Posted on 03/04/2019 12:13:02 AM PST by The_Media_never_lie
Robert Kraft, the owner of the New England Patriots, was charged today in Florida as part of a massage-parlor prostitution enforcement effort there. The 77-year-old NFL team owner is one of more than 150 men accused of soliciting prostitution. Police say they've been investigating the spa he visited, Orchids of Asia Day Spa, since October 2018.
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If the pimps threaten to kill prostitutes, their friends and family if they “just walk out,” plus get them hooked on drugs to keep them compliant I don’t see how this can be considered a regular job.
>>Is it ok to secretly video naked people? Why not in dressing rooms or in bathrooms?
Major homosexual groups are perpetually outraged that vice squads still try to solict men in public parks for sex in the park or restrooms. They say it stigmatized homosexuality and unfairly targets gay men. They want public sex decriminalized/legalized. And then they say that women have nothing to fear for them and their daugthers when an LGBTQXYZ dude shows up in the restroom, locker room, dressing room, or shower.
>>Apparently, they phoned in a fake bomb threat, so while everyone was evacuated outside the building they could install their secret cameras ... just curious, how is that legal??
Sounds like the same kind of black bag operation that sent Deep Throat to prison.
>>. Now marriage is under attack, and prostitution is championed by the same people who are working hard to destroy marriage as an institution, as we have known it for a thousand years.
The crazy Marxist dyke who founded NOW specifically targeted marriage and sought to put promiscuity, prostitution, pornography, and homosexuality
http://www.freerepublic.com/focus/f-news/3200158/posts
Marxist Feminism’s Ruined Lives
Frontpagemag.com ^ | 9-2-2014 | Mallory Millett
During my junior year in high school, the nuns asked about our plans for after we graduated. When I said I was going to attend State University, I noticed their disappointment. I asked my favorite nun, “Why?” She answered, “That means you’ll leave four years later a communist and an atheist!”
What a giggle we girls had over that. “How ridiculously unsophisticated these nuns are,” we thought. Then I went to the university and four years later walked out a communist and an atheist, just as my sister Katie had six years before me.
Sometime later, I was a young divorcee with a small child. At the urging of my sister, I relocated to NYC after spending years married to an American executive stationed in Southeast Asia. The marriage over, I was making a new life for my daughter and me. Katie said, “Come to New York. We’re making revolution! Some of us are starting the National Organization of Women and you can be part of it.”
I hadn’t seen her for years. Although she had tormented me when we were youngsters, those memories were faint after my Asian traumas and the break-up of my marriage. I foolishly mistook her for sanctuary in a storm. With so much time and distance between us, I had forgotten her emotional instability.
And so began my period as an unwitting witness to history. I stayed with Kate and her lovable Japanese husband, Fumio, in a dilapidated loft on The Bowery as she finished her first book, a PhD thesis for Columbia University, “Sexual Politics.”
It was 1969. Kate invited me to join her for a gathering at the home of her friend, Lila Karp. They called the assemblage a “consciousness-raising-group,” a typical communist exercise, something practiced in Maoist China. We gathered at a large table as the chairperson opened the meeting with a back-and-forth recitation, like a Litany, a type of prayer done in Catholic Church. But now it was Marxism, the Church of the Left, mimicking religious practice:
“Why are we here today?” she asked.
“To make revolution,” they answered.
“What kind of revolution?” she replied.
“The Cultural Revolution,” they chanted.
“And how do we make Cultural Revolution?” she demanded.
“By destroying the American family!” they answered.
“How do we destroy the family?” she came back.
“By destroying the American Patriarch,” they cried exuberantly.
“And how do we destroy the American Patriarch?” she replied.
“By taking away his power!”
“How do we do that?”
“By destroying monogamy!” they shouted.
“How can we destroy monogamy?”
Their answer left me dumbstruck, breathless, disbelieving my ears. Was I on planet earth? Who were these people?
“By promoting promiscuity, eroticism, prostitution and homosexuality!” they resounded.
They proceeded with a long discussion on how to advance these goals by establishing The National Organization of Women. It was clear they desired nothing less than the utter deconstruction of Western society. The upshot was that the only way to do this was “to invade every American institution. Every one must be permeated with ‘The Revolution’”: The media, the educational system, universities, high schools, K-12, school boards, etc.; then, the judiciary, the legislatures, the executive branches and even the library system.
It fell on my ears as a ludicrous scheme, as if they were a band of highly imaginative children planning a Brinks robbery; a lark trumped up on a snowy night amongst a group of spoiled brats over booze and hashish.
