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John Brown's Body
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Canticle I
BORN AMONG BRIARS
An Emblem Book by
MATT CYGNY
Contents
1. The Threshold of Siege Perilous 1
Lurker at the Threshold; The Myth of the Star-Spangled Banner; A Needle too
big for a Horse; My Cruel Soulmate; Maxwell's Demon & the Quartermasters
of Reduction; Love Should Make us Happy?
8. The Anti-Swastika 67
A Taxing Argument; The Revolution of the Goddess; The Reason Why the
Peasants Must Be Honored; The Wheel of Karma Keeps on Turning; Ashes of
Burned-Out Obsession
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(P. 67) Starue of Pygmalion & Galatea by Étienne Maurice Falconet, from
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long as Babylon’s sorceries confine us to the bottom of
this flask, our view of the world beyond the flask shall
be distorted by the delusion which imagines that
conquest is love.
If we would vanquish the Dragon, we must equip
ourselves with a science which appreciates the
ontological significance of Love. Within the human
world, Love is the Prime Mover. Exorbitant passions
arise as reactive rebellions against Love. Eventually,
Exorbitant Jealousy merely creates martyrs who
confirm the Dominion of Love – but in the short run,
we shall be in need of heroes and houris who
understand just how a dragon may be slain.
Of course, as ancient tales shall tell us, the
Dragon’s lair is littered with the bones of heroes who
forgot to take care of the Bag of Tricks that
Grandmother gave them. It’s also known these tricks
shall only work for heroes who are gentle with the
girls.
There’s some who say, that we should just forget
Love, to set our hearts on higher treasures like
Knowledge and Contentment. I know the Dragon has
some way to get to these states without walking
through the Land of Love. But I, alas, am only a poor
mortal, who’s only moved to long for higher things
when prodded by Love’s pang.
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salted with the occasional pale cosmopolitan, we are
more than likely to be typecast in the role of Dick
Turpin. This is unhistorical. To quote Walter Noble
Burns, who was a fairly observant historian, “[The gun-
slinging killers of the Wild West] were all blond. There
was not a pair of brown eyes among them.”2
But even now, after various Marxist parties control
about 1/3 of the seats in your Northern European
parliaments, you Europeans still persist in clinging to
the myth, that it was the Real People who were the
aggressors, and that armored 2 Like all the
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it is usually presented, as interpreted by
anthropologists. So since you have come out here to
interpret, will you allow me to interpret you?”
“You’re not a Noble Savage!” she exclaims. “What
I can see, is that you are simply a goat, who has found a
way to get through my defenses.”
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that one’s not going to hurt too much – but the next one is
a sort of shock therapy for your spine, to trick the affected
nerves to start producing the humors they need to, to
keep pain in its place so that it disciplines your excess but
does not dominate.
“Oh, yes, I know, buckaroo – where women are
concerned, excess has always been your middle name.
Start saying your prayers to God, to help you take your
atonement for your sins gracefully, because I have gotten
the serious syringe in place now, and I’ve seen a lot of
men just as big as you scream and cry when this injection
went in. I know you aren’t feeling OK, but you have been
brave. You’ve only got to hold still for about another
minute, while I pull the big needle out – I’ve seen a lot of
big men cry when I did this to them, so if you need to
moan don’t be afraid to let it out. There – let me put a
band aid on it. If you need to quiver and shake you can do
so now. Call the clinic if it gets to be this time tomorrow
and the pain has not diminished sufficiently that your
masochistic butt can enjoy it.”
My Cruel Soulmate
I’m Asking the Father in Heaven:
Why has Love been tortured so often?
I’m brandishing my fist against the Archetypal Father:
So long as He must always be in control,
There can be no redemption for the world.
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animals could stand to be around him. Some bad things
happened to Vulture that spoiled his fine hairdo, and left
him stinking like a piece of rotten meat. While Vulture
was being dragged around by the bison he’d thought he
could love and abuse, the animals began to broadcast his
shame to all of the medicine people. Because all of the
animal people looked upon Vulture as their priest, this
precipitated a revolution.
“The Aztecs became the counter-revolutionaries who
sacrificed the dissidents, and everyone else that they felt
like, so they would be able to continue in worshipping
their Vulture-Priests. But after the Revolution, most of the
Native tribes north of the reach of Aztec diplomacy
became strictly Republican. After that revolution no chief
or sachem was permitted to have more than constitutional
authority. After the day when God had to break the nose
of his little brother, even the greatest leaders had to defer
to the dictates of tribal authority.
“I thought the Southern Death Cult persisted until
the Frenchmen settled New Orleans,” Regina reflects back
to me.
“You Anthros want to think that no one knew a thing
about progressive culture, until you came over to
enlighten us,” I find myself reacting. “You’re so entrenched
in the prejudices left over from Christianity and Islam,
that you can’t imagine that there might have been healers
among people you call savages, who carried on a very
lively dialogue with their Creator.”
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tribes that you still refer to as savages, might have
had a relation to the Spirit of Prophesy which was
just as valid for them as any of the revelations of
your saints? Don’t you see why we are concerned?
It’s one thing to accept Death as a sort of initiation
into a Higher Realm. It’s quite another to impose
this sort of initiation on everyone who will not
accept your version of the dogma. You want to
condemn the Natives because their urban cultures
persisted in sacrificing people who wanted to be
Gods – but don’t both your Christian Inquisition and
its present-day Islamic equivalent, show every
surviving aborigine all over the world, just which
cultures really are entrenched in red-handed
savagery?
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only for ourselves, but for our distant soulmates, and
even for those far-away stars which constellate in shapes
that remind us of the grossest outlines of our human
destinies.
We want to believe that when soul-mates begin to
forgive each other for the crimes that they have seen in
the pit that lies between them, the world can begin to
move toward some sort of redemption.
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Maxwell Silverhammer
Is teaching a class in Statistics.
