REAL Women Rising

17 Feb 2018 - Berlin-Kreuzberg.

Thousands were called, some thousand-plus showed.  And really showed!

Between the "Anti"fa and their unwilling help, the police, many were either cowed from showing up or gave up after being turned away at so many police force preventing any direct access to our advertised starting point.

Women who'd known demos their entire adult life, of all ages, and those who'd never taken to the streets before.  Men who don't cosmetize their eyes, lips or fingernails to show "how feminist" they are.  Young and "old", women and men, youth, lots of flags of the German Federal Republic - like the one Merkel tossed away, on camera, at her 2013 election win - no "pussy-hats", just real people confronting real issues:  the macabre rise in sexual harrassment, in rapes, in armed and otherwise physical attacks, and in murder against women, against gays, and against Jews, specifically and verifiably by Merkel's invited "enrichers", her "refugees" and "asylum-seekers" (a glaring 70% of whom are neither the one nor the other, and largely criminal at that) from almost entirely Muslim cultures.

This is denied and/or relativized only by the dominating neo-Communist Leftist/Green climate, including all the conformist and brainwashed established parties at state and federal level through their policies and their propaganda, by the mainstream press and television, by the establsihed Churches (Protestant and Catholic as well as "Freikirche" Baptist congregations), by the Trade Unions, by the Jewish Community of Berlin and elsewhere and its Central Council, and of course by the paid-and-played stormtrooping useful idiots of the "Anti"fa and their terrorist "Black-Block".  Yet even some of these mentioned are reconsidering, the rest are losing their grip and for this reason escalating their violent vitriole and tactics against us.  Let it be duly and unmistakeably noted:  In a recent article appearing in the Jewish press, the columnist pointedly addresses the fact that anti-Jewish ("antisemitic") attacks in Germany statistically are anything but from "right-extremists", rather massively present on the part of imported or newly racicalized Muslims - Arabs, Africans, Turks.

Of course, it's long and well established, that "only" the "Anti"fa gets to speak out for women's rights and dignity - for neither of which these have ever accomplished anything whatsoever.  If normal citizens free of, or at least independent of, any political affiliation or ideology which isn't Communist or even merely "Left enough", gather and organize and take to the streets to make a loud and clear statement concerning women, the Left takes that rather badly, because they are mentally incapacitated by Blue Pills and other drugs, they are emotionally stuck at about age three.  And behave accordingly, in grown bodies.

There were in fact - I know of one case specifically - open knife attacks by Syrian and Afghani Guests-of-Merkel's on our persons, spontanously prevented by the police who otherwise did a miserable job of seeing to the unhindered passage of our demo.  These are the non-German speaking "enrichers" promised by Merkel and convinced by the Rainbow-loving Leftist Tolerance-Troops, that we were out to "have them all put in concentration camps or worse" in order to set them upon us with the knives they usually carry anyway - oh, not the Left or "Anti"fa themselves, mind you, they're "for world peace" (through the extermination of Germany).  The peace-loving Rainbow-RED "Anti"fa applied their usual arsenal of tactics:  whereas it's bouquets and teddy bears and all manner of convoluted excuses for Merkel-imported Muslim rapists and killers, we will be treated to having bottles and rocks thrown at us - and Hitler-salutes (likewise prohibited by German law).

 

The opening addresses - which thanks to street access being cut off we wound up missing - were eloquently delivered by two very celebrated and appreciated dissidents:  Dr. David Berger, an LGBT activist (for which community he became persona non gratis due to his tireless criticism and warnings toward them concerning Islamisation) and the Lebanese-born journalist and film-maker Imad Karim (like David Berger also under attack by the internet.censorship).  As mentioned, the organizer herself is Kurdish-born, ex-Muslim, and a Christian convert.  Also present were the British activist Tommy Robinson and Pegida's founder from Dresden, Lutz Bachmann.  All unoffically represented, likewise from the Identitarians and from the AfD (Alternative for Germany) party.

So, to keep this short:  The entire Demo and March, robustly beginning in the "heart"land of the "Anti"fa and Gutmensch-Left, namely the Kreuzberg district, and the equally robust Show of Presence before the Chance-Liary where Merkel despotically ignores her own nation, covered a period of exactly six hours in the February cold.  The March from the starting point to the said final destination was cut short for over two hours by the police who insisted that they had to first "clear the blockading "Anti"fa which were allegedly already throwing stones (as they are indeed wont to) and we could not advance forward - this turned out to be a complete lie, there had been no "blockade" which we could not have moved right through, and the police had only made a gesture by arresting and carting away a few bed-wetters from the "Che Guevera-wannabes".

Furthermore, the police had done everything they could, under the orders by the severely far-Left governing body, i.e., Senate and Police Presidium - while being "so nice" as to escort us en route to the Chancellery - to simultaneously prevent us from ever reaching that destination by a) talking some people out of even taking the trouble to go there after this (police engineered) fiasco, b) hindering their way over there via "sudden" checkpoints, c) and brute force in the case of about fifty people - middle-aged and older, and their kids accompanying them - and various other scare-and-discouragement tactics such as we'd already seen ourselves or caught wind of.

