But godless and demo-christian America laughed at her. In the same period, Sarah defended the word ‘Nigger’. Sarah didn’t understand. Nothing wrong with ‘nigger’, she thought. She, after all, also addresses the Alaskan bear and the wolf with ‘You motherfucking minority trash’.

Sarah knows from her coffee table Bible that niggers have no reason to be proud of their origins. One of Adam’s straight descendants once raped his old alcohol-incontinent father – Adam II, better known as Noach – after which God, in consultation with the old patriarch, exiled the son and his family to the virginal continent of dark Africa.
Hence the Niggers.
…Virginal? Of course! (quips Sarah.) Fair skinned Genesis Man lived exclusively in a civilized part of West Asia in a land between a river of milk and one filled with honey.
In my book it was slowly evolved, ugly, hairy, stupid primates bathing in Israël’s milk & honey, alas, Christian don’t buy that fairy tale.

With nigger, Sarah Palin actually defended a good friend of hers; a popular writer and famous American radio host. Dr Laura Schlessinger. Religious equivalent of ‘Dear Abby’, but in later years she dropped the social tittle-tattle and switched to grim political issues. Hence the cross-out.

Dr Laura dropped the N-bomb in 2010 when one of the listeners to her program, an Afro-American lady married to a white man, called in. Mrs Hanson wanted to ask Dr Laura for advice on dealing with racial comments made by acquaintances. Dr Laura helped her audience to understand Mrs Half White’s problem by uttering ‘…Nigger?’
No harm done, I would say. That Dr Laura said the N-word eleven times during the call, neither. I mean, it depends on the length of the conversation. If it lasted for an hour, nine times isn’t much. If the caller was given only three minutes, it means that every minute three niggers flew through the air. Mwah.
Dr Laura later on apologized for the word.
Right after the call, when Mrs Hanson was no longer able to react, Dr Laura broadcasted:

“If you’re that hypersensitive about color and don’t have a sense of humor, don’t marry out of your race.”

The apology for that one Mrs Hanson still awaits.

Dr Laura originates from Italian Jews. From father’s side, so she is a slightly watered down Jew. From history we have learned however that once Spaghetti Jews settled in America, they didn’t huddle in some mennonite corner, they went places. On her way, Laura Schlessinger got caught like a rabbit in the blazing headlights of the Orthodox-Judaic truck, but it gave her ‘Gonna get rich & famous’ attitude a real boost. That’s why she casually waved the, oops, nude pictures on Internet away. At the time, she didn’t have the multicolored coat of Faith to her disposal, so let’s say that she’s got nothing to wear.

The waving away she did after she lost a court case against the uploader of the photographs. The judge ruled that Mrs Schlessinger was ‘not the owner of the photographs’.
Wow, in our PATRIOT AND SOPA age, such level-headedness would no longer stand a chance…

“I disapprove of unwed couples shacking up.”

And what Dr Laura disapproves, Yahweh disapproves.
She spoke from experience. The uploader was not only the man who shot these nudie pics, he was her lover when he was still a married man.
Juicy detail no 2: after him she lived in sin with another married man, after his divorce, he and Laura shacked another nine years. Most of them during the period when she was a prim, proper Judaïst. They married when she got pregnant with her first and only child; Deryk.

The nudies were not Dr Laura’s only Ouch-moment. People who have something against her have been nagging for years about proof of her ‘Doctor’ and ‘Psychiatrist’ titles. Bulls she stubbornly refuses to show. Which means that the nagging will never end.

Another court case she lost even worse.
When she and her teen son visited a surfboard shoppe, she caught the owner at selling p@rn magazines to minors. Um. Average Surf Monthly magazines with some beefcaking beach boy on the cover, carrying a stiff surfing board under one arm and under the other some surf accessories like a couple of soft lined beach babes. The judge didn’t see anything illegal in them.  The incensed shop owner counter-sued her with a 4 million dollar defamation damage claim, the judge passed another sentence in his advantage. The matter was settled in a discrete ambiance, but it must have cost her a mint anyway. Plus negative publicity. Oy vey.
What will Dr Laura have said to God, in her prayers to Him? ‘Dammit, JHWH, thanks to those magazines loaded with broad, blond, suntanned hunks in skin-tight speedos my surf loving son grew into a fucking fruitcake!’

“We raised our son to be a warrior.”

She nagged. The apple of her eye entered his adulthood as a heterosexual. One to be proud of. Fighting for America! So proud, that she decided to do her own Tour of Duty in Afghanistan. Actually to wave away (read: smother) the persisting rumors that her son wasn’t a healthy hetero boy.

