Time to roll up those shirt sleeves and get back to business. This is about politics not the gossip pages or the society pages or any other page other than front page. I write about politics. That is why I am here, that is what is going to prevail.

Many a fun little ditty of a topic to touch and taste tonight so open up wide and take a big bite.

Tip toe through the topics who cares about the daisy’s? It’s topic stompin’ time.

Ward Churchill (my favorite collegiate moron) re enters my land of essay to finally receive a bit of damn good punishment. If you are unfamiliar with Ward he is the University of Colorado professor who referred to the victims of the World Trade Center bombings as little Eichmanns. He also has tons of other non sense stances regarding not just the U.S. government and the office of President but also professional sporting club mascots. Well, Ward is finally being held accountable for his statements. Funny how Ward was defended by Liberals country wide but those same Liberals are calling for Ms. Coulter‘s head on a stick. The Research Ethics Committee at the University is telling him to step down. Ward as retained council and will be suing the University. Such a proud happy man that lying weasel is.

Speaking of lying weasels have you heard about the One Billion, yes I wrote Billion, dollars of misspent FEMA money that was handed out to Hurricane Katrina survivors? Yep this story has been a brewing in the kettle for about four months but the recent expenditure findings are down right filthy and disgusting. Amongst some of the treasures that our hard earned tax money for the needy went to were: a Hawaiian vacation, a Girls Gone Wild video collection, malt liquor, lottery tickets, and (my absolute favorite) a sex change operation. Tell me how the American public should have been paying for these things? We shouldn’t!

We also shouldn’t be watching MTV tomorrow night as they debut the video for the Spanish language version of the Star Spangled Banner. The producers of the song say that the public outrage has led to confusion which demands a video with the translated words printed on the screen in order to make things better. I already knew the words to the song. I have sung them all my life. I don’t need them translated into Spanish and then back into English in order to understand the song. By the way when this version broke onto the record retail market I published up those song lyrics translated into English. It is NOT the same song and means entirely different things than the original. It is a travesty and an outrage and should not have any positive attention paid to it.

Positive attention should be paid to ICE and the recent round up of almost 2100 ILLEGAL immigrants in operation “Return to Sender”. Almost ALL of the ILLEGALS rounded up nationally under this operation were either gang members, pedophiles or convicted violent felons. All of them had been sent home once, snuck back in, and rounded up for departure. Here in Orange County California they caught and sent home 36 violent pedophiles. It’s about time something was going right around here!

Right around here I have the link to a Canadian newspaper article that denounces Global Warming with numerous and reliable studies and some really well written points and observations. I won’t attempt to try to convey it to you but you should go check it out, even if you do believe or are fighting against it’s global threat, it would be in your interest to know what the “other” side is saying and thinking. (http://www.canadafreepress.com/2006/harris061206.htm)

On the subject of what the other side is saying, let’s take a trip on over to South Central Los Angeles, shall we? The Annenberg Foundation, along with Joan Baez and Daryl Hannah, would like you to think they are trying to save the plot of land that has been being used as a public garden in order to preserve open space and allow the poor a place to sow their seeds. WRONG! They are into stealing land from it’s owner Ralph Horowitz. Ralph had the property taken away from him 14 years ago under the clause and cause of imminent domain. The City of Los Angeles had wanted to construct a waste incinerator on the land. However the neighborhoods and communities surrounding the area said “Hell No!” If you are not familiar with the area of South Central Los Angeles, it is an area of mostly poor African Americans. The last thing the wanted to continue the blighting of there modest borough was a trash incinerator. Because of their fight time ran out and the land was given back to Ralph Horowitz. While all of this was going on it became a refugee camp of sorts with gardening and farming. The gardeners and farmers were being charged moohlah by the Annenberg Foundation every month in order to continue their agricultural endeavors. Mr. Horowitz began negotiations for the land to be sold for 16 million dollars with 2 ½ acres being set aside for a soccer field and more land for a community center, the rest could be farming land managed by the Annenberg Foundation. The foundation wanted all farm land or nothing and began to obstinately squat on this man’s property, claiming it was their land. After three years of negotiations the could not raise the money and Mr. Horowitz was actually quite happy about that seeing as the communist socialists of wealthy and detached stature had begun an Anti-Semite smear campaign against him claiming he was part of the “Jewish Mafia” and that him and his fellow Jews unfairly controlled all of L.A. Even as of today the had fliers and leaflets at city hall proclaiming this in not only English but Spanish as well. Even though the 16 million was raised just a hair after the deadline, Mr. Horowitz said he would not sell it for 100 million dollars based on the principal of it. He did say that no matter what he does with the property that South Central WILL get their soccer field on 2 ½ acres. Horowitz has been paying 25,000 dollars a month in mortgage and property tax and insurance for the land while the Annenberg Foundation has collected thousands. Most of the real farmers left months ago. It is really only Daryl Hannah, Tree Girl, Joan Baez, and the one named Aztec Bandit that screams profanity and anti-Semite slurs at the police and Mr. Horowitz, all in Aztec tongues as well as Spanish and English. Talk about a circus. How would Daryl Hannah feel if we brought all the farmers up to her eco-ranch in Colorado to squat and farm? Probably pretty violated. I wonder how she thinks Mr. Horowitz feels. Tonight she is on Larry King. I can’t wait!