In fact, as it turns out:  whereas we'd loudly called upon the police blocking our passage on the bogus "grounds" of their "having problems" clearing the "Anti"fa, or that "counter-demonstrators" ahve the "same rights" to be there as we (a compleely unconstitutional lie, as no one has the right to actually blockade our demos, which the Left however always does whenever they can, can gets away with it), we called upon the police to get out their water cannons and do what they are known to be capable of and frankly obligated when ordered to resort to, to clear the "Anti"fa out.  Not only would they not, they blankly informed us without any qualms about it, that they would use this against us, and their rubber truncheons as well, should we have broken through as we were qutie seriously on the verge of doing.  Yours Truly and a lot of very angry women and the men among whom I counted myself, arms linked and chawin' at the bit.

I repeat:  I saw them preparing full riot gear – only not against them, but rather against us should we break through their illegal and unconstitutional farce in protecting rather than clearing the decidedly violent „Anti“fa.

I should especially note here, that in this capital, Berlin, as in Cologne or Munich or Hamburg – all neo-Communist Red-Greens dominated major cities – whenever Erdogan-loyal Turks march en masse, covering said streets in a sea of Turkish national flags (some ranging in size reaching half a city block), demonstrating an openly stated attitude of superiority over the very German population whose land they are inhabiting, and over all non-Muslims (kufar) in general – THIS is never met with anti-Turkish demonstrators (except in the case of  Kurds of course) or with any problem by the self-loathing, anti-German “Anti”fa.  The police would never think of blocking the Turks, they would have a war on their hands.

Last summer they'd tried this on us (we were a legally registered Identitarian Demo) and we all stormed then in the other direction to get around this, but it didn't come off because the police had their orders from the top to prevent us in either direction - and that day the entire demo was capped.  Fine, well and good.  But not this time.  After an angry, non-violent but women-tough stand-off with the "de-escalating" police we all headed under police escort, mind you, to the still distant Chancellery, by foot and by bus and subway - even as some were told by some police, not even to bother going because "there ain't nothing happening over there anyway"...  Well, the "ain't nothing happening" was of course another state-ordered deception to discourage the numbers from showing which showed anyway.  And with gusto.  A helicopter hovered briefly overhead, the light and sound system was shut off (as had likewise occurred in Dresden) until we got a generator going and continued to the end.  It was a very spirited last hour or more to what wound up being a productive afternoon and evening.  And the tone determined that we will return the next time to the streets of Kreuzberg and the next time and the next.  We will take back Berlin.  Germany will take back Germany.  Women will take back their dignity!

(What Merkel does in 2013 with the national flag at her third election celebration for all the world to see, gives one as stark an impression as it gets, of what she has intentionally done with Germany - and STILL people voted for her a fourth time, but 2017 was blisteringly weak, and the CDU (as likewise the SPD, the FDP, and even The Left and The Greens) had gone on to lose a significant number of its own reps, membership, and voters, to the AfD:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZEcT6OsJg4 )

Just a first taste of "how our day went", the "Anti"fa you see on the balcony (in the first of six links given below) gives you a sense of the heart of whose territory we were taking the street, they wound up blockading, as always, the entire demo with a sit-in which the police had orders from above NOT to remove although illegal and although they are there to do just that: protect us from their violence and to remove their blocking tactics.

The police, who normally on Mondays are more likely "with us" - as it turned out here, and we know this also from experience, there WAS no real "blockade" to speak of, way up front at the spearhead where I was shoulder to shoulder with the coolest elderly ladies you'd ever want to be there with - just had orders not to let our legally registered demo through. We demanded in vian, that they set their water cannons on them, or tear gas - they would have  on us, as it turns out, had we broken through.  The March was called by a fabulous Kurdish-born AfD-member and literally welcome to all, she is a gem; the "Anti"fa on the other hand, is thoroughly supported with taxpayers' funds, via the SPD, The Left, and The Greens, all of whom took part in their defamations and sit-in. We did NOT give an inch or a cm.

The police, as it so happened, were so in line with the Red-Green Berlin politics (as the Senate etc. are known) that they could not seem to get it together to clear our legitimate and rightful passage for us on the street, yet they could offer us necessary escort all the fucking way to the Chancellery – for those who footed it – in the face any possible number of "Anti"fa attacks coming from any dark street en route,. And the police were evidently already at the Chancellery waiting for us while also stopping us on the bridge just prior to the spot, to suggestively discourage still more from coming – which they couldn't, so we cleared that up in a jiffy. This manner of state-managed chicanery not only was evident to us, at times soft-pedaling and at moments quite brutishly reacting to a father and son within our demo as the police's staged passivity toward the "Anti"fa and fake-assurances to assuage us sent some into a proper rage. And Leyla Bilge, the AfD Representative in the Bundestag who first called the Demo and March, will address this very directly and forcefully during the next Bundestag order of the day.

She will address, why would the police not have cleared the considerably minimal number of "Anti"fa blocking, but instead had set up police barricades from the start, in such a manner which only helped the "Anti"fa to stuff the streets and to a shocking degree hindered oncoming Marchers, many of whom had traveled far to get here - and furthermore, why the police in fact were just standing about or walking loosely among those blockading "Anti"fa pants-wetters liek it was a picnic (in Hamburg at the G20 last summer the police were quite able to move the trash out.  With water and with tear gas.

(Some opening comments by my dear Lady who carried our humble but trusty camera):

"On the way to the venue at Hallesches Tor, two subway stations were closed, and the announcement was that the subway would not stop at the designated stations, but would pass through.
"So we got out and walked to our destination.
"Every street was blocked by the Antifa, so we had a hard time reaching the event.
"Once there, a chain of police protected us from from the attacks of Antifa.
"The worst mouth-frothing defamation on the part of Antifa accompanied our way.
"I'm sure that many people were on the way to the women's demo, but were deterred by this gauntlet, or did not even find the appointed location.
"You have to experience it yourself to really understand that we live in some kind of democracy, and we're moving straight on the road to dictatorship.
"But I am very proud of the brave women and men who supported us from all parts of Germany in Berlin."