If you take a stand outside the Normal Curve
You shall be called Maxwell’s Demon
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But are proud of the way in which economic compulsion
Irons out the lives of the people.
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Love should make us happy? Down the causeway
Love exists to open a door, & make that leads to the pyre
us confront the abyss: where we shall be sacrificed?
Can it give us strength, can we walk The fairy-tales we have heard
without flinching, Do not speak of this valley.
First Vulture:
The fairy-tales you learned in the cradle do not
speak of this valley. This journey is for those who
ask of love only, that it should give them courage to
look upon the horrors of the world, and not grow
faint.
Second Vulture:
We have had to look upon three and a half
Years of Horrors in which all things have been
burned away. Because we are not of your species,
we do not feel the pain that you should, when you
witness how your brothers and your sisters have
been killed. But as you can see for yourselves, this
beautiful garden has been turned into a desert. The
sun shines now, and we have only bones on which
to perch. There are no longer any trees to shade
our weary flesh.
Third Vulture:
Even we have cried for solace, under the
moon of the night, when the quiet breeze stirs a
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carnal odor that still has not died, so many years
after the massacre.
Fourth Vulture:
It is not for the coward to walk through this
valley of death. But you who are lovers must
persevere, even through this wasteland in which
both joy and sorrow are cast away. Under this sun,
we expiate the wickedness of our karmas.
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THE BUDDING OF THE ROSE
Myths must become alive again –
But living is the opposite of classicism
Perhaps, when we begin to dance with naked feet
The world shall become living.
St Patrick's Day, 2000
It might have been!
As the snowline retreats up the hills, we can finally
believe that one more winter is coming to an end. This is
the spring of the year that shall end the 2nd Millennium
After our Supposed Redemption.
By this time in our evolution, we might have
become creatures among whom empathy and cooperation
would have come as easily, as dancing on a breeze comes
to a tree.
Instead, everything has been fenced in with barbed
wire. In the cities, certain types of barbed wire have
evolved into bright flashing neon circuitry that dazzles
even as it imprisons.
Because we are dazzled, it seems that our fears are
ungrounded. Fluorescent electrical flashes make
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everything seem alive, even while they keep us from
even seeing that we are bound in by a wall.
It isn’t the sort of wall that becomes obvious,
because it bends around us. The only time it really holds
us back, is when we reach for the sky. Then we discover
that we have been thrown down, because we had
imagined that we could be the Gods, who could make
our own way into Heaven.
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So now there is a mask that is sprouting with tears.
Conscripted by Heaven
What shall remain, when all our myths have died?
Great storms shall descend from the Solar Corona.
T he lightning shall crackle, and John Brown shall rise from the
dead.
We look down on the ground beside us, and see the body of a White
Man. The style of his white shirt, trousers, and suspenders,
informs us that the present frame is set in the 1850's. His
hair is unruly; he has rope-burns around his neck, and a red
stain on the front of his shirt that has come from an
abdominal wound.
Is there no innocence?
It’s now the year 2000.
We’re still waiting for the myths that died in 1935
To come back to life.
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breaks free from the dark clouds.
There’s trouble down there in the hold. Revolting slaves are singing
“John Brown’s Body.”
There’s no innocence here, but there are sharks, stirring up the waters
of the wake. There’s grog enough spilled in the Captain’s
cabin, to make the sharks as tipsy as the crew.
Before the storm, this ship had been bound for Jamaica, to take on a
cargo of rum. But then, when lightning hit the mast, the
slavers looked upon a light sent from Eternity.
That light dawns on the drunken men, and all of their fears come to
life. The chains fall from the men bound in the hold. Above
the deck, beneath a stormy moon, a muscular angel flies by.
“God did not create this nightmare,” the body of John Brown declares.
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As our psychologists have shown, what we call
passion is a brutally intoxicating cocktail in which eros
and thatatos are blended. The problem I have with
Renata, is that she mixes a little too much thanatos into
the drink. As an endangered revolutionary, I am pleased
by the indifference she can demonstrate in the face of
Death. But insofar as I already have enough collateral
casualties to repent for, I am finding myself compelled to
look elsewhere for the eros which I need, if I am to be able
to balance my passion and my reason.
“Tomorrow, the death-squads may find us,” sighs
Regina. "So let us love each other while we can”
I waken from my reverie with a start. I have been
contemplating her breast, reflecting on the contrast
between her rather light skin and Renata’s very dark skin.
I am shaken because, beneath her facile mock-heroic
romanticism lies a historical trauma with real teeth.
“Haven’t you ever wondered what it was like to be
comrades in the Resistance?” she asks with that de-
Beauvior smile.
I realize that it shocks me because she is invoking
something I’ve been trying to forget. I wanted to get as far
as I could from the struggle to save ethnic and religious
minorities from all of the varieties of Ethnic Cleansing –
but it seems that the more that I run, the more that I find
myself right there in the center of the storm.
I nestle my bare, hairy chest against her smooth
breasts, and kiss her lips.
“Tomorrow the Nazis may find us,” I reflect with a
detached air. “That’s all the more reason we should love –
since only love dares lift a fist against the Fiend.”
Tomorrow, the enemy may lock us both away in
some stone tower, where Good and Evil both are far too
obvious, and yet where only those who do not fear the pain
of martyrdom dare to be good. But for the moment, since
the Angel With the Flaming Sword has gone away to serve
the Fascist State, the two of us have crept quite secretly
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into a garden, where the fruits of Good and Evil remain
still green, and still unpicked upon the Tree.
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The spirit of John Brown has carried me away. The sweet chariot sweeps
down low, so that I am able to look down on the wide Kansas
plain. The railroad tracks recede to the horizon -- how is it
they can travel on so far together, yet never quite manage to
touch?
That sun which hangs low in the West -- shall it ever be able to redeem
us?
We fly on till that sun is above us. Down in the Atlantic Ocean, the
escaped slaves light a fire under a huge iron cauldron, stirring
in chunks of meat that once were the limbs of the captain.
