When Women Are Victimized and Misogyny.

You know,  I am sick of this.  I am sick of there being a problem and then swept under the rug.   Case #1 ,  another alleged sexual assault at a North Carolina University.   That place of higher education,  has recorded yet another case of REPORTED sexual assault AND it was at a school atop of reported events!

The ‘body of work’,   both rhetorical and actual,  perpetuate misogyny.   And then the sentences are a joke.  The latest perp, is an athlete.   I know,  I know,  who’d have expected that, right?

And this,  coming upon the heals of two major stories at Vanderbilt and Stanford respectively..    The Vanderbilt case,  is especially heinous,  as it IS a hate crime.  And after the raping,  he asserted to the victim,  that slavery is an alibi, 400 years of slavery that is.

It gets worse.   He then urinated upon the co-ed. With these extenuating circumstances,  he gets 15 years!   It seemed as this judge was more concerned, with the rapist’s prospects after release than the horror and degradation of the poor victim.  And you know that he will get leeway and an early termination of incarceration!

His name,   by the way.  Cory Baty.  The Judge:   Monte Watkins..   Be sure to comment or send an email to that Judge.  (POS).

Case Two:   A miserable POS (http://www.cnn.com/2016/06/06/us/sexual-assault-brock-turner-stanford/)

Listen to the account of the Victim!   This is heart-breaking!

Stanford rape survivor’s letter to her attacker 03:56

(CNN)Widespread outrage has erupted over a California judge’s decision to give a former Stanford University swimmer a six-month jail sentence for sexually assaulting an unconscious woman. Critics are blasting the decision as far too lenient.

I will let you listen to her story.  I am shaking mad,  even still.   Sad to be male and that I might make her fearful of me.   Even so,  it is important to internalize this!  six months to 90 days?!   Brock,  screw your dad and yourself!    And then ‘daddy pooh’ is all supportive! Screw him as well.   He stated that his son will be hurt for 20 minutes of bad behavior. Look at what your’ son did.    He can never repay that debt. Ever!!

But in a statement on Monday, Rosen stopped short of calling for Persky’s ouster.

“While I strongly disagree with the sentence that Judge Persky issued in the Brock Turner case, I do not believe he should be removed from his judgeship,” Rosen said. “I am so pleased that the victim’s powerful and true statements about the devastation of campus sexual assault are being heard across our nation. She has given voice to thousands of sexual assault survivors.”

CNN calls to Turner’s defense attorney, Mike Armstrong, were not returned Monday.

In another semi-related event.   This happened back a few years ago.   But injustice,  misogyny and ambivalence coalesce into a dirge of acrimony.  A woman who faced a trial,  re-raped in court,  and with a long comment by her,  that went unheeded.

As to the case, of a truant girl,  I sit here in apoplexy.   Make an example of an innocent girl.   But I will let you take this in.

 

So,  let me think,  Diane was being a good girl and yet had to face this, as a responsible young adult and under stress.     Ok, she got a respite with all those donations.

 

 

 

 

Jaded and Lonely

Someone’s Slave?

Kathleen entered the room.  A sense of dread is now pervading her thoughts.  Finally,  when M,aster Carl looks at her,  there is no real recognition, just a look of loathing.   Immediately,  she is lost.  Time stalls. Afraid to comment she waits for an answer,  anything remotely resembling clarification.   

He says she needs to go,  that she is a slave with no alternatives,  no expectations,  just a tired look of contempt.   She takes what little she has. Penniless and jaded, she walks the streets, head down from conditioning, a caldera of loneliness.

 

 

Her social deficits and homelessness weigh heavily upon her mind. At a loss, she sees herself as a peripheral player, as a person acclimated to punishment prostituted and jeered at, at sex parties,  as Carl looks at her derisively.   Suddenly she realizes that she is broken to the point where she feels like a dumpster.  Human but only marginally so.   

One alternative and only one,  with no person to talk to.  Bubbles swell in a dead pool, of foolish expectations, convinced her man in black,  is a fraud.   This she floats in a river going nowhere.  Marked with lashes and the taste of cum,  her fate was scripted, from the start.

Like Lambs to the Slaughter!!

There was a call to arms by men in high places,  putting on the charm, while soldiers tied their laces. Never ever  considering the risk and ruination.   Then screaming, in false bravado, “we’re doing it for our great nation”. (Politicans and Tax collectors)

The huggers of infants,  and Redwood Trees, in jubilee they trust.  Spending our money,  with profligate lust,  claiming our birthrights,  our sons and our daughters.

We have Gideon Bibles and a tract,  but only,  if we send in,  a few hard-earned dollars.  Benny Hinn and Al Sharpton  will make it all good again,  with a wink and a show of hands.   My, we are dupes,  and body counts,  you see,  we pay the ultimate price,  while our sons and our daughters plea.  Time for miscounted votes and a new batch of babies,  our sons and our daughters, they join the Navy.

Nothing wrong in protecting our nation,  but the blood of babies,  our sons and our daughters, in this great nation.

 

 

 

 

Caveman Entertainment Network (CET). Bullies in a blender. Reality TV.

Me and my cavemen counterparts were drooling and scratching our nether regions when all of a sudden there arose such a clatter.   My friends and I are as dumb as a box of rocks and say,  “ugh, alot”.  Very profound commentary for us.  But we do have very strong opinions on everything including our cave chicks.  Errr,   Cave Ladies.

We have discussed boobs,  moobs and Jiffy Lube.   The last is a mystery still til this day.   And why do those cave ladies always make remarks that we can’t understand.    The size of our sticks to the best of my understanding.