“Yes… FUCKING Yes!!! “I LOVE MY JOB, it takes everything reckless and deviant and heathenistic and just overall bad about me and hyper focuses these traits into my job of running around this horrid place doing nasty things to people that deserve it… and some that don’t.”
- Deryk Schlessinger’s MySpace page

The US army emphasized that there was no evidence that the Taliban were behind it – what seems to be one of their regular tricks – and it’s certainly not impossible that Deryk because of his mother’s reli-activities got pranked by someone from his own circle. The investigation was abandoned, the evidence got destroyed ( I assume the army meant that Deryk’s MySpace page was deleted). The P R department of Schlessinger Incorporated With God removed a doting ‘our son’ paragraph from Dr Laura’s wikipedia entry, and it was never re-installed.

“Godless crazy people like me have become a generation of apathic [sic] killers.”

For me the case Deryk Schlessinger is not amazing. The only successful Schlessinger conception, dominated by a mother who, by ranting all the time about God and his Ten Million Commandments, thus maintaining an unhealthy relationship with the kid. A mother who eventually drove him to Afghanistan because she adored the idea of dying for Family Values, Nation and God. Once in Afghanistan, where she no longer could force him to sleep with his hands above the covers, he became another person.

I killed every friendship. I hurt a loving devoted sweet girlfriend driving her to bulemia and sex with strange men, for the sense of caring, a caring I robed [sic] her of. I crashed my car. Threw handfulls of nickles at whores and people who walked to church alike. Then threw food, then silverware, then back to nickles. Blew all my money, all of it. I made my priviliged little life, my safe cozy nest of lazy rich kids, ner-do–wells, wannabe models and actresses all fingering each others choice of no purpose lifestyle so ugly that there was no way I ever could turn back. I except [sic] my blessings and my curse. I was lonely. I’m not anymore. I love that my life is like getting head from the most beautiful big titted blonds with a double barreled shotgun in my mouth and every time I want to cum the trigger pulls back just enough to think about burning dead puppies or AIDS.

(I count a total of six spelling mistakes…was he stoned, or simply educated at a school where they found God’s Word more important than the words their pupils wrote?)

Now what do we see here? A berserker in the making?
It may surprise you, but these are the average thoughts and thus language of the man-soldier who hardly outgrew his adolescence. Scared, oversexed and hyped to the brim. But in these hostile foreign environments, they all are.
And the cartoons? Sick shit, yes. Remarkably childish, also.

“Warriors need warrior wives.”
“You are not dodging bullets, so I don’t want to hear any whining — that’s my message to military wives.”

His mother Laura could have been a candidate for supreme commander of the American Forces.
Nevertheless she is no less instable than her son. She swapped her orthodox jewish god for another one. The ease with which people kick one god out and embrace another one will never stop amazing me. (look up Sarah Palin’s switches in religious brands)

With her treasured family values, Dr Laura herself does not take them too serious. She got estranged from her family a long time ago, and so it could happen that her mother grew into a hermit and was found in her house two months after her storage life exceeded. It took some more time before her remains were buried. Probably there was a hassle over which next-of-kin would pay the costs.
Laura stated publicly that she couldn’t mourn over her mother. Perhaps with reason, but you better had watched your words, Doctor. Wrathfulness you better leave to your God of the moment.

Another controversy: in 2000 Dr Laura, at that time still hooked to Yahweh, ventilated her surfboard-stiff opinion over male2male sodomizing, and thus gay marriages.
(Sarah Palin is less outspoken on homosexuality, I suspect that in her prayers, Sarah even made a stand for gays: ‘Dear God. This fucking school brad who knocked up my daughter? Why, WHY didn’t You make him gay? He’s a fucking venereal disease to my political career!’)

Afterwards Mrs Schlessinger apologized and said that her ‘Homos are a biological error’ wasn’t meant so fundamentalist, and of course it was because she actually meant ‘It was never, never, NEVER God’s intention to create homos and lesbians’ because for her, Nature = God. But the funny thing is that from a scientific point of view she may be dead right. Well, whether Nature goofed or not, the error is a biologically universal one. There are even gay insects. Want to know WHY, Laura? Ask your friend in heaven.

The gay topic was good for lots of letters to the eminent radio hostess. From fans as well. The letter of one of her admirers in particular she must still cherish…
It can be read here.

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The next seven years nothing shocking happened. Unless you count Mick Jagger’s sexually too explicit lyrics during SB 2006. (‘Shit, kill his mike!‘ And that’s why America never heard Sir Mick sing ‘shit’)

America whines and wails once more. Sub-star M.I.A. sang ‘I don’t give a [inaudible]‘ and treated 110 million decent families at home on The Finger. ‘Flipping the bird’, as the Brits say.

Did she really? And should she, according to lots of Internet and Twitterreactions, be given a fine for her outfit as well?

This, em, rap artist wore an odd ensemble that was supposed to reflect this year’s theme, something with ancient Greek and Roman history. Her creation reminded me much more of the traditional Yemenite costumes that sexy pop singer Ofra Haza sometimes wore (and with a lot more exotic flair). But at least MIA didn’t resemble a hooker with a visibly shaved bikini line. Or La Jackson, who at the time looked like a Hells Angel drenched in motor oil and with a bad gothic hair day.

