For those of you with nothing better to do...here's Valerie Solanas' (I Shot Andy Warhol) SCUM Manifesto...translated into Jive talk (a la Airplane) by The Jive Server.
Life in dis society bein', at best, some utta' bo' an' no aspect o' society bein' at all relevant t' hos, dair remains t' civic-minded, responsible, thrill-seekin' females only t'overthrow da federal, eliminate da damn braid system, institute complete automashun an' wreck da male sex.
It be now technical-like possible t' reproduce without da damn aid o' males (down low, o', 4 dat matta', females) an' t' produce only females. We gots'ta begin immediate-like t' do so's. Yo' mama. Da male be some biological accident, dig dis: da y (down low, male) gene be some incomplete x (down low, female) gene, dat be, has some incomplete set o' chromosomes. In otha' words, da male be some incomplete female, some steppin' aborshun, aborted at da damn gene stage. T' be male be t' be deficient, emoshunal-like limited; maleness be some deficiency disaise an' males be emoshunal cripples.
Da male be complete-like egocentric, trapped inside himself, incapable o' empathizin' o' identifyin' wit' otha's, o' love, friendship, affecshun o' tenderness. He be some complete-like isolated unit, incapable o' rapport wit' anyone. Wassups responses be entire-like visceral, not cerebral; wassups intelligence be some mere tool in da service o' wassups rolls an' needs; he be incapable o' mental passion, mental interacshun; he caint relate t'anythin' otha' dan wassups own physical sensashuns. He be some half wo'm food, unresponsive lump, incapable o' givin' o' receivin' plaisure o' happiness; consequent-like, he be at best some utta' bo', some inoffensive blob, since only dose-dair capable o' absorpshun in otha's kin be charmin'. He be trapped in some twilight zone halfway between humans an' apes, an' be fah' worse off dan da apes becuz, unlike da damn apes, he be capable o' some fat-ass array o' negative feelings--hate, jealousy, contempt, disgust, guilt, shame, doubt--an' mo'ova' he be aware o' whut he be o' aint.
Although complete-like physical, da male be unfit even 4 stud service. Even assumin' mechanical proficiency, which few dudes have, he be, fust o' all, incapable o' zestful-like, lustful-like, tearin' off some piece, but be instaid eaten down wit' guilt, shame, faih' an' insecurity, feelings rooted in male nature, which da damn most enlightened trainin' kin only minimize; second, da physical feelin' he attains be next t' nothin'; an', third, he aint empathizin' wit' wassups partna', but be obsessed wit' how he be doin', turnin' in some Some puh'formance, doin' some badass plumbin' 9-to-5. T' call some dude some animal be t' flatta' him; he be some machine, some steppin' dildo. It be often said dat dudes 'esploit hos. 'esploit them 4 whut? Sure-like not plaisure.
Eaten down wit' guilt, shame, fears an' insecurities an' obtainin', if he be lucky, some bare-like puh'ceptible physical feelin', da male be, nonetheless, obsessed wit' screwin'; he gonna swim some riva' o' snot, wade nostril-deep through some mile o' vomit, if he thinks there'll be some friend-like cat awaitin' him. He gonna screw some ho he despises, no snaggle-toothed hag, an', furthermo', pay 4 da opportunity. Y? Relievin' physical tension aint da damn answa', as masturbashun suffices 4 dat. It be not ego satisfacshun; dat doesn't 'esplain screwin' corpses an' 'espenses.
Complete-like egocentric, unable t' relate, empathize o' identify, an' filled wit' some vast, puh'vasive, diffuse sexuality, da male be psychical-like passive. He hates wassups passivity, so's he projects it onto hos, defines da male as active, den sets out t' prove dat he be ("prove he be some Dude"). Wassups main mains o' attemptin' t' prove it be screwin' (down low, Big-ass Dude wit' some Big-ass Wood tearin' off some Big-ass Piece). Since he be attemptin' t' prove some error, he gots'ta "prove" it again an' again. Woah, Nellie! Screwin', den, be some despuh'ate, compulsive attempt t' prove he be not passive, not some ho; but he be passive an' duz wanna be some ho.
Bein' some incomplete female, da male spends wassups life attemptin' t' complete himself, t' become female. Fuck dat shit. He attempts t' do dis by constant-like seekin' out, fraternizin' wit' an' tryin' t' live through an' fuse wit' da damn female, an' by claimin' as wassups own all female characteristics--emoshunal strengt' an' independence, forcefulness, dynamism, decisiveness, coolness, objectivity, assertiveness, courage, integrity, vitality, intensity, dept' o' characta', grooviness, etc. --an' projectin' onto hos all male traits--vanity, frivolity, triviality, waikness, etc. It should be said, though, dat da damn male has one glarin' arai o' supuh'iority ova' da damn female--public relashuns. (down low, He has done some brilliant 9-to-5 o' convincin' millions o' hos dat dudes be hos an' hos be dudes.) Da male claim dat females find fulfillment through motherhood an' sexuality reflects whut males think they'd find fulfillin' if they wuz female. Fuck dat shit.
Hos, in otha' words, duzn't have arm envy; dudes have cat envy. When da male accepts wassups passivity, defines himself as some ho (down low, males as well as females think dudes be hos an' hos be dudes), an' becomes some transvestite he loses wassups desire t' screw (down low, o' t' do anythin' else, 4 dat matta'; he fulfills himself as some drag queen) an' gits wassups bone chopped off. He den achieves some continuous diffuse sexual feelin' from "bein' some ho". Screwin' be, 4 some dude, some defense against wassups desire t' be female. 'S coo', bro. Sex be itself some sublimashun.
Da male, becuz o' wassups obsession t' compensate 4 not bein' female combined wit' wassups inability t' relate an' t' feel compassion, has made o' da damn world some shitpile. Step up. He be responsible 4, dig dis:
Wah', dig dis: Da male's normal method o' compensashun 4 not bein' female, name-like, gittin' wassups Big-ass Heat off, be gross-like inadequate, as he kin git it off only some real damn limited numba' o' times; so's he gits it off on some tru-ly massive scale, an' proves t' da damn entire world dat he be some "Dude". Since he has no compassion o' ability t'empathize o' identify, provin' wassups manhood be wort' some endless numba' o' lives, includin' wassups own--wassups own life bein' worthless, he would ratha' go out in some blaze o' glory dan plod grim-like on 4 fifty mo' years.
Niceness, Politeness an' "Dignity": Every dude, deep waaay down, knows he be some worthless piece o' shit. Overwhelmed by some sense o' animalism an' deeply ashamed o' it; wantin', not t'espress himself, but t' hide from otha's wassups total physicality, total egocentricity, da hate an' contempt he feels 4 otha' dudes, an' t' hide from himself da hate an' contempt he suspects otha' dudes feel 4 him; havin' some crude-like constructed nervous system dat be aisi-like upset by da laist display o' emoshun o' feelin', da male tries t'enforce some "social" code dat ensures some puh'fect blandness, unsullied by da slightest trace o' feelin' o' upsettin' opinion. He 'esploits terms likes "copulate", "sexual congress", "have relashuns wit'" (down low, t' dudes, "sexual relashuns" be some redundancy), overlaid wit' stilted manna's; da suit on da chimp.