 I'd passed out 100 of these at the Women's March, wearing my #KravMaga cap - I should have printed out at least 200, they went like hotcakes:

One other "little moment" to share form the Women's March, shown in the fifth link below:

On the one hand this was a very mixed crowd of real, normal.ticking civilians - Berliners and many who'd traveled from all over far and near to be here, alike - who were united in determination not to give any ground; and likewise lighthearted enough to while away a bit of the 2-hour+ "blockade" time, preventing us - only on the part of the orders-taking police, as it really turned out - from moving forward.

With some tunes and move-yer-booty, parodying well-known hits with rewritten lyrics.

One dear lady along with us there, told us she (as with many who've since woken up) used to be at Leftist demos, and whereas she always found them loaded with a jaded boredom and frankly not-very-nice-OR-tolerant but very clueless people, she delighted in seeing how loose and friendly, how welcoming, how human, how spot-on and REAL, we "right-wing-Nazis-and-racists" actually are.

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Six-part Take off our little camera, of the March, followed by a larger presentation ending with the actual - really excellent - talks delivered at the end, in front of the Chancellery:

1/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLNERyfKi5g&t=21s
2/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BU_OpQHjmsk&t=11s
3/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCqEQxG7Ml8&t=36s
4/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRCc8okG1Ec&t=5s
5/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wd9k7QhLCMk&t=91s
6/6:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9O2kgRiMinQ&t=46s

Eric Graziani'a Takes (part 3) of the Women's March after being finally broken off by the police and we all headed off en masse to the Chancellery which was to have been our end destination in the first place.  There the speakers, minus Dr. David Berger and Imad Karim who had already spoken at the start of the demo, delivered (again) their addresses with such strength and vigor, and received in kind.  These were, among others, Lelya Bilge herself, Christian civil-activist Heidi Mund from Frankfurt, and the day's second LGBT-spokesman, with no one mincing any words. (Oh my, we are sooo shamefully homophobic, we "Nazis"!)

https://www.facebook.com/ENiE.Berlin/videos/1011538025667573/?hc_ref=ARRnxGU4y0LJwI0Z18c24ZA1h--2-v9vA_4vKeFsWfLExUDQ4Xu_Cq2M-_jSr7Be2Gk&pnref=story


Imad Karim:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rb9NfAUMOcs

Dr. David Berger:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4mQbG77VEM


According to the hopelessly credibility-poor "Left" - that is, the ruined SPD party, the parties of The Left and The Greens (and the compromised-beyond-hope CDU/CSU), and of course the SPD/Left/Greens subsidized and participated "Anti"fa, "Interventionist-Left", and other terrorists and terrorism-supporters, I am a "Nazi". And they are correct, I am just that:

N.A.Z.I. In plain German, that's: Non-conforming To Islamisation.

Nicht
Anpassbar
Zu
Islamisierung

#MeToo Dense to See Through The Manipulation

I am looking forward, with bated breath, to this coming Saturday's (17 Feb 2018) Berlin Demo (under the hashtag, "120-decibels"), which should be massive, as it is intended to finally on this scale draw attention – on the streets, with normal women, normal men, and their children and grandchildren – to what Merkel's #OpenBorders has done to women across Berlin, Germany, EUrope.   A march beginning in the heart of the Kreuzberg district and ending at Merkel's door, the Chance-Liary as I call it.  I say it should bring a massive turnout, and there are some appreciably well-known names who will lend their presence to address this with the woman who organized the event.

 

She is Leyla Bilge, Kurdish Ex-Muslim, in the AfD Party, and a rising spokeswoman for women outside the Merkel-Box of State-propaganda. She is addressing what the Left never will, ever. And as the demo is not Leftist organized or financed or bespeaking Leftist party subsidized Thuggery, but spanning liberal and conservative norms of thinking and concern, it may not boast the numbers which the Left always brings out onto the street, but the kind of Berliners who are usually not prone to demonstrate – or "agitate" as the mainstream subsidized media will label this afterward. In fact, the "Anti"fa has already called for a "counter-demo" with open threats toward those of us attending.

The Left, the Socialists, never wanted to free anyone in their lives, they want the victims for themselves, they always want to own any movement, own the victims and be the new masters. After decades of being for that same Left, and having left it behind me since more than a decade now, and studying till as of this writing what makes them tick, I find myself hitting on one aha-moment after another.

Wherever victims speak out, the Left is there to hijack the issue. Today's most prominent example is of course the most starkly real, of real women's issues: that of actual Islamic practices under a Shari'a wich is being imported to the West through an Islamisation which the Left wants to deny while at the same time in fact promote and assist. Matters such as FGM, or "honor"-killings, or child-brides, or hijabs and burqas – to name but a few which have reached the concerned public. Add to that the factual rise in sexual assaults on German girls and women, assaults ranging from verbal and physical harrassment to rape to murder – specifically on the part of Merkel's "safe-haven-seeking refugees" in the form of a majority of single males within an average age range of 19 to 35 – often passing themselves off as "17" and getting away with it. While actually siding with the Merkel-imports and pimping German girls off on them as an open and direct matter of Leftist agenda, the Left creates a largely bogus and over-hyped #MeToo Lobby on account of mostly Hollywood movers and shakers whom they've accepted all these years and decades without a word, but when the issues there suddenly break open and the shit comes to light – the shit which everyone knew about since Hollywood existed – now ALL men are created equal-and-guilty-of-"sexism".

