Today’s unrelated photo is from my critically acclaimed series “The Airstream Creperies of Austin.” Flip Happy Crepes, August 2007.
Remember back in November of 2005? No? Then let me be your guide through the mists of time. November of 2005 is when Ontarioian (?) ass-carbuncle Jan Luedecke was acquitted of a rape charge on grounds that he ‘suffers’ from a ‘medical condition’ known as ‘sexsomnia’.
Sexsomnia! That’s when you skulk around getting shitfaced* and raping women as usual, except that when one of’em complains you just tell the judge you were sleepwalking at the time. Presto. You’re back to your normal liquor-and-predation schedule in no time.
In 2005 I predicted that we had not seen the last of the absurd sexsomnia defense; it was just too ripe with the lurid promise of possibility, in terms of both general misogyny and titillating headlines. And naturally I was right. Last January saw Adam Flockhart, the alkie perv in Edinburgh who got off with a slap on the wrist after mauling a sleeping woman (less than half his age, not that that’s either here or there). He couldn’t help it! He was drunk, he blacked out, he had no recollection!
And today we have Flockhart’s heir apparent, RAF serviceman and vodka enthusiast Kenneth Ecott, who attacked a 15-year-old girl and walked on accounta he has sexsomnia too.
These asinine cases are all adjudicated from — what else? — a rape-friendly, misogynist perspective. “He has no recollection and no control so he can’t be responsible.” But look here. Whether or not these assholes are or aren’t “suffering” from a “disorder” is completely irrelevant. From the point of view of the victim, a rape has occurred, with all the usual collateral damage, regardless of the degree of conscious malfeasance on the part of the perp. She couldn’t care less about the attacker’s “intent.” But of course it makes no nevermind to law enforcement that an actual crime has been experienced by an actual victim, as long as that victim is female, and the crime is rape.
I see this crap in my inbox every day: rape just isn’t a crime for which men can be held accountable. Society can’t allow it. If men could be punished for rape, it would mean that women — even those of us who aren’t respectable honky married virgins who nobly fight off our attackers to the point of visible physical injury — actually have a right not to be raped. Which would mean that we are not dirty subhuman inferiosas. Yet whenever anyone has the impertinence to suggest this world-order-toppling idea, a cry rises from the hivemind’s parochial throat: “This does not compute! The Collective depends on rape to preserve the global economy through a docile female underclass!” And the hive will go to absurd lengths to protect rapists. In fact, at least one American judge has offically downgraded “rape” to “sex” in an effort to convey that rape isn’t a crime at all. And now this “sexsomnia” bullshit? Enough already. Creeps whose lecherous urges are so profound they can’t keep it in their pants when they’re gorked need to either get it locked up or get it chopped off.
* Note that in all three of these cases alcohol abuse on the part of the rapist was successfully argued to be a primary mitigating factor; in fact, “sexsomnia” only seems to rear its ugly dick when the perps are loaded. But whenever a female victim tests positive for even a drop of Scotch, the opposite contingency obtains; women who drink are universally tarts who are askin’ for it, and so are punished with public humiliation.