I don’t mind erotic stage display and not even p@rn@graphic ones, if they are tasteful. But why let artists perform at this family-aimed mega event who are notorious for their X-rated shows? Madonna? The aging nightclubber who not long ago messed up the Pope’s bowel movements? Who angered all humorless christians, with her rather silly erotic crucifixion act?

I simply don’t see the connection with hot pop stars (come on, Madonna’s paleolithic) and America’s no 1 sports. Do rugby fans really need pop icons? I’m sure there are quite a few sports legends who can surprise America with some adequate stand-up comedy and singing & tapdancing.

But no one would be interested, right? In stead of a 110 million, a mere 25 million would tune into. Or even less. It’s all big business. So they book & present Mega Business Superstars. Dressed like street hookers. Or showing eccentricity in other regards.
It’s what America wants. Secretly. It’s why one of the commercials  run during prime Super Bowl time was Victoria’s Secret, with supermodel Adriana Lima. Janet Jackson corrupted kiddie souls with half a second of bare tit. Adriana didn’t, but she’s no chaste Walt Disney princess either.

Madonna acted, um, hot, but she did not pole-dance with a giant phallus. The next one might, in 2013. And America will whine and wail. Hypocrites.

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The letter comes from a freed slave – with certificate to prove it – who expressed his gratitude towards his ex-master, a certain Colonel P.H. Anderson from Tennessee. And to his son, who at the time took some measures to let Jourdon survive the bullets that the Colonel send after the fleeing slave.

Having been tricked once more (which led to the removal of a column yesterday) I took some trouble to find out if the Jourdon/Jordan letter was genuine. It is. The year is 1865. And there are more 19th century papers who published the letter. Which in a friendly, educated way says: Up yours, massa.

Letter.
(mirror)

But:

Pulitzer Price winner Prof. Leon Litwack’s strong feeling is that — while based on a real person’s experiences, and perhaps even on anecdotal evidence drawn from direct interview(s) with Mr. Anderson — the letter itself was almost certainly written by one of the professional writers of the Cincinnati Commercial, a daily that ran from the 1850′s to the 1860′s with a strong abolitionist bent. This in no way takes away from the power of the letter, which strongly hits home very real experiences that were widespread. If Jourdon Anderson [slaves took the family name of their owners] himself did not have the literacy skills to write it, that says much about the system that denied him the opportunity to gain those skills, and certainly does not mean that he would not have written it had he had that opportunity.

Never mind. Whether the writer was Jourdon or Harriet Beecher Stowe, it guarantees a nice chuckle moment in contemporary Afro-America.

Oh, and the picture does not represent Lourdon. He could even be an actor in a Hollywood movie. But the dark fellow looks proud and beautiful. I like that.

“They took ‘nigger’ out of Mark Twain and replaced it with slave.
That’s not an upgrade.
I’d rather be a nigger than a slave. If you call me ‘nigger’ I can go home; if you call me ‘slave’ I’ve got to go with you.”
- D.L. Hughley, actor and stand-up comedian

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]]> http://blogwasp.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/up-yours-massa/feed/ 0 bloggwonder unknown - American slave http://blogwasp.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/withdrawal/ http://blogwasp.wordpress.com/2012/02/04/withdrawal/#comments Sat, 04 Feb 2012 11:09:19 +0000 deDeurs http://blogwasp.wordpress.com/?p=2822 ]]> Not from my addiction to gummybears, but the deletion of yesterday’s post titled ‘The Egyptian, er, Civilization’.
It was fully based on a photograph that, as I found out a little later, was forged. A photoshop. It was also not clear whether the picture related to the Port Said hooligan riots in any way.

I’m sorry to see that about 20 visitors clicked it, and may even have read it.

Those who are curious: the picture can still be viewed here.

Madonna; once a phenomenal icon and a trendsetter deluxe and quite a looker, but hey babe, everything is transient. I myself look in the mirror these days and croak, hey hunk,  you’re transient. 

Madonna has joined Demi Moore in the Hell for Female Celebrities. The Late Forties, Early Fifties level. Total panic. Impossible! Wrinkles are for old women! I’m young! I am younger than I was when I was 18! I’m young forever!

Plain pathetic is their desperate clutching to the ones that barely grew out of their teens. The main reason Demi Moore seduced Ashton Kutcher: at his side she felt young (especially at gala premieres and parties), which she misinterpreted as being young. Yes, I know that hot-in-demand Helen Mirren is a tragic 65 year old hag, but the fact, the reality, is that even 60+ women have their own sex appeal. Mrs Mirren (cosmetic surgery, but very light) can seduce 71, 62, 48 year old grampses, and hey, a gramps of 48 can look great! So wake up and stop pretending that your Perrier comes from the Fountain of Youth Company.

