…this has been a really strong year, for Our Love Frontier…And things are only looking up.

To my friends…I love you, and value you more than you will ever know.



Date: December 25, 2017

In sad memory of the sad persons who know not what they do as they carry out their propagandized belief alienations against yet another demonized group (us) paraded before them by those they’ve been programmed to blindly trust. Woe be they when they themselves find their own (kids, grandkids, other loved family members) betrayed by the still-reining perpetual war mentality – pHreE sPiRit


by Dr.Spoof

Every Phile down in Para-phile-ville
Liked the idea of loving a lot…
But the Cringed, who lurked just beyond Paraphile-ville,
Did NOT!

The Cringed hated their loving! Their whole loving reason!
In fact, they believed such loving was worse than treason!
It could be their heads weren’t screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that their smiles were too tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that their hearts had turned three sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason,
Their hearts or their smiles, They lurked there on the edge of Paraphile-ville, hating us philes!
Staring long hours into their PCs with SOUR, Cringely frowns
At the warmth-giving posts that delighted the paraphile town.
For they knew every para-phile down in Paraphile-ville
Was busy now, hanging their paraphile beliefs like wreaths.
“And they’re brightening their hopes!” they’d snarl with a cringing sneer.
“Tommorrow we might be heard! Hope might actually come near!”

Then they growled, with their Cringely fingers all nervously drumming,
“We MUST find some way to stop their hopes from coming!”

For, tomorrow, they knew…All the lonely girlwomen and boymen,
Would wake bright and early.
And out from everywhere would come those nasty women and those men!
Those at Girl-Chat would reach out to the uncertain other girl-loving men and women,
And at Boychat to lonely boy-“loving” women and men! And then!
Oh, the noise! Oh, the Noise!
That’s one thing they hated! Their NOISE! NOISE! NOISE!

Then the paraphiles, young and old, would continue with their treat.
And they’d bleat! And they’d bleat! And they’d BLEAT!

They would treat themselves to caring, and the rare lover method of sharing!
And the Cringed couldn’t help themselves, they HAD to KEEP STARING!

And THEN They’d do something the Cringed liked least of all! Every phile down in
paraphile-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand together, with life-loving voices ringing.
They’d stand in Solidarity and they may as well be singing!
They’d speak up about their hearts and all their paraphile parts!
They’d speak up! And they’d speak up!


And the more the Cringed thought of this para-phile-hoping-Speak-ring,
The more the Cringed thought, “We must stop this whole thing!”
“Why, for 30 years We’ve put up with it now!
“We MUST stop this hope from coming!

But HOW?”

Then one of the Cringed got an idea!
An awful idea!

“I know just what to do!” One of the Cringed laughed in his throat chord,
and telling his friends, they made a quick “Perverted Justice” website and chatboard.
And they chuckled, and clucked, “What a great Cringely trick!
With this website and chatboard We’ll really give them the stick!”

“All We need is some finances…”
The Cringed looked around.
But since their finances were relatively scarce, and they’d spent all they’d made from their other hateful, bigotry work,
At first it didn’t very good look.

But did that stop the ole’ Cringes…? No! The Cringed simply said,
“If We can’t find some finances, We’ll make some instead!”
So they called up their contacts in the political police
And told them of their interests to smash these sicko beasts.
They also called hype-TV stations,
Knowing how they like to look as if they’re good to the nation.

THEN They got out their copies of “Beginners Guide to Political Opportunism”
And another about how state power reversed the 1970s “crisis” in doomism.
Next came piles of intelligence files and upgrading their PCs and some disks.
“With the money from this thing, we’ll have enough to feel like we’re finally rich!”
they’d cringe-ish-ly hissed.

The computer networks awakened
And the Cringed themselves were taken.
First they wanted into that Girlchat place
Where girl-loving PEEDO-philes had lately so picked up their hope pace.

It was now pretty late in the eve
And few paraphiles seemed to be posting much, they seethed.
All these PEEDO-philes were likely all dreaming sweet boy-loving dreams without compare
When they came to make their first post, their first scare!

“This is post number one,” the old Cringey vigilantes hissed
And their leader typed out their post hardly able to contain their fists.

Then they posted that first ignorant flame, making a rather frightening singe.

But if these “freaks” could speak up, then so could the Cringed!

Then they turned their faculties directly at some of these “monsters” or two.
Finding quickly some personal parts which he could easily skew.
It was tension-releasing work, finding the more naive freako’s info.
These preverts,” they grinned, “will be the first to go!”

Then they coolly slithered and slunk, with smiles most unpleasant.
Around the whole community they copied every little present!
Sig pics! And poems! Boy Moments by the ton! Jokes! Info on other folks!
And anything seeming remotely fun!
And they stuffed it all into disks. Piles and piles of multi-megabyte disks.
Then the Cringed, very heatedly, in like a climax of hot,
Uploaded all the disks, one by one, up into their website’s spot!

Then they surfed on over to their political police connections
With such fervor and hysteria that they almost had erections.
They took the piles of naive PEEDO-phile treats!
And those most public in their bleats!
They copied all of it into email letters,
Then sent it all out, to the Hateful League of Dipped-in-shit Vigilante Internet Getters!

“And NOW!” grinned the Cringed with glee,
“We’ll will go BACK to their chatboards and force them all to flee!”

And the Cringed went back to Girlchat and almost began to boast
When they saw that someone, some little “sicko” had already responded to their first post!

They accessed the reply with smiles, seeing that it was one of those young paraphiles
Little Cindy-Smile Phile, a teen GL who said she loved many of these girl-loving women and men
And couldn’t understand how cold the Cringed had been.