President Bush waited a day to give his Rose Garden speech as he secretly flew into Baghdad for some one on one time with the fledgling governments leaders. Between that and al-Zarqawi’s face being x’ed out on the cover of Time this week and in addition to all of the new intelligence we have found; I am STOKED! Come on Osama, come on!

That’s about all I got spewing from the noggin’ tonight. It’s what jumped off of the pages and slid off the air waves and said “Hello!”.

Politics, politics, politics!

That is why I came here and that is why I stay.

Waiting until Friday when I will share my splendid little sugar substitute ideas in exchange for some ice tea. Did you know that Ice - T is a republican …

Monday of Monday’s making. Why do people bathe in hypocrisy? Why do people want to cause trouble and hate based on their own little insecurities? This can color the prism better than light from the sun ever could.

It is applicable not only on the grand global scale of things but also the national scheme or the local level and, of course, from person to person. Should I reiterate the law of assume? It makes an ass out of you and me. When playing a fool’s game you must become a fool in order to compete. I am no one’s fool. I am R.E. Knowlton III.

I just got off of the phone with a friend who declared to me that the war is a scheme for casino and resort land in the Iraqi desert and that al-Zarqawi is nothing more than a Islamic comic book character. I bellowed out a big bass laugh and asked if he was serious. He said that he was sure that I would believe part of his statements. I said not only that I did not believe any of it but could not believe he was saying it. We just killed a comic book character. YAY! We are getting ready to turn Haditha into Las Vegas. How much dope do you need to smoke to think that?

The conversation went on to cover conspiracies of the Ark of Covenant. I told him that I did not need to know the 250 something number long word that gets you to see the Ark as I know it is in Ethiopia in a hut being guarded by a black man in a thong holding a spear. I was joking. He said that he was talking about 4,000 years ago not now. I explained that I thought it all to be farce and that those ideas were shared with me by the same man that told me that all of the white breast chicken meat comes from an Earth tumor growing out of the ground in South America. My friend told me that he knows the Ark is there because he has seen pictures of spear holding thong wearers in front of a cave. OK.

Another friend of mine can be grouped in with the no 9-11 people that believe that George W. Bush is solely responsible for blowing up the World Trade Center as well as the Pentagon. They always point to building seven that just could not have come down with out explosive charges to help. George went and set up charges and devilishly grinned as he hit the detonator while reading to Floridian school kids. This would explain his pause after being told about the attack. He knew. Ok, put yourself in his shoes. What the fuck would you have done? Run around with burning hair screaming and crying, “They’re going to kill us all” The President is NOT Henny Penney.

All of these people are the ones that say how stupid, dumb, and retarded our President is. This village idiot has now supposedly orchestrated the biggest time of war in over 30 years. I am not buying this fundamental contradiction. It does not add up. Whether or not Bush is dumb or whether or not my friends are thick; I know I am not. I am quite aware of my intelligence and my ability to use logic and math and wisdom in order to analyze a situation or series of parameters and reach a legitimate, not hysterical, conclusion.

We should all try that sometime, huh?

