it's an end to shaking of the tree trauma for one woman: a testament to survival and fortifying the backbone after five years of intimate partner violence, BWS by any other name -- battered wives!
Hey, Mike Fish. Thanks for the comments. I am now unable to post new diatribes, polemics, satirical stuff, as I was done composing one post hours ago, and alas, it juxtaposed Zuckerberg and Goosesteppers, i.e. Techno Fascists. So, Substack is either using the piece of shit AI to screen screeds like mine, or someone complained about my posts having such a vitality and strong sense of justice and injustice in the world. Pointing out power dynamics in the world, from Catholic Church, to USA, to Israel, to Zionists, and sometimes, pointing out people's origins -- those in the driver seat of our destruction. So, this might be my last post ever, since I tried composing another post, and Substack "let" me do the composing, but when I attempted to post, I was/am locked out, and I can't even scroll through the post to cut and paste. This is what it is in this shit hole capitalist hell hole. So, the fact that I have a Word Press, hell, that one too might be jacked with by the puny powers that aren't.
It’s like Georgie Carlin said, (ok, i know, I know, Carlin is no Haeder, and I’m no Maya Angelou), but he said, “I’ll tell you about your precious fucking “rights””. “Think Japanese Americans.” “Right” this way, straight into the internment camps!!!”
“Just when these innocent people needed their rights the most, the government just took em away.” “You say that you have a right to your opinion.” Well I say that it’s my opinion, that you have no right to your own opinion, and I have right to shoot you in the face!!” “Where you gonna get a fairer fucking deal than that?” “No, what we have are a set of “temporary privileges”, cause rights ain’t rights if somebody can just take em away from ya.”
Some folks/oddballs quote Shakespeare. Some of us cite stand-up polemicists.
Some if us need to laugh, while some prefer to reference haughty gibberish.
A few of us really enjoy reading Haeder. If our names were Fuckerberg, or Mush, (correction Musk), or Bozos that might matter, but I seriously doubt that those guy read anymore, anyhow. Them guys is
pro-fetish-inall MMA fighters now, don’tcha know.
Is there a work around we can conjure up? I ain’t been banned from substack,...yet.
You could send me your shit, and I could put it on the old substuck myself. It might take awhile longer than you’re used to, to “get it up” (not what you’re thinking), cause we didn’t have no substuck or facefuck or tweetin’ in the joint. “Rusty” don’t even begin to describe my state of technological proficiency.
Curmudgeon Luddite is more like it.
A seer I used to follow (I think that his name was Sam Kinison) said, “IF YOU MAKE RANTING IMPOSSIBLE YOU MAKE BATS TO THE HEAD INEVITABLE!!!!!”
I know that you care deeply about your fellow man/woman/dog/seal/bird/fish/snake/tree/flower/bee. Not a fucking “tree hugger”. More like a “taker reporter”.
I guess that you’re expected to just whisper, and give us the milquetoast, marble-mouthed, mumble.
Yeah, Taibbi squakin’ about censorship, on substuck, and they do the same shit here. I’m not prone to violence, never have been.
Been able to provoke it (me on the receiving end) with words.
Those are the brain dead motherfuckers. When someone counters words, with anything but words, they are worth LESS than the sweat dripping from my balls, period.
My retort to those censors, those batterers, them jailers, is, spittle.
“When I stand stand with, and up for, another person, the happiness quotient in this world gets a beautiful boost.”
(definitely not mRNA)
-Toothless in Wisconsin
I’m no Maya Angelou, or Neruda, but then, who is?
Today, a voice pierced the husk of a withering, seemingly frozen entity, called court. Harsh words, and difficult memories were on display, for any with ears and a conscience, to appreciate. The trembling, fearful, hushed, whisper, replaced with a courageous, defiant, truthful, powerful voice.
Forget decorum. Forget “order in the court!!!!” This is a moment of truth in the lives of all of the participants, realized or not.
I’m am gratified that this presentation did not take place before an empty house. That there was a participatory audience who engaged, and appreciated the sentiments that the orator evoked. Victims of violence are too often isolated, alone, and marginalized. Too often I’ve observed proceedings, similar to this one, where the attendees consisted of only the principals, the lie-weres, and maybe the lone distraught parent, or child. The silence, and mechanical nature of it all can be quite chilling. I think of the booming voice of Dr. King. “Let freedom ring!!!” “Justice for all my precious brothers and sisters!!!!” Can you hear him? I still can. I think that’s it’s a feature woefully missing from the legal machinery.
By that I mean humanity. Honesty.