And, as I've repeatedly pointed out since Harvey Weinstein made headlines becoming a household word over "revelations" which were hardly that, giving the celebrity-icon class its new commercial Image 2017 using the #MeToo motto (Everyone get on this bandwagon!), I will point out once again: This is a tiny percent actually about women demanding an end to sexual harrassment and coercion, and to a far, far greater degree really about distracting from the pedophile industry ruling the public and the private arenas from Hollywood to Europe, from Canada to Australia – and of course all of Asia, Near East, Africa, by most lucrative association. This interests the "SJW-Femen" of the totalitarian Left still less than anything really addressing women's issues.

 

What happens when the real victims call a march – no pussy hats, no fake, bogus issues – but REAL ones, with REAL women in the thousands and REAL men with them, no cucks, no celebrities, no icons of the feminism-hijacking Left. I'll tell you: they absolutely flip out! Suddenly all these demonstrating are "right-wing extremists", suddenly we are all "Nazis and fascists". Because we are taking on the real issues. They can't have that, they can't pull that off themselves, so they have to undermine, tear down and force out, destroy, anything which for them is The Competition – that being, non-Left, non-Communist citizens, real flesh-and-blood men and women on the streets over an issue or bona fide concern.

There was a Monday demo in Berlin, running nearly two years – every Monday, a demonstration for peace, against war, a peaceful non-violent demonstration for peace! With thousands coming. And NO Leftists on the Agenda. NO Maoist Leninist Party of Germany (MLPD) – yeah, it really exists – no Greens-dominated, or from anyone dominated, gathering, it was pure civil initiative. It was under steady attack by the regular "Anti"fa, the parties of The Left, The Greens, the SPD. It would not only have been there still today, but enormous. Instead, it dwindeled steadily due to these undemocratic mobs and thuggery of Leftist Fascism (upon which mention any one of the latter would ask you wide-eyed what you meant by that, then roll their eyes before bashing you). No more of this Monday demo, it was driven away during this last year, because it wasn't Left. It was neither left nor right, it was against any impending war with Russia on account of Merkel's hostile positioning.  (The actually self-proclaimed "Peace Movement", the darling of the Left, was nowehre to be seen in the first place - they stayed home and let their "Anti"fa bash and bully a real, no-brand-name civil initiative such as this one.)

The Left has to always dominate, hijack, undermine, twist issues – and own the victims.

#120db is the REAL #MeToo :

https://www.facebook.com/thetommyrobinson/videos/1179709978831721/?hc_ref=ARQacx6JQ-WV2YOM9t6-zP-L4pDL3LN45uDOqmEMhY8JWEQKAJrzhKZ1hra7Dj3vxc8&pnref=story

MeToo movement "never wanted anything to do with the victims of Bill Clinton" - (It’s “disheartening” the Me Too movement "never wanted anything to do with the victims of Bill Clinton” according to a woman who claims the former President raped her.) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQpZF2trBYI

Trump "beneath the dignity" of his Office...?

So many women marching to tell us how sexist Donald is,

forgetting Bill Clinton entirely – or he never counted in this.

Wearing pink "pussies" on their heads, clowning up, exposing their supposed assets;
Madonna – who'd offered to blow any guy who'd just vote Hillary – that's a lotta head:

And this is the "voice of indignant women" now – and this is what their icons are!
But oh, Trump is “beneath their dignity“ of course, they show us how low their bar...

(And discounts for Hillary voters, Mustang Ranch told its patrons,
shows just how "politcally aware" are all those House Matrons...)

This same Madonna openly wants to blow up the White House, hardly does this surprise –
the wildest reactions I'd imagined against Obama's election never materialized,

but the riots and burning and pillaging last weekend, staged attacks on police and passersby
is par for the course for the useful idiots of the fascist "Anti"fa – T&A and gender hysteria

are their answer to Trump being "beneath their dignity" – what dignity??!
This Regressive Left has none – neither Stateside nor here in Berlin, nor in all of Germany.

Early sexualization of children from pre-school through grade – this is quite alright,
it serves their agenda, as does elite pedophilia altogether and its keeping out of sight.

The character of Hillary, the doings of her staff, the Bushes, Clintons, the open secrets,
stink to heaven with all that is by far beneath the dignity of this Office.

But Trump is "beneath their dignity", these so-called feminists who hang on Islam and Shari'a
with a very queer sort of logic, akin to defending your most deadly enemy because Trump is your pariah.

So be it then – let it be, let them draw the consequences, and Trump will go on being President;
let them burn what they want, throw rocks and molotovs, nihilistic and narcissistic and sent

there as "activists" by those for whom they are but useful idiots...and the manipulation
and media hype they will not even see through in their anti-Trump mass-turbation.

 

I Sleep With Those Homosexuals

I sleep with those homosexuals who are thrown
from roofs in Muslim societies and then stoned.
With those who are hanged from cranes in public squares
where Islam holds sway, having no humor and no place for queers.

I sleep with them every night in my thoughts, with a pain
too unbearable to make open displays of a grief driving me insane.
While Christopher Street celebrants may actually sleep with each other,
this hetero male is cherishing those lost lives like their own goddamn mother.

Khomeini was right, and Baghdadi too, their own disdain
for such is quite in keeping with Islam, keeping it pure from all stain.
That the open self-contradiction in this is a bedrock of hypocrisy,
is news to an LGBT mainstream which cannot concern itself, is just too busy.