Now that our cave darlings feel empowered they are making extensive ‘Honey Do Lists’.     We would rather brood in our so-called mancaves and listen to crickets harmonize by the lake than carve out holes in the walls,  to display their fossilized knick knacks.    Hell,  my old lady and I mean really old lady,  wears granny pants and panties.   Kind of like those basketball shorts in the NBA and cargo pants that are bloused and squared away.   Better than those sexy ladies with the hamburgers in their mouths,  if you ask me.

Which one of these three do not belong?

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But one thing that really bugged us and that is,  is wrastling fake?   Or any more fake than Reality TV?  For one,  does anyone believe that Rick’s son Corey actually knows anything about much except that handshake he does? I mean it is like in the hood with the gun thing.   I wonder if he has maybe a gatt or Tech-9.

Now me and the cave morons all agree, that the Amish Mafia can’t be real because how can you commit arson on TV and get away with it.   And we wonder about his nice car.   Okay,  I got a horse and you got a Mercedes.  To be protected from what?   Teen girls smoking straw and overnight and illicit games of Scrabble?

The most inane TV Series is a tie between about 100 Reality TV Shows and ‘The Match Game’ and Gene Rayburn’s microphone.   I am not sure if that is cattle prod for ‘The Butthole Surfers’  or that staff that Moses had in that movie where he was a Pharaoh in training.

As to any of the shows where they are breaking the law what do they think because doesn’t law enforcement have TVs too?  So,  those Moonshine dudes, are on TV and you figure that they would be all in jail by now.    And anyway what happened to the Shapely Sonja on ‘Operation Repo’?   I love that ghoulish makeup and her awesome hair!   Even Billy the Exterminator knows she is a hot ticket in a donut factory.    I do want Billy’s electric Tennis Racquets because I want to nail some churlish wasps while they are sleeping.

Burn baby burn!

When my brother and I were younger he was a rascal.   One day he hit a honey bee hive with a rock and those overly sensitive bees chased us down.   I got stung a few times but rightfully my brother got x10 as many.   Sheez.   Or the day we were playing with Scorpions.

Now why is it when you have shows like the fishing shows that they are always whining like middle school girls?   Cave dudes love to mock and deride other dudes on the deck when the head cave dude is watching WWE and eating Doritos, the insect flavored brands.

Greenhorns my butt,  it is easy to create drama when one does not get enough roe.   Roe this, roe that,  row your boat whiner boy!   In the Storage Wars,  you have Brandi and Yuuuuuuuuup.    The rest is as staged as the Cowardly Lion biting his tail.

But if you want a real classy show,  you have that ‘Ginger’  with the hot ass cave chicks and their good manners.   That poor boy is probably for real,  like they are not my family.    The older guys are just as lame,  still trying to figure out their Tom-Toms and lava lamps.

Could you imagine one of them on a speed date?   “I  like chewing toe bacco and Cave wall porn.”    “My brother’s sister sure does like fyn!” Grunt!!!

I wonder if their National Anthem is Cocaine?   I mean cave dudes are in control of one thing and that is their TV remote controls and their ten foot satellite dishes.   I wonder if Cave chicks had tramp stamps?

Ice-skating with Zebras! On the Thin Ice of Life!

The world can be a tricky place with thin spots in the ice while crumbling quite literally beneath our feet.    One person flaunts the fact gaining attention for their intrepidness.    This is a figurative ice and I will explain.   We all go through our moments of self-discovery.   Coming of age in our right without the knowledge of it beforehand.    It is one thing to hear the story of the Birds and the Bees and quite another to feel what we feel.

During my Junior High days there was a classmate who had sex outside of the old school next to the football stadium.  As stories go,  this sounded like a date rape fantasy of a pretty and innocent girl but none-the-less it was prurient in nature, a myth of the preteen years.    The same story-teller told of the time he had touched a classmate in the bathroom of her parent’s house.   One gets the idea here in Sixteen Candles and Molly Ringwald’s panties.    The sheer awe of the unknown and to the Devil with the details and how they affect others.

So using the skater analogy again let’s consider this ice.    A person decides to lie about something.   Perhaps that diving off a water tower into a shallow retention pond is safe.    The problem is not whether anyone has tested this out in reality but simply repeated old tales.    They may even say they have jumped,  while they have not.   Person B thinks they need some Street Cred and invariably suffer because of it.

The girl above did in fact move away but I never heard anything else about again.   As to the reason or reasons why and the alleged facts by a somewhat silly boy telling other silly boys lies.     And before anyone plays the Ace just be sure that there are still aces remaining.

We seem to operate at our best with someone to keep us in line.   And that when no one is looking,  when take something that is not ours,    The human condition,  I guess.

This all reminded me of the events during my school days and how these cracks in the ice,  happen to the innocent and who cries for the victims in life?    Like I saw at a Soup Kitchen,  where a relatively young man, dressed badly,  smelled worse and had a big wound on his neck that was soaked with blood.    He started acting out an the Deputy summarily threw him out.   A young woman at another table commented that he was not like that before going to Prison.

And in a movie I saw from one of the Baltic States where two young girls used their looks for advantage.   These were nothing more than jumping lines and getting boys to hold their books on the way home from school.   The more beautiful girl was able to fend off the lecherous older guy until one day she was kidnapped,  passed around and eventually decided to marry this POS.   Too young to be married,   her advantage slipped away.

Her more conservative girlfriend stopped her from using her gun on her husband who murdered her ex boyfriend for no other reason than jealousy.   The conservative girl went to the wedding while loathing the miscreant who forced a young girl into a bad situation.     The more modest girl started to dance a very ethnic dance with adult movements and wowed the revellers and I guess were enamored.   Anyway, part of life for women around the world is this kind of subjective justice and it sucks.     The pressure of being weaker doubles down when their very utility is neutralized by seedy creeps and bullies.

For those who can be a hero,  do it.