A Missing Piece In Education – Judging Fashion
When I was young I roamed the far North Shore of Sydney, and there found that in the 1800's the Blythswood Estate was broken up and part of it was 7 acre house blocks. These are still there.
Most, if not all of these, are owned by members of the Cult of Rome, whose monks/priests (I don't know what part of the cult they are) have decided that these property owners will be the haves, through patronage, and the rest of us will be the have nots – by pushing us down.
Land is lifestyle, make no mistake of that, and if you live a walking distance from the shops and train station, a 45 minute trip to the city, and if you and your ancestors have been told that it's most relaxing on the mind to be among tall, straight trees, and you have such a tree, as private forest, close enough together so grass grows between them but doesn't need mowing, then it's a beautiful life. I cannot stress that enough.
Through political parties, the doctrine was preached that everyone should subdivide their properties and sell off their yard for another house, or flats, and that these living spaces should become smaller and smaller – surrendering their minds and bodies to those who set this up. It was then promoted by the party members to people they met, using words and manners implying it is moral. This was always done by those who will not have. Real Estate agents mostly. It's called crocodile marketing.
Those who are imbued with this faux morality are fanatical. You are best advised to cut such people out of your life, for they will not stop until you obey.
This type of marketing always serves those with money, who do not see why they should pay for advertising when there are people who imagine there is something in it for them and will do it for free.
Seeing this, 'behind the curtain' it's called, taught me to judge what is advertised or marketed. No matter what it is. Back to fashion:
It's a plan by the cult of Rome to “deny women choice” as to how they present themselves and behave (The Parable of the Grand Inquisitor, by Fyodor Dostoevsky). So they cannot tolerate anyone with the sufficiently strong concepts of right from wrong to judge fashion.
In a void of any such role models, women and girls, who are born with the brains to judge fashion – what is marketed at them – are never told they can.
That's what this is about.