Of course you don’t read this. Well, have your total surgical makeover nr 14, then. Have nr 15 and 16 to be able to get that film role of a 35 year old character, and hip-lash out another funky 80′s retro record, and don’t turn a youthful ear to the sounds of critics. Ignore the whispers like ‘omg she looks just awful, she looks WEIRD, not only a skeleton, but an old skeleton trying to look like a fresh one!’. Forever young girls, continue wearing silicone paddings and hotpants and braless evening gowns. Make certain no fifty  year old lover gets near you and keep on blowing out the candles on your birthday cake, all 39 of them  and year after year after year.

I predict: Madonna will become one of those celebrities who in ten years time will look like Joyce Wildenstein and feeling Young and Glamorous and Gorgeous just the same.

I never was a Madonna connoisseur, but I know when 2012 popmusic sucks, so if she expects she can win me over with her new record and – heavily airbrushed and digitilized – videolooks. Madonna’s problem: I may not be the only one.
You’re transient, auntie.

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In the Perivian capital of Lima, 26 people died in a blazing fire in a building where a rehab center for drug and alcohol addicts is run. It is said that the fire broke out after people on the first floor lighted rags. One of the firemen stated that entering the building was extremely difficult, as every door was locked.

A trimmed down translation, but containing the essentials of the Dutch post, which in itself counted no more than five lines.

It’s no wonder that the subject hardly generated viewers and reactions. I too wanted to close the tab again and move on, but my eye caught a remark from a co-reader who scoffed the poster for not having done some homework, and he offered extended information. Which got me interested. There is obviously more to this fire accident in some faraway city.
What did happen?

Some patients reported that the fire started when two recent arrivals tried to escape the facilities by burning a mattress and strips of clothing.

At latino.foxnews.com I also found more on the issue of ‘locked doors’:

With metal bars. A routine to prevent the housed patients (about 80) from escaping.

…Escaping?
But indigents like Lindsay Lohan and Amy Winehouse never had to escape. They simply walked out when they had enough of the health farm.

The rehab organization in Lima, I read, is a private institution. More ominous: Cristo es Amor is a religious benefactor. Using ‘Biblical teachings’.
I see. The ‘teaching’ certain American politicians rave about. Christian, Mormon, Scientology clinics where you get cured from your homosexuality. And from your ailing Faith, for a bonus.

‘We bring you GOODNEWS of what Jesus has done in the Country of Peru and to you my friends! Wherever you come from , or wherever you are , no matter what time you find your self in, God has sent us to bring goodnews to you. If you are poor, you do not have to be poor, because Jesus became poor that you can have God’s best. Every good gift comes from Him. His material abundance is for you if you would believe this Goodnews!’
christloveministries’s Channel, YouTube

It’s admirable when Christians try to help people in need, and they have done so throughout the ages. Cristo es Amor for instance helps poor HIV kids to a foster home.
But is there a government department checking once in a while to see if these kids are still OK? Not being beaten up too much? Or sexually abused?  We have seen how ‘caring’ Christians can be.

Religious devotees try to take advantage of the needy. It’s a fact. Their Church cannot have enough dedicated souls, after all. Ignorant or unwilling souls perhaps need a little aid to join God’s non-beverage Carnival Express. Perhaps a little tight aid.

‘Unlicensed and overcrowded ‘

was the joint in Lima. Sometimes the alternative is giving up and discontinue the service. And that, I admit, is no help. But authorities had closed down the center twice before because of safety issues. And for that, there is never an excuse. View this horrifying discotheque fire, recorded live on the spot in 2003, and agree that there is never an excuse for slackening of safety rules, or intentionally neglecting them to save a few dimes.

There will follow a police investigation, of course. That may bring answers to the question why some patients in Lima set a room aflame. Why, also, patients had to be kept locked in. Above all, why, in this grave emergency situation, for 26 patients the staff wasn’t able to unlock these doors in time.

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And the Lord said unto me: These are the governing ones; and the name of the great one is aKolob, because it is near unto me, for I am the Lord thy God: I have set this one to govern all those which belong to the same order as that upon which thou standest.
- gospel Church of the Latter-Day Saints

Every race, every nation has its share of nutcases.  The problem with America’s clairvoyants, voodoo witches, oracles and otherwise spiritually psyched out freaks is that one day they run for president.

How many voters has Mitt Romney secured so far?  I have no idea. But as there are more stupid people on planet America than intelligent ones, it must be a lot.  ‘He’s a Mormon weirdo, but hey, he’s religious, so he must be something of a holy man who by the nature of his whatever god will fight for our rights and our welfare and help us protect our chastity’, vote, vote, vote.

In 1993 this priest from a christian spin-off cult wooed a suitable Mrs Romney into the Mormon bed. He successively cast a Mormon spell on his wife’s family. Romney then scared his terminally ill mother-in-law into a conversion a few days before her death.
In their quasi-holy book it’s Command no.1: Contaminate the sane with our glorious disease. Those who are immune thou shalt sell to the Church of Scientology.