There is all sorts of Global Warming shenanigans being rapped about. The ideas all ricochet around and reflect and refract or own self consumed reality of here and now. As a majority, none of us have any sort of sight. No one can think before their time. There were millions of years before us. There were jungles and glaciers and land masses together and apart. They constantly exchange their places with each other. We think we are so much better and powerful than we really are. We are flakes of dandruff on this shoulder called Earth. Even within just my time I can see the cycles. The bigger ones are something that none of us can comprehend without using the emotion of guilt. It must be our fault, right? WRONG! DEAD FUCKING WRONG!

Hurricane Alberto is coming through. Oh Boy, Alberto! I prefer the jerky as opposed to the Hurricanes. It is not the end of the world people! It is a storm. They happen. I have lived through plenty of them growing up in Boston when we would have to tape of the windows and hide. With the exception of the “Perfect Storm” New England has not had any significant warm weather storm catastrophes in decades. So the water must be cooler not hotter than right?

Ted Danson proclaimed the end of our world by now by the hand of Global Warming. Now it is Al Gore. Just before 2000 it was Art Bell. We all need kooks to give us significance. Silly little man, Earth is not yours!

Today, with all of the tragedy and conspiracies, bow your head as today is the anniversary of the day that O.J. Simpson butchered his ex wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her boyfriend Ron Goldman. Put down the knife O.J.! The glove may not have fit but we ALL know what you did you lying paranoid violent bastard. We ALL know!

Just to protect myself and since I am on the subject:

Last night my life was threatened twice and so was the life of my Lady. I asked if someone on B.S. was ok, I view this woman as an older sister and someone who I trust and have NEVER flirted with her even remotely. It turns out that it was her husband spying on her via all of her online accounts. He began to threaten me. He looked at my AOL profile which was done a year ago and explained that my Lady and I were looking for other swingers. We used to swing which is something that doesn't happen due to busy schedules these days. In his eyes of hatred and paranoia that made me a “fag”. He proceeded with his hate crime speech and referred to me as a “dicklicker” and a “shitsucker”; he also asked how big my Lady’s penis is. He offered up his phone number and his email and told me when he when he was in California that we would have a little “talk”. I have all of the info copied and pasted and in a computer file. He claims he is going to out me as a “fag” and kill me and my Lady. I have always been very open and honest with everyone here and am not here to cause trouble for anyone. I however am not going to have someone kill me based on paranoia and absolutely no truth. I am what I am. I am not Ron Goldman. My Lady is not Nicole Brown.

If I disappear unexpected with no warning than call the cops. Some of you know of whom I speak and you have contact information.

I love being harassed and threatened for a half hour.

It is fun.

Woo Hoo!

Until Wednesday when hopefully the news holds a bit more than conspiracy and hatred …

The world akimbo to a reality that can only sink it’s teeth so deep into the side of a swimmer who shies away from little bathing beauties trying to avoid the rash of sand on the shores of salty splendor. Quirky and quantum sounds of synthesizer pasts as they coax the swimmer in. Con, coax, compel. Drag ‘em in like a keel haul dredge. Pull bitch, pull and I’ll call you taffy in the morning. Makes sense in East L.A.

Could the drama strain any thicker through the china cap. Could the base be any denser before the adding of milk or water. Dilute my drama, man, dilute it so damn thin. Make it a stream and less of a congealing.

Funny how the masks of men are only held with regard on Halloween, Hollywood, or BDSM. Two H’s and a B. Such a silly little alphabetic world we eat in, breathe in, drink in. Like one where sun shadows are nothing more than an excuse for a movie. One that none of us will never see, except on videos where bong play and ludicrous play games come into the scheme of things.

I listened tonight to the radio styling s of Wayne Reznick and he did his whole first hour as al-Zarqawi. He spoke from Hell. He was rooming with J. Edgar Hoover and was being punched in the throat by Tookie Williams. The room was made of pork. The wallpaper was made of bacon. The phone was a ham hock. The shutters were Memphis ribs. He kept complaining of a spare rib up his ass. He talked about how he was upset at how people with ear canals full of sand mis-interpreted his statements. He hates juice not Jews due to the lack of Iraqi refrigeration. He wanted to bong Americans not bomb them and referred to listening to Pink Floyd being synced up to the Wizard of Oz.