Like the churches and synagogues, likewise busy with mass appeasement
and uncritical conformity toward "The-Religion-Of-Peace" - all  meant
to pacify and distract every normal, liberal or conservative, analytical power
gradually groomed and paralyzed through the taqiyya of "tolerance" to cower.

I sleep with those Christians - murdered, beheaded, abused and crucified,
set afire as was the Jordanian pilot (though likewise Muslim was on the wrong side).
I sleep with those children, set up by Hamas' chicanery to adulate murderous martyrs,
or to expose themselves, despite and defying warnings, to air attacks without fear.

I sleep heavy-hearted with those girls and women - arranged, sold, captured,
raped, impregnated, stoned, disfigured, beheaded, cast way - while enraptured
the multi-culti West dreams of Islamisation and open friendly dhimmitude.
Night after night I carry them into my troubled sleep, all of these, yet I am rude

for mentioning any of this, pursuing and confronting and exposing it, tireless
for all that lack of slumber, doggedly defying the dogma of political-correctness.
To be uncomfortable is the price for being awake, the choice is there for each to make.
I don't concern myself over who will listen, my Source sustains me, it's for His sake.

Stones

With a stone and some rage Cain murdered his brother.
Jesus later said to drop those stones, you're all in glass houses.
Muslims on Hajj stomp each other just to stone a "devil"
without once looking at their own, but will revel
in a frenzy to stone half-buried women -
their hearts need a Jesus as desert needs rain.
Dry, their "supremacy" - primitive their sense of "honor and shame."
Gutmenschen here called "Antifa" let stones fly
at police, at peacefully walking demonstrators - no one asks why
they're not taken to task for their aggression -
violence is excused in them as some "youthful expression,"
proving itself entirely useful to the repression
being exercised by a self-serving narcissitic elite unquestioned,
upon the demonized Movement of rising opposition.
A Left-fascism left over from the stoned '68ers
is murdering this nation as best as it can and is able.
Stone cold, their vengeance raging, these humanist-wannabes.
Love has no place in their vocabulary.

Their Lowest Common Denominator

Two things could be said to differentiate Salafist and other strains of traditionalist/fundamentalist Islam, the Catholic priests of notoriety, and the Ultra-Orthodox/Haredi/Hassidic "Jewish" Community, commonly, on the one hand – and the entire political class of EU-parliamentary (and across-the-board from Brussels to Berlin to Vienna) Left, Green, and SPD (formerly Social Democrats, I don't know WTF they are today, all sell-outs) Parties, commonly, on the other hand:

So what differentiates the two would be this, that the former grouping promotes and upholds an agenda of patriarchical, archaic family structures somehow binding family values with cranking out large litters of kids, and leaving responsibility to chance, or out of it altogether. The latter grouping in today's above-mentioned career politics exerts all its influence in destroying family values and structures altogether, period.

Now what the two groupings have in common, I mean beside a culture of aggressive dogma, a knack for guilt manipulation, twisted projections on feminism/sexuality and women – and a pathological lack of responsibility or empathy matched only by their colossal arrogance and hypocritical piety – is this: After all is said, by far their lowest common denominator, or shared trait, is that both groupings are loaded to the gills with practicing pedophiles and their enablers, protectors and camouflagers – all acting with impunity. Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

But they are being exposed, it is all finally, if gradually, dawning – the worm is turning. And so will a new leaf. But not without serious upheaval.

All Women Are Created Equal

I long for a bygone Feminism without the ism which all morphed into the creature we have today

- which does not even bear addressing here -

I long for a Voice among Women and the Men who stand with them,

to expose and confront the mentality

in the still perpetrator-friendly and victim-hostile public mind

that when school girls, teenagers and young women

are being stalked, accosted, baited, lured, groomed

for a thoroughly primitive and brutal sex industry,

mistreated and beaten, repeatedly raped and forced into a hostage-slavery,

whether by networking pedophiles anywhere

or gangs of Pakistani Muslims in Rotherham or Boko Haram in Nigeria

- anywhere, everywhere: that when these are being spoken of, reported in the press, tsk-tsk'd as being unfairly "treated like whores or sluts"

(for their appearance or because they're often "poor white trash" etc.)

- I want it to go on record, if only this once, right here and on my board,

because I am really fed up over this central point and feel ready

to go out and take no prisoners:

NO "WHORE" AND NO "SLUT" (BY WHATEVER REASON SO REFERRED TO AND WITHOUT EXCEPTION ) "DESERVES" AS IT WERE, ON THIS BASIS, TO EVER EVER EVER BE VICTIM TO PREDATORS AND LOATHED AND LEFT OUT TO HANG BY AN EITHER INDIFFERENT PUBLIC AND ITS INSTITUTIONS OR BY A VERY OLD AND DEEPLY EMBEDDED CONTEMPT TOWARD THE FEMALE GENDER OR TOWARD CHILDREN AS FAIR GAME.
Moreover: whores are human beings, sluts are human beings,
and the one thing I view which decides for me between
human and sub-human (not dissing the animal kingdom!)
is empathy or the absence of it, in whatever sphere we are speaking of.

I wish to see an end to a twisted old prudery toward sexuality,

and to a predator industry so way out of bounds
as counterweight to the latter,

I wish to see every single female from infancy to ripe old maturity,

honored as the Embodiment of Woman, regardless or rather inclusive of,

however she fits into that embodiment;

I wish to see all women as women treated first of all and foremost,

with the dignity of Being Woman.

