Plastic butt: because it’s funny
From time to time, anxious readers, believing me to be off my nut, write in with concerned questions about my mental health and/or my IQ. Here is a composite of some of the more popular themes:
Q: Why do you want to ban porn? Are you some kind of humorless right-wing whackjob fundamentalist Sunday school teacher? Who died and made you king of what women ought to do with their sexuality? Shouldnâ€™t your name really be Prissy McPruderson? Et cetera.
A: I donâ€™t want to ban porn. Banning stuff is stupid, but if it werenâ€™t, what I would advocate banning is stupidity. Because stupidity is the primordial ooze from which all rotten stuff emanates.
I want people to get this clue: that pornography can only exist under the auspices of oppression. I want them to realize that getting off on oppression makes them the jackasses of the cosmos. I want them to consider that if the structure of our society were not founded on a misogynist, fuck-anything-that-moves paradigm, pictures of naked chicks would just be pictures of naked chicks and no big whoop, but that the way things stand, pictures of naked chicks are in fact the fetishization, if that’s the word I want, of degraded humanity.
I want people to gaze out upon the horizon of enlightenment and grasp this simple fact: that when they blow jizz on that thing, they are nothing but fucking barbarians.
Try this simple experiment:
First, liberate women from male supremacy. Next, take all the naked pictures of chicks you want. Notice anything? Thatâ€™s right, itâ€™s not porn anymore, because the women pictured are fully human. Liberate women, and porn disappears.
Which undoubtedly would suck all the fun out of naked chicks for certain mouth breathers.