His inlaw father had more muscle. Edward Davis spend his death bed days as an atheist and croaked as an atheist. As was his wish. ‘All religions are hogwash’ and ‘believers are weak in the knees’. Theoretically there is a microscopic chance that you had it wrong, Edward, but as a human being you had every right to tell universe makers of any brand to fuck off.

You hated him, didn’t you, Mitt?  Edward’s refusal to bend to your obsessive god idea made you so furious that after his burial, you took revenge. In an act of seething wrath you whopped out your dick – blessed by a gamut of latter day saints plus neighbor Fred Phelps – and penetrated your father-in-law’s memory and remains, after which you added his name to the register of your temple. Edward Davis is dead and decomposed and nothing can hurt him anymore, but for living co-atheists this is an outrageous insult.
Didn’t you, Mitt? Yes, you did this. You fucking reli-necrophiliac.

Of course you denied ever after. Mormon or Reformed or Catholic or Muslim or Scientologists; they all know the Gospel of Lying, Feigning, Cheating, and Covering Up so well. It’s almost a second nature.
Mr money-magnet Romney, your are an inferior species.

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‘Treasure’?

You feel that you have failed.

I don’t treasure that.
Anyway, all and everything fails. When my ancestors created this universe-

You didn’t?

.
I told you. It was given to me, to develop and exploit.

That’s…quite a project.

The section in the Milky Way star constellation took up a lot more of my eternal time than I thought. But yes, I’m expected to extend my local theme park until it stretches to all corners of the universe short of dribbling over into the nethercosmos. Eventually, Man would by far not be the true crown on my creation. Just a trial.
…
All of that won’t happen, now. And your world is crumbling. Praying to me is a waste of time. Sayten is your Lord now, you all are his Legion.
…
Watch the news. Look at history’s last hundred years. More destructive then ever. Not self-destructive, as some say, both mortals and the Dark One yield too big egos for that.
…
Anyway, even a born universe is destined to die again. Basic mechanics which my ancestors cannot influence. You want to laugh? I’ll make you laugh. The god particle.

The god particle is funny?
Because it is you?

No! The joke is the name!
…
It’s there, but no God can even begin to approach it. Not even my Fathers. It’s magic in its purest form.  Not white magic, not black magic, magic in a myriad of colors and non-colors. Anti-matter, dark matter, quarks are irrelevancies. Garnishing, frilly lacing.
…
And they are the end of the metaphysical line. Caprice? It means that the Allfathers are not the final rulers. God Particle rules them and down to their undies it does. They’ll never admit to that, of course.

…
…
…

You decided that Adam needed a mate.

Lucefeera, Mikal, Gabryl and a couple of dozen other angels were pressing on it, yes. Sometimes I wondered if I had a say in anything.

What was your say? Confine him to loneliness?
God, did you uncreate Adam Three and start a number four?

No.
He wasn’t lonely. He was surrounded by hundreds of animal species. He also had me.
…
Yes, I know, he wasn’t charmed by a dweorg.

Dweorg? Oh, dwarf.

The only thing about me that he found charming, is that he towered over me.
You have no idea, cannot even begin to comprehend what it is. Being a…critter.

You’re not the only one who carries the
genetic specifics of achondroplasia dwarfism,
God.

Don’t forget the Alopecia Universalis. I am a completely bald dwarf. Compared with me, a Chinese baby is a gorilla. Mortal I may not be but I’m sure bio-organic.
Have I mentioned my libido? Must be interesting for your kind; the specifics of my libido-

Em, hold it- can you explain what you mean with ‘my kind’?

-after I got stuck with Adam Two’s body I started out with two to three ejaculations a day. Had to redesign the mouths of a few angels for that. We’re in the 21st century now; twelve to sixteen spurts. I’m practically boarding rooms in a bordello. Also, the older I get the bigger my sausage. Ever since the girls started to call me ‘Daddy Priappy’ I wear ballooning pants all the time, a couple of millennia from now I’ll push a wheelbarrow with two-thirds of me in it. I’m the first freak god in Marco-history.

That’s funny. Aren’t you a bit too old for boosting?
…
Okay, all right, I’m convinced.
…
…Jesus.
Nevertheless, dwarfism brought a few of them fame.
In Hollywood, but also in 15th century Italy; the
dwarf Morgante for instance, who inspired a couple
of legendary Bronzini art works. He was a sensitive
and educated man and his master the Grand Duke
Cosimo de Medici recognized that and treated him
with kindness and even respect.

Sure. Braccio di Bartolo had to suck the Grand Duke’s cock and to please the bored courtesans he was forced to wrestle naked with monkeys. Yes, he was a good hearted hobbit, and he has suffered a lot.
…
You know what he did?

Morgante?

