“Maybe I couldn’t make it. Maybe I don’t have a pretty smile, good teeth, nice tits, long legs, a cheeky arse, a sexy voice. Maybe I don’t know how to handle men and increase my market value, so that the rewards due to the feminine will accrue to me. Then again, maybe I’m sick of the masquerade. I’m sick of pretending eternal youth. I’m sick of belying my own intelligence, my own will, my own sex. I’m sick of peering at the world through false eyelashes, so everything I see is mixed with a shadow of bought hairs; I’m sick of weighting my head with a dead mane, unable to move my neck freely, terrified of rain, of wind, of dancing too vigorously in case I sweat into my lacquered curls. I’m sick of the Powder Room. I’m sick of pretending that some fatuous male’s self-important pronouncements are the objects of my undivided attention, I’m sick of going to films and plays when someone else wants to, and sick of having no opinions of my own about either. I’m sick of being a transvestite. I refuse to be a female impersonator. I am a woman, not a castrate.” 
― Germaine Greer, The Female Eunuch

Sadness - Jonathan Safran Foer

“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others--the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.” 
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry. You had it all, man, and you 'fucked' it all away. I hate to be crude but in this instance, having followed the entire case from start to finish, I think I'm entirely justified to my opinion. And I've been silent up until now except for reporting the case on Twitter. I have been silent till now:

A 'female' friend of mine put it this way: "What is the problem with men and their compulsive sex drives!!??" Compulsive sex drives. Now I don't think ALL men think about sex compulsively. Women have sex drives, too, but I believe that in general, sex is not on their brain 24/7, as it is with many men. I speak from some experience as most of my friends are dudes and we are all quite frank about our different sexual proclivities. They tell me they are always looking to get some, or thinking about how to get some or planning on HOW to get some. They have been very open with me. And I thank them all for their frankness. Thank you all my best dudes for your honesty. I learned much from all of you.

But when it comes to pedophiles, men and women, across the board, just cannot wrap their mind around a human being who compulsively obsesses about having sex with young children every second of every day! I can't! And I've tried. I think we all should. Most people cannot understand how a pedophile orders their entire DAY around how they will create the opportunity to have sex with a child EACH night of their lives. This is incomprehensible to your average person. And well it should be.

Sandusky is a top tier predator. Money, connections, power, size, strength and location. Let's face it: He had all the things you would need to successfully predate upon young kids. It was his 'rape' kit, so to speak. He took it everywhere with him And he did it in open view. The kids complained. And were initially ignored. Forget about Mrs. Sandusky from planet nine. She would be of no help. Not to the kids nor to her husband at trial.

And then there was the Penn State cover-up by Curley and Schulz. They made sure Sandusky had the one thing every predator of young children needs; Opportunity. Because they kept their mouths shut, they are JUST AS GUILTY AS JERRY SANDUSKY. And should be adjudicated as such. They should go prison for life as well.

There were many women who kept their mouths shut and in doing so allowed Sandusky to keep up his charade. But, and I hope I don't piss off my male readers, it was a culture of MEN who kept this conspiracy going. And it was a conspiracy, let me be clear, of Jerry Sandusky's making. His sexual appetite's set the 'ball' in play. But because of his success on the field of the Litany Lions as Chief Defensive Coach, he was a cash cow as he helped to turn out pro champions, one after the other. Shame on everyone involved.

Mark my words, Sandusky is just the tip of the ice berg. This case is like a ganglion cyst with tendrils that reach throughout the football program and right up to the Deans office. Penn State will never again shine as brightly as it once did. Shame on everyone involved.

It's a pity. Jerry Sandusky is just one man. He appeared  to be one man affecting great change in the lives of many disadvantaged young men. He even had the hutzpah to compare himself to Mother Teresa! But, sadly, he has shown the world how much suffering ONE man can cause. He SHOULD have been the agent for positive change in people's lives.

One caution: Don't forget Jerry Sandusky. He is a monster. Tell your children about people like him so they will be 'armed.' What a shitty world we live in. Thanks, Jerry.    RIP = Rot In Prison.

People's Court: Yaweh vs. Lucifer

"Suppose neutral angels were able to talk, Yahweh and Lucifer – God and Satan, to use their popular titles – into settling out of court. What would be the terms of the compromise? Specifically, how would they divide the assets of their early kingdom? 

Would God be satisfied the loaves and fishes and itty-bitty thimbles of Communion wine, while Satan to have the red-eye gravy, eighteen-ounce New York Stakes, and buckets of chilled champagne? Would God really accept twice-a-month lovemaking for procreative purposes and give Satan the all night, no-holds-barred, nasty “can’t-get-enough-of-you” hot-as-hell-fucks? 

Think about it. Would Satan get New Orleans, Bangkok, and the French Riviera and God get Salt Lake City? Satan get ice hockey, God get horseshoes? God get bingo, Satan get stud poker? Satan get LSD; God, Prozac? God get Neil Simon; Satan Oscar Wilde?" 
— Tom Robbins

Can't We All Just Get Along?

