Fisting in the Name of Love

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I am in the saucer pod high up in the ionosphere above Washington D.C. and, utilizing certain forensic rays that my ship is equipped with, I am able to observe the culture as if it were a smear on a glass slide or writhing Tapioca like substance on a Petri dish; since I am at the Petri Dish blog that is useful for the sake of this, presently one-sided, conversation.

I’m no fan of conservative Fundie bloggers but I do share certain points of view with nearly all human life forms about certain things like say, something like this. Those of you who require deeper research can avail yourself of a search engine. Obama (rhymes with Osama) appointed this man, Kevin Jennings, to an important position in his administration. No doubt if Jack the Ripper were still alive he would be heading a department concerned with women’s health issues and Dr. Mengele would be the Surgeon General.

It’s as clear as crystal to me that Obama, like his predecessor, is ‘possessed’ by a demonic intelligence, as are the majority of world leaders, bankers and corporate heavyweights. No doubt many people would quibble with me about this. Some might say that I do not recognize the realities of complex governing or the hard truths about survival in a competitive, economic theater. Some might say I am jejune in respect of the demands of realpolitick; “That fellow lives in a world of his own”. That’s pretty close to what the psychiatrists and psychologists used to say about me when they were trying to find out what made me tick. Apparently I was so unusual that they considered me very dangerous and... while they were recommending that violent rape-murderers be released into the public by ways; they did not want to let me go. I had been arrested for violation of the Marijuana Tax Act.

This rape-murderer did get released and was returned shortly thereafter having raped and murdered a nurse who worked at the complex. Others who did really bad things also got released while I was still being held and, no doubt; they went on to add to their resume from there. I finally got out due to the serendipitous appearance of a Harvard lawyer who was investigating something or other and struck up a conversation with me. He became my advocate and put the wheels in motion. The whole thing would have made a great movie but Hollywood has been silent on the matter.

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I guess what I was trying to say is that there are no rules and there are no standards. It looks like there might be but that’s just a front like ‘equal justice for all’ and all those things in The Constitution and the Bill of Rights before other rape-murderer got their hands on them and left them looking like that whore in The Last Exit to Brooklyn. Trust me, you don’t want to read it if you haven’t already. Just assume I am talking about ‘really bad shape’.

Yeah, when I start thinking about high school curriculums, fisting is not the first thing that pops into my head. Maybe I do live in a world of my own and I am cut off from the ability to make certain connections that other people have no trouble with. I’m on the outside looking in. If I could see myself from the other side, I might observe a fellow with a perplexed look on his face as he considered the etiquette of whether to spit or swallow. I had no idea that this was governed by any rules of etiquette. I’ve been out of the loop for a long time.

I may not know very much but I do know that no good can come of these things in relation to the culture and society. I’m not advocating the use of drugs in public schools but you would think the students would appreciate a class on marijuana cultivation as opposed to someone inserting their entire hand into their posterior. I don’t want to be critical, no doubt there is something to be realized from this because otherwise people wouldn’t do it; would they?

Some people like to hang from wired skewers beneath a complex metal apparatus; a kind of Pinhead does the Sun Dance, seeking spiritual epiphany, sort of thing. There are pricey clubs in many cities of the world where people go to be beaten and abused; often in extreme ways. I know about certain rich people who pay to have body parts amputated and then sewn back on. Oh... I could tell you about things you would find very hard to believe but I’m not going to do that. I suspect that all of these things are under consideration in one or more of the multi-cultural think tanks associated with government policy.

On the one hand you have all these bright and noble ideas about liberty; freedom, duty and honor, nobility and sacrifice and on the other hand you have these... other things. John Carpenter is doing a remake of, “They Live”. I feel like I already got the sunglasses. When I look at people like Obama; Biden, Clinton and Emanuel, I see creatures, scary creatures, as alien as Triffids. When I look at the world around me, I am quite certain that I am living in a loop of The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. It’s only a matter of time before one of them starts pointing at me and opening their mouth in that vegetable scream. I’ve got a flamethrower on my ship and we might be looking at some mixed grill coming up.

It’s going to take something fundamentally transformative like the mother of all tsunamis and earthquakes to get people’s attention. Given that the press has nothing to say about Fisting 101; ♫I’m fisting my way back to you babe, with a burning love inside♫, one has to assume they see nothing unusual about any of this. What else is going on? Well, they’re dragging children out of what’s left of their homes in Afghanistan, handcuffing them and shooting them in the head. How far is too far out? There are no gauges to measure it. Meanwhile, normal life goes on. People are sitting in restaurants and having lunch. People are lying on tropical beaches. People are taking their kids to school, possibly because there’s a lecture on Fisting and they don’t want to miss it. I’d like to put my foot up Kevin Jennings’s ass but there’s the question of whether he might not like it too much.

Not much time passes on any given day when I don’t think about the divine ineffable. It’s safe to say that I think about the divine more than I do anything else. Much of the rest of the time I am thinking about how I fall short of what I could be or should be. I try to do the right thing, when I know what that is and I try to stay on course when I know what that is but I miss the mark every single day somehow. Still, in my wildest and most experimental periods, I never considered Fisting. I’ve never been much for sexual accessories; ropes and pulleys, branding irons, razor blades (except for reducing crystals to powder), whips and chains or latex body suits. I’m a romantic; I think... a more or less Vanilla type when it comes to physical engagements. I like the poetry of the thing, though most of my attention these days is geared toward the alchemical marriage, inasmuch as I understand it.

If someone came to me and wanted to demonstrate or lecture on Fisting in a public school ...or get into much of anything beyond putting condoms on bananas, I would haul out a cat-o-nine-tails and whip them out of town. I might take some pleasure in it and that possibly makes me a pervert after all.

We need no clearer demonstration of wrongness than this. Surely Obama (rhymes with Osama) knows about this. I don’t doubt it was Rahm Emanuel who lobbied for it at the top end. If I were president you would probably see some strange people around me but nothing like the people that surround the usual American president. You can pretty much assume that people would be doing controlled substances in a controlled manner (most of the time) but there probably wouldn’t be a leather sling hanging from the ceiling in the Lincoln bedroom. People might occasionally hang from a chandelier but they would not have a feather duster inserted in their ass at the time (I don’t think).

I do expect some kind of terrible judgment to show up in the flaming cities of this modern world. I don’t wish for it and it won’t bring a smile of righteous satisfaction to my lips. You can only go so far with this kind of shit before it backfires on you. It’s a law of Nature and these are the laws people seem most inclined to break in these dark times.


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