So, as the gavel comes down, and the stage is dismantled, and fresh characters are brought in for the next episode, does anyone in the audience ask, “Well, now what?” Or, does everyone retreat to their respective corners, as the memory of this episode dwindles? Does another opportunity for community slip through our fingers, replaced by the usual routine? Experience gives me “low hopes”. But, that’s still hope, isn’t it? I’ve read/heard that a common response to experiencing violence is isolation. Could that explain our common (all to) isolation? No matter what it is, it’s gotta stop. For the most part, it ain’t good for anybody.
There are exceptions.
Take, for instance, the defendant in this case. Seeing as there was no rebuttal provided by him, I assume all of the facts In evidence to be both true and accurate. (Fuck, I sound like half a lie-were. Better wash my mouth out with soap.)
At some point, this defendant requires some solitude. I think that he needs to read, and reread, and reread, the words, the facts, and the feelings that his soon-to-be former spouse summoned the courage to speak out loud, in public. After all, public speaking is a breeze, right? Especially, when everything is on the line, right? Kudos, again, to Janet!
Where will this defendant, this stained human being, locate this solitude? It doesn’t appear to be happening in the county jail. Hardly surprising, when you’re housed with like minded, like gendered, defendants who in many cases are similarly situated. But, this person really needs to have an extended period of time, and quiet, to silently ponder his history. At least the parts he can remember. (let’s not overlook the alcohol factor, if we’re going to be intelligent about this) Maybe I’m being naive. Then again, maybe the naysayers are the naive ones. But, this defendant, this human being, isn’t just going to evaporate, and the problems that he generates aren’t just going to vanish into thin air.
In a strange sort of way, everyone who invested of themselves in this case, and cried out for justice, was, inadvertently, advocating for this defendant. In solidarity, shouting, “stop the violence!” If we merely enclose a violent, abusive, angry, drugged, twisted person, in a box, all we ended up with is “boxed socio/psychopath.” A temporary improvement at best. This “boxed biped” is in need of repairs. Except, of course where Janet is concerned. For her, of course, it’s “return to sender!!!” And, speaking of Janet, she should receive all kinds of love and support, just because. And, because she has been so resilient, and brave, she kinda deserves it. Don’tcha think? I do.
I just want to say that I really, really, really hope that this story can have a happy ending.
Hey, Mike Fish. Thanks for the comments. I am now unable to post new diatribes, polemics, satirical stuff, as I was done composing one post hours ago, and alas, it juxtaposed Zuckerberg and Goosesteppers, i.e. Techno Fascists. So, Substack is either using the piece of shit AI to screen screeds like mine, or someone complained about my posts having such a vitality and strong sense of justice and injustice in the world. Pointing out power dynamics in the world, from Catholic Church, to USA, to Israel, to Zionists, and sometimes, pointing out people's origins -- those in the driver seat of our destruction. So, this might be my last post ever, since I tried composing another post, and Substack "let" me do the composing, but when I attempted to post, I was/am locked out, and I can't even scroll through the post to cut and paste. This is what it is in this shit hole capitalist hell hole. So, the fact that I have a Word Press, hell, that one too might be jacked with by the puny powers that aren't.
It’s like Georgie Carlin said, (ok, i know, I know, Carlin is no Haeder, and I’m no Maya Angelou), but he said, “I’ll tell you about your precious fucking “rights””. “Think Japanese Americans.” “Right” this way, straight into the internment camps!!!”
“Just when these innocent people needed their rights the most, the government just took em away.” “You say that you have a right to your opinion.” Well I say that it’s my opinion, that you have no right to your own opinion, and I have right to shoot you in the face!!” “Where you gonna get a fairer fucking deal than that?” “No, what we have are a set of “temporary privileges”, cause rights ain’t rights if somebody can just take em away from ya.”
Some folks/oddballs quote Shakespeare. Some of us cite stand-up polemicists.
Some if us need to laugh, while some prefer to reference haughty gibberish.
A few of us really enjoy reading Haeder. If our names were Fuckerberg, or Mush, (correction Musk), or Bozos that might matter, but I seriously doubt that those guy read anymore, anyhow. Them guys is
pro-fetish-inall MMA fighters now, don’tcha know.
Is there a work around we can conjure up? I ain’t been banned from substack,...yet.
You could send me your shit, and I could put it on the old substuck myself. It might take awhile longer than you’re used to, to “get it up” (not what you’re thinking), cause we didn’t have no substuck or facefuck or tweetin’ in the joint. “Rusty” don’t even begin to describe my state of technological proficiency.
