Originally published on September 22, 1996
Sorry to hear about your proposal-writing failures. With new years and holy days of atonement and tyranny, shiteating boyfriends, and ground round rules for fun, it's no wonder you have a tough time keeping a perfect scorecard of it all...
That was some blood rant you passed along, fitfully ironic and true to the core as word games go. Of course the coagulating flaw in this "what if" scenario is that women HAVE had that blood thang all along, and yet they still cry foul at the way this world has managed to make them be just what they are: women, nothing more, nothing less. If humanity had never learned to talk or write, the intrinsic hierarchical display we know today would as I see it change very little. The strengths of beauty and the beauties of strength are only slightly persuaded by any raw intelligence of which material progress is wrought to relinquish the powers nature has bestowed upon THEM...
All the philosophical rant in the world falls pathetically short of the complementary powers of the beautiful and of brute strength. Beauty is its own brute strength and brute strength is a beautiful persuader of all things magistrated. I charge that there can be little doubt to a supple mind that these notions I put forth here today are in a nutshell what has made the world the way we find it today, but since I am a masochist of sorts I am always willing to listen to detractors of my insight, and of course these are legion and haplessly derivative...
Because the semantics of any idea attracts buzzing gadflies not unlike shit stuffed into the mouth of a beautiful loser.
GT
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