Thursday, May 12, 2005

And the Mule You Rode in on...

or, Mrs. Bush weren't jokin'

Mr. Horsely proves all blue-stater stereotypes of red-staters are true!

The Rude Pundit, in his own enthusiastically perverse manner, mentions several right-wing fundie darlings who engage in questionable erotic practises before putting everything in tidy context:

Somehow a blow job under the desk seems so quaint, you know? Next to the throbbing perverse desires of the right that explode in destructive behavior against those who love them and those they want to fuck, the simple placing of consensual lips around a consensual cock is so comforting. It recontextualizes everything, doesn't it, all this crazed fucking. No wonder the right wants to destroy the legacy of the old and new left. They're jealous that they never got to enjoy it. And it's going to send them over a cliff. Rome burned because the leaders were so busy giving in to their sex drives run amok that they never saw the barbarians coming.

One of my earliest memories is of Grandmaw M. forcing me to go into a trailer with some greaseball preacher at the South Mountain Fair in Southern PA. He'd asked if I'd accepted Jesus as my personal savior as we walked by and I didn't answer so Grandmaw told him "of course he will now!" Once inside, said fathead tried to put his hands in my awful green plaid pants as we knelt in front of a Formica altar with a paperback Bible open on it. I was all of 7 years old, but knew enough to high-tail it out of there before the preacher could sacrifice my cherry to his Saviour. Then I was scolded for having a "lack of faith" by Grandmaw; her naivite has rarely been achieved even in that bass ackwards region of the USA.

Fucking weirdos--kinks are one thing, but when the 'consensual' tag doesn't apply we're talking right criminal bastards who need therapy/jail, especially when said bastards are bloviating hypocrites to boot. And even adult mules can't give consent.