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Tuesday, 17 May 2011


Here we go. I'm going to get properly unfollowed, I reckon. Or arrested. Or chastised.

Everyone's having a dig a Nadine Dorries, the MP who says that the solution to the world's ills is to educate girls in the art of abstinence. I'm not even going to go there. So far wrong there's no path to right from it.

But here's some more shit. Most people won't like this. I know this, because women, who are mostly the victims of sexual assault are commenting away on the subject, nineteen to the dozen, as women do (see the sexism coming out there already?)

I can be a twat at times, but I am not quite as daft as I make out. And I'm a bloke. Now, sexual assualt, even rape, is MOST OFTEN carried out by blokes. MOST OFTEN against women.

Apparently, women/girls are inviting this assault by dressing to kill. Hence the #slutwalk march, which I personally think is bollocks.

I have two young girls (and several older ones). They dress to kill. You'd put them at 15 if you saw them dressed up. They're 10 and 12 (nearly). They dress up because they like to. And what's wrong with that? Blimey, if I had legs like that I'd wear miniskirts. But they don't dress up to attract boys, not at that age they don't. Certainly not the 10 y/o, anyway. And she's already got a  boyfriend.

Some women think it's about power, this assault thing. I don't. The reason I don't is because I can't rationalise it. I can rationalise most things. Visualise them, even. Being ever so slightly insane, it's easy for me to imagine murdering someone. A couple of them, actually. But not rape. EXCEPT ...

Porn. Nothing wrong with porn, you say? I think there is. Not like Emmanuelle, if that's still porn. But very naughty porn. I don't know if you've ever watched proper porn. I know I have. It's not very erotic, in my opinion. But it leaves little to the imagination. In the olden days, when I was a lad, we had Carry On films, mainly. Anything else was from Denmark and had animals in it, so we never saw any of that. My old man always used to keep a copy of Fiesta in his drawer and me and my brother used to go and dig it out now and again. It had an Australian woman in it, in the centre pages. She was a bit of a minger, to be honest.

But it isn't like that nowadays. Porn gets more and more explicit. Or "nasty", as I prefer to call it. Look, I know what women look like. And I think I've worked out what they like other than decent scoff and flowers. Certainly some of them, anyhow. But if you watch porn of a certain kind, you would be forgiven for thinking that they desperately want a man to make them scream with pain whilst they struggle and he thrusts his throbbing manhood deep into her .... hold on, getting carried away there, been reading too many Sidney Sheldon's.

See? Why the actual fuck would a gullible, perhaps lonely, perhaps oversexed, overhormonal chap of little experience and even less education know any different?

Go on, bleat. Tell me about freedom and liberalism, and how it has nothing to do with anyone else what you can buy over (or under) the counter? Tell me. I gather that our esteemed Controllers are going to hide away the ciggie packets. Put them in plain wrappers. But porn is OK. Even implied rape porn. Trust me, it isn't even disguised.

If you think this is opinionated bollocks, and it is your prerogative so to do, let me know. I'll give you a few titles to watch. If you're good I might burn you a copy too.

I'm off to bash the bishop.

Love, the Penguin.

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