Curmudgeon Luddite is more like it.
A seer I used to follow (I think that his name was Sam Kinison) said, “IF YOU MAKE RANTING IMPOSSIBLE YOU MAKE BATS TO THE HEAD INEVITABLE!!!!!”
I know that you care deeply about your fellow man/woman/dog/seal/bird/fish/snake/tree/flower/bee. Not a fucking “tree hugger”. More like a “taker reporter”.
I guess that you’re expected to just whisper, and give us the milquetoast, marble-mouthed, mumble.
Yeah, Taibbi squakin’ about censorship, on substuck, and they do the same shit here. I’m not prone to violence, never have been.
Been able to provoke it (me on the receiving end) with words.
Those are the brain dead motherfuckers. When someone counters words, with anything but words, they are worth LESS than the sweat dripping from my balls, period.
My retort to those censors, those batterers, them jailers, is, spittle.
Solidarity forever.
“When I stand stand with, and up for, another person, the happiness quotient in this world gets a beautiful boost.”
(definitely not mRNA)
-Toothless in Wisconsin
I’m no Maya Angelou, or Neruda, but then, who is?
Today, a voice pierced the husk of a withering, seemingly frozen entity, called court. Harsh words, and difficult memories were on display, for any with ears and a conscience, to appreciate. The trembling, fearful, hushed, whisper, replaced with a courageous, defiant, truthful, powerful voice.
Forget decorum. Forget “order in the court!!!!” This is a moment of truth in the lives of all of the participants, realized or not.
I’m am gratified that this presentation did not take place before an empty house. That there was a participatory audience who engaged, and appreciated the sentiments that the orator evoked. Victims of violence are too often isolated, alone, and marginalized. Too often I’ve observed proceedings, similar to this one, where the attendees consisted of only the principals, the lie-weres, and maybe the lone distraught parent, or child. The silence, and mechanical nature of it all can be quite chilling. I think of the booming voice of Dr. King. “Let freedom ring!!!” “Justice for all my precious brothers and sisters!!!!” Can you hear him? I still can. I think that’s it’s a feature woefully missing from the legal machinery.
By that I mean humanity. Honesty.
So, as the gavel comes down, and the stage is dismantled, and fresh characters are brought in for the next episode, does anyone in the audience ask, “Well, now what?” Or, does everyone retreat to their respective corners, as the memory of this episode dwindles? Does another opportunity for community slip through our fingers, replaced by the usual routine? Experience gives me “low hopes”. But, that’s still hope, isn’t it? I’ve read/heard that a common response to experiencing violence is isolation. Could that explain our common (all to) isolation? No matter what it is, it’s gotta stop. For the most part, it ain’t good for anybody.
There are exceptions.
Take, for instance, the defendant in this case. Seeing as there was no rebuttal provided by him, I assume all of the facts In evidence to be both true and accurate. (Fuck, I sound like half a lie-were. Better wash my mouth out with soap.)
At some point, this defendant requires some solitude. I think that he needs to read, and reread, and reread, the words, the facts, and the feelings that his soon-to-be former spouse summoned the courage to speak out loud, in public. After all, public speaking is a breeze, right? Especially, when everything is on the line, right? Kudos, again, to Janet!
Where will this defendant, this stained human being, locate this solitude? It doesn’t appear to be happening in the county jail. Hardly surprising, when you’re housed with like minded, like gendered, defendants who in many cases are similarly situated. But, this person really needs to have an extended period of time, and quiet, to silently ponder his history. At least the parts he can remember. (let’s not overlook the alcohol factor, if we’re going to be intelligent about this) Maybe I’m being naive. Then again, maybe the naysayers are the naive ones. But, this defendant, this human being, isn’t just going to evaporate, and the problems that he generates aren’t just going to vanish into thin air.
In a strange sort of way, everyone who invested of themselves in this case, and cried out for justice, was, inadvertently, advocating for this defendant. In solidarity, shouting, “stop the violence!” If we merely enclose a violent, abusive, angry, drugged, twisted person, in a box, all we ended up with is “boxed socio/psychopath.” A temporary improvement at best. This “boxed biped” is in need of repairs. Except, of course where Janet is concerned. For her, of course, it’s “return to sender!!!” And, speaking of Janet, she should receive all kinds of love and support, just because. And, because she has been so resilient, and brave, she kinda deserves it. Don’tcha think? I do.
I just want to say that I really, really, really hope that this story can have a happy ending.
And, how about a happy middle, while we’re at it.