I was a grown Woman with a Child in 1973 when SCOTUS affirmed by Roe v. Wade that I am the owner of my own body. I anticipate FEDGOV becoming my Rapist today. They debating the instrument. I feel sad, scared and sick.
I have been raped more than once. I am an expert on rape. I can kill you with experience. Republicans have the rape and breeder slavery of women in their party platform. Republicans have contempt for women. Get off me is a Republican aphrodisiac.
To my fellow survivors and #MeToo travelers, men and women who have been raped and men and women who have not:
You get one good drunk or cry if wombnazis win this round, if you need or want it. One. Take a deep breath. When calm has been achieved, organize not agonize. Make policy. Then do.
Do not give clicks or notice or comments to the kind of Woman-hater filth raining down on social media. That will make its hatefulness very apparent. And you will not be supporting it with your attention. Never interrupt an opponent when it is making a mistake. Let it be.
"The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting." - Sun Tzu
What is nonviolent resistance.? I am awed by this example below. Basically, you resist by not doing anything that will get you shot. And everything that will freak folks out. Want folks to change something? First you have to get their attention. Works for the French. Black Women have been saving our dupa for a long time now. How about we give them some help?
I suggest staring intensely at the penis of every Republican wombnazi in Congress and on SCOTUS. Surround the buildings. Bring binoculars. Think cat focused on its prey. Pay special attention to the penis of Alito and the non penis of Barrett. Yell "I suffer not a no-penis person to speak." Weak, both of them, because they are NUTZ and easy to freak out.
Or just point at their penis and say "Mr. Happy" or "Wee Willy Penis" and giggle behind Chinese fans you bring for the occasion. Whistle at the uptight bastids. Throw flowers. Or condoms. If you have got a parasol, bring it. Or a feather boa. Large flowery hats are good too. Think Josephine Hull in Arsenic and Old Lace.
No Republican or wombnazi can stand that for long. Ridicule is mightier than the pen and the sword. And wombnazis killed and maimed a lot of Women the last time they criminalized reproduction. They deserve ridicule.
This is a Living Script. It transforms. All the work belongs to me. I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind to be doing this again. NONE OF THIS IS CONSECUTIVE. Nowhere near continuity, This is what my handwritten notes look like when I write on paper. When I figure out how to draw the set etc. I will include.
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Donnie Bonespurs
Wanted to be Prez.
Quick he hired an audience
To claque for what He sez.
See my swagger? G.O.P.
I will grab your pu^^y.
You will elect me.
Just you wait and see.
Donnie Bonespurs
Got elected Prez.
Everybody gasps and laughs
At all he does and he sez.
Pesterbee! He's oozing all over me. Fat right winger on a spree, Peddling God for the GOP.
Suckabee! Calling me 'slut' for a fee, To take The Pill from me, Peddling shame and eternity.
Hucksterbee! Left FUX Snooze TV, To run for the Presidency An act of cupidity.
Refrain: Just ignore the crucifix in the parlor.
Suckabuck sells Jesus for the dollar.
So we have to put The Holy Man the Priest in this comedy. He has appeared. Is it a Tango?
ok so today I feel this is all crap it is crap but I wrote one good thing: Marjorie Taylor Green. Obscene obscene obscene. Go back to Georgia. Here's a bus ticket for ya. Sit down STFU, Peach Queen. - Selah
I think The Lovers are Bonesaw and Miss Twinkle - no sex this is a love song truly and it is the most intimacy the closest tenderness our villain has in its life or will allow love your villain know your villain i need more verses
Oh no a wrinkle. Come here Miss Twinkle.
I need you now to take my spots away.
I cannot be dirty
My look is what I have to make my way.
May brain is fertile. Unlike that Turtle. ////TERRIBLE BUT FUN
i wish i spoke poetry or music it would be so helpful cannot know everything................that is why I need to work with Others...shudder...
I need a name for Lady MacBeth. I was doing melatonin...but stupid obvious crass really not crass enough...suggestions if i still have anyone reading this mess? superhuman detachment like a survivor of war or someone stoned solid...worra worraha
Ingenue...stick with miss twinkle for now.. twinkle twinkle avatar how i wonder what you are
This four line set belongs to the Chorus it is the bass base line
THIS IS BILLY AND THE CHORUS
Billy Bonesaw
Wants to be Prez.
Quick hire an audience
To claque for what He sez.
See my swagger? G.O.P.
I will grab Your pu^^y.
You will select me
Wait and see.
Billy Bonesaw
Got elected Prez
Everybody gasps at
Everything he sez.
Characters are appearing:
Bill BoneSaw
Miss Twinkle
Babbits - Skip and Winona
Senor PuttingItIn as in golf
Dr. Woo - Man of Reason - always referred to this way
Chorus
Avenatti (every female Italian gene in my body lusts after him I confess) is Harlequin
Senor PuttingItIn:
Rentboy, rentboy, life is sweet!
Come and do me when I tweet.