They’ll celebrate their resurrection with a feast.
It seems God’s forgotten the captain. He now is no more than a
nightmare in the hearts of souls that still remember whips and
chains. The angels lift the Afric souls on high, while the Flying
Dutchman’s voice still echoes against the ink-stained clouds of
heaven.
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As we walk out into the parking lot outside of the
burrito joint, we find ourselves having to dodge the used
condoms and broken hypodermics that have been left
here by the roving creatures of the Night.
We laugh about this vision of the Abomination of
Desolations, but something clutches at my heart with
solemn spell. Just what would John Brown say, if he
could see the way in which the kids are being treated in
the Inner Cities today?
Again, I am shocked into awareness, that all is not
as good as it would seem. Do we not know, we are in
Babylon? The Great Pimp shall make sure the Harlot
rides the Beast – full knowing just how much she shall
get hurt when he finally gets weary of her wares. He does
not need to care, since he is Light, and she is the Dark
Mire. He is the Unconquered Sun, and she is but the dark
face of the moon.
But look upon the ground – you’ll see the evidence,
that Babylon’s in chaos. Perhaps we should be thankful
that the kids do use condoms – but what is all this glass
upon the ground? What are the terrible diseases that may
be carried on the tips of needles that once injected
surreptitious glee, but now may condemn someone to a
life of misery?
When women are degraded, the sons shall grow up
mean.
“Sing sorrow, sorrow – but let good win out in the
end!” Regina sighs pensively.
I find that I am sharing in her feeling of malaise.
I’ve tried so hard to believe, if only I could just repent of
my perversity, the rest of the world would repent of its
own wickedness also.
We sit down inside the burrito joint, and Regina
takes off her coat. I cannot help staring at the low cut of
her blouse. There’s little I can do right now about the
social entropy that’s leading this society on the same
journey to perdition that Spain and Iran took long ago.
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All that I can do is to appreciate the fact, that I do have
compatriots.
We do not know how long it shall be, until those
men who have gained power through jealously
manipulating those around them, remember the
chastisements of the Goddess, and fear to excite Her
kinky side any more than they already have. We do not
know how long the honor killings and the mutilations
shall go on.
We only know, that where manners are proper, a
love affair should not be considered a capital crime
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stars shine down upon us; somewhere in the distance
the antelopes are hiding from coyotes.
The problem is, the leather jackets that hold our
ribs together know too well that everything beneath
those damaged ribs has been shattered by the passions
of war. We always find the blessings that life gives us
fall too far short of our dreams.
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I am beginning to appreciate why she is so adamant
in her mistrust of obsessive love. This is why I seem to be
able to appreciate her more, now that I am learning how
to refuse to be fanatical in my fidelity. Perhaps, as
Renata would insist, it is only this sort of appreciation
which really can be called love.
A past age could glorify the sort of compulsive
romanticism which leads two teenagers to leap with
flaming hearts into one grave. But in our day of suicide
bombers, we’ve seen too much of thanatos. Marriage can
be temporary, and mankind will survive, so long as we
restore rituals of atonement for sins against women and
children. But if we fail to cultivate a compassionate eros
which can intercede against the Hojjatayah government
of jealousy, we’ll find that the Djinn from the Empty
Quarter have foreclosed on the whole earth, and are
auctioning us all off to the highest bidder.
What is this swirling dance of illusions, through
which Renata and I conduct each other when we lead
each other on? We each have our illusions – and of course
in each case they are different. But the fact that we keep
coming back to fight with each other, seems to indicate
that these delusions actually disguise a common core,
which we both share.
Maybe the problem is, that the world has collapsed,
and that the Gods whom we are accustomed to
worshiping all have died. As a result, Renata and I find
ourselves having to hold up opposite ends of the sky.
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In retrospect, it’s overwhelmingly obvious to me,
that the reason I was attracted to Renata was because
her pattern of suffering seemed so much like a reflection
of my own. As my own personal terror became
romanticized, passion leapt on me. I knew too well, the
thrill I got when she begged me for sympathy derived
from my uncertainty – would I be as brave as she was,
when it came my turn to scream?
I f the demons could take off their masks, they would begin to see
what we see: the paradox of a culture which believes in the Garden
of Eden, but which cannot give up the profits which are to
be made from the sale of Flaming Swords.
These demons make the best guided missiles, and export them on the
installment plan, with creative financing. All they demand in
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return is that you must be vigilant in making sure that your
people do not take up arms to protect themselves from Uncle
Alligator's pirates.
What could this Body of John Brown have become, if we had honored the
treaties of multicultural commitment, and the Native Culture had
been allowed to flower? What could this land have been if the
Covenant had been honored, and the Covenant Chain had
remained the Law of the Land?
Fate is ironic; Atlantis has only been sunken for 500 years. Now that most
of the Natives of New Mexico have given up believing in their
ancient languages, the Guardian of the North Pole has found a
new way to speak.
What the leaders are spending on arming their potential enemies
makes the budgets of all of the UN Agencies that are
working for peace seem pretty small. But our scientists are
beginning to gather evidence, that all the Elemental Forces of
the Earth are bursting with angry energy. They call it global
warming, but maybe it ought to be called – cosmic irritation.
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job description of an Angel does not require him to spend all of
his time redeeming a Hell, ever since that social contract was
made, the Angels of Inspiration have pretty much been leaving
Babylon alone.
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Back When Those Vultures Were
Angels
The Vultures look down on us from the cliffs where the mountains
begin. They like to roost on high places, because, before pride
brought them down, they used to be angels. But these days,
when they look down on the Great Society of the Vespucci,
they find themselves compelled to shake their heads.
These Vultures are shocked to watch us in our wicked games, because
they can see that we are becoming just like they used to be. Like
them, we’ve been abased through sins of pride. Like them, we’ve
battened on the substance that once belonged to the dead and
the near-dead. Like them, we have been angry and impatient
with the predatory nature of the earth.