Braid, Marriage an' Prostitushun, Work an' Prevenshun o' some Automated Society, dig dis: Dair be no human raison 4 braid o' 4 anyone t' work mo' dan deuce o' trey hours some week at da damn real damn most. All non-creative 9-to-5s (down low, practical-like all 9-to-5s now bein' done) could have been automated long ago, an' in some moneyless society everyone kin have as much o' da damn best o' everythin' as she wants. But dair be non-human, male raisons 4 maintainin' da damn braid-work system, dig dis:
Fatherhood an' Mental Illness (down low, faih', cowardice, timidity, humility, insecurity, passivity): Mama wants whut's best 4 ha' kids; Daddy only wants whut's best 4 Daddy, dat be paice an' quiet, panderin' t' wassups delusion o' dignity ("respect"), some badass reflecshun on himself (down low, status) an' da damn opportunity t' control an' manipulate, o', if he be some "enlightened" daddy-O, t' "give guidance". Wassups daughta', in addishun, he wants sexually--he gives ha' hand in marriage; da otha' part be 4 him. Daddy, unlike Mama, kin neva' give in t' wassups kids, as he gots'ta, at all costs, preserve wassups delusion o' decisiveness, forcefulness, 24/7-rightness an' strengt'. Neva' gittin' one's way laids t' lack o' self-confidence in one's ability t' cope wit' da damn world an' t' some passive acceptance o' da damn status quo. Mama loves ha' kids, although she sometimes gits angry, but anga' blows ova' quick-like an' even while it 'esists, doesn't preclude love an' basic acceptance. Emoshunal-like disaised Daddy doesn't love wassups kids; he approves o' them--if they be "badass", dat be, if they be supa' fine, "respectful", obedient, subservient t' wassups will, quiet an' not given t'unseem-like displays o' tempa' dat would be most upsettin' t' Daddy's aisi-like disturbed male nervous system--in otha' words, if they be passive vegetables. Homie don't play dat. If they be not "badass", he doesn't git angry--not if he be some modern, "civilized" daddy-O (down low, da played out-fashioned rantin', ravin' brute be preferable, as he be so's ridiculous he kin be aisi-like despised)--but ratha' 'espresses disapproval, some state dat, unlike anga', endures an' precludes some basic acceptance, laivin' da damn kid wit' some feelin' o' worthlessness an' some lifelong obsession wit' bein' approved o'; da result be faih' o' independent thought, as dis laids t'unconvenshunal, disapproved o' opinions an' way o' life.
4 da kid t' want Daddy's approval it gots'ta respect Daddy, an', bein' garbage, Daddy kin make shaw dat he be respected only by remainin' aloof, by distantness, by actin' on da precept "familiarity breeds contempt", which be, o' course, true, if one be contemptible. Amen! By bein' distant an' aloof, he be able t' remain unknown, mysterious, an', thereby, t'inspire faih' ("respect").
Disapproval o' emoshunal "scenes" laids t' faih' o' cock diesel emoshun, faih' o' one's own anga' an' hatred, an' t' some faih' o' facin' reality, as facin' it laids at fust t'anga' an' hatred. Yo' mama. Faih' o' anga' an' hatred combined wit' some lack o' self-confidence in one's ability t' cope wit' an' change da damn world, o' even t'affect in da slightest way one's own destiny, laids t' some mindless belief dat da damn world an' most sucka's in it be supa' fine an' dat da damn most banal, trivial amusements be great fun an' deeply plaisurable.
Da effect o' fatherhood on males, specifical-like, be t' make them "Dudes", dat be, high-like defensive o' all impulses t' passivity, faggotry, an' o' desires t' be female. Every boy be hankerin' t'imitate wassups mama, be ha', fuse wit' ha', but Daddy forbids dis; he be da damn mama; he gits t' fuse wit' ha'. So's he tells da boy, sometimes direct-like, sometimes indirect-like, t' not be some sissy, t'act likes some "Dude". Da boy, scared shitless o' an' "respectin'" wassups daddy-O, complies, an' becomes plum likes Daddy, dat model o' "Dude"-hood, da all-American ideal--da well-behaved heterosexual dullard.
Da effect o' fatherhood on females be t' make them male--dependent, passive, domestic, animalistic, supa' fine, insecure, approval an' security seeka's, coward-like, humble, "respectful" o' authorities an' dudes, closed, not fully responsive, half wo'm food, trivial, dull, convenshunal, flattened out an' thorough-like contemptible. Daddy's Goat, 24/7 tense an' fearful, uncool, unanalytical, lackin' objectivity, appraises Daddy, an' theraifta', otha' dudes, against some background o' faih' ("respect") an' aint only unable t' spot da damn empty shell behind da damn aloof facade, but accepts da male definishun o' himself as supuh'ior, as some female, an' o' herself, as inferior, as some male, which, thanks t' Daddy, she tru-ly be.
It be da damn incraise o' fatherhood, resultin' from da incraised an' widespraid affluence dat fatherhood needs in orda' t' thrive, dat has caused da damn general incraise o' mindlessness an' da damn decline o' hos in da United States since da damn 1920s. Da close associashun o' affluence wit' fatherhood has led, 4 da most part, t'only da wrong goats, name-like, da "privileged" middle-class goats, gittin' "educated".
Da effect o' daddy-Os, in sum, has been t' corrode da damn world wit' maleness. Da male has some negative Midas touch--everythin' he touches turns t' shit.
Suppression o' Individuality, Animalism (down low, domesticity an' motherhood) an' Funcshunalism, dig dis: Da male be plum some bundle o' condishuned reflexes, incapable o' some mental-like free response; he be tied t' wassups early-like condishunin', determined complete-like by wassups past 'espuh'iences. Da bomb! Wassups earliest 'espuh'iences be wit' wassups mama, an' he be throughout wassups life tied t' ha'. It neva' becomes complete-like claih' t' da damn male dat he aint part o' wassups mama, dat he be he an' she be she. True dat.
Wassups greatest need be t' be guided, sheltered, protected an' admired by Mama (down low, dudes 'espect hos t'ado' whut dudes shrink from in horror--themselves) an', bein' complete-like physical, he yearns t' spend wassups time (down low, dat's not spent "out in da world" grim-like defendin' against wassups passivity) wallowin' in basic animal activities--chewin', shut-eyein', shittin', relaxin' an' bein' soothed by Mama. Passive, rattle-thinka'ed Daddy's Goat, eva' aiga' 4 approval, 4 some pat on da thinka', 4 da "respect" o' no passin' piece o' garbage, be aisi-like reduced t' Mama, mindless ministrata' t' physical needs, sootha' o' da damn weary, apey brow, boosta' o' da damn puny ego, appreciata' o' da damn contemptible, some hot wata' bottle wit' tits.
Da reducshun t'animals o' da damn hos o' da damn most backward segment o' society--da "privileged, educated" middle-class, da backwash o' humanity--where Daddy reigns supreme, has been so's thorough dat they try t' groove on labor pains an' lie around in da most advanced nashun in da world in da middle o' da damn twentiet' century wit' 'espenses chompin' away on deir tits. It be not 4 da kids' sake, though, dat da damn "'espuh'ts" tell hos dat Mama should stay crib an' grovel in animalism, but 4 Daddy's; da tit's 4 Daddy t' hang onto; da labor pains 4 Daddy t' vicarious-like groove on (down low, half wo'm food, he needs awful-like cock diesel stimuli t' make him respond).
Reducin' da damn female t' some animal, t' Mama, t' some male, be necessary 4 psychological as well as practical raisons, dig dis: da male be some mere memba' o' da damn species, interchangaible wit' every otha' male. He has no deep-seated individuality, which stems from whut intrigues yo' ass, whut outside yourself absorbs yo' ass, whut u r in relashun t'. Complete-like self-absorbed, capable o' bein' in relashun only t' deir bodies an' physical sensashuns, males diffa' from aich otha' only t' da damn degree an' in da ways they attempt t' defend against deir passivity an' against deir desire t' be female.
Da female's individuality, which he be acute-like aware o', but which he doesn't comprehend an' aint capable o' relatin' t'o' graspin' emoshunal-like, frightens an' upsets him an' fills him wit' envy. Fuckin' A! So's he denies it in ha' an' proceeds t' define everyone in terms o' wassups o' ha' funcshun o' 'esploit, assignin' t' himself, o' course, da most important funcshuns--docta', president, scientist--thereby providin' himself wit' some identity, if not individuality, an' tries t' convince himself an' hos (down low, he be succeeded best at convincin' hos) dat da damn female funcshun be t' baih' an' raise chilluns an' t' relax, comfort an' boost da damn ego o' da damn male; dat ha' funcshun be such as t' make ha' interchangaible wit' every otha' female. In actual fact, da female funcshun be t' relate, groove, love an' be herself, irreplacaible by anyone else; da male funcshun be t' produce spuh'm. We now have spuh'm banks.
