Why is it so embarrassing for men to study feminism and the violence towards women that they take as their entitled "privilege"? They study and study so much of everything except for this one avenue of their sense of power over some animal domesticated. The teleportation is one aspect where their hate and violence fantasies can go wild. Please listen to a this clip at least get a different perspective for this 11-minute video instead of your endless numb and callous programmed hateful responses without any introspection whatsoever.

 ANDREA DWORKIN & ANTHONY BURGESS/AFTER DARK/LATE NIGHT TALK SHOW. 1988.

Why is it so embarrassing for men to study anything related to feminism in the crowd teleporting me? I can't begin to describe here with all the interference and threats I have how violently misogynist the men teleporting and raping me are. How absolutely blank they are when it comes to analyzing anything related to women's empowerment, and in fact their fantasies are so focused on eliminating my power and through their hate towards me they seem to be empowering their fellow fascist female counterparts who also participate. It's a complete orgiastic ritualistic revelation on the part of the entire group to penetrate and torture a woman as a form of group hate and catharsis for the violence they have in regard to sexuality. If I could begin to write my short story or ideas on this..its' so threatening to them it's so hard to get anyone to begin to think about what they are doing. I have spent 10 years and longer in endless screaming and physical violence fights with one man and his wife/daughter/female lovers/male lovers/partners on the degradation that they impose upon me for their own sense of manhood restored somehow. Nothing shatters their sense of entitlement and the lack of oversight or restraint on the part of the politicians and the people who are supposed to protect society in some part also demonstrates how deep the hate for women is and what lies are endlessly fabricated by these sensual stars and the fighters for freedom but part-time rapist bigot haters.

Please listen to a few lectures given my Andrea Dworkin instead of stealing the ideas to put out some cheesy fake movie about how you are fighting against sexist men while you continue on a personal level to fully empower the worst of sexism that this technology is affording you to expunge your hate and violence fantasies out upon an INNOCENT person--

It also might behoove you to upgrade you level of intellectual pursuit and acumen, deary rapist, violent, hater men out there who are smug about the US government handing you the dream technology you have always fantasized about having the capability to commit every crime against the sleeping victim with all your hate fantasies poured out upon me as your bigot Nazi women laugh and applaud and make "love" to you afterwards. I do wish some of you would elevate your mentalities and improve your capability and desire to think intellectually and listen to some real intellectuals whose output far exceeds your farthest fantasies of having anything truly significant to perform about life or love or humanity.

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*I do believe that Andrea Dworkin was poisoned and a targeted person and she was not "obese" but instead, I believe, poisoned slowly to death with the bloating and hardening poison that I have been fighting to eliminate for a decade which glues into the body like cement but bloats up on top of the hardening chemicals which form an interior "plate". It is impossible to detect until all the chemicals have been drained from the body. I truly believe that Andrea Dworkin was not an ugly and fat woman filled with hate by any means. I know that most people who see her have that instantaneous assumption about the "fat dyke" but I know about targeting and covert assassinations just a bit more than most of you and how they operate.

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THE TAMING OF THE SHREW

Hark ye to the old tradition! 

He commeth to quell and tame the beast of the wild animal she-whore who regardeth all Men as unfit for betrothal or at least only fit for a mean and low brothel. 

She commeth sweet and demure and stealeth the kiss from the death mask looming over the shores of love's labour lost and the lost labor party. Conservative she dons her place at the grace of the sanctity of society always willing and never saying no.

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Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton's pre-demise performance of

William Shakespeares the

Taming of the Shrew

how the rapists associate the shrew with the Jew

who must be you in disguise

posturing as the dominator

circumcised

prescribed

 energized by

submission

but never fulfilled therein

the ritual must remain a solid fixture

in your cantankerous elixir of nichts her

GET HER GET HER GET HER GET HER

 rape her beat her repeat her demean her delete her

get her show her who's boss

after you're finished you don't give a toss

what a game for the insane

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btw blamers and haters:

I do not insinuate that I am a "shrew"

years of systematic torture in a program of rape and attempted murder

have made me a bit cantankerous towards people utilizing the same formulaic principles of oppression towards me that the murderers and other haters have used against me. If only you would think outside the system a bit and be a bit more like an authentic personality I might not try to defend myself almost to the death against anyone using these same formulas of torture and suppression and complete obliteration of my rights as a human being. 

The pleasure-principle attached to social climbing and career promotion appears to be more powerful than any authentic sex drive and it is so overpowering to the people involved that they have lost all their humanity. It is a shame that they are supposed to represent any values of society or humanity in the field of entertainment or media and are being put at the apex of the push for social commentary via these movies and entertainment/music specalurarama dramas.

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Our dear Shakespeare in Central Park revival of The Taming of the Shrew which is even more machismo than the Burton/Taylor version.

Once married, the husband proclaims pointing at his newly wed wife:

"I will be Master of mine own

She is my chattel, my house

She is my Goods

My household stuff

My field

My barn

My horse

My ox

MY ass.

MY ANYTHING."

The rest of the movie--I mean theatre performance

is of creating a domestic and loving good wife

who adores her husband after fight and trial by torture and punishment and release from pain and suffering.

Part 2 of the 400 year old play that is a man's final fantasy before he plays that role of the husband who may stray like Shakespeare did to his wife to whom he desecrated his "2nd best bed" in his Will after his death. Did she mourn him truly at that point of his long years of departure to play in London and play with his lovers and write sonnets to them all, boys and girls, while she waited at the house taking care of the domestic chores?

Had she been subdued according to this treatise on how to obtain a good servant wife?

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I cannot live with You (640)

Emily Dickinson - 1830-1886

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I cannot live with You – 
It would be Life – 
And Life is over there – 
Behind the Shelf

The Sexton keeps the Key to – 
Putting up
Our Life – His Porcelain – 
Like a Cup – 

Discarded of the Housewife – 
Quaint – or Broke – 
A newer Sevres pleases – 
Old Ones crack – 

I could not die – with You – 
For One must wait
To shut the Other's Gaze down – 
You – could not – 

And I – could I stand by
And see You – freeze – 
Without my Right of Frost – 
Death's privilege?

Nor could I rise – with You – 
Because Your Face
Would put out Jesus' – 
That New Grace

Glow plain – and foreign
On my homesick Eye – 
Except that You than He
Shone closer by – 

They'd judge Us – How – 
For You – served Heaven – You know,
Or sought to – 
I could not – 

Because You saturated Sight – 
And I had no more Eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise

And were You lost, I would be – 
Though My Name
Rang loudest
On the Heavenly fame – 

And were You – saved – 
And I – condemned to be
Where You were not – 
That self – were Hell to Me – 

So We must meet apart – 
You there – I – here – 
With just the Door ajar
That Oceans are – and Prayer – 
And that White Sustenance – 
Despair – 

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain by Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -

And when they all were seated,
A Service, like a Drum -
Kept beating - beating - till I thought
My mind was going numb -

And then I heard them lift a Box
And creak across my Soul
With those same Boots of Lead, again,
Then Space - began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell,
And Being, but an Ear,
And I, and Silence, some strange Race,
Wrecked, solitary, here -

And then a Plank in Reason, broke,
And I dropped down, and down -
And hit a World, at every plunge,
And Finished knowing - then -