“We also urged people to piety while seeking to get all we could from
the Creator whom we pretended to serve,” they will confess in
accents of lament. “We also used to urge men to chastity,
while seeking to possess all of the pretty women as our own.
But then the Great Creator sent the Peacemaker. We tangled
with those chiefs who’d been converted to the Way of Peace –
and soon were driven out to the highest cliffs in the desert.
When you see us, you must remember, we were once the
handsomest of men, who ruled great cities from the tops of
pyramids.”
We who have been turned into Vultures finally understand, that there is
far too much cannibal blood on our hands, for us to go telling
the people, in the name of that Creator we have learned to fear,
just who should live and who should die. We’ve learned through
painful lessons, that though in God’s heart we may be forgiven,
there’s something in our own hearts that will not rest, till we’ve
squirmed in some painful atonement for the times that we’ve
betrayed our lovers and our friends.
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Nov 13, 1993
“Of course I’m not innocent either,” Renata
confesses.
She has only been released a couple of days ago,
from a body cast that kept her horribly immobilized. She
is begging me to massage her legs, which have developed
habitual cramps. I look at the barely healed scar of a long
and horrible incision running down her thigh, where her
bones were held together while a big titanium spike was
driven through her hip.
“You’re right,” she continues her confession, as I sit
down in a chair beside the bed. “The thing that forces me
to have patience with Dr. Payne, is that I know too well
in my heart, that I share his sadistic perversion. Do you
know what really turns me on? I want to suck on the dick
of a crucified man!”
She pauses, to guage my reaction, and then
continues:
“I have felt such rage, feeling Dr. Payne’s cock
forced all the way up to my tonsils, and knowing he
would choke me if he thought he could get away with it.
But then I allow myself to fantasize his arms and legs
nailed to a cross. The only reason I am gagging so hard
that I want to vomit out my gall bladder, is because I am
sharing the pain he is feeling as he hangs on the cross, I
know then that the nausea I am feeling is nothing
compared to the pain he must be suffering, as he waits
for the Devil to haul him off to the place where souls are
digested in baths of sulfuric acid.
“I ask him then if the Cross hurts, and after I have
driven him to rage I go back to sucking him off. It doesn’t
really matter to him whether I get off or not, but later
when I am alone I have a chance to develop my fantasies.
They are so wicked! But if I don’t allow the wicked
fantasies to unfold, I can’t reach an orgasm, and I know
that I will die from the abuse.”
I find myself confirmed in my belief that the passion
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which has brought Renata and myself together is a deep
collective need.
“I have had such orgasms from absolutely wicked
fantasies!” she continues to confess to me. “When I asked
why I had the karma to discover that I had no innocence,
I realized that my birth had been an answer to the
passion of a Carthiginian priestess who had died impaled
on a Roman spear.
I began to realize, that since I was born to fill a gap
which was left when that priestess was murdered, for all
practical purposes I was her. That is why I got an
orgasmic release from remembering the pain of having a
Roman spear run up through my rectum and out my
belly just under my gall bladder.
After 2,000 years and more, the horror has
diminished to a sexual thrill, but the Original Me was
writhing and howling in dire agony for all of 3 days
before I could finally die. The pain would still kill me if I
did not allow myself the sexual excitement. But when I
allow the fantasy to unfold, I can realize that the Romans
were actually so angry simply because I had been
crucifying their comrades, and then sating my lust on the
hard cocks of men who were writhing in the pain of
hanging from the trees.
“So as I have warned you, I am not innocent. Like
you, I know that if I ever had an innocence, that
innocence was murdered long ago. I don’t have any idea
as to the why of it, but I do experience myself as the
present instance of a long line of women who have cried
and screamed as they atoned for their sins. We have been
expiating ever since the end of the Second Punic War,
and I can’t quite be sure for what. The closest I have been
able to figure it out, is that those of us who are the twice-
born are what we are because we trying to rectify the
karmas left by great souls whose sins must be redeemed.”
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not living in a world in which everyone is being pimped
out by the Antichrist. That is why I let myself love Dr.
Payne. He is no saint, but he does see the shame of the
Pimp. He is a coward, and when the Great Pimp
declares: torture this woman for me, he will be scientific
in his cruelty. But he also has kept me alive, all the time
he was torturing me in the most fiendish ways – and now
I understand why. That coward admired me and envied
me, because I had the courage he lacked. When I recover
and get strong enough to let him show me how to give
him the flogging he needs to restore his faith – that’s
when I shall be able to get free, so that I can love you.”
Renata, when I look into the flame, I see how we
have suffered. We have suffered so much, because within
our hearts there lies the knowledge of a shameful
genocide.
“You know about the scar that eats away at my
heart,” she intimates to me. There’s something within us
that wants to believe that we should have the power to
redeem the world. And so our faith drives us to madness,
and we need to atone for that madness by enduring
surgical procedures that make us scream. It’s only when
we begin to wake up that we understand why the dream
has been so tortured. We had to be tortured to wake us
up to the fact that we had fallen to worshiping the God of
Sadism, and calling that idolatry Faith.”
It has taken us both so long to begin to appreciate,
just why we dance together in this way.
“The reason I am angry with you,” she finally came
around to confess, “is that I’d really come to hope, that
the cruelty I was feeling in the hands of Dr. Payne would
cure me of all my desire to ever be loved by a man. But
now I have you to scold me about my suicidal fantasies –
so now you can’t be too upset if those suicidal fantasies
turn into fantasies of flogging you!”
I felt an impulse then to recoil. Perhaps, if I had
known, the sort of procedures which I would have to
endure, when I asked God for the beatings I would need
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to expiate for my arrogance and sadism, I would not
have repented. But alas! Love showed me how helpless I
was before Fate, and my own passion led me to take
down my pants and beg God for the flogging that would
redeem me.