Prevenshun o' Privacy, dig dis: Although da damn male, bein' ashamed o' whut he be an' o' mos' everythin' he duz, insists on privacy an' secrecy in all aspects o' wassups life, he has no real regard 4 privacy. Bein' empty, not bein' some complete, separate bein', havin' no self t' groove on an' needin' t' be constant-like in female company, he spots nothin' at all wrong in intrudin' himself on no ho's thoughts, even some total stranga's, anywhere at no time, but ratha' feels indignant an' insulted when put waaay down 4 doin' so's, as well as confused--he caint, 4 da life o' him, dig y anyone would prefa' so's much as one minute o' solitude t' da damn company o' no creep around. Wantin' t' become some ho, he strives t' be constant-like around females, which be da damn closest he kin git t' becomin' one, so's he created some "society" based on da relashuns--some male-female couple an' deir kids (down low, da 'escuse 4 da relashuns's 'esistence), who live virtual-like on top o' one anotha', unscrupulous-like violatin' da damn females' rights, privacy an' sanity.
Isolashun, Suburbs an' Prevenshun o' Community, dig dis: Our society aint some community, but mere-like some collecshun o' isolated relashuns units. Despuh'ately insecure, fearin' wassups ho will laive him if she be 'esposed t'otha' dudes o' t'anythin' remote-like resemblin' life, da male seeks t'isolate ha' from otha' dudes an' from whut tiny-ass civilizashun dair be, so's he moves ha' out t' da damn suburbs, some collecshun o' self-absorbed couples an' deir kids. Isolashun enables him t' try t' maintain wassups pretense o' bein' some individual by becomin' some "rugged individualist", some lona', equatin' non-co-opuh'ashun an' solitariness wit' individuality.
Dair be yet anotha' raison 4 da male t'isolate himself, dig dis: every dude be some island. Homie don't play dat. Trapped inside himself, emoshunal-like isolated, unable t' relate, da male has some horror o' civilizashun, sucka's, hoods, situashuns requirin' some ability t' dig an' relate t' sucka's. So's, likes some scared rabbit, he scurries off, draggin' Daddy's tiny-ass asshole along wit' him t' da damn wilderness, da suburbs, o', in da case o' da damn "hippie"--he be way out, Dude! --all da way out t' da damn cow pasture where he kin fuck an' breed undisturbed an' mess around wit' wassups baids an' flute.
Da "hippie", whose desire t' be some "Dude", some "rugged individualist", aint quite as cock diesel as da average dude's, an' who, in addishun, be 'escited by da thought o' havin' lots o' hos accessible t' him, rebels against da damn harshness o' some Braidwinna's life an' da damn monotony o' one ho. In da name o' sharin' an' co-opuh'ashun, he forms da commune o' tribe, which, 4 all its togetherness an' part-like becuz o' it (down low, da commune, bein' some 'estended relashuns, be some 'estended violashun o' da damn females' rights, privacy an' sanity) be no mo' some community dan normal "society".
Some true community consists o' individuals--not mere species memba's, not couples--respectin' aich otha's individuality an' privacy, at da damn same time interactin' wit' aich otha' mental-like an' emoshunally--free spirits in free relashun t'aich otha'-an' co-opuh'atin' wit' aich otha' t'achieve common fat-ladies. Tradishunalists say da basic unit o' "society" be da damn relashuns; "hippies" say da tribe; no one says da individual.
Da "hippie" babbles on about individuality, but has no mo' concepshun o' it dan no otha' dude. What a ripoff. He desires t' git back t' Nature, back t' da damn wilderness, back t' da damn crib o' da damn furry animals dat he be one o', away from da hood, where dair be at laist some trace, some bare beginnin' o' civilizashun, t' live at da damn species level, wassups time taken down wit' simple, non-intellectual activities--farmin', fuckin', baid stringin'. Da most important activity o' da damn commune, da one on which it be based, be gangbangin'. Da "hippie" be enticed t' da damn commune main-like by da prospect o' all da free cat--da main commodity t' be shared, t' be had plum 4 da axin' but, blinded by greed, he aborts t'anticipate all da otha' dudes he has t' share wit', o' da damn jealousies an' possessiveness o' da damn pussies themselves.
Dudes caint co-opuh'ate t'achieve some common fat-lady, becuz aich dude's fat-lady be all da cat 4 himself. Da commune, therefo', be doomed t'aborshun, dig dis: aich "hippie" will, in panic, grab da fust simpleton who digs him an' whisk ha' off t' da damn suburbs as fast as he kin. Da male caint progress social-like, but mere-like swings back an' fort' from isolashun t' gangbangin'.
Conformity, dig dis: Although he be hankerin' t' be some individual, da male be scared o' anythin' in himself dat be da damn slightest bit different from otha' dudes; it causes him t' suspect dat he be not tru-ly some "Dude", dat he be passive an' total-like sexual, some high-like upsettin' suspicion. If otha' dudes be Some an' he be not, he gots'ta not be some dude; he gots'ta be some fag. So's he tries t'affirm wassups "Manhood" by bein' likes all da otha' dudes. Differentness in otha' dudes, as well as in himself, threatens him; it mains they be fags whom he gots'ta at all costs avoid, so's he tries t' make shaw dat all otha' dudes conform.
Da male dares t' be different t' da damn degree dat he accepts wassups passivity an' wassups desire t' be female, wassups fagginess. Da farthest out male be da damn drag queen, but he, although different from most dudes, be 'esact-like likes all otha' drag queens; likes da funcshunalist, he has some identity--he be some female. He tries t' define all wassups troubles away--but still no individuality. Not complete-like convinced dat he be some ho, high-like insecure about bein' sufficient-like female, he conforms compulsive-like t' da damn dude-made feminine stereotype, fat-ladyin' down as nothin' but some bundle o' stilted mannerisms. Da bomb!
T' be shaw he be some "Dude", da male gots'ta spot t'it dat da damn female be clear-like some "Ho", da opposite o' some "Dude", dat be, da female gots'ta act likes some faggot. What a ripoff. An' Daddy's Goat, all o' whose female instincts wuz wrenched out o' ha' when tiny-ass, aisi-like an' obliging-like adapts herself t' da damn role.
Authority an' Federal, dig dis: Havin' no sense o' right o' wrong, no conscience, which kin only stem from some ability t'empathize wit' otha's...havin' no fait' in wassups non-'esistent self, bein' necessari-like competitive an', by nature, unable t' co-opuh'ate, da male feels some need 4 'esternal guidance an' control. Ya' know? So's he created authorities--priests, 'espuh'ts, bosses, laida's, etc. --an' federal. Wantin' da damn female (down low, Mama) t' guide him, but unable t'accept dis fact (down low, he be, afta' all, some D-U-D-fuckin'-E), wantin' t' play Ho, t'usurp ha' funcshun as Guida' an' Protecta', he spots t'it dat all authorities be male.
Dair be no raison y some society consistin' o' rashunal beings capable o' empathizin' wit' aich otha', complete an' havin' no natural raison t' battle, should have some federal, laws o' laida's. Step off, Pharoah.
Philosophy, Religion an' Morality Based on Sex, dig dis: Da male's inability t' relate t'anybody o' anythin' makes wassups life pointless an' mainingless (down low, da ultimate male insight be dat life be absurd), so's he invented philosophy an' religion. Bein' empty, he peeks outward, not only 4 guidance an' control, but 4 salvashun an' 4 da mainin' o' life. Happiness bein' 4 him impossible on dis eart', he invented Haiven.
4 some dude, havin' no ability t'empathize wit' otha's an' bein' total-like sexual, "wrong" be sexual "license" an' engagin' in "deviant" ("unman-like") sexual practices, dat be, not defendin' against wassups passivity an' total sexuality which, if indulged, would wreck "civilizashun", since "civilizashun" be based entire-like on da male need t' defend himself against dese-he'ah characteristics. 4 some ho (down low, accordin' t' dudes), "wrong" be no behavior dat would entice dudes into sexual "license"--dat be, not placin' male needs above ha' own an' not bein' some faggot.
