Rape Culture. 102c – If I were the king!

Not too long ago,  we had two national cases of jurisprudence gone astray.  Two victims that were piled onto, by deceptive judges with ulterior motives.  Twenty years and ninety days are totally unacceptable.  If those morons (judges) had to experience anal penetration,  these kinds of cases would be different.    Not only that but a national push to get those sain kits processed.   This is a problem and that is unacceptable as well.

The response that the attacker is being treated unfairly is laughable,  if it weren’t so sad.  But let us transcend dogma and emotions.  If anything,  shield the victim from intimidating stares in the courts,   giving justice to the victim and life sentences to the Perpetrator.

Unfairness to attackers makes me want to hurl,  but reaction is not enough. Early education that stresses equality and the respect of women.  Why are racial epithets more egregious than terms like slut, whore and tramp?    To add insult to injury,  the male pissing on a victim, was given twenty years and crocodile tears.  No way mitigation should be given to men.

All women are beatific regardless of weight, social station and of course,  the pulchritude of the soul.  Let’s give love  to the honor of our sweet young girls and beautiful older women.   The waves of misogyny roll in like a tsunami.   The aftermath that keeps on giving as the waves of indifference and arrogance pile up like the evening tide.  A woman’s right to happiness is an afterthought,  while perps plan other attacks.

On a lighter note,  listen to the song and the suffering that all souls experience.  Let’s find a little bit  of compassion and common sense.  Morrisette Amon.  Let’s keep our hearts open.   All rights reserved by Wish 107.5.

 

I felt… Oh oh feelings!!!

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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.

Friedrich Nietzsche

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I felt but what was I feeling?

Were my perceptions of myself,  perceptions or guesses?

Were my guesses literal?

Or were my literal cognitions but fanciful dreams in a pick pocket’s hands?

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Were those hands ruddy or smooth?

Were those acts of sleight of hand cumbersome or like velvet?

Was it crushed velvet or a simulation,

like a Cubic Zirconia kind of Diamond?

And can a diamond be a friend

or can a CZ be one too?

So what if I feel.

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Was it a feeling  that I felt or a summation of feelings.

Feelings so elusive like water through ones fingers.

Fingers that rob and yet feed.

Fed by greed or by the perception of a job?

Does sustenance legitimize theft

when appreciation was only a fleeting consideration

of what I felt? A glimmer of what could have been?

Or more likely a clever ruse to conceal?

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