In this way, Renata, the madness of your own
rebellion has led me to join in your struggle against all
the Aryan Gods. And so, though I’d vowed I’d never be in
this place again, my sympathy for you has driven me,
until I take my place upon the battle line. I must confess
that I feel shame about the way I have seen you get hurt.
That’s why the moth flies into the flame – and that
is also why the flame changes the moth into a collection
of highly excited electrons, which etch a charcoal sigil on
the ceiling. And that is why, just like the charge of atoms
which must hop about in the hot candle flame, the
valence of our hearts is always changing.
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the Aliens abducted Elijah.
“After what I have been through,” Renata
enunciates, “I do have the right to expect that the men
who come into my life should respect me as a comrade.
You’ve been in the Movement long enough to know, we
never will have liberation until we have genuine
comradeship! It shouldn’t be a matter of whether we
screw other people or not. What matters is, do we care
enough to provide cover to each other, when the chips are
down?”
The sun begins to rise, not only over Taos, New
Mexico, but also over all of the graves of the warriors,
sisters, and children who had to go under the earth
because their bodies wore out while they walked on the
Trail of Tears. I wake up, and my swollen scrotum
informs me that I got my arse whipped the night before. I
guess that’s the trade-off for my chasing too many women
– the fact I end up with the mean ones.
It’s a soreness that feels seductively obscene, even
though it makes me feel like a rattlesnake whose back is
broken but who still struggles to bite.
She was mean to me last night, so I know that she’s
just trying to tease me when she not only shows me her
naked breasts, but asks me to massage them.
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everything that we do. That’s why she now has me
hogtied under the bedframe, with my ankles spread over
my head, and my naked balls exposed to the full fury of
her whip.
“Enjoy!” she cackles harshly, as she flicks the
horsewhip to strike my balls and my buttocks.
“Is this what you and Dr. Payne do for recreation?”
I cry out in pain.
“I only get horsewhipped on the good days,” she
answers. “When he really gets mad, he begins to prepare
me to be the subject of an experimental surgical
procedure.”
She’s gotten me moaning and squirming.
“I know my inconstancy hurts you,” she goes on to
explain. “And so, it should give you pleasure to know,
that the reason I keep running away from you, is
because I am being tortured in a way that only a fiend
would deserve. The only way I can survive is by being
enough of a fiend, that when the time comes to take
another whipping, I shall be willing to submit, because I
know that I have been a fiend. I am so sorry, but
watching you suffer really does help me survive.”
I am laughing and crying at the same time. It
hurts so much, and she is being so outrageous. And in
addition – I am feeling so much indignation towards Dr.
Payne’s Satanism, that right at the moment, I really do
have a need to be subdued and made to take a good
flogging.
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to set an example by allowing yourself to be whipped
until I can feel in touch with my sexuality again. In that
way, I am preparing you to be part of the possee that will
not only ride the criminals down but, what is so much
more important, will provide security to the victims until
these hostages are ready to testify on the witness stand.
It is not enough for Dr. Payne to just get his arse
whipped, the way that you are getting yours beaten on
now. And death would be too good for him, so we need to
capture him alive. He must be humiliated, by having his
sins recited in a court of law, and suffering the penalty.”
I find myself pensive and silent. We know that the
world still writhes within the clutches of Felon Appolyon
& his appointed Crude Oil Brothers.
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point, at which we have only our pain to share? We
endure it because the fact that we share the pain assures
us that we do have a “Relationship.” But strangely, the
equation just will not compute, unless we account for the
influence of this cruel enemy, who seems to get his rocks
off by seeing us squirm in the sort of pain that we don’t
have the strength to endure.
Lord Apollyon loves to dish out pain – it seems his
reason is, the more that he can make us feel our lives are
lost in darkness, the more that he can make us turn
towards him, and worship him as the source of Shining
Light. Of course, it is his blatent assertion to being the
owner of the Light that caused Little John to cry out
from the concentration camp on Patmos, that Apollyon
was the Lord of all the Felons.
As above, so below. As Bingbum de Singsum claims
his high place on the throne of the Sun above, so we have
Dr. Payne to torture us below. Since the light has been
stolen away from the lives of the people, Renata and
myself must wander about like two ravens. We are two
dark creatures of no recognized moral capacity, who
possess little more than our wits. We are learning to play
with our pain like ravens who pull out the sinews from
the bones of another dead bird. We must make Dr. Payne
think that he is using us, must let him believe he is
Odin, and that he has reduced us to being his two
familiars. Since he is so proud of his Visigoth heritage,
we must never remind him that the word “Aryan” drives
from “Araya Ayuna,” a phrase from sub-Saharan Africa
which signifies "The Blessed Ancestors."
We are helping each other learn to dance in fire, so
that we shall be able to get close enough to the sun, that
we can steal it back from the cabinet of Dr. Caligari.
That is the reason why we have become lost in this
drama of Indian Love. That is why we act as though we
were compelled to whip the Devil out of each other.
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a revolutionary, I have always known that there is
something wrong with this picture. But then, as a
revolutionary, I can also understand that there are times
when innocent menbers of an oppressing class must have
the grace to accept revolutionary violence. After all, it
was a minor incident of revolutionary aggression which
caused Goethe to utter the dictum that “an injustice is
preferable to a disorder.”
I am looking up between her legs, and her laced
leather leggings are reminding me that she can be cruel.
A scar that’s still angry and red reminds me that she has
paid her dues. I realize that when we ignore the view of
the woman who struggles on the floor, we find ourselves
believing our own lies concerning the nature of sex.
These rituals of self-torment began as fertility rites.
The problem is, that you’ve got to slow down the wheel or
it will spin our of control. Bouncing Betties, wars that
kill and mutilate, societies where children are bringing
up the children, and a world with far more children than
can possibly survive to the 30th year – there’s something
very significant that our fear of revolutionary violence
has kept from becoming conscious.
“How did we know that the Men’s Club had
betrayed the Sacred Fire?” Renata continues to screech.