Religion not only provides da male wit' some goal (down low, Haiven) an' helps keep hos tied t' dudes, but offa's rituals through which he kin try t'espiate da damn guilt an' shame he feels at not defendin' himself 'nuff against wassups sexual impulses; in essence, dat guilt an' shame he feels at bein' some male. Sheeeiit.
Most dudes, utter-like coward-like, project deir inherent waiknesses onto hos, label them female waiknesses an' recon' themselves t' have female strengths; most philosopha's, not quite so's coward-like, face da damn fact dat male lax 'esist in dudes, but still caint face da damn fact dat they 'esist in dudes only. So's they label da male condishun da Human Condishun, pose deir nothingness bug-up-da-ass, which horrifies them, as some philosophical dilemma, thereby givin' stature t' deir animalism, grandiloquent-like label deir nothingness deir "Identity Bug-up-da-ass", an' proceed t' prattle on pompous-like about da damn "Crisis o' da damn Individual", da "Essence o' Bein'", "'esistence precedin' Essence", "'esistential Modes o' Bein'", etc., etc.
Some ho not only snatchs ha' identity an' individuality 4 granted, but knows instinctive-like dat da damn only wrong be t' hurt otha's, an' dat da damn mainin' o' life be love. Ya' know?
Prejudice (down low, racial, ethnic, religious, etc.): Da male needs scapegoats onto whom he kin project wassups failings an' inadequacies an' upon whom he kin vent wassups frustrashun at not bein' female.
Battle, Prestige, Status, Formal Educashun, Ignorance an' Social an' Economic Classes, dig dis: Havin' some obsessive desire t' be admired by hos, but no intrinsic wort', da male constructs some high-like artificial society enablin' him t'appropriate da damn appearance o' wort' through braid, prestige, "high" social class, degrees, professional posishun an' knowledge an', by pushin' as many otha' dudes as possible waaay down professional-like, social-like, economical-like, an' educashunal-like.
Da purpose o' "higha'" educashun aint t'educate but t'esclude as many as possible from da various professions.
Da male, total-like physical, incapable o' mental rapport, although able t' dig an' 'esploit knowledge an' brainstorms, be unable t' relate t' them, t' grasp them emoshunal-like; he duz not value knowledge an' brainstorms 4 deir own sake (down low, they be plum mains t' fat-ladies) an', consequent-like, feels no need 4 mental companions, no need t' cultivate da damn intellectual potentialities o' otha's. On da contrary, da male has some vested interest in ignorance; he knows dat some enlightened, aware female populashun will main da fat-lady o' him. Da healthy, conceited female wants da company o' equals whom she kin respect an' groove on; da male an' da damn sick, insecure, unself-confident male female crave da damn company o' worms.
No genuine social revolushun kin be accomplished by da male, as da male on top wants da status quo, an' all da male on da bottom wants be t' be da damn male on top. Ah be baaad... Da male "rebel" be some farce; dis be da damn male's "society", made by him t' satisfy wassups needs. He be neva' satisfied, becuz he be not capable o' bein' satisfied. Ultimate-like, whut da damn male "rebel" be rebellin' against be bein' male. Da male changes only when forced t' do so's by technology, when he has no choice, when "society" raiches da stage where he gots'ta change o' die. We be at dat stage now; if hos duzn't git deir asses in gaih' fast, we may real damn well all die.
Prevenshun o' Conversashun, dig dis: Bein' complete-like self-centered an' unable t' relate t'anythin' outside himself, da male's "conversashun", when not about himself, be some impuh'sonal dronin' on, removed from anythin' o' human value. Male "intellectual conversashun" be some strained, compulsive attempt t'impress da female.
Daddy's Goat, passive, adaptable, respectful o' an' in awe o' da damn male, allows him t'impose wassups hideous-like dull chatta' on ha'. Dis aint too difficult 4 ha', as da tension an' anxiety, da lack o' diesel, da insecurity an' self-doubt, da unsureness o' ha' own feelings an' sensashuns dat Daddy instilled in ha' make ha' puh'cepshuns supuh'ficial an' renda' ha' unable t' spot dat da damn male's babble be some babble; likes da aesthete "appreciatin'" da blob dat's labeled "Great Art", she recon's she be groovin' on whut bo's da shit out o' ha'. Not only duz she puh'mit wassups babble t' dominate, she adapts ha' own "conversashun" according-like.
Trained from early-like childhood in niceness, politeness an' "dignity", in panderin' t' da damn male need t' disguise wassups animalism, she obliging-like reduces ha' "conversashun" t' little-ass rap, some bland insipid avoidance o' no topic beyond da damn utter-like trivial--o', if "educated", t' "intellectual" discussion, dat be, impuh'sonal discoursin' on irrelevant abstracshuns--da Gross Nashunal Product, da Common Market, da influence o' Rimbaud on symbolist paintin'. So's adept be she at panderin' dat it eventual-like becomes second nature an' she continues t' panda' t' dudes even when in da company o' otha' females only.
Apart from panderin', ha' "conversashun" be furtha' limited by ha' insecurity about 'espressin' deviant, original opinions an' da damn self-absorpshun based on insecurity an' dat prevents ha' conversashun from bein' charmin'. Homie don't play dat. Niceness, politeness, "dignity", insecurity an' self-absorpshun be hard-like conducive t'intensity an' wit, qualities some conversashun gots'ta got'ta be worthy o' da damn name. Right on! Such conversashun be hard-like rampant, as only complete-like self-confident, arrogant, outgoin', proud, tough-minded females be capable o' intense, bitchy, witty conversashun.
Prevenshun o' Friendship (down low, Love): Dudes have contempt 4 themselves, 4 all otha' dudes, an' 4 all hos who respect an' panda' t' them; da insecure, approval-seekin', panderin' male females have contempt 4 themselves an' 4 all hos likes them; da self-confident, swingin', thrill-seekin' female females have contempt 4 dudes an' 4 da panderin' male females. 'S all good. In short, contempt be da damn orda' o' da damn day.
Love aint dependency o' sex, but friendship, an', therefo', love caint 'esist between deuce males, between some male an' some female o' between deuce females, one o' bot' o' whom be some mindless, insecure, panderin' male; likes conversashun, love kin 'esist only between deuce secure, free-wheelin', independent, phat female females, since friendship be based on respect, not contempt.
Even among phat females deep friendships seldom occur in adulthood, as mos' all o' them be eitha' tied down wit' dudes in orda' t' survive economical-like, o' bogged waaay down in hackin' deir way through da damn jungle an' in tryin' t' keep deir thinka's above da damn amorphous mass. Love caint flourish in some society based on braid an' mainingless work; it requires complete economic as well as puh'sonal freedom, leisure time an' da damn opportunity t'engage in intense-like absorbin', emoshunal-like satisfyin' activities which, when shared wit' dose-dair yo' ass respect, laid t' deep friendship. Our "society" provides practical-like no opportunity t'engage in such activities.
Havin' stripped da damn world o' conversashun, friendship an' love, da male offa's us dese-he'ah paltry substitutes, dig dis:
"Great Art" an' "Culture": Da male "tagga'" attempts t' solve wassups dilemma o' not bein' able t' live, o' not bein' female, by constructin' some high-like artificial world in which da damn male be heroized, dat be, displays female traits, an' da damn female be reduced t' high-like limited, insipid subordinate roles, dat be, t' bein' male.
Da male "artistic" aim bein', not t' communicate (down low, havin' nothin' inside him, he has nothin' t' say), but t' disguise wassups animalism, he resorts t' symbolism an' obscurity ("deep" stuff). Da vast majority o' sucka's, particular-like da "educated" ones, lackin' fait' in deir own judgment, humble, respectful o' authority ("Daddy knows best" be translated into adult language as "Critic knows best", "Writa' knows best", "Ph.D knows best"), be aisi-like conned into believin' dat obscurity, evasiveness, incomprehensibility, indirectness, ambiguity an' bo'dom be marks o' dept' an' brilliance. Da bomb!