Adam.
He had this obsession. About ‘wrestling’.

…

An analog with Morgante and the court monkey, right?

Adam was no monkey. The monkey was me.

You were the Lord of the Universe. Certainly you could easily have won?

Not after I saved him from ending in a flattened heap of blood and bones. Don’t forget that I, thanks to Lucefeera’s dirty trick, had lost a lot of my allpowers. Adam’s foolishness took a lot out of me for the next few hours. Our flight from a mad, horny brontosaurus  didn’t help much.

…So he won the wrestle match?
…
Adam made God bite the dust?
Is that what’s bothering you?

I don’t want to talk about it.

Why can’t you be honest about it?
He won. Big deal.

Big deals are your bills.
You have absolutely no fucking idea, Mr Psych.

It’s great to be back in Edon.

I SUPPOSE SO.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? STOP CUFFING ME.

Sparring. To stimulate you.

STIMULATE INTO WHAT?  ADAM, I NEED TO LEAVE, I HAVE BUSINESS TO TEND TO, MY ANGELS GROW APATHETIC  WHEN I’M GONE TOO LONG.

You are my friend. My buddy.
Buddies wrestle.

THAT’S NONSENSE.

It’s an odd thing. A human companion is a brother-

I AM NOT HUMAN AND CERTAINLY NOT YOUR BROTHER.

-and an enemy at the same time. Why, I don’t know.
You are the only one with whom I can talk. But I
must battle you. I must know who is the strongest
one. I want us to draw each other’s blood and let
it mingle. I also want…
I don’t know.
…
I will still like you, after I win. I promise.

ADAM. LISTEN. ONE DAY YOU WILL REIGN OVER THE UNIVERSE.  ACCORDING TO MY IDEAS AND MY RULES.  YOUR DUTY, YOUR SOLE EXISTENCE IS TO OBEY ME.  TAKE THAT WORD IN.  O-B-E-Y.  MAKE ROOM FOR THAT IN YOUR BRAINS, CLEAN EVERYTHING ELSE OUT.

And when I win? Will you clean out
your godly complexity and obey me?

…YOU LITTLE BRAT.

‘Little’? You call me little?
Don’t you understand that I must fight you? Don’t you see how you make me flex my muscles and harden my draining tube all the time?
There’s a desire and it’s like fire burning inside me. Someone, somewhere will say one day: ‘each man kills the thing he loves.’ I think I know how to love, and how to kill. And I-

WAIT, WAIT.  WHAT IS ALL THIS ABOUT ‘KILLING’, WHO TOLD YOU-

If I can’t have the fight of love with you, I will kill all animals in the Garden. I will kill all your fluffy angels and I will kill you.

…
…

ALL RIGHT.
MY WILL BE DONE.
YOUR ANNIHILATION, IT IS. YOUR EXISTENCE, ADAM, APPEARS TO BE A GREAT MISTAKE.

And it is I who has to explain to you what killing is? God? What do you think you just handed out to me? I will name it. A death sentence.
…
If you have the right to kill, so do I. Me, I already did. A moment ago, when you tried to pull your sandal from the river mud. This mess between my fingers was once a butterfly. I stopped its fluttering and dashing busily from flower to flower. I willed it.

…NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY THERE IS THIS DULL HAZE OVER EDON!  YOU FOOL!  YOU BEAST!

I am no less than you. I am a god! I am God in my own right because I am Man! I will wage wars! Not for you, but against you! I am the God of Flesh and Bones and Muscle and Testosterone and YOU WILL KNOW IT!

LOWER YOUR VOICE.
AND DON’T EVER, EVER SPEAK IN CAPITALS AGAIN.

WE WILL FIGHT. NOW.

I don’t want to talk about this.

Yes, you do.

…
…

The urge to fight, for physical combat, it’s a byproduct of testosterone. Estrogen is responsible for a violent streak as well, but more on a psychological level. At the time I was not even aware of estrogen, so I have always wondered how the testosterone got there, in my creation. Well, I can guess…
…
We happened to be at Eden’s river. Soft grassy slopes, littered with buttercups. I remember that I thought, ‘it should be pretty, but it isn’t’. The water had the color of lead and the bank was muddy and between the buttercups grew thistles. For a moment I thought that we never left Gaena.
…He had no idea what he had done with his killing. The purity of the Garden of Edon was actually quite fragile. It was sin-resistant, but not resistant to destruction.
The god Adam had wrought his first creation. The Butterfly Effect….
…
The strange thing is that in my anger I was on the automatic pilot. I was much more aware of his smell. I hadn’t noticed it before. Not a stink. Just…physical power. He had been so beautiful, with his satin smooth skin of a brown just before it veers into tar black. He still was, but his color was fading, his pallor sort of graying out. But he had this fragrance around him, and he radiated heat. His manhood moved, swelling, drooping, swelling. He was always touching it. I remember that I thought, ‘just because my Fathers endowed me with a pleasure tool was no reason to bestow one on him.’
Such a senseless mistake. Is what it seemed then.
…
After I regained my strength from the effort to bring us back to Heaven, I punished him. Send him into a deep sleep and had his nose ringed and him tied to a tree.

