Pay no attention to that woman being attacked behind the curtain.
Go buy more $3.00 gas, and oppose alternative energy at every turn...
Where is the voice of NOW? Where are the voices of other feminist organizations. They are silent - to their shame!
I am so glad you posted this. It gives me an opportunity to tell somebody my thoughts. No one really wants to hear things like this.
I’m sitting by a lake on a beautiful fall day, and I see a young mother and child feeding the ducks. I thought to myself about the beautiful portrait I’d seen in the same spot last year. It was like a Currier and Ives picture. Mother and children dressed in beautiful full coats.
This, too, is a beautiful portrait. The mother has a long black coat. She turns and I realize her long black coat and hat are, in fact, an ethnic dress and head covering. The little child, I see, is a boy. He turns with her, hiding behind her skirts...afraid of the ducks.
And I wonder, how do these Muslim women divorce themselves from the natural urgings of love.
They must to survive.
They are some of the world’s most beautiful women, who submit to such an ugly existence.
What’s more bizarre is the schizoid existence in which I sit at the moment, with the Rockettes’ Christmas special on television behind me and these tortured creatures of Mohammed in front of me.
I just finished throwing up.
That is one of the most horrifying things I have seen in years.
“Where are you goin?”
“I’m going to pick a fight.” WW
“Well, we didn’t get dressed up for nothin.”
-from Braveheart
...”Trades her soul as skin and bones. Sells the only thing she owns. Woman in chains. Woman in chains.
Men of stone.
Men of stone.
Well I feel deep in your heart there are wounds time can’t heal
And I feel somebody somewhere is trying to breathe
Well you know what I mean
Its a world gone crazy
Keeps a woman in chains
Its under my skin but out of my hands
I’ll tear it apart but I won’t understand
I will not accept the greatness of man
Its a world gone crazy keeps a woman in chains
So free her
So free her
(Tears for Fears—Songs from the big chair)