Can't we all just get along??

Oh! Sexy Jesus. You Soooo Fly!!

Kickin A Goddess While She's Down!

It has been some years now since I have felt like my 'old' self. Having recently whupped kidney cancer, necessitating months of treatment, I'm now on the ropes with double pneumonia, one broken hip & a broken knee. At home, they refer to me as the 'thing' on the couch. I have lost 90% of my mobility and 100% of my stamina. Look up 'pissed off' in the dictionary and there my picture will be.

Yet I tweet everyday. I tweet my effin little heart out. Apparently, no one cares as I am hemorrhaging followers every day!! Are my troubles that different or startling than your own that it compels people to abandon ship like I have the plague? Talk about kicking a Goddess while she's down! The horror!

My neighbor, a good friend of mine...sometime's I don't talk to her for days. We pick up right where we left off when I see her again. She doesn't 'unfollow' me because I feel like shit! She is loyal! Does that word have NO cache for tweeps?? Is it NECESSARY to make me feel MORE like a piece of useless shit on a couch by UNfollowing me?

I wish, I wish I knew each and everyone's 'troubles' so that when YOU are down, I can kick you in the teeth and UNfollow you. It just makes me want to cry. The inhumanity of it all. Who goes to all the trouble to unfollow someone unless that person has seriously insulted YOU or your fat MAMA?! Booyah!

Just so you know, I have my #TwittaQuitta stats and will be dealing with each any every one of your worthless unfollowing asses as I have nothing but TIME on my hands which are the only part of my body which are still fully functional. You will begin to rue them! So unfollow away. I'm making a list.

Instead of #Follow Friday, I will change it to who NOT to follow on Friday! Friendship and loyalty to one's friends are the apex of Greek life. Those of you who deign to insult this goddess by unfollowing her during her time of need will be dealt with harshly. It is time to put the 'L' for loyalty back into the word foLLower on Twitter! Don't be a quitter! Be a friend. Isn't that why we're all here together?  

The Christian Question

If there is anyone who can ask anything of the Christian, it is the Christian himself. The conclusion is that if I allowed myself at the end of this statement to demand of you certain duties, these could only be duties that it is essential to ask of any man today, whether or not he is a Christian.

I wish to declare also that, not feeling I possess any absolute truth or any message, I shall never start from the supposition that the Christian truth is illusory, but merely from the fact that I could not accept it. Hence I shall not, as far as I'm concerned, try to pass myself off as a Christian in your presence. I share with you the same revulsion from evil. But I do not share your hope, and I continue to struggle against this universe in children continue to suffer and die...

Medusa's Signature Poem - Read It - Know MEdusa

The Thunder, Perfect Mind

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Translated by George W. MacRae

I was sent forth from the power,

and I have come to those who reflect upon me,

and I have been found among those who seek after me.

Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,

and you hearers, hear me.

You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.

And do not banish me from your sight.

And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.

Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!

Do not be ignorant of me.

For I am the first and the last.

I am the honored one and the scorned one.

I am the whore and the holy one.

I am the wife and the virgin.

I am and the daughter.

I am the members of my mother.

I am the barren one

and many are her sons.

I am she whose wedding is great,

and I have not taken a husband.

I am the midwife and she who does not bear.

I am the solace of my labor pains.

I am the bride and the bridegroom,

and it is my husband who begot me.

I am the mother of my father

and the sister of my husband

and he is my offspring.

I am the slave of him who prepared me.

I am the ruler of my offspring.

But he is the one who begot me before the time on a birthday.

And he is my offspring in (due) time,

and my power is from him.

I am the staff of his power in his youth,

and he is the rod of my old age.

And whatever he wills happens to me.

I am the silence that is incomprehensible

and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.

I am the voice whose sound is manifold

and the word whose appearance is multiple.

I am the utterance of my name.

Why, you who hate me, do you love me,

and hate those who love me?

You who deny me, confess me,

and you who confess me, deny me.

You who tell the truth about me, lie about me,

and you who have lied about me, tell the truth about me.

You who know me, be ignorant of me,

and those who have not known me, let them know me.

For I am knowledge and ignorance.

I am shame and boldness.

I am shameless; I am ashamed.

I am strength and I am fear.

I am war and peace.

Give heed to me.

I am the one who is disgraced and the great one.

Give heed to my poverty and my wealth.

Do not be arrogant to me when I am cast out upon the earth,

and you will find me in those that are to come.

And do not look upon me on the dung-heap

nor go and leave me cast out,

and you will find me in the kingdoms.

And do not look upon me when I am cast out among those who

are disgraced and in the least places,

nor laugh at me.

And do not cast me out among those who are slain in violence.

But I, I am compassionate and I am cruel.

Be on your guard!

Do not hate my obedience

and do not love my self-control.

In my weakness, do not forsake me,

and do not be afraid of my power.