To me, this sounded silly. I was enduring culture shock after having been cut-off from my homeland, living in Third-World countries for years with not one trip back to the United States. I was one of those people who, upon returning to American soil, fell out of the plane blubbering with ecstasy at being home in the USA. I knelt on the ground covering it with kisses. I had learned just exactly how delicious was the land of my birth and didn’t care what anyone thought because they just hadn’t seen what I had or been where I had been. I had seen factory workers and sex-slaves chained to walls.
How could they know? Asia is beyond our ken and, as they say, utterly inscrutable, and a kind of hell I never intended to revisit. I lived there, not junketed, not visited like sweet little tourists — I’d conducted households and tried to raise a child. I had outgrown the communism of my university days and was clumsily groping my way back to God.
How could twelve American women who were the most respectable types imaginable — clean and privileged graduates of esteemed institutions: Columbia, Radcliffe, Smith, Wellesley, Vassar; the uncle of one was Secretary of War under Franklin Roosevelt — plot such a thing? Most had advanced degrees and appeared cogent, bright, reasonable and good. How did these people rationally believe they could succeed with such vicious grandiosity? And why?
I dismissed it as academic-lounge air-castle-building. I continued with my new life in New York while my sister became famous publishing her books, featured on the cover of “Time Magazine.” “Time” called her “the Karl Marx of the Women’s Movement.” This was because her book laid out a course in Marxism 101 for women. Her thesis: The family is a den of slavery with the man as the Bourgeoisie and the woman and children as the Proletariat. The only hope for women’s “liberation” (communism’s favorite word for leading minions into inextricable slavery; “liberation,” and much like “collective” – please run from it, run for your life) was this new “Women’s Movement.” Her books captivated the academic classes and soon “Women’s Studies” courses were installed in colleges in a steady wave across the nation with Kate Millett books as required reading.
Imagine this: a girl of seventeen or eighteen at the kitchen table with Mom studying the syllabus for her first year of college and there’s a class called “Women’s Studies.” “Hmmm, this could be interesting,” says Mom. “Maybe you could get something out of this.”
Seems innocuous to her. How could she suspect this is a class in which her innocent daughter will be taught that her father is a villain? Her mother is a fool who allowed a man to enslave her into barbaric practices like monogamy and family life and motherhood, which is a waste of her talents. She mustn’t follow in her mother’s footsteps. That would be submitting to life as a mindless drone for some domineering man, the oppressor, who has mesmerized her with tricks like romantic love. Never be lured into this chicanery, she will be taught. Although men are no damned good, she should use them for her own orgasmic gratification; sleep with as many men as possible in order to keep herself unattached and free. There’s hardly a seventeen-year-old girl without a grudge from high school against a Jimmy or Jason who broke her heart. Boys are learning, too, and they can be careless during high school, that torment of courting dances for both sexes.
By the time Women’s Studies professors finish with your daughter, she will be a shell of the innocent girl you knew, who’s soon convinced that although she should be flopping down with every boy she fancies, she should not, by any means, get pregnant. And so, as a practitioner of promiscuity, she becomes a wizard of prevention techniques, especially abortion...
Was it all just a sting to bag some Trump supporting big wigs? Has to be considered in that part of FL.
“just curious, how is that legal??”
Some judge probably gave them a warrant. That makes it “legal”.
A massage with a happy ending isn’t exactly new. As long as the women are over 18 and willing participants who cares?
That is generally how a lot of the Chinese massage parlors function.
After my first WESTPAC cruise in 1966, I voiced an opinion with several of my shipmates that we should pool our resources and import a complete Japanese “Hotsy” bath to San Diego.
They all said that we’d go to prison, so I didn’t pursue the matter.
FYI, on a later cruise (1970), I learned that the “Hotsy” baths in Thailand were even better than the Japanese ones!
Prison, fer shure, fer shure!
I had to wonder, after reading this story, if some enterprising person finally did import a “Hotsy” bath; sounds like he/she did!
It is probably a good thing for you that you did not import the hotsy bath business model.
Yes, but every time I think of the hotsy baths, I get a huge smile on my face - like right now!
And, my buddies that have been to the Orient enjoy, FRom time to time, talking about them.
After being locked up on a ship for 30 or more days, a steam bath, hot tub soak and a massage is a most welcome treat!
That’s what it was really all about, IMHO.
What makes you sure that is NOT being done?
When I first heard that millionaire Kraft had been charged in a prostitution sting I figured that it was some high-end spa for the rich. Now, I see it was a strip mall massage joint using illegal Chinese gals, just like all those joints you drive past near military bases or in the seedier parts of cities. I guess the super-rich are just as dumb as your average working class Joe when they have sex on their minds.
God ....... and likely others, as in family connected to one or both participants or those of us who value families and don’t wish to see more ways of destroying families trivialized.
More like an Alinsky-ite attempt to "make the enemy live up to his own rules."
They keep trying it with Trump, and getting terrible results. :)
A stiff richard has no conscience.
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