“How could we not know, when we had to watch you
devise horrible games, in which men would gang
together, to kill and torture other gangs of men? But
that was not even the worst! Men try to keep their
secrets, but women have the advantage, because women
taught language to men. And so we found out soon
enough, that no sooner had you beaten up some other
gang and compelled them to follow your orders, than you
began to speak of them as women. We might have had
questions before, but now our worst suspicions were
confirmed.
I quiver in anticipation, as I kiss the feet of my idol
in black leather.
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Renata is enjoying playing her role as high
priestess. Perhaps this is what she must do in order to
develop the mojo that can get the upper hand on Dr.
Payne.
“Do you still expect women to still go on enabling
you?” she now is howling at the moon. “We see now, the
logical outcome of your ‘let’s play Superman’ game. All
of the four-legged animals quiver, and even the winged
ones and slithering ones have sad tales to tell the
Creator. So many of these sad tales have been verified,
that the Creator has decreed, that the next species
slated for extinction must be the Male Chauvinist Pig. I
pity you, because it is your karma to love women who
must hurt you like I do – but I believe that for the most
part, you actually enjoy the game too.”
A smart stroke of her riding crop spurs me to
renewed attention. Beneath Diana’s moon, she’s
making me take the sort of flogging Spartan boys had
to take when their women complained that they were
being bad. And yet, even as I writhe and moan on the
altar of Artemis, she compells me to confess, I need to
take this flogging so the Goddess will forgive me for all
the wounds that I’ve inflicted on the women who had
the hots for me.
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Before we parted, Anna Pearl used to tell me that
she felt concerned about the way that Renata was going
to hurt me. Naturally, I tended to discount the
information on account of the source. Of course it was
natural that Anna should want to put a guardhouse
between herself and Renata.
May 3, 1994
“I am beginning to understand,” reflects Regina,
“Why your Vespucci settlers have never been able to
make the transition to being true Atlantaens. Marxist
critiques of socially conscious agriculture had always led
me to believe, that the answer lay in the soil. But now
that I have you to help me understand the results of my
observations, I’m seeing something else.
“The modern Vespucci agri-business operator has a
very bad relation with the soil. But as a whole, I have
found that your Vespucci managers fear digging in the
soil, because they have an irrational fear that too much
contact with the soil would turn them into Mexican
women.
“In order to come to terms with your fears that you
might become women, you have got to believe that you
have got a soulmate who was destined to be with you
from the beginning to Time. But of course, if existence
precedes essence, we make certain moral choices now,
and then eventually become the angels or the devils
which we have elected to be.
“If you want to have a relationship, you must
recognize that we are all struggling with problems of
ethics. When a man and woman are joined in the
courtship dance, they help each other turn toward the
Creator’s way. Unfortunately, your certified preachers
fear that this would tear away their robes of European
imitation, and cause moss to grow on their pulpits. Your
problem is that your preachers discourage the young
people from engaging in the normal courtly behavior
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through which adolescents become civilized, by insisting
so harshly on responsible standards of marriage, that
men and women pair up before they are ready.
“Don’t the Shiites make it all so evident that
moralism does not foster ethical behavior? There are
certain discoveries men and women make when they get
off the cross of supposed moral perfection and start
galavanting. For one thing, any sensuous woman will
discover, that gross indecency is no more appealing than
a gross stomach.
“While you were away in the mountains with
Renata, I was having a conversation on the astral with
some of the Little Green Men – and do you you know
what they said? They are telling me, that if we want the
cooperation from them that we shall need in order to keep
producing Paranoid Alien Radio, we are going to need to
warn the people that Hell’s Angel Morality is a dangerous
contraption that needs to be banned from the road.
“I understand too well, that Jealousy really is the
God of the Banking System. The Trinity Broadcasting
Network People think that they are being good in order to
please God, but they are really just acting the way that
they’ve been conditioned to act by the World Banking
System.
“The God of Babylon may be teaching you to follow
his Ten Commandments, but he is still a Graven Image,
who speaks with a blasphemous voice. You know what
reaction you will get from the Texas preacher if you try to
convince him that the State of Texas has an obligation to
restore all of the stolen Indian land. And so you see quite
clearly, the Ten Commandments that Felon Apollyon
shall compel you to abide by are in no way the same Ten
Commandments which were revealed by the Transformer
to Moses, on the day the volcano erupted!”
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discovered by Little Caesar, who has just outfitted an
expedition to locate new sites on which to drill for gas
and oil.
These prehistoric fishes want to save his soul –
that’s why they have presented their remains to his
corporate geologists. And so these fossils have been
donated to the University Museum – along with the
request that the university drop its study of the
economic transactions between his syndicate, and all of
the paranoid aliens who cultivate the lettuce fields.
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struggle between Bingbum de Singsum and Benito Juarez
is coming to a climax very soon. Beneath the ancient
pyramids once claimed by Mayan Gods, the struggle for
self-determination has just begun.
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Other Side to smile on them, and to help them find their
way into the Heaven of those who have learned self-
sacrifice.
“In order to teach this lesson to the suffering
people, I went by night into the temple the priests had
built on top of the pyramid. I tied a rope to the lattice of
the roof-comb, and then I hanged myself.
“For the sake of all of those who still suffer on
earth, I ask that you remember me, whenever the moon
is eclipsed.
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A Taxing Argument
I wish I knew how
It feels to be free –
I wish I could lift
These chains holding me!
— Lydia Penske
May 5, 1994
Upon my return to Paranoid Alien Radio, I had a
rather taxing argument with Inga. In retrospect, I am
glad that she is only an intellectual associate, and not
an emotional entanglement.
We were speaking on the cultural role of women.
As I am quite aware, this has become no-man’s land.
When crossing these bomb-craters you must crawl on
your belly – and still wonder whether the passing shells
shall take your ears off.