You can’t beat L.A. radio. After 30 minutes of this and saying the word “dick” and making sexual and racist jokes and offering up twenty seconds of dead air he came back after the 5:30 break and started the show fresh as himself. Balls bigger than the world my friend, balls bigger than the world.

Sometimes it takes a pair to make sense of it all.

I have had two interesting points made to me lately.

One was that from a long time friend who questioned who I was writing to. I should not say long time, but trusted is a better summation. I thought deep and wondered. Who am I writing to? I told him everyone. I am. I am trying to open up discussion. I am not here to pass judgment. I am here to talk. I know some of my “attacks” on certain individuals here have left me in bad graces with some but they were well intended indeed. I was protecting the truth, that innocent babe wrapped in nothing and shoved aside for a new pod cast for you personal MP3 player of choice. I have respect for the truth and do not need to cast it aside in order to super size my reality. I am just fine being impoverished and in the gilded guide of honesty.

The second would be the basic misinterpretations of honesty or lack there of under the masks and personalities that we create for ourselves here in the Blogosphere. I have never intended to be anyone beyond who I am. I have never written anything to accomplish more than what I think beyond the possibility of some day getting published. I speak truth. I stand tall. I do not warp or bend or molest anything into my spectrum to feel better than anyone else. I know I am me. I will always be. No one is getting put in the box except me. Just me and the bugs. Off to God on the death bed escalator; one step at a time - all moving for me.

Dance to the shadows of Autumn’s pasts. Kick out the whores that dwell in closets of no repercussions. Embrace the Queens that come to help. Hold you glasses up as they slide down the nose of condescension towards men who pass more judgment than menstruating women do blood. Hold the shrine and shroud of falling leaves tight to the chest as the little kids scream and laugh in the piles of leaves that society will never let you jump into again.

Wrap the silver fronds around my head as winter comes hard into my emotional orifice. Make the holiday mean something. But it is only Summer, my Lord, and Summer is as Summer does. Hot, wet, sticky, like sex in a ‘77 Nova while “Tush” is played too loud and the scents of grass and stale Schlitz tall boy pull tabs are more predominant than any pheromone in the leather seated wonder land. Makes one wonder what really did happen to the hairdo’s of women throughout the ages. What happened? Don’t blame it on Barbizon, please don’t.

Dance tall and strong, with grace, through the bar room moments of Aqua Net and fluffing. Make the comb/pick/brush/roller mean something in the end. Don’t just chalk it up as fodder like you have all of the late night fumblings that meant so much to the men that had them. Yes, they did mean something. It may not have meant what you wanted but, oh my, it meant something.

I warped my ass and rind all into one pathetic being of wow!

How amazing the grace of pause. I found it. Breathe deep.

I wrote some lyrics that embrace all of my splendor and fury in a simple phrase of vernacular.

It was originally written a song for my daughter envisioned in her future. These are the words:

...

Morgan was walking through the chartreuse room                                                

She stopped and pondered in the air                                                                        

It was an air so thick with doom

The paper of the walls, it so softly hung                                                            

With no intention to offend                                                                             

Hanging there so simply done

Soiled planks, they made the untouched floor                                                   

She contemplated twice without,                                                                              

the thought of any open door

He arose from the light of an empty space                                                              

His cap of felt drizzled with dew                                                                               

and his clothes they smelt of taste

 

All they ever needed was the mist of day                                                                

and lilacs in the Sun                                                                                                   

All they ever needed was each other                                                                    

and lilacs in the Sun

 

Soiled blankets hung upon the window thoughts                                           

Cloth prevented all of the light                                                                

Barricading all of the sight

Leaves the party ‘bout a half past noon                                                            

Ain’t no where to park your car                                                                           

Your bloody nose impending doom

Tips his cap and pulls you into the cab                                                                 

Out of your green and choking about                                                                   

But the psyche needs to be left drab

Morgan’s eyes glimmered and glimmered on                                                         

His score silken solitude                                                                                        

Their love left drowning in the pond

 

All they ever needed was the mist of days                                                         

and lilacs in the Sun                                                                                                   

All they ever needed was each other                                                                    

and lilacs in the Sun

 

Please watch over me                                                                                         

Daddy please watch over me                                                                                    

All I fear to be                                                                                                           

Daddy hum a melody

 

The cab it floated down the starry street                                                            

The snow had fallen down just right                                                              

Morgan set out towards defeat

 

The man he smiles with all his perverse grins                                                    

His clothes these days don’t seem so nice,                                                           

anymore ‘cause of the din.