Commedia dell'Arte structure. The really good thing about working a modern subject through a classical base is the structure works so flexibly and perfectly. Test of a million Piazzas in a Cart. Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose. Should there be a real cart?
Billy Bonesaw is Pantalone and Il Capitano? Leering and bullying and lying. Not a buffoon.
BB is not the former guy. He is all the former guys. Stalin was not a buffoon. But it is about an American tyrant conman. worra worra
No Melantonia...VictorAntonia? ...making me laugh...SenorPuttingItIn...order there needs to be order....
A Patron of mine has suggested I turn 4 years of doggerel into a performance piece. I am going to have to stop saying "I do not know what to do with myself." Always some miscreant with a suggestion around,
I am already thinking I need a Choreographer and Percussionist for performance. Maybe Temple will help me find a way to do this. I think I have the gravitas now to get this done...maybe...
I will combine material from the Bill Clinton era piece. A picture of America and...how power is exercised...and by whom...and sex...and drugs...and rock and roll...and filth and dirt...flags...drums...
I said I was not going to do any more theatre. I must be out of my fucking mind.
I am going to develop the script here. Sort of like The Living Theatre this will be The Living Script. And it is for me. I really do not give a fuck what you think and I really do desperately care what you think. God help me.
Hang on to your eyeglasses. This could get really sick and really boring...and really disconnected for awhile...like making bills and sausage...nobody has to read it...maybe nobody will?,,,god help me...please to throw money...no quarters...andiamo...
Because I am a Women's issues gadfly, I troll the Internet message boards for a chance to argue Women's issues. One argument I hear fairly often goes sort of like this:
"No, you are not in control of your body because The Gummint makes laws about what you can do with it. You can't just take drugs, for example. Or prostitute."
Actually, I can take drugs if I so choose. And I have. I am astounded that anyone thinks The Rules keep people good. It plainly evident that it is humanity's goodness and longing for peace that keeps The Peace of the Rule of Law.
I can choose whatever I want and pay for it. The government has only two responses to behavior it wishes I would not do: prohibition and punishment. These are weak responses in the face of psychoses and/or casual and joyful wrongdoing. How so? Follow me.
I had to have a background check to do a job. I came up with a spotless record. I breathed a sigh of relief because I subscribe to the Rule of Law for the most part, I want my government to be effective and expect it to be, and I thought my Sin would surely find me.
My arrest in 1975 for growing 13 six foot tall marijuana plants in the greenhouse of my country home never showed up. Only time I ever got arrested. Somehow the Police got the idea that my house was the East Coast depot for all the Humboldt County Green. They sent a truck to tow away the bales of marijuana and three squad cars. I was out. They left me note: "Mrs. B, please come on over to the police station." So fully expecting to be slammed into the pokey, I ambled on over to the station house.
They booked me. I confessed to the Judge so they would let my innocent gardener go. The Russian carpenter living in the basement confessed too. I plead guilty to Misdemeanor Cultivation of a Controlled Dangerous Substance. Cost me a $185.00 fine. Cops took the plants and the baggie with about a gram in it that belonged to Sergei.
All of this happened because the municipal dog catcher had the hots for me and came round to put the make on me one afternoon. I think, on the whole, that even though I had no house I could see out any window, and my nearest neighbor was two miles away, it was a mistake to swim naked in the pool.
Ah, the War on Drugs. The Gummint is not good at "controlling my body." And not good at keeping track of crime and Evildoers like me. Good thing I am not a psychopath and I am sober. Think how much trouble I could get into if I tried, know what I mean? And there are people out there trying every day.
So let us just shed the idea that order is imposed and can be imposed by the government without the cooperation of the people right now. I leave you with these thoughts from Lao Tzu translated by Herrymon Maurer.
Govern the country by regular rules; Direct the army by cunning moves; But win the world by avoiding fuss. How do I know that this is so? Inward light!
Beneath heaven, The more rules and prohibitions there are, The poorer the people become. The sharper the weapons there are, The greater the country's confusion. The cleverer the people become, The more cunning acts take place. The more laws and orders there are, The more thieves and robbers appear.
Therefore the sage says: I do nothing, And the people of themselves reform. I love stillness, And the people of themselves grow straight. I don't fuss, And the people of themselves get rich. I don't want, And the people of themselves grow simple.
When the law is dumb dumb,
The people are simple simple.
When the law is smart smart, The people are broke broke. Good fortune rests on bad fortune; Bad fortune hides in good fortune. Who knows the end of this?
It does not stop: The normal turns into the odd; The good turns into the weird. Long have the people been in a stew!
Therefore the sage is Severe, but he doesn't cut; Exact, but he doesn't hurt; Straight, but he doesn't strain; Bright, but he doesn't dazzle.
UPDATES BELOW: There is a new change in procedure at TSA since I wrote this seven years ago. Groping has gotten more sincere. Time to try my solution? Illustration from Second Story Window.
Flying on Thanksgiving? Do not even think about it. Stay home, make some hot chocolate and get out the popcorn. There is going to be a big strike at airport security. The Transportation Security Administration folks are groping the genitals of adults and children.