I can agree that even under Communist ideological
superstructures women as a class still took a lot of
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beatings. But I must argue with any interpretation
which puts all the blame on the historical influence of
Islam. For one thing, where women are concerned, there
have been different ideological orientations in Islam. The
present Pan-Arabist position only gained its ascendency
after the fall of the Fatamids – and even this neo-
classicism was strongly challenged by the revolutionary
Shiites of 18th Century Persia.
Inga’s argument reminds me of the savage attitude
of the European Diana. It’s true enough that in the
modern age, motherhood has become a full-time job.
What we do not realize, is that this is one of the side-
effects of the filth that is produced by the factory system.
On account of the social division of labor, the owners of
Capital are allowed to function as benevolent sadists,
while labor and the normal layers of management are
expected to prove that they enjoy being made to bend
over and take it. Common decency rebels against the
exposure of children to this sort of environment, so they
must be maintained in incubator tanks, which must be
industriously patched up because they are developing
reality leaks. The labor of the mothers is further
aggravated by the fact that predators adapt well to
laissez-faire capitalism.
In pre-capitalist tribal societies, women had
occupations, but motherhood was easier because the
children felt that being mother’s little helper was a part
of learning to act like a grownup. Being sent to go fetch
father from the fields was, more or less, the first step
towards becoming initiated into adulthood. Even where
it was Patriarchal, Pre-capitalist societies were usually
not intensively woman-exploiting. To the contrary, the
wish to become like the father gave the sons incentive to
ease the mothers’ tasks.
Most men lived in harmony with their women, until
the Conquistador came. Unfortunately, the Conquistador
left us with a social disease that made us hate our women
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too. We hated them, because we could not stand the
thought that our children would grow up to hear of the
things that we who were the warriors of the men's lodge
had had to do. And so we had to leave the children to the
Little People, while we became ogres who rode across the
hills, seeking for White Men to scalp.
The children could not know what we had done,
because they would have to live with the White Man. And
so we went away to live under the hills where the ponies
still graze. We took the dreams with us so that the
welfare department could give your generation parking
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EXHIBIT B
in the ongoing case of Aboriginal
Peoples vs The Empire:
What Plato left out, is that Athens became a
democracy simply because it was only by giving the vote
to “all men” that the pirates of the Late Archaic Age
avoided being flogged for their sins against women, the
way that men got it in Sparta.
The dirty little secret behind the cascade of social
entropy, which causes progressive republics to
degenerate into Cesarean Empires, can be found in the
closets of those young women who are being so
efficiently cracked and polymerized that they no longer
know who they are. If they had been able to grow up
with a childhood confidence that they were
meaningfully engaged with the life of the world, they
would demand more compensation for the pain of their
plastic surgeries, than simply a moment in which the
breasts which have become the art of the surgeon could
be flashed across the Big Screen.
So maybe I am a Male Chauvinist Pig. I’ll grant
that I have had my own involvement in the fine art of
tormenting women. But the reason they keep coming
back to be tormented again, is that they have come to
realize that in return for scars they will secretly prize, I
have left them with a sense that they have danced on
the margins of history. The scars I have left have
enabled them to reflect on who they really are.
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The Revolution of the Goddess
We find, alas! we know too well the pain which
numbs, even while we scream for deliverance. Like so
many patients in the surgical recovery room, we
discover the pain killers we are given are not nearly
enough.
I think what hurts the most, is that the Revolution of the Goddess
has compelled us to recognize that The Creator’s little
brother, the perverse mind who loves to dominate and
oppress, is someone whom we have allowed to drive our
hearts all too frequently.
Are the Vespuicci women overly fond of provoking violence and
contention?
We know that all over the world, women have been blamed, simply
because they have not been able to resist becoming a part of
the devouring machine which threatens to chew us all up and
then spit us out.
May 7, 1994
I am sitting with Thieu Eratna in the garden
behind the pottery shop.
“The Revolution of the Goddess,” she intimates to
me, “is a multi-dimensional engagement. In our Buddha
Nature, we must struggle against the demons in
ourselves. Unfortunately, the Aryan world was created
by demons. In the beginning, these demons were simply
animus spirits who had to be propitiated so that the
hunt could go well. But as they grew more powerful,
these animus spirits became more sadistic. At first they
simply demanded that the people torture themselves
and offer their blood. Then, as your histories and those
of the Hindus will tell us, Zeus whom you call God
proved his ascendency over all of the other Djinn by
beating up his wife, while everyone in Heaven and
Earth had to watch.
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“Once he had subjugated his wife, the violence of
God escalated, until he came to demand human
sacrifices. He became so aggressive against peoples who
still worshiped the Flame of the Mother’s Hearth, that
the Hindu Vedas called him the destroyer of the Black
Nations. Nevertheless, since it was in the interest of God
to maintain that He alone can determine just what is
Black and what is White, Black tribes which had held out
valiantly in war but had finally converted to Godin
became Aryans too.
“So it was, that God continued to direct his Aryans
to conquer the nations. No one was able to oppose him
until finally, in a border district of India, a black child
was born to a king. This little dark boy grew to be
exceedingly handsome, and they called him Guatama.
Guatama learned to worship at the hearth of the Mother,
and realized that all of the Masculine Animus Spirits
who are called Gods in this world, were in rebellion
against the Ground of Being.
“Guatama’s mother and father became very
protective, because they feared something horrible was
going to happen to their nice little boy. They married him
off to a nice girl, but Guatama remained tormented by
the fact that, even though everyone accepted him as an
Aryan, he had within him a very Black soul. One day
Guatama just couldn’t take it anymore, and just left his
wife and children to manage the estate for themselves
while he went out to live with the Black People.
“Guatama discovered that the spiritual leaders of
the Black People had developed various ways to torture
themselves in order to get high. But he also discovered
that these techniques could never restore our sense of the
Feminine Seraph, because the compulsion to torture the
flesh beyond the moderate degree that tones us and
enhances our sexuality, is in itself a form of hatred of The
Mother.