I know wherof I speak, and it is a fierce love for that Woman.

Being Human

 (According to a report ... the Prophet ... said: “The Day of Judgement will not begin until the Muslims fight the Jews and kill them. A Jew will hide behind a rock or a tree, and the rock or tree will say, ‘O Muslim, O slave of Allah! There is a Jew behind me, come and kill him!’ – except for the gharqad (box thorn), for it is one of the trees of the Jews.”)
(Compare with quite another Message:  "...And he answered and said unto them, I tell you that, if these (singing 'Hosannah') should hold their piece, the stones would immediately cry out."  Lk. 19:40)

If this Jew be an ape, then let me be an Orangutan,

as they are closer to being Human than what we see

passing for God's-own-choice in the form of Islam,

slaughtering and dominating, planning a reach from sea to sea!

Or let me be Hanuman, with Ram's Name in my mouth,

swinging through the demon stronghold, tail afire and with mace

in hand, serving my Lord and the soul of Woman, His Spouse –

striking dead the demon grip which tightens on the Human race!

If this Christian be a pig, then let us all be swine,

for this beloved creature is from God and intelligent –

the blood of innocents let Islam drink, we have another wine,

and far better – bonding us in Love, since the First Advent!

If women be low then let me be low, and if gays be forbidden

let me be that with them; if a single animal's slandered then I;

if "behind every rock or tree a sought Jew be hidden"

I'll remember that “every rock and stone praises God“ and cry

Loudly to the winds that it be carried to all corners:

"Wake up wake up!" find your Divine and praise that,

stand for what is yours, in your own land you're the foreigner;

resist – or else lose your multi-culture – through Islamic fiat.

These loathing all Nature, let them feel the Lion rising in me all the more,

in tireless resistance toward their intentions to crush and dominate

our very souls – not only culture and politic – I will Singh and I will roar,

stand firm in conscious Faith and leave nothing to uncertain fate.

There Is Not A Day Goes By

There is not a day goes by, nor a night, that the thought of my heart
is not immersed in Prayer and Presence, in concentrated lovingkindness
toward and embracing and enveloping and for the deliverence and healing:
of all victims of perpetrators and predators, of victims who later could
themselves become perpetrators, and of victims who remain victims.

Not a moment actually goes by without my holding close to my breast

in prayer and in yearning, those daughters in Nigeria

who are my own concern, and women and gays and Christians and children
throughout the abetted and vetted cultures of tyranny and violence, who are
either persecuted, terrorized, tortured, murdered or "executed" -
while Islam may have no monopoly on such outrages,

it certainly has a corner on that market.

Children who are mistreated and abused systematically, kidnapped,
sold for sex in a most unkind cult and culture of pädophilia, more widespread
and abetted than one cares to imagine - networked, as with satanic covens

(which one dare not mention);

these occupy indeed my politically powerless days of which there is not one

to which I don't dedicate hours to Prayer and Presence.
Where in Scripture is spoken of "not merely persons but

powers and principalities,"

we can speak today of lobbies, networks and tyrannies, systems of
overweening presence and power and designs on absolute control.

Therefore:  Prayer and Presence, the presence of real light,
and the prayer of faith - to fight for the light against the night, with
faith in the face of all daunting odds, of power which is of the world, of

indifference and of decadence, of sloth of heart.

Of all the tea-candles I burn in a week, the one constant is the
six-day oil candle which burns and is replaced, that this flame is
never extinguished, but burns 24/7, burns undeterred for those
who belong to ourselves, those whom we want to see free.

So for the hundreth time I am invited any reading this,

to join me in the following:

http://samuelinayatchisti.blogspot.de/2012/01/candle-for-farthing.html

Body, Psyche, Sexuality

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I've massaged for some 40 years now. It developed ad hoc without schooling, over time, on inspiration and inner movement. I developed a style which made limbs and backs and psyches feel great, I removed headaches in a few minutes, I began with feet and stuck primarily with that for two years, washing and massaging feet of every kind of person, friend or detractor, acquaintance or stranger (and some were pretty strange), in rooms or on the street or in parks, as an act of private discipline and devotion toward my ideal. Foot-reflexological developed of its own and became a specialty – the reflex book or two I much later consulted or owned mostly served to confirm what I had already intuitively learned through doing. And I'm still at it.

 Massage is body work – nothing and no age-process or ill-health either disturbs or disgusts me. I love the body as I love my own. I found through massage that this was always effortless for me, it could not tire me out, as I felt coordinated with the other body (my back is your back is my back, so I automatically know what to do) - I always received energy in the giving, and the person felt great and I felt wonderful. And I'm still at it.

I have massaged men and women, children and adults, of all ages, body types and conditions – gorgeous and hot, ugly and plain, all are beautiful to me, all. In nursing school here in Berlin I did a 6 or 7 week practical stint on maternity – as a bonus I gave pressure-relaxation treatments (Beruhigungsbehandlung) particularly designed for women on maternity but good for anyone, and it was a huge hit, non-stop; this little number I did pick up from someone, an alternative fellow-traveler among my nursing faculty. And I'm still at it.

I have massaged men, gay and hetero, and with the gays all went well (sometimes amusing because of their expectations or because of my own residue of clichés) and even if they had wishes I could not fulfill as a hetero I certainly had no qualms about massaging them, as comfortably as with any other person on earth. And nothing has changed.