Her blond curls they veil her pretty face                                                                   

I think her blue eyes they did too                                                                               

But he didn’t notice her disgrace

All of him and what he had become                                                                        

The flowers wilted through the day                                                                      

The heat had made it all undone.

 

The words exchanged and all they needed                                                      

were lilacs in the Sun                                                                                         

Pantyhose and misery,                                                                                     

wishing lilacs in the Sun

...

Sometimes I sing it to Reuben and Cherise by the Garcia Band. The verse works for it but the song is original. I have it on CD. I wrote it. My baby knows.

I wonder about the coming of the day when pain is not with us all. It will never be. We will always need that seed of anger or depression or sadness to grow from the manure we are planted in.

It is funny how Saturday’s become Sunday’s.

It is humorous how sometimes getting out of bed holds nothing more than the completion of ritual.

It is pathetic that some of us are so stuck on the dependency of others that we are never ourselves and we wouldn’t know how to be if we tried.

Rosin the bow!

Glide the horsehair across the strings with cat gut glory.

Make those tremolo screams shatter my soul.

The vibrato makes it all makes sense.

Deviating up and down from where we belong only to know the purity of the note in our hearts.

Kiss me gentle and lay me down to bed.

The flowers will keep me company. I will be shadowed by the lilac tree and the thoughts of my child as a woman.

Stand tall princess. You will always be my little hambone …

Tonight will not be a long one. I am going to keep it pretty short and sweet. A couple of comments, a couple of links and a couple of quotes should round it out just fine. Shape that clay, work the wheel, ride baby ride.

Wake up you sleepy head, rub your eyes get out of bed. Ding Dong al-Zarqawi’s dead.

(http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,198662,00.html)

500 plus 500 equals a whole lot of justice.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every soldier in our army. From General right on down to the soon to be soldier that is still at basic training. THANK YOU. If by any chance any of you are in the helicopters that flew from Pendleton or San Diego over the 5 freeway just South of the old El Toro marine base: that stare and gaze of awe and the thumbs up I give you guys IS sincere. I don’t want to salute and be disrespectful, and I don’t want to just wave and look a fool. Just my thumbs up and stares of respect. Keep defending us! Keep fighting on our behalf! Land of the Free because of the Brave!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are all the furthest thing from deplorable. You are real men.

What is deplorable are the actions of Michael Berg! What is up with insanity being named Michael? Myers, Dukakis, Moore, and now Berg? Ouch! The thread of the screw as augured a bit too much of his melon. He has been saying that Jesus, Gandhi, and Martin Luther King Jr. are the only real revolutionaries in the history of man. He has also said that he would not have used a speck of violence to stop al-Zarqawi from beheading his son Nick Berg on video tape. He would have opted to throw himself between the two of them. There are so many of his quotes that are ridiculous you can go check them out yourself.

(http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/meast/06/08/berg.interview/index.html)

 CNN’s Soledad O’Brien does a really good job of trying to wade through his sea of shit and illogical emotion tugs. He rambles on about his pacifism and how great it is too have never been violent. This man, as a parent, a loving caring Father, would not do anything to save his own son, his own flesh and blood’s life. He would just get in the middle and have them both killed. This makes no sense. Every parent out there knows they would do anything to prevent harm or death being inflicted upon their child. It is instinct. It is animal reaction. It is a parents duty and responsibility. How many of you would kill to save yourself or a loved one?

Some people are using the Bible against the “protection at any cost” rationale of pacifism and doing so wrongly. Everyone begins to reference the Commandment of “thou shalt not kill” or “thou shalt not murder”. There are numerous variations and explanations of this Commandment that are well worth a gander.

(http://tn.essortment.com/commandmentlist_rrbp.htm)

(http://www.whitestonejournal.com/tencommandments/)

(http://www.religioustolerance.org/chr_10c9.htm) - this is an especially good one.