“When Guatama realized that the Blacks had
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internalized the perversity of the Aryans, he came to the
gut-level appreciation of the reality that all of the Gods
are really just the projection of our human nature, and
that these projections are amplified as the projections of
sentient beings unite. The fear of the rabbit becomes
united with the hunger of the tiger. Through bonds of
fixation which link the predatory natures of all sentient
beings, a repressive state is formed, which worships
animality and therefore enforces submission to the Aryan
Gods. If we wish to break this enchantment with which
the Ancient Hunters have bound us, we must begin by
learning not to feed the predatory instincts in ourselves.
It is then that the Hunter can be led to kneel in
submission at the hearth, and learn that the cruelty of
the hunt can only be redeemed when he offers the meat
from the hunt, to be distributed by the Nurturing Power.
"When we have achieved balance within ourselves,
the flame in the hearth shall be restored, and the Law of
Compassion shall regulate the affairs of all sentient
beings. Women shall be able to let their bodies be seen,
since the sight of their breasts will now incite tenderness
rather than predatory scorn. There shall be Gods and
Goddesses again, but they shall know that their existence
is provisional.
"The Buddha had this vision underneath the Bo
tree. He opened his eyes, and a young and beautiful
cowgirl gave him a bowl of milk. It was then that he
became fully enlightened.
"He had learned, that even the Buddha can gain
solace from the glance of a woman whose heart is
inspired by compassion."
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world come out of their coffins and dance. That is why
lovers commit suicide – because the world must be
reminded, that if one must choose between love and the
world, one always must choose love.”
“And yet, if we would be loved in the flesh,” my
waking dream prompts me to respond, “we must nurture
and strengthen the flesh.”
“That is why the Peasants must be honored,” Thieu
answers me. “If the farm people fail in their love for the
soil, there shall be no beautiful men and women, whose
tormented loves shall provide the meat for future epics. If
the farm people do not sacrifice themselves in the fields
to make the earth fruitful and beautiful, there cannot be
any higher civilization.”
“There is something in the nature of beauty itself
which wants to be remembered,” I found myself
reflecting. “Isn’t that why women dress down so that they
can tease men?”
“We do that so we can tell which men have Buddha
nature and which have demon-nature,” Thieu answers
me. “If a Buddha smiles on your teasing, it is a good
omen. If you find that your teasing is attracting only
demons, then you know you must be very careful.”
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makes himself a love-slave of the Goddess of the fields.
We had resisted similar heresies when they had been
brought in from China and Japan – but now the Black
Lady of Han Che found herself betrayed on every side.
“Our friendship is only beginning, so I shall not
burden you with everything that happened during the
Year Zero. It is enough for you to understand, that in the
years just before the Year Zero, there were many
beautiful men and women who deserve to be
remembered. Perhaps the hopes that died in the Year
Zero shall be reincarnated. We believe that it will
happen. It is for this reason that we sustain the fire of
our culture, even in the hearths of a foreign land.”
If the soldier does not honor and obey the farmer, then he is a
pirate.
This is the teaching of the Lady in Black Pajamas.
But do you not see, how many pirate flags are being raised
All over the land?
To be a revolutionary is to take up the fight of the Buddha
Against false Gods of caste and class
Who’d profane the Hearth of the Mother.
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when great technical progress and great ecological devastation
went hand in hand. The Reds had finally been beaten down;
they would not save democracy again -- at least not till many
moons later.
I'm out on the veranda, looking back to Texas, and
realizing that the war is not quite over. It's true, the FBI
is always a visible presence on the reservations -- but
they have a hard time keeping up with the actions of all
of the outlawed ghosts.
That's something I am beginning to learn from the
Medicine People. I'm learning that to be a real warrior, is
something different than the dominator culture taught.
Daniel Boone was a warrior. He wasn't so much an Indian
Fighter as a fighter in Indian style – he may have been adopted
into the Cherokee tribe. Towards the end of his life, he declared
he had only killed three – or at least, only three Indians.
That was fighting in Indian style -- murder was not the
objective. The Indian style of honor did not know the meaning
of totalitarian struggle.
Maybe that's why the Indian warriors were so dazzled by
the deceptions of Mr. Forked Tongue Swearing On His Holy
Book. But maybe also, that is why the Indian resistance to the
Totalitarian way is still alive and well, a hundred years after
Chief Joseph.
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from the arms of her beloved Rain-God, and conquered by the
raging lust of the Tornado. And yet, so ancient codices
remember, it was out of her desolation that the Redeemer was
born.
“Renata is doing a typical New York hustle on you,”
Tarrico Zamora is trying to explain. “She’s already sold
her pussy to the highest bidder – but like the typical
capitalist, she’s not satisfied with what she can get
through trade on the open market – and so she will start
trading in speculative futures. Of course there is a
gimmick – she will appeal to your sense of decency, as well
as to your conviction that women have the right to be
chaste. She will appeal to your sense that the Revolution
has used women harshly, and make you forget that
women have used revolutionary men just as harshly.
“Someday we will have the revolution that will free
women from having to live as whores – but we haven’t gotten
there yet. When that time comes, men like you shall be blessed
– but right now, the women are taking out their hostilities on
you by shearing you like a sheep. Renata probably feels she’s
doing you a favor by teaching you to be a little less naive.”
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summer with hardly any clothes on, because rape was
extremely rare in our culture, they invented the myth that
carnal love was in itself a sin. Once love was a sin, they only
valued women for cooking and sewing.
“The hopes of our warriors who died became
reincarnated in the programs of the Abolitionists,
Socialists, and Feminists. Our dancing ghosts inspired
the IWW, arousing the movement of the 1920's which
raised up trade unions which could stand against the
power of the Repressive State. Because our fathers died,
a new Victims’ Movement is rising, to challenge the
violence that steams from the earth wherever the Many-
Headed Beast steps. The Restoration of my people shall
be aided by the Resurrection of the Goddess. Once
women have made their stand against rape, our people
shall be able to explain what has happened to us.”
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