Geld the Guns Away

 

 

 

It’s not really like me to 

take to the internet with forceful statements of purpose, 

or to act like I’ve had an original political thought, 

or even a series of borrowed, learned thought-kernels which might 

eventually through gymnastics 

and total moral earnestness,

form a coherent and valid, 

singular thought 

worth pronouncing online, for all time. 

 

But it Just occurred to me 

that we could now…yes we have it within 

our power and political Will to right now

End all Rape 

and therefore a Significant Percentage of 

Unwanted Pregnancies 

if we 

 

only 

 

Chopped or Chipped

 

All of the Penises of Men 

and also Teen-aged

And even many of these astonishingly well- and early-developed Adolescent Males,
fond as they and their parents are of flavorful and tasty growth hormones. 

 

If we don’t remove the penises at their offending root of origin, then possibly we could put them behind some kind of state-supervised Firewall, dependent on a telemetric chip survey of Ruddy Flag Laws, and of the Mental Illness or Fitness of the male wishing to use the often so despicable penis.

 

Men do not rape or impregnate Women:
Penises rape or impregnate Women.

 

I’m dead-ass and definitely ngl about this, frfr. If I’m being honest. Facts. No Cap. It is lit, on the strength, and my word is bond, and I think we can do this if we lean into it and strike at the very essence of The Patriarchy which is/are the Obelisks and the all-male priesthoods, but definitely not the Pro Sports Leagues or Rule by Bloodline Military Juntas and Socio-Political Clubs who have Kept Arcane Magical-Technological Secrets as to Separate, Wondrous and General Cosmologies, or else How do they rig the very Physics of the precious sports-ball games, or fake all the reality events, with their occasionally convincing video footage and highly evaporable Pillarmids? Bc if they were to rely merely on these legions of tearless, hollow, gibbering, bribe-gobbling potential crisis actors then it would all come crumbling down sooner than later.

 

No, I'm kidding: I know each of these bereaved relatives 

and agreeable witnesses 

is every bit as real as Anderson Cooper. 

 

No more long, long guns,

no more spastic would-be mothers

with a strangely regular sniffing problem,

 

or perhaps a cold in late Texas May,

 

a sniffing problem 

but not from crying,

and with a strange jerky frantic demeanor

that i recognized within 7 seconds from 

my time spent in greyhound bus station environments,

obvious even before the sniffing came on

and the emphatic, seemingly scheduled railing

against those buffoonish, cowardly,

clearly hung out to dry Local Cops,

now even more clearly in need

of federalization,

no more sad mothers and fathers with eyes that if not

dedicated to avoiding those

of both the grim CNN correspondent

and the camera,

are somehow nestled behind sunglasses,

it is a new day,

with a turbid timeline,

and no coroners or gurneys in sight,

and very hasty pudding tweets 

put out by the school district and 

police admins alike,

that are then utterly revised and contradicted,

and of course,

there'll be plenty of money and 

viciously ex post facto-apparent back-stories

of Rage but No Motive,

yep plenty of cash for 

the maniac temporary employees of Wendy's

who had only recently got visited by 8 local cops

for a surely minor domestic incident

with his mama,

thousands in cash

for to help them

buy long rifles

and plenty-ammo

and ballistic clothing...

 

A change is gonna come,

Now send out the prime doddering geezer

to maunder painfully

about Carnage again,

and mumble,

and flap his frail hands 

over the land in

a plea for...what's the word?...enough!

whatever you do,

do not watch the entire unedited 

twitchy live-stream footage from the

other one in Buffalo

if you want complacent dreams 

of believable 

helter skelter

public race-war slaughter,

for it is indeed a very problematic

Movie.

and now,

as we all stampede dutifully

to the unlocked entrances,

away from all the unpredictable death

at the unitarian church, and synagogue, and the school,

hospital and post office..

but Never Simply in the street or at a god-damn mall,

unless it's a mall in Africa

owned by familiar real estate developers

who also owned crucial property 20 or so years ago in Manhattan,

and Never at the home or favorite 

dining spot of the sort of "high value targets" 

which the manifestos often seem to 

prescribe as the problem, 

as we gtfo of here

in our mindless, impressionable terror,

please consider pausing by the

virtual donation bin,

if you'd like to support a 

struggling thespian

performance artist, 

 

and here is my cashapp handle:

$natteaze

 

and here is my  Venmo: 

 

 @natteaze

 

i will be resigned but still contemptuous for cash 

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