(http://www.infidels.org/library/modern/features/2000/carrier2.html) - this is from a pessimist or con Commandment point of view but still is well worth looking at. Both sides make the facts.

However there is a big difference between kill and murder. It depends on whether you want to read the bible and understand it’s words or whether you want to proof text it and make your point out of manipulations and words taken out of context. There are two parts of the bible: the prescriptive and the descriptive. One tells us how and what to do. The other is a collection of stories that describe what and how something happened. Descriptive stories are meant to show example not to prescribe how to be. The original Hebrew for the murder/kill Commandment is the word “ratsach”. This literally translated means to “dice into pieces the innocenct”. As in, "Thou shalt not 'dice into pieces the innocent'". This offers a very different view than the translated word of murder which is the unjustified taking of a life. “Ratsach” would imply murder would be more properly used. Remember, Jesus asks in the Bible for you to, “sell your cloak and pick up a sword”. Some times in the name of protection and defense killing is justified. (http://www.tektonics.org/lp/nokilling.html) - this is THE site in order to understand the Commandment of Murder.

Yes my essay has found me defining words and trying to be clear in what is being conveyed and how it is meant. Precision IS the key. Thank you Malcolm.

Words are being ready to be held back at City Counsel meetings, here, in L.A. and Ontario California. A man in L.A. has repeatedly used the word “nigger” at the council meetings during the time allotted for public discourse. The man in Ontario is a priest who used his pulpit time in front of the City Council to place a curse on the members and their families. Honest, truth, I swear. But I better not at a City Council meeting.

I hope this doesn’t apply to the five intersection cameras that the have been installed at the intersection of Laurel Canyon and Victory here in L.A. At thirty frames per second these five cameras can get you for running red lights, use face recognition to identify you and also fine you for violation of the seat belt law. I am very, very, very scared. Much so more of that than I am a fraudulent data base of phone numbers I dialed. Frightening!

Speaking of frightening, World Cup Soccer started this morning. Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Goal!~ Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllll!

Or setting a good goal: Newly elected congressman from San Diego Brian Bilbray let’s all of his friends in the Senate know, “Friends don’t let friends give amnesty!” Bilbray took over Duke Cunningham’s seat this week and was a Congressman before in 1995 when he gave the nomination speech for Newt Gingrich for the Speaker seat. (http://www.latimes.com/news/printedition/california/la-me-fifty8jun08,1,4187803.story?coll=la-headlines-pe-california)

And finally some word to live by offered by Geno’s Steaks owner Joseph Vento who says that if you don’t speak English and you order a cheese steak at his place, “you’re just gonna get Whiz wit onions, that’s all.” I’m sure this pisses of his non English speaking customers as they really want an order of the “freedom fries” but don’t know how to ask. (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,198757,00.html)

By the way, Meathead Reiner: You’re a fucking douche bag and the whole damned State just told you so. Shove your free-day-care-for-all ideas back up your ass.

Oh and Al Gore: NO ONE IN THERE RIGHT FUCKING MIND WANTS TO HEAR EVEN JUST A JOKE ABOUT YOU BEING NAKED!!!!! You are getting to be a biggun. I think you are responsible for Global Warming. You are full of hot air and when you speak it is nothing but gas. Go invent another internet for us, ok, buddy?!?!?!?

Short and sweet like pigmies with the blue tooth.

Weekends coming so I gotta run like stockings.

Where does the pollen go?

Until Monday, when we talk about the pestle …

As if my last essay was not bad enough, I am going to two fold my misery of outcast into a big creepy sandwich slathered in the ever feared Miracle Whip. MMMMMMM. Lick the lips. Clear the throat. Here comes a big sandwich of what most of you will think to be shit.

Based on the feedback and attention drawn from my last post, which was sincere and from the heart with a dose of logic and reason, I know this will draw similar attention, awe and insult. I would like to say that I am speaking of what I know, how I feel, and of course, unless it is something I give a link to, it is opinion.

There are plenty of things that I could write about tonight. The defeat of California prop 82 - the meathead bill - requiring a tax on the rich in order to fund “pre-school for all” which I have written numerous times about. I could discuss how I was correct and the Constitutional Amendment debate has been initially thwarted with a 48-49 vote in the Senate today. The Amendment will NEVER happen. I could discuss Ann Coulter but it is only her ass I am interested in. I could discuss my outrage at the American soldier who is refusing to be dispatched to Iraq and has said that he is doing a better service towards his fellow soldiers by standing his ground against the war rather than fight next to them, shoulder to shoulder. I could even shove my head up my ass, call myself Greta Van Sustern and talk about Natalie Holloway. I made a promise regarding today’s topic and I will hold to my word.