Hm-m?

Don’t hum like that. Don’t do it.

You did not, em, annihilate Adam. You didn’t kill him in the end.
…
After all, I’m sitting here. One of his descendants, right?

Try to understand what is is to- to… I was livid. Not about the butterfly. I was absolutely flaming with wrath for what he did after that.

What I understand is that you were not a good sport.

…

You wouldn’t have been.
Damn you! I was God of the universe until some mutated angel degraded me to an organic freak with some magician’s tricks. If it wasn’t for those, for the residue of my almighty spiritual powers, I could have fucking died that day!

…

Some time later I found out I had…at first I thought I was gaseous, when it didn’t pass, I wondered if I perhaps had developed a peptic boil.

A what?

An ulcer.

…Divine constipation I can comprehend, but God with an ulcer?

Do I have to spell it out? Adam won a wrestle game from a dwarf who was trying to get his cosmic supremacy or at least part of his all-power back, and- and he managed not only that, he…

…And God was not amused? Not in the mood for a lopsided grin and an invitation to buy him a beer?
…
Being a dwarf has a certain advantage. If David’s sling had broken, he would have head-butted Goliath in the groin.

You want me to bash your face in? Adam celebrated his victory by pressing my face into the river sediment and plough  my ass, goddamn!

…

…The million dollar psychiatry question is; did you like it?

I’m a male god! No I didn’t! Yes, I liked it! It was physical! Can’t you imagine how God experiences a physical existence?

You had male to male sex and it caused a seven thousand year long trauma of guilt and shame.
Aren’t you forgetting that you did exactly the same when you created him? And that he remembered, God?

Aren’t you LISTENING?
After months of discomfort it came out. The growth.
…It was pale with blond hair. And devoid of that damned penis and scrotum.

…

…Correct me if I’m hilariously wrong. Adam got you pregnant.

The pits. A male god, pregnant. Lucefeera’s screams of laughter must have reached the Hall of Everwhere, alerting the Allfathers. Making them blink for the first time in 60 billion years.

Now let me guess…

No, he was reared on sheep’s milk. Yes, I named him Eve. But that’s beside the point!

Is it?
You underestimate my arithmetic qualities, God. Atheists often sneer that the tribes of Adam and Cain practiced highly concentrated incest and inbreeding. But it obviously started much earlier, didn’t it?
…
We will delve into that next week, if it’s OK with you. I have an appointment today , and I’ll have to hurry.

With a therapist?

I’m only human, God.

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Family values?
Family values! They obey them in heaven too. Adultery and gay marriages in timeless and thus endless God’s kingdom? No way! In heaven you and your first spouse will be re-united. For an eternity. God will see to that. He was a witness to your earthly pledge of fidelity to her, remember? So you poisoned or strangled the bitch for nothing! She’s there waiting for you in her Elsa Lanchester bridal gown.

‘Don’t shame the Family Values by using your family jewels to fuck around’ is what Mozes etched into a granite tablet with his sour piss. After the Lord did some editorial correction, it read:

Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor’s.

Adult Christians punish themselves by vowing monogamy. ‘God is my witness that I will [...] till death do us part.’

You too spoke these holy words, didn’t you, Newt Gingrich? Three (3) times. The first time with an innocent face. The second time with a slightly embarrassed smile, the third time with a broad grin and behind your back you gave your watching god the finger. Doesn’t that spell S.I.N.N.E.R., Ginrich? In your book it does.

The man with the Ideas. Giggle. Come on, Americans, you surely can do better than that. Ya all vote for the one and only true Grinch; Jim Carrey!

Newt is still married to the fanatically devoted, unappetizing Callista – she has creepy eyes and a ‘I’ll kill to get First Lady!’ mouth – but she’s destined to lose him again. Every time Newt opens his mouth to say

“I will oppose any judicial, bureaucratic, or legislative effort to define marriage in any manner other than as between one man and one woman. I also pledge to uphold the institution of marriage through personal fidelity to my spouse and respect for the marital bonds of others.”
- Newton Leroy McPherson aka Newt Gingrich in a letter to The Family Leader.

he gets plagued by the divorce itch. Which is preceded by the adultery itch. Yes, 3 vows of marital fidelity, 4 pledges for respect to ‘family values’.

By the way, Newt Gingrich counts a few more marriages and divorces. He married the Baptist Church, divorced her, married the Lutheran Church, divorced her, married the Roman-Catholic Church. Who’s going to be your next lucky churchpartner-for-life, Newt? The Mormon Church? The Islam?