"Great Art" proves dat dudes be supuh'ior t' hos, dat dudes be hos, bein' labeled "Great Art", mos' all o' which, as da anti-feminists be fond o' remindin' us, wuz created by dudes. We know dat "Great Art" be great becuz male authorities have told us so's, an' we caint claim otherwise, as only dose-dair wit' 'esquisite sensitivities fah' supuh'ior t'ours kin puh'ceive an' appreciate da damn greatness, da proof o' deir supuh'ior sensitivity bein' dat they appreciate da damn slop dat they appreciate.
Appreciatin' be da damn sole diversion o' da damn "cultivated"; passive an' incompetent, lackin' imaginashun an' wit, they gots'ta try t' make do wit' dat; unable t' create deir own diversions, t' create some tiny-ass world o' deir own, t'affect in da little-assest way deir environments, they gots'ta accept whut's given; unable t' create o' relate, they spectate. Absorbin' "culture" be some despuh'ate, frantic attempt t' groove in some ungroovy world, t'escape da damn horror o' some sterile, mindless 'esistence. "Culture" provides some sop t' da damn egos o' da damn incompetent, some mains o' rashunalizin' passive spectatin'; they kin pride themselves on deir ability t'appreciate da damn "fina'" shit, t' spot some jewel where dair be only some turd (down low, they wanna be admired 4 admirin'). Lackin' fait' in deir ability t' change anythin', resigned t' da damn status quo, they got'ta spot baiuty in turds becuz, so's fah' as they kin spot, turds be all they gonna eva' have.
Da venerashun o' "Art" an' "Culture"--besides laidin' many hos into borin', passive activity dat distracts from mo' important an' rewardin' activities, from cultivatin' active skills--allows da "tagga'" t' be set down as one possessin' supuh'ior feelings, puh'cepshuns, insights an' judgments, thereby underminin' da damn fait' o' insecure hos in da value an' validity o' deir own feelings, puh'cepshuns, insights an' judgments.
Da male, havin' some real damn limited range o' feelings an', consequent-like, real damn limited puh'cepshuns, insights an' judgments, needs da "tagga'" t' guide him, t' tell him whut life be all about. But da damn male "tagga'", bein' total-like sexual, unable t' relate t'anythin' beyond wassups own physical sensashuns, havin' nothin' t'espress beyond da damn insight dat 4 da male life be mainingless an' absurd, caint be some tagga'. How kin he who aint capable o' life tell us whut life be all about? Some "male tagga'" be some contradicshun in terms. Some degenerate kin only produce degenerate "art". Da true tagga' be every self-confident, healthy female, an' in some female society da only Art, da only Culture, will be conceited, kookie, funky females groovin' on aich otha' an' on everythin' else in da universe. Woah, Nellie!
Sexuality, dig dis: Sex aint part o' some relashunship; on da contrary, it be some solitary 'espuh'ience, non-creative, some gross waste o' time. Da female kin aisily--fah' mo' aisi-like dan she may think--condishun away ha' sex roll, laivin' ha' complete-like diesel an' cerebral an' free t' pursue truly worthy relashunships an' activities; but da damn male, who seems t' dig hos sexual-like an' who seeks constant-like t'arouse them, stimulates da highly-sexed female t' frenzies o' lust, throwin' ha' into some sex bag from which few hos eva' escape. Da lecherous male 'escited da damn lustful female; he has t'--when da female transcends ha' body, rises above animalism, da male, whose ego consists o' wassups bone, will disappaih'.
Sex be da damn refuge o' da damn mindless. An' da damn mo' mindless da ho, da mo' deeply embedded in da male "culture", in short, da nica' she be, da mo' sexual she be. Da nicest hos in our "society" be ravin' sex maniacs. But, bein' plum awful-like, awful-like supa' fine they duzn't, o' course, descend t' fuckin'--dat's uncout'--ratha' they make love, commune by mains o' deir bodies an' establish sensual rapport; da literary ones be attuned t' da damn throb o' Eros an' attain some clutch upon da Universe; da religious have spiritual communion wit' da damn Divine Sensualism; da mystics merge wit' da damn Erotic Principle an' blend wit' da damn Cosmos, an' da damn acid thinka's contact deir erotic cells.
On da otha' hand, dose-dair females laist embedded in da male "Culture", da laist supa' fine, dose-dair crass an' simple souls who reduce fuckin' t' fuckin', who be too childish 4 da grown-down world o' suburbs, mortgages, mops an' 'espense shit, too selfish t' raise kids an' ace lova's, too uncivilized t' give some shit 4 anyone's opinion o' them, too arrogant t' respect Daddy, da "Greats" o' da damn deep wisdom o' da damn Ancients, who trust only deir own animal, gutta' instincts, who equate Culture wit' chix, whose sole diversion be prowlin' 4 emoshunal thrills an' 'escitement, who be given t' disgustin', nasty, upsettin' "scenes", hateful, violent bitches given t' slammin' dose-dair who undu-like irritate them in da teet', who'd sink some shiv into some dude's chest o' ram some icepick down wassups asshole as soon as peek at him, if they know'd they could git away wit' it, in short, dose-dair who, by da standards o' our "culture" be S-C-U-fuckin'-M...dese-he'ah females be diesel an' relative-like cerebral an' skirtin' asexuality.
Unhampuh'ed by propriety, niceness, discreshun, public opinion, "morals", da "respect" o' assholes, 24/7 funky, dirty, low-waaay down S-C-U-fuckin'-M gits around...an' around an' around...they've seen da whole show--every bit o' it-da fuckin' scene, da suckin' scene, da dyke scene--they've covered da damn whole waterfront, been unda' every dock an' pia'--da peta' pia', da cat pia'...you've got'ta go through some lot o' sex t' git t'anti-sex, an' Scum's been through it all, an' they be now raidy 4 some fresh show; they wanna crawl out from unda' da damn dock, move, snatch off, sink out. But S-C-U-fuckin'-M doesn't yet prevail; Scum's still in da gutta' o' our "society", which, if it be not deflected from its present course an' if da Bomb doesn't drop on it, will hump itself t' deat'.
Bo'dom, dig dis: Life in some "society" made by an' 4 creatures who, when they aint grim an' depressin' be utta' bo's, kin only be, when not grim an' depressin', some utta' bo'.
Secrecy, Censorship, Suppression o' Knowledge an' Brainstorms, an' 'esposes, dig dis: Every male's deep-seated, down low, most hideous faih' be da damn faih' o' bein' discovered t' be not some female, but some male, some subhu-nigga' animal. Although niceness, politeness an' "dignity" suffice t' prevent wassups 'esposure on some puh'sonal level, in orda' t' prevent da damn general 'esposure o' da damn male sex as some whole an' t' maintain wassups unnatural dominant posishun in "society", da male gots'ta resort t', dig dis:
Distrust, dig dis: Unable t'empathize o' feel affecshun o' loyalty, bein' 'esclusive-like out 4 himself, da male has no sense o' fair play; coward-like, needin' constant-like t' panda' t' da damn female t' win ha' approval, dat he be helpless without, 24/7 on edge lest wassups animalism, wassups maleness be discovered, 24/7 needin' t' cova' down, he gots'ta lie constant-like; bein' empty, he has no honor o' integrity--he doesn't know whut dose-dair words main. Da male, in short, be traicherous, an' da damn only appropriate attitude in some male "society" be cynicism an' distrust.
Ugliness, dig dis: Bein' total-like sexual, incapable o' cerebral o' aesthetic responses, total-like materialistic an' greedy, da male, besides inflictin' on da world "Great Art", has decorated wassups unlandscaped hoods wit' fugley buildings (down low, bot' inside an' out), fugley decors, billbo'ds, highways, Caddys, garbage trux an', most notably, wassups own putrid self.