FEMINISM:

I should hold forum of preface by saying that I am not getting ready to discuss the suffragette movement or equal rights as those found as a humor profundity in the film 9 to 5. This is not a discussion of Sojourner Truth or the mid 19^th century (http://feminism.eserver.org/history/docs/aint-i-a-woman.txt). This is not an issue of Hannah Jumper (http://www.rockportusa.com/aboutrockport/hannah/hannah2.html) helping the neglected and abused housewives of Rockport Massachusetts. It doesn’t even have to do with her raising the hatchets with the other women of Bearskin Neck and smashing the ever living shit out of the whiskey barrels that entranced and hypnotized their men on pay day. This isn’t about Eleanor Roosevelt and anything she ever, ever touched. My words are not directed at women who found their social and sexual freedoms during the sixties and seventies and did so with a sense of responsibility. This isn’t an issue of bra burning. Burn that over the shoulder boulder holder, burn it. Do what you need to do.

This is about a faction of society that have demonized men. The women who have made men feel as though they are worthless pieces of shredded withdraw slip from the sperm bank. Women who view men as nothing more than an inconvenience and nuisance that do not need to be tolerated due to “free love” and artificial insemination. Women that believe men are nothing more than raping, beating, abusive, demeaning beasts.

Femi-nazi's.

I am not some sort of regressive cave man that wants to pummel the shit out of my lady and expect a drunken foot massage while she sucks me off and makes dinner, all at the same time. My cave is empty. Once again I will state: the only thing that I have in common with cavemen beyond my hair is BBQ.

What is wrong with opening a door? What is wrong with pulling out a chair? What is wrong with paying for a meal? What is wrong with being a gentleman?

Chivalry died upon the first NOW breaths of Gloria Steinem. Ms Steinem’s (http://www.nwhp.org/tlp/biographies/steinem/steinem_bio.html) motives for gender segregation and reverse degradation are obvious. Her father left at an early age. Her mother was mentally ill. She attended Smith. I went to Umass Amherst which is right next to Smith. I know very well of Smith.

Just read, really read, and look between the lines at NOW's website (http://www.now.org/).

Is hating anyone justified to empower one’s self?

There ARE specific gender roles that can not be denied with any sort of success. Women hold children in their bellies. They bred them and then suckle them and nurture their young minds. Men are strong sexual beasts that find pride in caring for their homes and their families and find affection and acceptance through sexual interaction. It is no more complicated than the animal world that the liberals that claim we came from but are quick to deny any sort of gender roles regarding.

We have tossed this aside to such an extreme that we are now living in a over inflated world where both MUST work in order to allow strangers to raise our babies. We justify this in some perverted and warped sense of equality clause. It is just not right. Once family comes into play and it is not just man and woman or people getting along and children are involved we must think twice. We don’t even think once.

My little sister, who is now 25, was attending a junior college for a couple of years. She was taking women’s study and history classes. ALL classes in college, and for that matter High School and primary education, are women’s study classes. They demean men and boys and call their natural instincts nothing more than hyper activity that must be subdued via medicines that supposedly “treat” rebellious and “ill” boys with Ritalin for their actions. Subdue the populace and then you can take over. There is a reason that male enrolment in Colleges and Universities is down. They make men feel like shit and make them feel guilty for things that they did not do or have ever thought of doing.

My sister came home with great theories:

ALL sex is rape.

Abortion at anytime of pregnancy is a conclusion to being violated.

ALL men are violent.

ALL men want to hurt women and control them.

Taking care of your own children is wrong and you should not feel obligated to.

Women can not only work and raise their children but do anything and everything above and beyond that.

(I know that women from time to time wear tights but I did not think they were super heroes in the League of Justice!)

Anyone who speaks out against the feminist movement is the Anti-Christ (oops I mean evil - REAL feminists don’t believe in Christ because God is a woman who hates men) and must be destroyed.

