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A few years ago the powers that be at Suicide Girls decided to remove all of their bondage-themed images in the fear that they could be construed as "obscene", based on new Justice Department policies. When that decision was made I sent an email to the admins imploring that they take a stand on this issue. If Suicide Girls doesn't take a stand in arguing that (very) light bondage is not "obscene", then who will? Does SuicideGirls stands for nothing? Are they unwilling to advocate on behalf of their very bread and butter, not to mention taking a stand for their community?
Years later we have seen exactly zero prosecutions of the kind that Suicide Girls backed down without a fight to avoid. Much higher profile sights than SG still host bdsm pictures, and many thousands of smaller sites have much harder content. Nothing has happened.
History has proven their unprincipled capitulation unnecessary, and my email went unanswered.
Maybe it's time for those pictures to return?
Years later we have seen exactly zero prosecutions of the kind that Suicide Girls backed down without a fight to avoid. Much higher profile sights than SG still host bdsm pictures, and many thousands of smaller sites have much harder content. Nothing has happened.
History has proven their unprincipled capitulation unnecessary, and my email went unanswered.
Maybe it's time for those pictures to return?
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You'll be rewarded tenfold in the afterlife.
Kenneth Lay - escaped justice. The wheels turned too slow to get that bastard. At least I have the consolation of knowing that if there is a God, he is in Hell where he belongs.
I am an Angry Liberal, like C. B. Shapiro, who said this:
There's been some ink spilled lately denigrating so called 'angry liberals,' that is, people who have allegedly lost their right to be taken seriously because they are 'angry.' And they are 'liberal.'
Well, I hereby declare myself a charter member in the ALC (Angry Liberal Club).
Sure, at first I felt guilty -- what right do I have as a patriotic American to be angry? Or liberal? Oh, I tried to repress the 'angry thing,' I tried -- if I was asked, I claimed I was a 'peeved moderate.' Or a 'mildly upset centrist.' But after much work through 'BIT' (Blog Immersion Therapy), I stopped feeling the shame. I'm coming out of the closet to announce I am an Angry Liberal Guy. And I am pissed.
You might be saying "Man, what are you so angry about, Angry Liberal Guy?"
I've compiled a short (and by no means complete) list just so I could see it all in one place:
I'm angry about the shredding of the constitution…illegal wiretaps…falsified intelligence…secret prisons… use of torture as an accepted means of interrogation…Terry Schiavo…the war on science…denial of Global Warming…the fascistic secrecy of our elected officials… presidential signings that declare the President above the law…the breakdown of the wall between church and state…the outing of a clandestine CIA agent for purely partisan political gain…the corrupting influence of K Street… the total sell-out of the legislative process to corporate interests… appointments of unqualified cronies at every level of government…Harriet Miers…Brownie…Abu Ghraib… Scooter …the complete mismanagement of the war in Iraq…the lies about the complete mismanagement of the war in Iraq…the grotesque budget deficits… the pathetic response to Katrina… a civil rights division dedicated to undermining civil rights…an environmental protection agency that refuses to protect the environment… (Take a breath, Angry Liberal Guy.)
And I'm angry about a smug, simple-minded, incompetent, unqualified President, and a press that denies the obvious fact that we have a smug, simple-minded, incompetent unqualified President.
If these things don't make you angry, I have to ask -- what the hell is the matter with you?
And what would it take to make you angry? -- C.B. Shapiro
There's been some ink spilled lately denigrating so called 'angry liberals,' that is, people who have allegedly lost their right to be taken seriously because they are 'angry.' And they are 'liberal.'
Well, I hereby declare myself a charter member in the ALC (Angry Liberal Club).
Sure, at first I felt guilty -- what right do I have as a patriotic American to be angry? Or liberal? Oh, I tried to repress the 'angry thing,' I tried -- if I was asked, I claimed I was a 'peeved moderate.' Or a 'mildly upset centrist.' But after much work through 'BIT' (Blog Immersion Therapy), I stopped feeling the shame. I'm coming out of the closet to announce I am an Angry Liberal Guy. And I am pissed.
You might be saying "Man, what are you so angry about, Angry Liberal Guy?"
