Friday, January 10, 2003


There was an article in the Clitoris Times about a member of the Sisterhood battering her husband to death with a pickaxe. The trial was dismissed because "...she was suffering from PMT at the time and couldn't control her emotions." Way to go, Sis! Some men deserve to die horribly! Being noisy with the Hoover when a woman's suffering like that, what do they expect? Actually I'll correct that statement...all men deserve to die horribly, inconsiderate child molesters that they are. The courts need more female judges who understand what it's like to experience pain once a month. And a change in the law too! One that allows the 'murder of anything male' by whatever torturous means. A knitting needle through the bollocks for angry old grandmas to exact their revenge. A dildo smacked repeatedly up the arse until men's kidneys burst...let's see how they like it! A cat o' nine tails wielded maniacally THAT'S ENOUGH OF THAT!


Editor's Note: An extension to the law for sufferers of gallbladder disease, whose pains are far more violent than those brought about by the menstrual cycle, allowing them to staple the mouths of ignorant feminists together might be a better bet.


Thought for the New Year: Convention is generally bigoted, stubborn and ignorant. That's why it's hard to argue against.

There will always be conflicts, despite the insistence of politicians that this will be the 'War to end all wars."

There will always be corruption, those committing the crimes being victims of peer-group pressure and the need-for-greed themselves.

There will always be elitism...be it religious, political, cultural or ethnic. The very act of starting a movement to stamp out elitism is elitist in itself.

There will always be an invented God to take the place of individually decided ethics, if not in the Christian sense then in the Jewish, the Hindu, the Raelian, new age ideology, ghosts, fairies and things that go bump in the night.

There will always be the merry-go-round of ideas that create the generation gap. Ideas as radical as the hills, perennially compelling to the young and ignorant and the old and crusty alike.

There will always be homogenisation and commercialisation and the real artists and poets will always be relegated to the backwaters of life until such times as their memories can be resurrected for exploitation without royalties.


And there will always be Scrag Ends, no matter how much the rest of you protest: