henrymakow.com — June 23, 2014
A smile from a pretty woman can warm a man’s heart. But how rare this is now that the Illuminati have sexualized society and feminism has driven a wedge between men and women. On a walk, the narrator, a bachelor, catches a glimpse of a group of women in a state of natural wholesome sensuality…and feels robbed of a precious gift.
“The Walk” — by Philip Wyeth (Excerpt by henrymakow.com)
Outside my apartment the brisk still air perks me up and I take in the sounds of insects chirping and the highway in the distance. A few blocks on and the cold has rooted out all the warmth of home, so I pull the sleeves of my fleece over my hands and stuff my clenched fists into the pockets. Mysterious cooking smells from people’s kitchens waft by my nostrils, then mix with the general aroma of leaves and burnt wood as I walk on.
Cars blaring loud music rush past so I move to the quieter side streets as I begin the slow incline toward the hills ahead, their dark silhouette dotted by the yellow lights of houses that blink now and again, and up top a lonely red beacon pulses occasionally to tell the airplanes, “I’m here.” And above it all the brightest stars peer down through the city’s night glare–how wonderful, this rare moment of tranquility to remind me what is real after so much frantic clawing in the pursuit of success.
I begin to take in all the small details of these neighborhoods in a way one never can while driving past–the unique design of each house, the bark on the trees, the feel of pine needles and crunching of leaves under one’s feet. Two old women across the street speak in a strange foreign language but when they quietly laugh the feeling needs no translation. Men and women walking their dogs pass with a friendly “Good evening” as their critters sniff about.