I am for a major civil rights action. But I say: Do not opt out of the scanner and make them grope you to protest, even though it surely will mess things up bigtime.
Too tame for me. Too much chance you will make your fellow humans mad. Make them mad and they will not support your cause. I say, give the people you are going to inconvenience some bang for their buck.
Take off all your clothes when you get to the first scanner. Every stitch. Then bend over and spread your cheeks so everyone in the airport can see your Stuff. Revolve slowly while bent over so there is a 360 degree view for everyone. Be careful, it is easy to fall down while doing this. Go slowly. Give them the Full Monty.
If you have not been tazed and/or arrested at the end of your revolution (yes, this is a pun and I intentionally committed it), calmly stand in line and put your clothes back on. Make everybody wait. Let everyone take pictures.
I think we could pay people to do this, if we have to. I did it in high heels on New York City bars for money, so I know you will not have a problem finding personnel. Be sure to have the protesters revolve (revolt?...revolutionize?) in more than one airport. Ask patriotic porn stars to do it pro bono. Everybody wants to make a contribution.
Problem solved. Probably take about three weeks for The Suits to construct a backdown narrative and get it out there to The Media. Be the best political caucus race and general circus you ever saw. Think of the jokes on late night TV. Problem solved. Maybe I will run for President.
I wrote the initial essay above about the Transportation Safety Authority in November 2010 when folks were considering a huge protest. It is seven years later. Maybe they have gotten worse? Maybe it is time to do it my way? More information at the links.
A woman who’s dying of leukemia says that agents with the Transportation Security Administration (TSA) at Sea-Tac Airport in Seattle forced her to lift up her shirt in front of a crowd so they could check underneath her bandages.
Hannah Cohen, 18, was on her way home from St Jude’s Hospital when a scanner went off and led to incident that left her ‘physically and emotionally’ injured
I'm not a crazy ACLU-type. I've had no problem with body-scanners or previous TSA pat-downs. In 2009, a terrorist famously smuggled a bomb in his underwear aboard a U.S. flight. But an agent of the state should probably only touch a citizen's genitals seven or eight times if the agent has reasonable suspicion, and not because a machine is malfunctioning or calibrated, intentionally or unintentionally, to detect explosives on everyone who is tested.
I am a 'crazy ACLU type' and a rape survivor. I would announce before pat down 'Touch my genitals and I break your face.' Then do my best to break the face. I do not fly.
The Verge has published 11 photos of NYC’s naked Trump statue by Joseph Bareham. As much Trump as you can handle. I liked this one the best.
Bareham is a first rate photographer. See more work at the link.I will not make a joke about the photographer's name...I will not make a joke...I will not etc....
The Progressives chime in and remind me once again how much I despise Progressives, the zealots of the Left.
MADHURI SATHISH
Body-Shaming Donald Trump Isn't
An Appropriate Or Effective Way To Criticize Him
On Thursday, naked statues of Republican nominee Donald Trump — commissioned by art collective Indecline — appeared in multiple U.S. cities, some of which were captioned "The Emperor Has No Balls." But while many people, including the New York City Parks Department, seem to have found humor in these statues,body-shaming Donald Trump in this wayis completely inappropriate. He's a bigoted person who has said a number of awful things, but he is not awful or bigoted because of his body.
My dear Lady, I would like to stake him out on an Ant Hill in Texas covered with molasses. Ridicule is my compromise for the sake of order. Dude would not hesitate a moment to evaluate my charms.
I need to get out more. I love my funky city. I had no idea we had an annual Naked Bike Ridein Center City. The 12 mile ride through the city is part of the World Naked Bike Ride movement.
The World Naked Bike Ride is an international clothing-optional bike ride in which participants plan, meet and ride together en masse on human-powered transport (the vast majority on bicycles, but some on skateboards and inline skates), to "deliver a vision of a cleaner, safer, body-positive world."
This photograph so reminds me of Botticelli. What do you think? I think a new growth in Feminist thought and political action is a good thing. For more photographs of FEMEN protests, go to the links below:
La Primavera by Sandro Botticelli
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute. ~Rebecca West, "Mr Chesterton in Hysterics: A Study in Prejudice," The Clarion, 14 Nov 1913, reprinted inThe Young Rebecca, 1982
UPDATE 2: Some Russians are torturing and murdering LGBT and/or taking their children. All of this so that some male Russians can prove they and Putin are not wusses in the worldwide who-has-got-the-biggest-dick contest. It is not working. No matter what Putin does now, he looks like an anus to somebodys around the world. .
Translation is "Fuck you, Putin" as far as I can make out. Second that emotion. It seems the women of Femens have the biggest dicks worldwide, metaphorically speaking of course. If a native speaker sees this and can give me a better translation, please do so.
UPDATE 1:
I wrote this in September of 2012. The FEMEN movement just keeps growing. I must be getting old. I am not sure if these young women are foolish or brave. I will go with impossibly brave. They have a new branch in Turkey. Turkey.
. . . nobody gives you power. You just take it. ~ Roseanne Barr