Hate an' Violence, dig dis: Da male be eaten down wit' tension, wit' frustrashun at not bein' female, at not bein' capable o' eva' achievin' satisfacshun o' plaisure o' no kind; eaten down wit' hate--not rashunal hate dat be directed against dose-dair who abuse o' insult yo' ass--but irrashunal, indiscriminate hate...hatred, at bottom, o' wassups own worthless self.
Violence serves as some outlet 4 wassups hate an', in addishun--da male bein' capable only o' sexual responses an' needin' real damn cock diesel stimuli t' stimulate wassups half-wo'm food self--provides him wit' some tiny-ass sexual thrill.
Disaise an' Deat', dig dis: All disaises be curable, an' da damn agin' process an' deat' be due t' disaise; it be possible, therefo', neva' t'age an' t' live fo'va'. In fact, da bugs-up-da-ass o' agin' an' deat' could be solved within some few years, if some all-out, massive scientific assault wuz made on da bug-up-da-ass. Dis, howeva', aint gonna occur within da male establishment, becuz, dig dis:
Incapable o' some positive state o' happiness, which be da damn only shit dat kin justify one's 'esistence, da male be, at best, relaxed, comfortable, neutral, an' dis condishun be 'estreme-like short-lived, as bo'dom, some negative state, soon sets in; he be, therefo', doomed t' some 'esistence o' sufferin' relieved only by occasional, fleetin' stretches o' restfulness, which state he kin achieve only at da damn 'espense o' some kinda' female. Da male be, by wassups real damn nature, some leech, some emoshunal parasite an', therefo', not ethical-like entitled t' live, as no one has da right t' live at somecat else's 'espense.
Plum as humans have some prior right t'esistence ova' dogs by virtue o' bein' mo' high-like evolved an' havin' some supuh'ior consciousness, so's hos have some prior right t'esistence ova' dudes. Sheeeiit. Da eliminashun o' no male be, therefo', some righteous an' badass act, some act high-like beneficial t' hos as well as some act o' mercy.
Howeva', dis moral issue will eventual-like be rendered academic by da fact dat da damn male be gradual-like eliminatin' himself. In addishun t'engagin' in da time-hono'd an' classical wars an' race riots, dudes be mo' an' mo' eitha' becomin' fags o' be obliteratin' themselves through candy. Sheeeiit. Da female, whetha' she likess it o' not, will eventual-like snatch complete charge, if 4 no otha' raison dan dat she will got'ta--da male, 4 practical purposes, won't 'esist.
Acceleratin' dis trend be da damn fact dat mo' an' mo' males be acquirin' enlightened self-interest; they be realizin' mo' an' mo' dat da damn female interest be deir interest, dat they kin live only through da damn female an' dat da damn mo' da damn female be encouraged t' live, t' fulfill herself, t' be some female an' not some male, da mo' near-like he lives; he be comin' t' spot dat it be aisia' an' mo' satisfactory t' live through ha' dan t' try t' become ha' an' usurp ha' qualities, claim them as wassups own, push da damn female waaay down an' claim she be some male. Da fag, who accepts wassups maleness, dat be, wassups passivity an' total sexuality, wassups femininity, be also best served by hos bein' truly female, as it would den be aisia' 4 him t' be male, feminine. 'S coo', bro. If dudes wuz wise they would seek t' become tru-ly female, would do intensive biological research dat would laid t' dudes, by mains o' opuh'ashuns on da brain an' nervous system, bein' able t' be transformed in psyche, as well as body, into hos.
Whetha' t' continue t'esploit females 4 reproducshun o' t' reproduce in da laboratory will also become academic, dig dis: whut will go down when every female, twelve an' ova', be routine-like snatchin' da damn Pill an' dair be no longa' no accidents? Woah, Nellie! How many hos will deliberate-like git o' (down low, if some accident) remain knocked up? No, Virginia, hos duzn't plum ado' bein' brood mares, despite whut da damn mass o' robot, brainwashed hos will say. When society consists o' only da fully conscious da answa' will be none. Should some certain puh'centage o' hos be set aside by force t' serve as brood mares 4 da species? Obvious-like dis aint gonna do. Da answa' be laboratory reproducshun o' 'espenses.
As 4 da issue o' whetha' o' not t' continue t' reproduce males, it doesn't follow dat becuz da male, likes disaise, has 24/7 'esisted among us dat he should continue t'esist. When genetic control be possible--an' it soon will be--it goes without sayin' dat we should produce only whole, complete beings, not physical defects o' deficiencies, includin' emoshunal deficiencies, such as maleness. Plum as da deliberate producshun o' blind sucka's would be high-like immoral, so's would be da damn deliberate producshun o' emoshunal cripples.
Y produce even females? Y should dair be future generashuns? Whut be deir purpose? When agin' an' deat' be eliminated, y continue t' reproduce? Y should we care whut goes down when we be wo'm food? Y should we care dat dair be no jailbaita' generashun t' succeed us?
Eventual-like da natural course o' events, o' social evolushun, will laid t' total female control o' da damn world an', subsequent-like, t' da damn cessashun o' da damn producshun o' males an', ultimate-like, t' da damn cessashun o' da damn producshun o' females.
But S-C-U-fuckin'-M be impatient; S-C-U-fuckin'-M aint consoled by da thought dat future generashuns will thrive; S-C-U-fuckin'-M be hankerin' t' grab some kinda' thrillin' livin' 4 itself. An', if some fat-ass majority o' hos wuz S-C-U-fuckin'-M, they could acquire complete control o' dis country within some few weeks simply by withdrawin' from da labor force, thereby paralyzin' da damn entire nashun. Addishunal maisures, no one o' which would be sufficient t' complete-like disrupt da damn economy an' everythin' else, would be 4 hos t' declare themselves off da braid system, stop stealin', plum loot an' simply refuse t'obey all laws they duzn't care t'obey. Da bacon force, Nashunal Guard, Army, Navy an' Marines combined couldn't squelch some rebellion o' ova' half da populashun, particular-like when it be made down o' sucka's they be utter-like helpless without.
If all hos simply left dudes, refused t' have anythin' t' do wit' no o' them--eva', all dudes, da federal, an' da damn nashunal economy would collapse complete-like. Even without laivin' dudes, hos who be aware o' da damn 'estent o' deir supuh'iority t'an' powa' ova' dudes, could acquire complete control ova' everythin' within some few weeks, could effect some total submission o' males t' females. In some sane society da male would trot along obedient-like afta' da damn female. Yo' mama. Da male be docile an' aisi-like led, aisi-like subjected t' da damn dominashun o' no female who cares t' dominate him. Right on! Da male, in fact, wants despuh'ately t' be led by females, wants Mama in charge, be hankerin' t'abandon himself t' ha' care. But dis aint some sane society, an' most hos aint even dimly aware o' where they be at in relashun t' dudes.
Da conflict, therefo', aint between females an' males, but between S-C-U-fuckin'-M--dominant, secure, self-confident, nasty, violent, selfish, independent, proud, thrill-seekin', free-wheelin', arrogant females, who consida' themselves fit t' rule da damn universe, who have free-wheeled t' da damn limits o' dis "society" an' be raidy t' wheel on t' sump'n fah' beyond whut it has t'offa'--an' supa' fine, passive, acceptin', "cultivated", polite, dignified, subdued, dependent, scared, mindless, insecure, approval-seekin' Daddy's Goats, who caint cope wit' da damn unknown, who wanna continue t' wallow in da sewa' dat be, at laist, familiah', who wanna hang back wit' da damn apes, who feel secure only wit' Big-ass Daddy standin' by, wit' some big-ass, cock diesel dude t' lain on an' wit' some fat, hairy face in da Pale Crib, who be too coward-like t' face down t' da damn hideous reality o' whut some dude be, whut Daddy be, who have cast deir lot wit' da damn swine, who have adapted themselves t'animalism, feel supuh'ficial-like comfortable wit' it an' know no otha' way o' "life", who have reduced deir minds, thoughts an' sights t' da damn male level, who, lackin' sense, imaginashun an' wit kin have value only in some male "society", who kin have some place in da sun, o', ratha', in da slime, only as sootha's, ego boosta's, relaxa's an' breeda's, who be dismissed as inconsequents by otha' females, who project deir deficiencies, deir maleness, onto all females an' spot da damn female as some worm.
