There you go again, Brighty- talking out of your ass, again.

"" >> Ask twenty random people on the street, a good plurality WILL largely AGREE with my description in the prior paragraph, given they do not feel the need to answer politically correctly merely to PLEASE the questioner.

Polls, evidence, anything except your delusions?

Remember how your mother used to warn you that, 'If you keep making that face, it's gonna STAY that way!"

Reading your screeds makes me want to offer you the following cautionary tale:

(Yeah, I know- this has been quoted a million times, but here goes:)

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Excerpted from Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs

"Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up and down, you dig, farting out the words. It was unlike anything I ever heard. This "ass-talk" had a sort of gut frequency. It hit you right down there like you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and you know all you hafta do is "turn loose"? Well, this talking hit you right down there. A bubbly, thick, stagnant sound. A sound you could smell. This man worked for a carnival, you dig, and tos tart with, it was like a novelty ventriloquist act. Real funny, too, at first. He had a number he called "The Better Oh", that was a scream, I tell you. I forget most of it, but it was clever, like, "Oh, I say, are you still down there, old thing? 'Nah, I had to go relieve myself!'"

After a while, the ass started talking on its own. He would go in without anything prepared and his ass would ad-lib, and toss the gags back at him every time. Then it developed sort of teeth-like little raspy incurving hooks, and started eating. He thought this was cute at first, and built an act around it. But the asshole would eat its way through his pants, and start talking on the street, shouting out it wanted equal rights. It would get drunk, too, and have crying jags, nobody loved it, an'- and wanted.. and it wanted to be kissed, same as any other mouth. Finally, it talked all the time, day and night. You could hear him for blocks, screaming at it to shut up, and beating it with his fist, and sticking candles up it. But nothing did any good, and the asshole said to him, "It's you who will shut up in the end, not me. Because, we don't need you around here any more. I can talk, and eat, AND shit".

After that he began waking up in the morning with a transparent jelly like a tadpole's tail all over his mouth. This jelly was what the scientists call "un D.T.", undifferentiated tissue, (herr) which can grow into any kind of flesh on the human body. He would tear it off his mouth and the pieces would stick to his hands like burning gasoline jelly, and grow there. Grow anywhere . . . on him . . . grow anywhere on him a glob of it fell.

So finally his mouth sealed over, and the whole head would have amputated spontaneous.. did you know there is a condition occurs in parts of Africa, and only among negros, where the little toe amputates spontaneously?

Except for the eyes, you dig? That's the one thing the asshole couldn't do, was see. It needed the eyes. But nerve connections were blocked and infiltrated and atrophed, so the brain couldn't give orders any more. it was trapped in the skull, sealed off. For awhile, you could see the silent helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye on the end of a stalk.

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...For awhile, you could see the silent helpless suffering of the brain behind the eyes, then finally the brain must have died, because the eyes went out, and there was no more feeling in them than a crab's eye on the end of a stalk."

If you happened to have found this link one night during a Cheeto-iduced stupor, it would explain a lot.

http://www.butterfliesandwheels.com/rhetoric.php

(Hint, it wasn't meant to be taken literally)

Maybe it's just me, but a letter writer who shows such a remarkable level of insight and erudition should also have the ability to figure this out on their own.

Could this letter be a fake?

"A woman with only sheets surrounding her is super sexy and classy. It shows a confidant woman who no longer takes her cues from the silly girls around her but has foudn her internal sexual compass. She is confident and she knows her body and what she wants.

But keep kneecapping your girls and teaching them the opposite, ladies."

OK, so lemme get this straight...

Someone is teaching girls that they SHOULD take their cues from the silly girls around them, that confidence is not a virtue, and that she need not know her body and what she wants.

That may be so, but which LADIES are to blame for this, and who is doing the kneecapping here? (What exactly do you mean by that, anyway?)

I sure see an awful lot of creepy entertainment marketing types doing this, however. Are they ladies?

Care to explain?

I'm sorry to hear that. However, that condition is nothing a sturdy tin-foil hat, or a few sessions with a competant therapist, can't cure.

Good luck