The Naked Truth

Everything that I will ever say here is the absolute..."skinny naked truth"... and that is no shit...I even post "skinny".

Don't get me wrong, I love clothes...I just don't like to be bothered in the privacy and company of just myself, my calico cat, and those who reside in the ether. Who would really give a fuck, oh I forgot about Big Brother...always on the prowl and watching...I say anyone working for Big Brother ought to GET A LIFE. What a disgusting way to make a living...peeping toms...all of them. No fucking pride... Damn... They are taking voyeurism to a higher moral ground, indeed.

Also, where I live is so perfectly and comfortably warm, the average daily temperature is 83 degrees ...clothes are only necessary when I go outside, and that is the way I like it.  If my front door is closed you can be assured that my skin is breathing...all over, and is Big Brother really watching.

I have read "1984" three times and saw the movie (I have always had a thing for Richard Burton) may he rest in peace. I am way over Richard, though by now...thank god. I really don't know what it was I ever saw in him...he was Welsh, a womanizer, what can I say...and I was soooooooooooo much younger then, actually just a dumb cunt. Ha...didn't see that one coming ...did ya'? Neither did I...but this is the "Skinny on Truth".

Anyway from what I understand...all screens are turned on even when off... and viewing our inner sanctums.  That means Big Brother and all the little brothers and sisters are watching us do exactly whatever it is we do in private. God, I cannot think of a grosser job. No envy here, folks.  I only pity those who have such low self-esteem that they cannot create a better life's purpose for themselves than to spy on their neighbors. I would not want to waste my time...there are a million better things to do.  We are all innocent until proven guilty beyond a shadow of a doubt. They need to stop worrying about us and tend to their own business, and that my friend is something to really worry about...their business. The trouble with us is we are so busy being obedient little slaves, that we just let them do as they please, and please, and please...and now look at where we are, trying to figure out the “Skinny on Truth”.

And that’s the truth… naked and in my rocking chair...