I've compiled a short (and by no means complete) list just so I could see it all in one place:
I'm angry about the shredding of the constitution…illegal wiretaps…falsified intelligence…secret prisons… use of torture as an accepted means of interrogation…Terry Schiavo…the war on science…denial of Global Warming…the fascistic secrecy of our elected officials… presidential signings that declare the President above the law…the breakdown of the wall between church and state…the outing of a clandestine CIA agent for purely partisan political gain…the corrupting influence of K Street… the total sell-out of the legislative process to corporate interests… appointments of unqualified cronies at every level of government…Harriet Miers…Brownie…Abu Ghraib… Scooter …the complete mismanagement of the war in Iraq…the lies about the complete mismanagement of the war in Iraq…the grotesque budget deficits… the pathetic response to Katrina… a civil rights division dedicated to undermining civil rights…an environmental protection agency that refuses to protect the environment… (Take a breath, Angry Liberal Guy.)
And I'm angry about a smug, simple-minded, incompetent, unqualified President, and a press that denies the obvious fact that we have a smug, simple-minded, incompetent unqualified President.
If these things don't make you angry, I have to ask -- what the hell is the matter with you?
And what would it take to make you angry? -- C.B. Shapiro
Juniper
by Noe Venable
Mama oh mama I don't wanna come down
Not if it's all like it was on the ground
Hiding my feet cause I'm too shy to dance
Hiding my face behind both of my hands
Mama oh mama don't make me come down
Cause I don't know what will come out of my mouth
People will hear they won't know who I am
People will hear and they won't understand
Mama I've seen them the others like me
Once I could see it was all I could see
The silent procession that crosses the snow
In which skeleton ladies like skeletons go
Mama oh mama up here where I'm free
I have seen beauty you wouldn't believe
Juniper's ledges and Juniper's birds
Where Juniper's edges and mine become blurred
Mama oh mama if you only heard
The reasons for living the freedom of words
The blooming balloon of a thought being born
Safe in the branches of Juniper's arms
Mama oh mama I'm not like you think
Some harrowing walker down narrowing streets
If I had my way I would bring the whole world
Every sleepwalker and each hungry girl
Mama oh mama and old uncle tom
My father the thinker my daughter the song
Tell every bell to just wake up and ring
Tell this whole choir to just shut up and sing
Mama oh mama I'm holding your hand
In these glorious dreams in which you understand
Mama oh mama we're spinning around
Mama oh mama don't make me come down
by Noe Venable
Mama oh mama I don't wanna come down
Not if it's all like it was on the ground
Hiding my feet cause I'm too shy to dance
Hiding my face behind both of my hands
Mama oh mama don't make me come down
Cause I don't know what will come out of my mouth
People will hear they won't know who I am
People will hear and they won't understand
Mama I've seen them the others like me
Once I could see it was all I could see
The silent procession that crosses the snow
In which skeleton ladies like skeletons go
Mama oh mama up here where I'm free
I have seen beauty you wouldn't believe
Juniper's ledges and Juniper's birds
Where Juniper's edges and mine become blurred
Mama oh mama if you only heard
The reasons for living the freedom of words
The blooming balloon of a thought being born
Safe in the branches of Juniper's arms
Mama oh mama I'm not like you think
Some harrowing walker down narrowing streets
If I had my way I would bring the whole world
Every sleepwalker and each hungry girl
Mama oh mama and old uncle tom
My father the thinker my daughter the song
Tell every bell to just wake up and ring
Tell this whole choir to just shut up and sing
Mama oh mama I'm holding your hand
In these glorious dreams in which you understand
Mama oh mama we're spinning around
Mama oh mama don't make me come down
enter no(silence is the blood whose flesh
is singing)silence:but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush,one
dead leaf stirring makes a crash
-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-
autumn has gone:will winter never come?
o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and
gently
(very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery)
descend
is singing)silence:but unsinging. In
spectral such hugest how hush,one
dead leaf stirring makes a crash
-far away(as far as alive)lies
april;and i breathe-move-and-seem some
perpetually roaming whylessness-
autumn has gone:will winter never come?
o come,terrible anonymity;enfold
phantom me with the murdering minus of cold
-open this ghost with millionary knives of wind-
scatter his nothing all over what angry skies and
gently
(very whiteness:absolute peace,
never imaginable mystery)
descend
From "A Nickel" by Charles Bukowski
"I wrote the morning line down my program and walked over to the bar where I noticed a big blonde, about 35 and alone - well, about as alone as a big babe like that can get amongst 8,000 men. She was trying her damnedest to burst and pop out of her clothes, and you stood there watching her, wondering which part would pop out first. It was sheer madness, and every time she moved you could feel the electricity running up the steel girders. And perched on top of all this madness was a face that really had some type of royalty in it. I mean, there was a kind of stateliness, like she was beyond it all. I mean, there are some women who could simply make damned fools out of men without making any type of statement, or movement, or demand - they could simply stand there and the men would simply feel like damned fools and that was all there was to it. This was one of those women."
