Featured speakers at a National Organization for “Women” rally in New York got a bit hysterical:
‘Imagine a way to erase that night four years ago when you (President Bush) savagely raped every pandemic woman over and over with each vote you got, a thrust with each state you stole,’ Birnbaum said from the podium. (If something is pandemic, it affects many people or a number of countries.)
‘A smack with each bill you passed, a tear with each right you took until you left me disenfranchised with hands shackled and voice restrained. Thanks for that night, Mr. President, I can barely remember my tomorrows,’ Birnbaum said to applause.
Um, o-kay. Can I compare the Cubs’ loss in last year’s playoffs to being castrated by a bull dyke with a dull knife?
Please. I know you’re a poet, Miss Birnbaum, but your imagery is unnecessarily lurid and demeaning to women who have actually been subjected to the horror of rape. It also demonstrates that you know diddly-squat about the voting process.
Another poet, Stacey Ann Chin, declared from the podium that men have no right to tell women not to have an abortion.
Men will not decide “if I am allowed to eject something from my womb. Be it rape or error, it has always been my right, always been my body to do with as I choose,” Chin screamed to cheers.
Chin said she wants her message to be so powerful that Bush will cower in fear.
“I want to be that voice that makes George Bush so scared he hires two butch black bodyguards. I want to write the poem that the New York Times will not print because it might start some kind of black or lesbian or even a white revolution,” Chin said.
I wonder, Miss Chin, if you ever give thanks that your mother “ejected” you?
The women at this rally bear no resemblence to any woman I have ever known, not even in my days at a small, politically correct liberal arts college. Their arrogance in presuming to speak for all women is stunning.