For why do you despise my fear

and curse my pride?

But I am she who exists in all fears

and strength in trembling.

I am she who is weak,

and I am well in a pleasant place.

I am senseless and I am wise.

Why have you hated me in your counsels?

For I shall be silent among those who are silent,

and I shall appear and speak,

Why then have you hated me, you Greeks?

Because I am a barbarian among the barbarians?

For I am the wisdom of the Greeks

and the knowledge of the barbarians.

I am the judgement of the Greeks and of the barbarians.

I am the one whose image is great in Egypt

and the one who has no image among the barbarians.

I am the one who has been hated everywhere

and who has been loved everywhere.

I am the one whom they call Life,

and you have called Death.

I am the one whom they call Law,

and you have called Lawlessness.

I am the one whom you have pursued,

and I am the one whom you have seized.

I am the one whom you have scattered,

and you have gathered me together.

I am the one before whom you have been ashamed,

and you have been shameless to me.

I am she who does not keep festival,

and I am she whose festivals are many.

I, I am godless,

and I am the one whose God is great.

I am the one whom you have reflected upon,

and you have scorned me.

I am unlearned,

and they learn from me.

I am the one that you have despised,

and you reflect upon me.

I am the one whom you have hidden from,

and you appear to me.

But whenever you hide yourselves,

I myself will appear.

For whenever you appear,

I myself will hide from you.

Those who have [...] to it [...] senselessly [...].

Take me [... understanding] from grief.

and take me to yourselves from understanding and grief.

And take me to yourselves from places that are ugly and in ruin,

and rob from those which are good even though in ugliness.

Out of shame, take me to yourselves shamelessly;

and out of shamelessness and shame,

upbraid my members in yourselves.

And come forward to me, you who know me

and you who know my members,

and establish the great ones among the small first creatures.

Come forward to childhood,

and do not despise it because it is small and it is little.

And do not turn away greatnesses in some parts from the smallnesses,

for the smallnesses are known from the greatnesses.

Why do you curse me and honor me?

You have wounded and you have had mercy.

Do not separate me from the first ones whom you have known.

And do not cast anyone out nor turn anyone away

[...] turn you away and [... know] him not.

[...].

What is mine [...].

I know the first ones and those after them know me.

But I am the mind of [...] and the rest of [...].

I am the knowledge of my inquiry,

and the finding of those who seek after me,

and the command of those who ask of me,

and the power of the powers in my knowledge

of the angels, who have been sent at my word,

and of gods in their seasons by my counsel,

and of spirits of every man who exists with me,

and of women who dwell within me.

I am the one who is honored, and who is praised,

and who is despised scornfully.

I am peace,

and war has come because of me.

And I am an alien and a citizen.

I am the substance and the one who has no substance.

Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me,

and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me.

Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me,

and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me.

On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me,

and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you.

[I am ...] within.

[I am ...] of the natures.

I am [...] of the creation of the spirits.

[...] request of the souls.

I am control and the uncontrollable.

I am the union and the dissolution.

I am the abiding and I am the dissolution.

I am the one below,

and they come up to me.

I am the judgment and the acquittal.

I, I am sinless,

and the root of sin derives from me.

I am lust in (outward) appearance,

and interior self-control exists within me.

I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone

and the speech which cannot be grasped.

I am a mute who does not speak,

and great is my multitude of words.

Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness.

I am she who cries out,

and I am cast forth upon the face of the earth.

I prepare the bread and my mind within.

I am the knowledge of my name.

I am the one who cries out,

and I listen.

I appear and [...] walk in [...] seal of my [...].

I am [...] the defense [...].

I am the one who is called Truth

and iniquity [...].

You honor me [...] and you whisper against me.

You who are vanquished, judge them (who vanquish you)

before they give judgment against you,

because the judge and partiality exist in you.

If you are condemned by this one, who will acquit you?

Or, if you are acquitted by him, who will be able to detain you?

For what is inside of you is what is outside of you,

and the one who fashions you on the outside

is the one who shaped the inside of you.

And what you see outside of you, you see inside of you;

it is visible and it is your garment.

Hear me, you hearers

and learn of my words, you who know me.

I am the hearing that is attainable to everything;

I am the speech that cannot be grasped.

I am the name of the sound

and the sound of the name.

I am the sign of the letter

and the designation of the division.

And I [...].

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[...] light [...].

[...] hearers [...] to you

[...] the great power.

And [...] will not move the name.

[...] to the one who created me.

And I will speak his name.

Look then at his words

and all the writings which have been completed.

Give heed then, you hearers

and you also, the angels and those who have been sent,

and you spirits who have arisen from the dead.

For I am the one who alone exists,

and I have no one who will judge me.

For many are the pleasant forms which exist in numerous sins,

and incontinencies,

and disgraceful passions,

and fleeting pleasures,

which (men) embrace until they become sober

and go up to their resting place.

And they will find me there,

and they will live,

and they will not die again.