This is what got my blood boiling finally this week regarding this subject.

Abuse against women is wrong. Neglect of women is wrong. Not allowing women to vote or succeed or get an education is wrong. Castrating men and minimizing their existence is wrong. Turning little boys into girls is wrong. Making men feel like shit for being gentlemen is wrong.

It was thought for a long time that only men can commit acts of domestic violence. The arrests for domestic violence are predominately men due to the force of their strikes not due to the repetitiveness of them. It is a proven fact that just as many men suffer from domestic violence as women. Feminists don’t want you to know this. They don’t want you to know the real damage caused to children is because of day care or preschool - which is nothing more than day care. Feminists don’t want you to know about the damage done to the family is because of how men are now viewed. They don’t want you to know about the warping of the economy because of the current two income dependency. They just want you to be proud to have a vagina as your child is abused at day care, you make your husband do everything and cut him off from sex because you are not “in the mood”, and you talk shit on people telling the truth because you are afraid to admit that there might be flaws in feminism.

Once too much power is given to a movement you must be frightened as to what will come of it in the grand scheme of things. Nazis, Ku Klux Klan, Black Panthers, Idi Amin, Communist China, Joseph Stalin, even the extreme Christian right or Labor Unions all sought out equal rights in the name of equal freedoms; all went so dreadfully dead fully wrong. That is how they ALL started. Feminism started with the right ideas. Feminism for over 25 years, in a house with 7-9 women and no men, killed, castrated, degraded, and abused me; all in the name of woman power. How is woman power different than White power?

Ok I am going to site some quotes from a liberal feminist writer who has found flaws in the system of feminism and the rise and fall of Erin Pizzey, the founder of the abused woman’s shelters of London in the early 1970’s. Here are Pizzey's fights against feminism and domestic violence after over 20 years dealing hands on with “victims”:

Disagreement #1: Of the first 100 women who entered Chiswick, Pizzey found that over 60 percent were as violent or more violent than the men they were fleeing. In short, a significant percentage of the women were also batterers or otherwise active participants in the violence.

Disagreement #2: Pizzey developed the theory that many battered women were psychologically drawn to abusive relationships and they sought them out. To PC feminists, such analysis was tantamount to 'blaming the victim.'

Disagreement #3: She explained why the existing model of domestic violence shelters was ineffective. PC feminists were attempting then (and now) to secure ever greater financing for these operations. Sandra Horley, director of Chiswick in 1992, reportedly complained, "if we put across this idea that the abuse of men is as great as the abuse of women, then it could seriously affect our funding."

So it comes down to funding! Much like social services and psychiatry it comes down to funding for ass protection. Survival of the slyest.

Pizzey was chased down and threatened time and time again. Dr. Laura Schlessinger (http://www.drlaura.com/main/) was made out to be a homo phobe and disregarded due to slander campaigns as her family was threatened with death by the violent feminists who were running around claiming violence against them by men.

Wendy McElroy sums it up much better in her article (http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,197550,00.html).

I am not a bastard. I am not a misogynist. I am not a chauvinist. I have a HUGE amount of respect for women. I love women and would do anything for the women that I care about. I just think there is a lot to think about. I think there is a lot of things that must require a two step back perspective to view without anger and injustice illegitimately screaming loudly based on emotion with no regard for what reality may show us.

I suppose it depends on who you trust.

Women and Men compliment each other. They naturally support each other like Ying and Yang, like water and oil, they mix well when shaken but compliment each other when just left alone to do what they are meant to do.

I guess I am old fashion. I guess I am just a prick. I was made a very emotional man by my all-female upbringing. I did not become a man until I was 29 because of it.

Hold it against me. Hold it close. Beat me down in the night because of what they have done to me

I don’t want to be a castrated little house boy anymore, by any woman.

I hold doors. I bring flowers. I like using words like baby and sweetie. I pull out chairs. I pay for dinner checks.

When I have sex it is not rape. I do NOT hit women.

Someone explain where the “movement” is going … is it just a loose movement with a strangle hold on my balls?

Sounds like a party you pay to get into.

May all the children in day care be prayed for tonight.

My hump day will probably be humpless because of this “atrocity” against women.

Until Friday when I won’t give a shit anymore …