National Geographic Society
The National PornographicGeographic Society is a premier and exclusive club dedicated to the study of the world that humans inhabit, and the documentation of the many cultures represented by man- and topless woman- kind. Headquartered in Washington DC, the civilized capital of everything in the world, a membership in the National Geographic Society is a prestigious notch in the social belt of the well bred, and many households view their acceptance in the National Geographic Society as a symbol that they have made it to the top of the heap and are now part of the crème d’la crème.
A membership in the Society also provides parents with not only a lifetime of supply of old magazines that someone is sure to want some day, but it also relieves parents of the need to explain breasts and nudity during the rite of human sacrifice as the magazines deftly explain why clitorectomies are a necessary evil of savage life.
Origins of the Species[edit]
Founded in 1888 by benevolent white men with money to burn, the Society was chartered over a toast of fifty-year old scotch and fine Cuban cigars rolled on the thighs of virgins in Havana.
It was decided that the men would travel to deepest darkest Africa for a pornographic safari. For fun they planned a bit of ivory poaching along the way to stock their private billiard tables. In the May 15, 1888 addition of the Washington Post the men promised to photographic the raw, brutal beauty of the tribal Africans, and promised that – left unharmed by headhunters which assuredly romped pell-mell that they would return with photographed that promised to educate once the shock of porny nudity wore off.
The following year, the same group of men chartered their course for the Orient, promising again that if the escaped the opium dens of China and the sushi restaurants of Japan, that they would return with brutal images of such achievements as white slavery and cut throat pirates terrorizing the seas in their Chinese junks.
In the third year, the point was raised that there had been a number of promises made, and no travel to date, and questions being asked about magazines supposedly lost in the mail. So to avoid an investigation of the funds that they had secured from paying subscribers, the men embarked to Sweden to seek out the steely statuesque blonde maidens of north and their impenetrable virginity. Upon returning to America, heads intact, and drug testing negative for opiates, they were declared heroes and their Society proclaimed worthy.
In the fourth year... well the tribal Africans did not agree of the terms 'I take photo, you stand there' and demanded a share of the money the National Geo receives. As being the benevolent people, they promised a very small portion of the money. As the Africans did not know maths, they happily agreed. But its a long time before they realize that $0.215 is not available as a coin.
In modern culture[edit]
From these auspicious beginnings to the modern post war baby boom, the National Geographic Society has produced millions of tons of magazines that have taught the parents of modern youth all about the birds and the bees.
While their expeditions to the corners of the known world have been examined and reexamined, the Society is best known as the pre-computer age’s first resource for masturbatory material for young men.
Because the images of naked black women were taken in the name of propriety and burden of the white man to study savages, many a young man in the 1950s quickly developed a fetish for full, pointy black bosoms. If they were slathered in mud, all the better. Not since has the female form been so freely displayed on book shelves then this era.
Hugh Heffner and the fall of the great Society[edit]
All in fact was going swimmingly for the Society until the first issue of Playboy hit the magazine racks in the United States. Almost overnight, Society membership began to decline. Evidently “sonny boy” wasn’t the only one paying a call to noble women of the bush – father too had been patronizing their boobies as well. With Playboy on the scene, their was no pretense of trying to image that those withered black breasts on women skinning turtles for food were on the body of a white woman, with Playboy now there was a magazine with white women posing proactively for ones pleasure. Without the turtle skinning, no less.
The Society today[edit]
Though it no longer enjoys the place that it once did in the American home, the National Geographic Society still searches for its own relevance as it once sought out the boobies of the tribal peoples of this world. The magazine is still welcome in the homes of the refined and the genteel, and it has a wrap on the doctors waiting room concession. However the best place to see a National Geographic is at your local church rummage sale.
Today the Society is as hip and happening as modern teens. The Society maintains it own web presence, markets it own line of Dora the National Geographic Explorer dolls and sends Boyd Mattson out to wrestle with an occasional Swedish bar maid. It’s a groovy and happening organization, but at its core, its really all about taking pictures of big tittied women.
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