(sex) and VIOLENCE

    On a recent Pay-Per-View presentation by the World Wrestling
Federation, a 50-year-old man was hideously busted open.  His face
was literally a crimson mask of blood and gore.  This same man was
also thrown over 20 feet to the (albeit padded) ground and hit in
the stomach with a sledgehammer.  Some time earlier, a female
"wrestler" (and I use that term loosly) took off her top and gave
the very enthusiastic crowd a glimpse of her ... "kittens".
    Now, who wants to guess which one people complained about?
    It galls me that in a country where you can have somone be
set on fire, kill about a hundred or so people, and go to Hell,
and still wrangle a PG-13 rating, yet seemingly anything beyond
five seconds on on-screen breasts garners an "R" rating.  God 
forbid you should show full-frontal, and if you want to actually
show people in the act, you'd better either be damn creative or
feel like pasting a "X" rating on your work.  You can show people
graphically tearing the life from other people, but even try and
show the act that CREATES life, and you're an evil, evil man.
    But then, we must remind ourselves that our ancestors were 
mostly Puritan.  These are the same sort of people that saw 
absolutely nothing wrong with tossing someone in the lake to see
if they were a witch or not, but viciously beat their children for
laughing.  Not the most well-adjusted bunch to base a nation off 
of, no?  For as long as white people have been here, the rule has
been to repress sex and emphasize violence.  Provided it's "good"
violence, of course, namely against the enemies of your country,
religion, and/or beliefs.  It's good and moral to kill a man on 
the battlefield, but if you sleep with someone that you're not 
married to, into the fiery pit with you!
    Give me a fuckin' break.  
    Just to draw a parallel here ... in the jungle, there is a 
species of monkey called the pigmy chimpanzee.  These guys are 
the anti-Puritans of nature.  They have sex for EVERYTHING.  To
say hello, goodbye, good morning ... it doesn't really matter.  It
doesn't matter if it's your sister, your best friend, or your 
third cousin Chim-Chim.  It's just sex, sex, sex.  And you know 
what the funniest thing about that is?  In all the time that these
apes have been studied, they have never been known to kill one of
their own species.
    Let me say that again, for those of you who may have your 
head shoved up your anal cavity.  They have never been known to 
kill one of their own species.  NEVER.  Humans, by contrast, can't
go five seconds without killing another of their own species.  And
our sexual laws are very strict, rigid, and ... well ... sucky.  
Think about that for a second, and tell me when's the last time 
*YOU* wanted to kill someone after getting laid (not counting the
time you were drunk and picked up a transvestite).  
    Of course, there was a time when free love was the rule, not
the exception.  That was the 60's, which I sadly was not able to 
experience for myself.  I mean, think about it.  Who got laid more
than anybody?  The hippies.  Did the hippies wanna go to 'Nam and
kill Charlie?  Hell no!  They wanted to smoke weed and get a piece
of that flower girl over there.  Of course, then nature had to go
and fuck it up with AIDS and the like.  Where am I going with this?
I have no idea.
    All I'm saying is this ... next time you become enraged that
a five-year-old can type in "hi" on a search engine and get a 
hundred porn sites ... ask yourself how many dead bodies this kid's
seen splattered on the TV, and how many more he's going to see 
before he even learns what that thing between his legs is, much 
less that a girl has a place between hers where ... well, you know.
    Think about it.
    And tell me ... will you make love ... or make war?
    Stay Hungry.

---The Anarkist