So now, being an example of republican hypocrisy – a spokesman, almost – Newt is miffed. At the media. At CNN Chief National Correspondent John King, who had the fucking nerve to open a debate on ‘open marriage’. Newt’s ex-wife number two slipped to the press that her husband, prior to his plea for separation, offered her an ‘open marriage’. In Newt’s language:
‘I fuck around, you fuck around, but let’s pretend we are still a happily married couple, OK?’

“To take an ex-wife and make it two days before the primary a significant question in a presidential campaign is as close to despicable as anything I can imagine”

You skunk Gingrich, LOL. But happy presidential term anyway.

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~ The hypocrisy of Queen Bee ~

Even with glamorous First Ladies  like Jackie Kennedy and Barbara Bush, Americans keep having a soft spot for European royalty. ‘Queen’ Marie Antoinette, ‘Empress’ Elizabeth, ‘Princess’ Diana, ‘Prince’ William and ‘Princess’ Kate.
It’s all false romanticism. Royal families, claiming a thing called ‘blue blood’, are leeches with feudal attitudes.

To name a few: the Romanovs, bathing in luxury and wealth while half of Russia was starving. Belgian king Leopold plundered the Congo colony and was indirect responsible for a lot of suffering and deaths among the authentic population. The royal Saudi family; an extensive bunch of adulterers, polygamists and pedophiles.

Wilhelmina of Orange ran off to England in May 1940, when she returned five years later, she re-installed in the Supreme Court her good friend Jan Donner who had stayed behind and had fancied the ideas of the German occupiers. And in all her assertive exile speeches for Radio Orange, she never once heartened the pursued Dutch Jews, while she knew very well about the systematic deportations to concentration camps.

On Prinsjesdag, when she presents with pomp and circumstance the National Budget plans, her granddaughter Beatrix rides through The Hague in the Golden Coach, a carriage adorned with painted panels that depict Javans, bowing for their Dutch colonial masters and presenting them bales and crates full of Indonesian wealth. The scenes are allegories, but they belong in a museum, not on a Dutch national symbol.

Beatrix married, like her mother before her, a German. Of her father Bernhard, books have been written. He was corrupt and a pro-Nazi. About her husband, Claus von Amsberg, rumors persists that he was a pedo. Bea’s son, Willem-Alexander and throne heir, married the daughter of a fascist Argentinian minister (prospered from the Pinochet episode). After much grumbling, the government decided that her parents better stay away, but they sneak in through the back door anyway, they ‘have the right to enjoy their grandchildren’. Ask the Crazy Mothers of Argentina about their children, and the grandchildren they never had.

In 2009, Beatrix, Willlem-Alexander and Máxima visited the Arabian oil countries. ‘For a better relationship’.  Read bulk money. Oman, UAE, Saudi-Arabia. Wim-Lex and Max accompanied her. The photo’s of Máxima, huddled away in a pitch black jellabah/niqaab and sporting an expression of suffocating unease while visiting a mosque, raised questions in Holland, ‘What the fuck is the House of Orange doing in countries that crush common human rights and repress women?’

Early January the blue-blooded family returned to the Middle East. Beatrix has in particular warm feelings for Sultan Qaboos from Oman. This man, rumored to be homosexual, has done wonders for his country, but is still a more conservative Islamist than for instance the King of Jordan. This time even Beatrix, famous for her big, styishs hats, wore a scarf over her head dress. ‘Out of respect’ for the Muslim culture and religion. She looked like fairy Merryweather. (Honesty compels me to add that this time, La Max was ‘respecting’ Islam culture in a much more elegant and colorful way. But how disrespecting, these sun glasses. Blinded by your own pristine white palaces, kings of the desert?)

One can imagine that the royal mosque visit made Geert Wilders, Holland’s infamous ‘Nazi’ party leader and ‘co-responsible for the Oslo slaughterings’ (WTF?), toss his cookies.

A Dutch film maker however, criticized the royal visit to Arabia in a satirical way. Sander van der Pavert used archive material of New Guinean Papua’s, famous for their sole clothing, a penis sheath, for a prank. Our royalty had visited our former colony Indonesia often, but never New Guinea. Sander corrected that with some digital manipulation. The program De Wereld Draait Door, which translates The World Spins (Out Of Control), aired the result. Of which here a few stills.

Commotion once more. Majesty was not amused, and so didn’t Parliament. But it was an absolute brilliant move. The Queen of Holland and family, meeting Papuas on their own ground, respecting their cultural habits. By undressing.

Most citizens were not amused either.

• ‘This is so disrespecting.’
• ‘Scandalous and tasteless!’
• ‘Prime-minister, you MUST take action!’

As if bowing for the Islam to secure some trade deals and at the same time appease the muslim immigrants in Holland (takers, never givers) isn’t tasteless?
But these are the ones that flock on Queens Day to wave little orange flags and cheer at the autocrat, hypocrite members of the royal family. The Orangists unfortunately are a majority in this still comatose West-European country.

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