Ken wrote: >Crazy authoritarianism. Rules for the sake of rules. They exist to >show who is boss. Like school uniforms or corporate dress codes - >the rule is made not to enforce any desirable behaviour but to >show who is where in the the hierarchy, who is able to make rules >and who has to obey them.
Waiting in a public lobby of an educational facility in NYC I was asked to move by a dame at the security desk. Huh, I said, why? She said you're blocking my view, I have to see everything going on. So I moved two inches, grinned, said show me your tits, sure she'd like the Seinfeld line from Boy in A Bubble. Sgt Madam banged a 10-13 bell and six more dames encircled me aiming their protuberances terrifically. Whoa, I said, gobbling a 360 bubbling cheek-swipe of the twelve knobbies, 6 badges, 6 nym tags, ripping leaks and smearing Tyson's blood and spit on their mountainous blue fronts. Then the six-pack array-pivoted 180 and jack-rammed me senseless with hard butts, flashlights, cuffs, and swear-to-god hard leather pouches of powderpuffs and tampons, and, ass-clenching me upright, jitterbugged to the holding pen, where I was sloshed with a bucket of icewater, stripped searched, body cavitied, Abu Ghraibian privates ridiculed, magic-markered pederast to symbol who rules domestically, not the caucasian dodos peddling silly secrets of terrorists about to shit on civilization.