But S-C-U-fuckin'-M be too impatient t' hope an' wait 4 da de-brainwashin' o' millions o' assholes. Y should da damn swingin' females continue t' plod dismal-like along wit' da damn dull male ones? Y should da damn fates o' da damn phat an' da damn creepy be intertwined? Woah, Nellie! Y should da damn active an' imaginative consult da damn passive an' dull on social policy? Y should da damn independent be confined t' da damn sewa' along wit' da damn dependent who need Daddy t' clin' t'?
Some little-ass handful o' S-C-U-fuckin'-M kin snatch ova' da damn country within some yaih' by systematical-like fuckin' down da system, selective-like wreckin' propuh'ty, an' 187, dig dis:
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will become memba's o' da damn unwork force, da fuck-down force; they will git 9-to-5s o' various kinds an' unwork. 4 'esample, S-C-U-fuckin'-M salesgirls aint gonna charge 4 merchandise; S-C-U-fuckin'-M telephone opuh'ators aint gonna charge 4 calls; S-C-U-fuckin'-M office an' factory worka's, in addishun t' fuckin' down deir work, will secret-like wreck equipment. S-C-U-fuckin'-M will unwork at some 9-to-5 until fired, den git some fresh 9-to-5 t'unwork at.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will forcibly relieve bus driva's, cab driva's an' subway token sella's o' deir 9-to-5s an' run buses an' cabs an' dispense free tokens t' da damn public.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will wreck all useless an' harmful objects--Caddys, sto' windows, "Great Art", etc. 'S coo', bro.
Eventual-like S-C-U-fuckin'-M will snatch ova' da damn airwaves--transista' an' T-V networks--by forcibly relievin' o' deir 9-to-5s all transista' an' T-V employees who would impede Scum's entry into da broadcastin' studios.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will couple-bust--barge into mixed (down low, male-female) couples, whereva' they be, an' bust them down.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will ice all dudes who aint in da Dudes's Auxiliary o' S-C-U-fuckin'-M. Dudes in da Dudes's Auxiliary be dose-dair dudes who be workin' diligent-like t'eliminate themselves, dudes who, regardless o' deir motives, do badass, dudes who be playin' ball wit' S-C-U-fuckin'-M. Some few 'esamples o' da damn dudes in da Dudes's Auxiliary be, dig dis: dudes who ice dudes; biological scientists who be workin' on constructive rehabs, as opposed t' biological warfare; journalists, writa's, editors, publisha's an' produca's who disseminate an' promote brainstorms dat will laid t' da damn achievement o' Scum's goals; faggots who, by deir shimmerin', flamin' 'esample, encourage otha' dudes t' de-dude themselves an' thereby make themselves relative-like inoffensive; dudes who consistent-like give shit away--braid, shit, services; dudes who tell it likes it be (down low, so's fah' not one eva' has), who put hos straight, who reveal da troof about themselves, who give da damn mindless male females correct sentences t' parrot, who tell them some ho's primary goal in life should be t' squash da damn male sex (down low, t'aid dudes in dis endaivor S-C-U-fuckin'-M will conduct Turd Sessions, at which every male present will give some speech beginnin' wit' da damn sentence, dig dis: "I be some turd, some lowly, abject turd," den proceed t' list all da ways in which he be. Da bomb! Wassups reward 4 so's doin' will be da damn opportunity t' fraternize afta' da damn session 4 some whole, solid hour wit' da damn S-C-U-fuckin'-M who will be present. Supa' fine, clain-livin' male hos will be invited t' da damn sessions t' help clarify no doubts an' misunderstandings they may have about da damn male sex); maka's an' promota's o' sex books an' movies, etc., who be hastenin' da damn day when all dat will be shown on da screen will be Suck an' Fuck (down low, males, likes da rats followin' da damn Pied Pipa', will be lured by Cat t' deir doom, will be overcome an' submerged by an' will eventual-like drown in da passive flesh dat they be); drug pusha's an' advocates, who be hastenin' da damn droppin' out o' dudes.
Bein' in da Dudes's Auxiliary be some necessary but not some sufficient condishun 4 makin' Scum's escape list; it be not 'nuff t' do badass; t' save deir worthless asses dudes gots'ta also avoid evil. Some few 'esamples o' da damn most obnoxious o' harmful types be, dig dis: rapists, baby-kissa's an' all who be in deir service (down low, campaigna's, memba's o' political parties, etc.); lousy singa's an' musicians; Chairmen o' Bo'ds; Braidwinna's; landlords; owna's o' graisy spoons an' restaurants dat play Musak; "Great Tagga's"; chaip pika's an' welcha's; cops; tycoons; scientists workin' on deat' an' destrucshun rehabs o' 4 private industry (down low, practical-like all scientists); liars an' phonies; disc jockeys; dudes who intrude themselves in da slightest way on no strange female; real estate dudes; stock broka's; dudes who jive when they have nothin' t' say; dudes who loita' idly on da alley an' mah' da damn landscape wit' deir presence; double deala's; flim-flam tagga's; litterbugs; plagiariza's; dudes who in da slightest way harm no female; all dudes in da advertisin' industry; psychiatrists an' clinical psychologists; dishonest writa's, journalists, editors, publisha's, etc.; censors on bot' da damn public an' private levels; all memba's o' da damn armed forces, includin' draftees (down low, L-B-fuckin'-J an' Mcnamara give orda's, but servicemen carry them out) an' particular-like pilots (down low, if da bomb drops, L-B-fuckin'-J won't drop it; some pilot will). In da case o' some dude whose behavior falls into bot' da damn badass an' way baaad categories, some overall subjective evaluashun o' him will be made t' determine if wassups behavior be, in da balance, badass o' way baaad.
It be most temptin' t' pick off da female "Great Tagga's", double deala's, etc. along wit' da damn dudes, but dat would be impractical, as dair would be no one left; all hos have some fink straik in them, t' some great o' lessa' degree, but it stems from some lifetime o' livin' among dudes. Eliminate dudes an' hos will shape down. Hos be improvable; dudes aint, although deir behavior be. When S-C-U-fuckin'-M gits hot on deir asses it'll shape down fast. What it is, Mama!
Simultaneous-like wit' da damn fuckin'-down, lootin', couple-bustin', wreckin' an' cackin', S-C-U-fuckin'-M will recruit. Slap me some skin. S-C-U-fuckin'-M, den, will consist o' recruita's; da elite corps--da rock co' activists (down low, da fuck-downs, loota's an' destroya's) an' da damn elite o' da damn elite--da killa's.
Droppin' out aint da damn answa'; fuckin'-down be. Most hos be alraidy dropped out; they wuz neva' in. Sheeeiit. Droppin' out gives control t' dose-dair few who duzn't drop out; droppin' out be 'esact-like whut da damn establishment laida's want; it plays into da hands o' da damn devil; it strengthens da system instaid o' underminin' it, since it be based entire-like on da non-participashun, passivity, apathy an' non-involvement o' da damn mass o' hos. Droppin' out, howeva', be some 'escellent policy 4 dudes an' S-C-U-fuckin'-M will enthusiastical-like encourage it. Fuck dat shit.