Now when I massage – anyone, but let's take women as I am going in this direction in this writing anyway – I see through the massaging itself, only a woman's beauty. There was a grade school teacher, 40ish, unattached with no sexlife (or none currently) and with horrible lifelong acne on her face, she was a client of mine for awhile many years ago. Nice bod, but that acne! When I massaged her she became beautiful. First was my imagination, then the transfer of this recognition into her – not visualisation because I was just recognising her as she was – through the touch, and she'd relax in herself, knowing through my hands that she was loved and even possibly desirable as a woman. No words about, no talk, all conveyed through the massage. She asked me once after many sessions, how I would view her from the standpoint of looks. First what went through my head was, “shit now what – think fast and be authentic but accurate!“ Then I spoke from the heart and knew the higher mind was speaking: I heard myself telling her, when I look at her face I see the beauty behind the exterior. She got it and was moved, soothed, relieved, satisfied. And it was true: hearing my own words I got it: that you don't lie about the acne, you don't give it center place either – you move beyond that and talk real. People will know it, they're not stupid.

So I see the beauty, massage the beauty, the beauty is awakened through this, and in the relaxation of self-loathing, the beauty takes place and is there, it wells up from within and rounds the body again or it descends from its banishment back into the body like spirit and finds it place there where it belongs. No shit. I really really do love bodies and I really really do love women. And no bodily function or happening or excretion scares me or inhibits me or disgusts me. That said, I have no fetish-perversions nor entertain any, so I won't even go there.

Beauty is not in the barbie-look, an exterior, culture-dictated babe-look isn't beauty, it's an empty shoe box. Can't dance. Beauty has so many dimensions, and one dimension which itself is multi-dimensional is the erotic component. I have known this intimately in women who never would have turned a head by ordinary standards – I have my own and stick to that - but I sensed it with a nose for the erotic I could only wish every other guy.

Over the years the massage has also developed its erotic component, I gave this full expression after many years not having done so. And the results have far more often been far more rewarding for both, than the occasional hit-and-miss. I have had many lovers from many walks of life, and many ages, older and younger than I. Some in their eighties. Very rewarding, and I do mean mutually. Each a Sam-Story of its own.

There are - or have been, over my 25 years in this town, bordellos where I was a most welcome semi-regular, where I arrived to massage and we took it all out in trade, where I gave instruction in the “Tibetan 5 Rites of Rejuvination,“ where I was the only male I ever saw being granted the neighbor-status as I call it, of being welcome to hang out at the kitchen table of certain said bordellos and yack with the ladies, proprietess included, whether there was necessarily bed-business or not sometimes.

My eye for erotic is a wide-lens camera: I never compare two women ever, and I never judge – I not only accept “flaws,“ I cherish them, that's sometimes where the erotic component even is, which is why so many guys miss it – it requires a mature eye which most altogether lack because they've bought into the bland dick-tates of cultural status quo and commercial marketing. I rejoice in bodily hair wherever it is, au naturelle, and if a woman is herself more cmofortable without, that's alright. There is not a bodily orifice on a woman I avoid, either in massage or in tongue-play or cock-ulation, not a single one. Firmly but gently, with timing everything is possible – and passionately in-joyed. Nature has given us so and so many digits and so and so many orifices, who needs toys – or to borrow from Monty Python, acoutrements. I love mouths, lips, breasts, nipples, vaginas, butts, anuses, thighs, I absolutely relish armpits, I tend away from too-slender twd. a robuster fleshy, a healthy amount of it, I don't consider any woman “overweight“ until she acutally is. I'm not telling this to be vulgar, it's just a matter of fact and openness, I don't intend to get graphic here. To recall from an earlier passage:

…The wild erotic energy radiating from its female form is full-fleshed, generously-haired, musky and mature, and not without subtlety.
By full-fleshed is merely meant, that the entire span of her corporeal body communicates a hearty welcome to life-radiance at the erotic level.
By generously-haired is meant, she is not bound to male dictates of artificial beauty.
By musky and mature are meant, her own-scented fragrance and earthy experience are her jewels and likewise independent of controlling-male notions toward hygienically sterile bodies robbed of their history and wild heritage.
By subtle is meant, even if the personality were somewhat crude or asleep, the energy is certainly awake, and for those who will encounter and acknowledge it with an attitude of respect and meet it with the proper degree of energy, it is as benevolent as it is wild. …

 

And now I'll finally cut to the chase. An American woman looked me up while here on business, end of summer '94 Berlin, she got a full, good massage. She was by all accounts, in her sweats and bike and glasses, “not a looker,“ yet when she'd disrobed and received the massage, not only was I storngly aroused by her splendid erotic beauty, I felt it in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Still I exercised caution. She was leaving town that day to do a 6-week stint in the new-East Europe as she was with a major news network based in Atlanta, I won't name names though. We hugged and agreed on a massage when she swings back through. I left a message on her recorder explaining my impressions, offering the full monty if she should so wish, and if not then the best massage and we'd leave it at that. On returning she told me she'd played my message back six times, so she got a massage and we spent one long splendifulous night together, followed by a very very hot correspondence until gentle and loving closure – remember, there was no internet back then, you licked stamps with that same tongue you...never mind.

