NPR discourse on rape porn in the time of Holtzclaw

Yes, that group of creeps again. And the heartland meathead. It’s hard to know which does more damage. The meathead raped some women and is doing life at–that’s the funny thing about it. The Oklahoma Department of Corrections won’t say where it’s stashed Big Dan, making it impossible for plaintiffs’ attorneys representing his victims to serve process on him. Presumably he’s serving his sentence out of state. He could be at liberty in Costa Rica or Brazil, for all we know; he probably isn’t, but the refusal of prison officials to name the institution housing him doesn’t inspire confidence. They claim to think that disclosing the Claw’s location would put him at risk of violence from the kind of random angry strangers who infiltrate prisons for the purpose of harming inmates because the teevee machine told them they were evil.

While the state of Oklahoma keeps doing really fucking shady shit to protect its most notorious convicted serial rapist from process service and general behurtment of feels, NPR examines the latest young adult fiction about rape and consent at high school. Find the link for yourselves; I’m too computer-stupid and rushed to chase it down now. This young adult fiction is about cute white girls being kinda sorta raped by dudes they know, as opposed to poor black women from their teens through their fifties definitely being forcibly raped by an armed uniformed cop. As Joe Bageant said, “Hologram don’t serve no dark meat.” As Daniel Holtzclaw said, “Bet you’ve never sucked white dick before.” #RaceTogether. Some of these women were sure that Holtzclaw would murder them. Notwithstanding #BlackLivesMatter, the mainstream media have had awfully little to say about this creep and his habit of raping black women because he believed them to be poor and marginalized by convictions for victimless crimes in mispoliced ghetto neighborhoods. Instead, NPR again saw it fit to mention Emma Sulkowicz in passing, as if her mattress stunt was something other than opportunistic narcissism in the form of performance lying. She got raped by that boy as badly as I got raped by aliens last night, is my guess. I wouldn’t get 400-level university credit for walking around downtown San Jose holding a monitoring well probe over my head and declaring that little green people had abducted me into a flying saucer and stuck the probe up my ass, but then again, I’m not Emma Sulkowicz.

The NPR piece the other day (stay tuned in case I feel like providing a link, or don’t; I don’t care) included a comment from a high school teacher about how some dipshit boy in his class announced that “no doesn’t mean no; no means ‘harder,'” and had two girls spontaneously agreeing with him before the teacher could get a word in edgewise. This is how amateurs fuck these days, apparently. But we’re supposed to clutch pearls most tightly about the horrifically sexy prospect of cute white chicks getting lightly raped by football players or the like. Holtzclaw was a legit practitioner of #FOOTBALL, a credible NFL prospect, in fact, before he turned to the ostentatiously white practice of muh dik under color of authority and force of arms, but again, he went for the dark meat, and the hologram, like heroin these days, strongly prefers the white meat. Hence Steubenville and that tearful dork at the New England prep school and Jian Ghomeshi. It never ends. Ghomeshi did whatever he did to Lucy DeCoutere, who made a fool of herself at the trial by sounding like maybe she actually wanted it. Emada Tingirides probably would have told him to get your creepy Indian ass the fuck away from me, and I’d expect her to accomplish nothing less than severe testicular tortion on the likes of Holtzclaw in the event of the suck white dick nonsense. No, it isn’t because he’s white; it’s because he’s a creep. A creepy-ass cracker, we might say, provided that a half-Germanic, half-Japanese, quite Asian-looking dude counts as a cracker (racial issues much?). If Trayvon Martin runs up trembling about a creepy fucking white dude and then points to a visibly paranoid George Zimmerman, one doesn’t qualify Zimmerman’s whiteness or accuse him of racial insensitivity; one has the creep explain himself to the responding officers.

We claim to be all about strong, confident, fearless women, but then we lionize shrinking violets because their helplessness and distress are hotter than Summer Benton telling some rowdy catcalling drunk to sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up. Correction: (((WE))), likely but not necessarily (((THE JEWS))). (((I’m a quarter-breed, you know.))) (((Sulkowicz/2))), too, by the way. Shit. Much parenthesis. Bet you’ve never eaten white pussy before. I haven’t, either, but that’s because I fuck whores, not skanks. I’ll probably end up marrying a hooker. Amateur girls these days are so fucking crazy, and they’re being trained by the media to be even crazier. I’m scared to peer any deeper into that abyss.

Have your teenagers read The Happy Hooker or James Joyce’s carrying-on about the joy of fucking a farting woman instead of NPR-approved rape for young adults literature. It may be garbage, but it’s wholesome garbage. It’s like eating last night’s Chinese leftovers out of a trash can at dawn instead of digging to the bottom of the can for a bag of used kitty litter. Don’t blame me for publishing such filth. Check your own privilege for never having known a milquetoast fuckhead who left behind twenty gallons of his own shit in a trash can across the driveway from your winery. I can’t help it. I’ve been acculturated by nutters and dirty shitheads. I’m like Romulus and Remus howling back at the she-wolf. No, that’s too clean an analogy. Wolves clean up after themselves.

Maybe I’ll walk around downtown San Jose with a bucket inscribed “SHIT” instead, lifting it high in a one-man procession like the Cross, and call that art. Prevailing community standards allow for worse. So do the academic standards at Columbia. So do the editorial standards at NPR.

Hell, maybe we should sumbit to the aliens. They might upload something useful into our beings.

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