"I wrote the morning line down my program and walked over to the bar where I noticed a big blonde, about 35 and alone - well, about as alone as a big babe like that can get amongst 8,000 men. She was trying her damnedest to burst and pop out of her clothes, and you stood there watching her, wondering which part would pop out first. It was sheer madness, and every time she moved you could feel the electricity running up the steel girders. And perched on top of all this madness was a face that really had some type of royalty in it. I mean, there was a kind of stateliness, like she was beyond it all. I mean, there are some women who could simply make damned fools out of men without making any type of statement, or movement, or demand - they could simply stand there and the men would simply feel like damned fools and that was all there was to it. This was one of those women."
If you have not found it yet, I want to call your
attention to "Baghdad Burning", a blog being kept by
an extremely thoughtful and literate Iraqi woman,
going by the name of "Riverbend".
http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/
<excerpt>
[Donald Rumsfeld reported] "Innocent civilians in
[Fallujah] have all the guidance they need as to how
they can avoid getting into trouble."
How do they do that Rumsfeld? While tons of explosives
are being dropped upon your neighborhood, how do you
do that? Do you stay inside the house and try to avoid
the thousands of shards of glass that shoot out at you
from shattering windows? Or do you hide under a table
and hope that it's sturdy enough to keep the ceiling
from crushing you? Or do you flee your house and pray
to God you don't come face to face with an Apache or
tank or that you aren't in the line of fire of a
sniper? How do you avoid the cluster bombs and all the
other horror being dealt out to the people of
Falloojeh?
</excerpt>
I find this simple account with its obvious questions
moving to the depths in a way I can hardly articulate.
I remember the despair that I try to forget.
I feel despair for the lack of empathy shown by so
many of our countrymen for the people of Iraq. When I
read about this woman's experience I want to scream at
the top of my lungs till my vocal chords burst. I want
to grab every Bush supporter I can find
http://www.werenotsorry.com
and somehow force them to hear this perspective. I
want to fall to my knees and beg them to open their
hearts and their eyes to the reality of what is
occurring to real human beings over there, because of
this monsterous occupation.
I want to claw open their eyes and force them to love,
to tear down the walls of ignorance in myself and in
everyone, and spend myself completely in a wild and
futile frenzy until my exhausted heart can feel no
more and nothing remains but sleep.
attention to "Baghdad Burning", a blog being kept by
an extremely thoughtful and literate Iraqi woman,
going by the name of "Riverbend".
http://riverbendblog.blogspot.com/
<excerpt>
[Donald Rumsfeld reported] "Innocent civilians in
[Fallujah] have all the guidance they need as to how
they can avoid getting into trouble."
How do they do that Rumsfeld? While tons of explosives
are being dropped upon your neighborhood, how do you
do that? Do you stay inside the house and try to avoid
the thousands of shards of glass that shoot out at you
from shattering windows? Or do you hide under a table
and hope that it's sturdy enough to keep the ceiling
from crushing you? Or do you flee your house and pray
to God you don't come face to face with an Apache or
tank or that you aren't in the line of fire of a
sniper? How do you avoid the cluster bombs and all the
other horror being dealt out to the people of
Falloojeh?
</excerpt>
I find this simple account with its obvious questions
moving to the depths in a way I can hardly articulate.
I remember the despair that I try to forget.
I feel despair for the lack of empathy shown by so
many of our countrymen for the people of Iraq. When I
read about this woman's experience I want to scream at
the top of my lungs till my vocal chords burst. I want
to grab every Bush supporter I can find
http://www.werenotsorry.com
and somehow force them to hear this perspective. I
want to fall to my knees and beg them to open their
hearts and their eyes to the reality of what is
occurring to real human beings over there, because of
this monsterous occupation.
I want to claw open their eyes and force them to love,
to tear down the walls of ignorance in myself and in
everyone, and spend myself completely in a wild and
futile frenzy until my exhausted heart can feel no
more and nothing remains but sleep.
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