Now here's the kicker: As good as my hunches are, this one went right under my radar. We went up to her borrowed flat that second encounter, and we kissed. I noticed she was a bit unhandy and it didn't matter, it was endearing. When she told me she'd been out of practice for a long time, I only figured she meant at all, but she meant with men – then she explained she's lesbian and in a relationship with her partner back home going on 15 years. I laughed so hard from the belly, I had to explain that the laugh was on me, one because that had not even occurred to me although it ought to have, and two because I could now really be the proverbial “lesbian in a male body.“ She had been harboring a growing need for the whole past year to feel a man in her again. We not only loved and in-joyed one another deeply, erotically, passionately. She said this had healed a wound in her she'd carried since age 16 – I understood immediately without any elaborations. A lot of women could relate. I later encouraged her to remain as lesbian as she wants, whatever came of her partnership, but that she also could know herself now as bi-sexual, and that this was also wonderful. What matters is only to know and to cop to it. I've met lots of lesbians in dail life and the ones I've always really appreciated are the butch-cut ladies who are so fucking cool and mature (usually over a certain age) and self-confident and male-friendly-while-needing-none.

So there it is. By the way, before I clothes – sorry, close – anybody know the one about the old wrangler sitting in a bar having his beer, and an attractive woman takes the stool next to him, has her drink in hand and asks him sort of off the cuff, “So, are you a real cowboy?“ To which he replies, wrangler-like, “Well, I get up mornings early, go out to the horses, tend to them, drive cattle out, brand calves, repair fences, pick up feed and supplies from town,“ etc. etc. - “...yeah, I guess you could say I'm a real cowboy.“ She replies, “Well I'm a lesbian. When I get up mornings I think about women, when I shower and have breakfast I think about women, when I go to work and go through my day I think about women, when I come home and watch TV or read or have dinner I think about women, right up until I go to sleep, I just think about women women women.“ Then she sets down her drink and they part witha mutual nod. He sits there and stares forward, until a nice frinedly middle-aged couple from out of town join him at the bar. “Saayy, are you a real cowboy?“ the husband inquires. The cowboy takes another swallow and considers for a moment, replying reflectively, “Well, up to now I thought I was, but now I reckon I'm a lesbian.“

Much of my poetry reflects what I've written here:

You there, with that nose of yours,
that longish, elegantly erotic nose you hate;
you with your 'not quite symmetrical' face, don't you know:
that very jawline which shames you delights me?
Quit feeling 'fat' - define your standard, who told you that?
Stop chasing warts, leave them;
if your body-tatoos can be so alluring, why can't a mole?
Are your breasts still 'inadequate' - or overmuch . . . but
look at your thighs, what form they give you!
Think of Aphrodite, not Claudia or Naomi!  Erotic, not neurotic!
Go neither obese, nor half-starved to please; shave nothing, smell enticing!
Stop cursing your buttocks, think classic, not anorexic!
Breathe in your own inner aroma, let it wend its way in and out unimpeded,
brightening your woman-face, your sensual sensuous body, restoring health -
or haven't you suffered enough sickness over false self-image?
When you speak against your own beauty, when you deny it,
you speak against me, you deny me - for I,
I am full of your beauty, and cannot get enough of it.

Come-Union, or: On Be-Coming

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Tongue and lingam should work together,

tongue must lead and lingam follow, always in tandem,

attaining a rhythm most naturally arrived at and held

through wakeful concentration and passion of interest.

And age is no matter, let us

dispense with that right now;

where erotic knowledge is concerned

youth and advanced experience meet well.

And a wizard or crone might bring

more energy and maturity to bear,

having long struck down the conditioned inhibition,

and unlocked beauty overlooked by puerile dictates.

Tongue and lingam should work together;

tongue and lips, stroking and caressing,

flattering, fluttering, probing, preparing,

arousing moisture and goose bumps, bringing flavor.

Entering all the same places, received with wild care,

creative passion always considering you, beloved,

where timing and spontaneity are taken to an art

through intuition or matured instinct.

Tongue tip on tongue, on lips, on neck and throat,

tongue washing armpits, over bitten shoulders,

teasing raised nipples with crazy circling,

tongue over belly, navel, thighs and clit.

Yoni and mouth yielding to swooning but untiring kiss

as tongue sweeps and caresses without care,

the taste of you and your luxurient hair,

your perspiration mingled with rose oil and juices.

Small of back massaged with hand and with tongue,

so the buttocks, kneaded; so also between, where cleft and anus

are stimulated in a manner known since ages

and still indescribable.

Coming in your mouth, lingam gliding over your tongue,

I feel myself entering your very bloodstream,

charging every cell in your entire body.

That is just one variation of course.

Gliding lingam on your neck, over your armpits,

between your breasts, against your nipples, across your belly,

along your thighs – and coming anywhere there,

is well spent . . . but spent.

Coming in your yoni via whichever of so many positions,

your gratification is central to my interest,

for by abandoning the central interest in mine,

my own climax is assured merely by being in you, serving yours.

But for all that, I find coming in your ass to be

the gratification par excellence for both,

bringing forth unimagined fruit, once discovered

never to be forgotten nor forsaken.

I will tell you why I know this.

Deep as the yoni well is, there is something

primally deeper still, in a different and healing way,

about entering that ass gradually with lingam.

The ass is charged with a negative and a postitive

association both, a crossing of pleasure and pain,

reward and punishment, expectation and relief,

tension and gratification, erotic and banal.

Negatively seen, the brutality of a sadist finds

in this the very place to ravage and humiliate,

to abuse and fuck to death your very soul

in that place of your most basic security.

Positively seen, lovingly and consentually entered,

there is deeply erotic, healing, validating union

in a place so deep in the psyche as to defy words.

And to come there in love, respect, appreciation, is ecstasy.

http://titsandsass.com/the-erasure-of-maya-angelou/