The Cringeds’ eyes had been caught by this smallish philes’ friend
Who’d been spending the night reading,
Finding hope that could keep her heart from depleting

The youngteen asked,
“Mr.Perverted Justice, won’t you hear my voice?
WHY are you wanting to hurt my friends? Is it your choice?”

But, you know, that the deadened Cringes were so smart and so slick
They thought up a lie, and they thought it up quick!
Then their leader spoke:
“Why, my young little friend,” the fake justice leader lied,
“These people are really just lying to you, and confusing you up inside.
“So I’m trying to see that they get help, kid.
“I’ll fix these poor souls up. Then I’ll help you,” he said so sly.
“We’ll spread real hope to the world, that’s what we’ll do!”

And his game fooled the teen, it did.
Then he gave her some advice to call a certain phone number.
A number, by the way, that would trace her and make sure from then on
That this youngster would be a Good Child and in the night Obediently slumber.

With that easy game they never heard again from the kid; no one did.
And they were free to perpetuate stupid-ized terror.
This time when they left the chatboard they knew for sure they’d be a legendary scarer!

Then the last thing they copied down was the philes’ public guestbook.
They had left no stone unturned in their rampage.
They had every nickname, every sig pic, info of every type, every small bit.
they did the same thing
To the other paraphile’s chatboards, making sure not to miss any small nit!

It was, after all almost time for the brave New World Order;

Fame would be GRAND and they’d be on big-time demand!
Fortune would roll in, and no-one would know of their secret spin!

They chortled about the stupid paraphiles, still so unprepared in their heads
–Still so naive
And not sure they agreed with
The warnings from the radicals and what the ‘activists’ had said.

The phone call was made to their TV friends
The ones who perpetually needed to have their ratings have no ends.
And knew they’d better do something to go along with the demonization trends.

The Cringely leader was much more urgent now, as he chatted,
He was the leader who had the “sickos” by their balls! He told them he was sure he had them all!
And it was he who had led it!
And he was the one who could run it!

At least 7 million viewers would watch the show he was told, and his little front group would be paid well.
All the leader could see was GOLD, he thought it even had a smell.
“Payback” was going to now come down on those blanketly demonized, and in the process he’d get himself a Name.
He could almost hear their pathetic whimpers as the end of the late evening TV show’s promo came.

“Cry cryyy you sick little perverts!” he was now cringe-ish-ly humming.
“They’re finding out now that no hope for them is coming!
“They’re just waking up! I know just what they’ll do!
“Their mouths will hang open a minute or two…
“Then those PEEDO-philes in Girlchat and BC will cry BOO-HOO!

“That’s a noise,” grinned the head Cringe,
“That I simply MUST hear!”
So he went back on his own and lurked near.
And he did read a kind of sound stirring up–yup!
At first it was like a low murmur, but then really grew…

At first it was bewildered, and a little confused too

…But even that didn’t sound all that pathetic…

Why, this sound sounded quite the… reverse!
It couldn’t be so! But it WAS!–Was VERY!–And quite… unrehearsed!

He stared at his PC and this Girlchat paraphile-town within it.
And the head Cringe, within a minute,
POPPED his eyes!
Then he shook! What he saw was a most shocking surprise!

Every PEEDO-phile in Girl- and Boy-Chat, the tall and the small,
Was speaking up and almost singing! Even tho they had dealt them their all!
They HADN’T stopped their hope from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or another, it came just the same!

And the head Cringe, with his cringing feet ice-cold on his concrete floor,
Sat puzzling and puzzling: “How could this be the score???

“We outed them with piles of info
“Piles upon piles on that TV show!
“Had them chased globally,
“Scared away their ISPs,
“Even got border cops to seize their very password keys!
“We posted their pictures on my website
“And even got some of their addresses (mostly via guesses)
“For legions of hackers and vigilantes to carry out their own perverted justice!

“We had them divided pretty well, I thought fer shure…
“…How could they still come back and so happily stir?”

“I can’t figure it out, …just.. can’t.. figure.. it.. out…” the head Cringe said more slowly,
“How their hope can keep growing…
…how their happiness is still showing!”

And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Cringe thought of Something he hadn’t before!

“Maybe Peedo-phile hope,” he thought, “doesn’t come from sickness.
“Maybe there is something to their truth which I’ve always call wickedness.
“Maybe I’ve missed something right there at the core…
“Maybe Peedo-phile hope…perhaps…means a little bit more!”

And, what then…?
Well…at Girl- and Boy-chat they say
The Cringe’s small heart
Grew SIX SIZES that day!
And the minute his heart didn’t feel quite so tight,
He couldn’t help but to cry out so that 30 years of propagandized fear and hate could finally take flight!

He cried and he cried as he realized what he was doin’,
He was hurting genuine lovers who’s hope he couldn’t ruin!
He had to CHANGE, somehow…somehow or another…
Maybe, just maybe, these old and young lovers cared about each other!

But just as he was getting ready to post his deep-felt sorrow
Expecting there could be no way he could repay them in the morrow
He got a call from his buds about the TV connection
A limo would pick him up soon and he’d be on, live, at Noon.
He’d have a full hour to talk they said
And as he dazedly nodded, a crazy idea whizzed into his head.

He’d show up there, YES!
He’d show up and they’d NEVER guess!

Later, when he was through
All the arrayed hysterics didn’t know what to do!
He had TOTALLY taken ’em all by surprise
Even the hype-TV producer had TOTAL shock in his eyes!

From then on real history was made
And The Cringeds’ old terror could fade
Causing the other bigots to lose legitimacy in a tsunamic-justice uproar
And the honest human heart hope behind true lovers really began to