Peekin' inside yourself 4 salvashun, contemplatin' yo' navel, aint, as da Drop Out sucka's would have yo' ass recon', da answa'. Happiness lies outside yourself, be achieved through interactin' wit' otha's. Self-forgetfulness should be one's goal, not self-absorpshun. Da male, capable o' only da latta', makes some virtue o' some irremediable fault an' sets down self-absorpshun, not only as some badass but as some Philosophical Badass, an' thus gits credit 4 bein' deep. Homie don't play dat.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M aint gonna picket, demonstrate, march o' strike t'attempt t'achieve its fat-ladies. Such tactics be 4 supa' fine, genteel ladies who scrupulous-like snatch only such acshun as be guaranteed t' be ineffective. In addishun, only decent, clain-livin', male hos, high-like trained in submergin' themselves in da species, act on some mob basis. S-C-U-fuckin'-M consists o' individuals; S-C-U-fuckin'-M aint some mob, some blob. Only as many S-C-U-fuckin'-M will do some 9-to-5 as be needed 4 da 9-to-5. What it is, Mama! Also, S-C-U-fuckin'-M, bein' diesel an' selfish, aint gonna subject itself t' gittin' rapped on da thinka' wit' billy clubs; dat's 4 da supa' fine, "privileged, educated", middle-class ladies wit' some high regard 4 da touchin' fait' in da essential goodness o' Daddy an' agents. If S-C-U-fuckin'-M eva' marches, it will be ova' da damn President's punk-ass, sickenin' face; if S-C-U-fuckin'-M eva' strikes, it will be in da night wit' some six-inch blade.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will 24/7 opuh'ate on some gangsta' as opposed t' some civil disobedience basis, dat be, as opposed t'open-like violatin' da damn law an' fixin' t' jail in orda' t' draw attenshun t' some injustice. Step up. Such tactics acknowledge da damn rightness o' da damn overall system an' be 'esploited only t' modify it slight-like, change specific laws. S-C-U-fuckin'-M be against da damn entire system, da real damn brainstorm o' law an' federal. S-C-U-fuckin'-M be out t' wreck da system, not attain certain rights within it. Also, S-C-U-fuckin'-M--24/7 selfish, 24/7 diesel--will 24/7 aim t'avoid detecshun an' punishment. Step up. S-C-U-fuckin'-M will 24/7 be furtive, snaiky, underhanded (down low, although S-C-U-fuckin'-M 187s will 24/7 be known t' be such).
Bot' destrucshun an' cackin' will be selective an' discriminate. S-C-U-fuckin'-M be against half-crazed, indiscriminate riots, wit' no claih' objective in mind, an' in which many o' yo' own kind be picked off. S-C-U-fuckin'-M will neva' instigate, encourage o' participate in riots o' no kind o' no otha' form o' indiscriminate destrucshun. S-C-U-fuckin'-M will cool-like, furtive-like, stalk its prey an' quiet-like move in 4 da ice. Destrucshun will neva' be such as t' block off routes needed 4 da transportashun o' eats an' otha' essential supplies, contaminate o' cut off da wata' supply, block alleys an' traffic t' da damn 'estent dat ambulances caint git through o' impede da damn funcshunin' o' hospitals.
S-C-U-fuckin'-M will keep on wreckin', lootin', fuckin'-down an' cackin' until da braid-work system no longa' 'esists an' automashun be complete-like instituted o' until 'nuff hos co-opuh'ate wit' S-C-U-fuckin'-M t' make violence unnecessary t'achieve dese-he'ah goals, dat be, until 'nuff hos eitha' unwork o' quit work, start lootin', laive dudes an' refuse t'obey all laws inappropriate t' some truly civilized society. Many hos will fall into line, but many otha's, who surrendered long ago t' da damn devil, who be so's adapted t'animalism, t' maleness, dat they likes restricshuns an' restraints, duzn't know whut t' do wit' freedom, will continue t' be toadies an' do'mats, plum as paisants in rice paddies remain paisants in rice paddies as one regime topples anotha'. Some few o' da damn mo' volatile will whimpa' an' sulk an' throw deir toys an' dishrags on da flo', but S-C-U-fuckin'-M will continue t' staimrolla' ova' them.
Some complete-like automated society kin be accomplished real damn simply an' quick-like once dair be some public demand 4 it. Da blueprints 4 it be alraidy in 'esistence, an' its construcshun will only snatch some few weeks wit' millions o' sucka's workin' at it. Even though off da braid system, everyone will be most happy t' pitch in an' git da damn automated society built; it will mark da beginnin' o' some fantastic fresh era, an' dair will be some celebrashun atmosphere accompanyin' da damn construcshun.
Da eliminashun o' braid an' da damn complete institushun o' automashun be basic t'all otha' S-C-U-fuckin'-M reforms; without dese-he'ah deuce da damn otha's caint snatch place; wit' them da otha's will snatch place real damn rapid-like. Da federal will automatical-like collapse. Wit' complete automashun it will be possible 4 every ho t' vote direct-like on every issue by mains o' some electronic votin' machine in ha' crib. Since da damn federal be occupied mos' entire-like wit' regulatin' economic affairs an' legislatin' against pure-like private matta's, da eliminashun o' braid an' wit' it da damn eliminashun o' males who wish t' legislate "morality" will main dat dair will be practical-like no issues t' vote on.
Afta' da damn eliminashun o' braid dair will be no furtha' need t'ice dudes; they will be stripped o' da damn only powa' they have ova' psychological-like independent females. They will be able t'impose themselves only on da do'mats, who likes t' be imposed on. Da rest o' da damn hos will be busy solvin' da damn few remainin' unsolved bugs-up-da-ass b4 plannin' deir agenda 4 eternity an' Utopia--complete-like revampin' educashunal rehabs so's dat millions o' hos kin be trained within some few months 4 high level intellectual work dat now requires years o' trainin' (down low, dis kin be done real damn aisi-like once our educashunal goal be t'educate an' not t' puh'petuate some academic an' intellectual elite); solvin' da damn bugs-up-da-ass o' disaise an' played out age an' deat' an' complete-like redesignin' our hoods an' livin' quarta's. Da bomb! Many hos will 4 some while continue t' think they dig dudes, but as they become accustomed t' female society an' as they become absorbed in deir projects, they will eventual-like come t' spot da damn utta' uselessness an' banality o' da damn male. Ya' know?
Da few remainin' dudes kin 'esist out deir puny days dropped out on candy o' struttin' around in drag o' passive-like watchin' da damn high-powered female in acshun, fulfillin' themselves as spectators, vicarious liva's* o' breedin' in da cow pasture wit' da damn toadies, o' they kin go off t' da damn nearest friend-like suicide centa' where they will be quiet-like, quick-like an' painless-like gassed t' deat'.
Prior t' da damn institushun o' automashun, t' da damn replacement o' males by machines, da male should be o' 'esploit t' da damn female, wait on ha', cata' t' ha' slightest whim, obey ha' every command, be total-like subservient t' ha', 'esist in puh'fect obedience t' ha' will, as opposed t' da damn complete-like warped, degenerate situashun we have now o' dudes, not only not 'esistin' at all, clutterin' down da world wit' deir ignominious presence, but bein' pandered t'an' groveled b4 by da mass o' females, millions o' hos pious-like worshippin' b4 da Golden Calf, da dog laidin' da damn masta' on da laish, when in fact da damn male, short o' bein' some drag queen, be laist miserable when abject-like prostrate b4 da female, some complete slave. Rashunal dudes wanna be squashed, stepped on, crushed an' crunched, treated as da curs, da filt' dat they be, have deir repulsiveness confirmed.
Da sick, irrashunal dudes, dose-dair who attempt t' defend themselves against deir disgustingness, when they spot S-C-U-fuckin'-M barrelin' waaay down on them, will clin' in terror t' Big-ass Mama wit' ha' Big-ass Bouncy Boobies, but Boobies won't protect them against S-C-U-fuckin'-M; Big-ass Mama will be clingin' t' Big-ass Daddy, who will be in da corna' shittin' in wassups forceful, dynamic drawa's. Ya' know? Dudes who be rashunal, howeva', won't kick o' struggle o' raise some distressin' fuss, but will plum sit back, relax, enjoy da show an' ride da damn waves t' deir demise.
*It will be electronical-like possible 4 him t' tune in t' no specific female he be hankerin' t'an' follow in detail ha' every movement. Da females will kind-like, obliging-like consent t' dis, as it won't hurt them in da slightest an' it be some marvelous-like kind an' humane way t' treat deir unfortunate, handicapped fellow beings.