THE DAY AFTER

TO ALL FREE PEOPLE

A WARNING

THE AGE OF TRUMP

If your Black - be Afraid

If your Brown -  be Afraid

If your from the Mid East - be afraid

If your Latino - be Afraid

If your Mexican - be afraid

If your Hispanic - be Afraid

If your from Central or South America - be Afraid

If your Gay - be Afraid

If your Transgender - be Afraid

If your female - be Afraid

If your ill or frail - be Afraid

If your young - be afraid

If your old - be Afraid

If your a Catholic - be Afraid

If your Muslim - be Afraid

If your Palestinian - be Afraid

If your a Jew - be Afraid

If you work for the press - be Afraid

If you think - be Afraid

If your poor - be Afraid



  IF YOU HAVE A PUSSY - BE VERY VERY AFRAID

BLEAK MIDWINTER

The long night of desolation has fallen on America.

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The light shall not return until the Vulgarity in Washington leaves the public stage.


1 Be merciful unto me, O God, be merciful unto me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yea, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities be overpast.

2 I will cry unto God most high; unto God that performeth all things for me.

3 He shall send from heaven, and save me from the reproach of him that would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth his mercy and his truth.

4 My soul is among lions: and I lie even among them that are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

5 Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens; let thy glory be above all the earth.

6 They have prepared a net for my steps; my soul is bowed down: they have digged a pit before me, into the midst whereof they are fallen themselves. Selah.

STRACHEY - Facétie – 1916 – EXCERPT I

I’ve tried to get on with our inquiries about love and babies, but I haven’t got much further. The other day I began edging round the conversation in that direction with old Simpson, and naturally that didn’t succeed. She shut me up when I was still miles off. Everyone always does – that is, everyone who knows. What can it mean. It is very odd. Why on earth should there be a secret about what happens when people have babies?  I suppose it must be something appallingly shocking, but then, if it is, how can so many people bear to have them? Of course I’m quite sure it’s got something to do with those absurd little things that men have in statues hanging between their legs, and we haven’t. And I’m also sure it’s got something to do with the thing between our legs that I always call my Pussy. I believe that may be it’s real name, because once when I was at Oxford looking at the races with my cousin Tom, I heard quite a common woman say to another ‘There, Sarah, doesn’t make your pussy pout?’ And then I saw that one of the rowing men’s trousers were all split and those things were showing between his legs; it looked most extraordinary. I couldn’t quite see enough but the more I looked the more I felt-well, the more I felt my pussy pouting as the woman said. So now I call our’s pussies and theirs bow-wows, my theory is that people have children when their bow-wows and pussies pout at the same time. Do you think that’s it? Of course I can’t imagine how it can possibly work, and I daresay I’m altogether wrong and it’s really go something to do with W.C’s.

PORNOGRAPHY - A Facétie - 1916

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STRACHEY for HENREY LAMB