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Thursday, May 01, 2008

God's curse on em

Mission accomplished day. 50 American soldiers killed in April. Reports in the NYT say 450 some Iraqis have died in battles so far in Sadr City, which means about 800 to 1,000. So perhaps one life in Florida is nothing, but still – today LI thinks about Deborah Jeane Palfrey, a woman mercilessly hounded by a criminal Justice department, ridiculously charged under the RICO act, and so convicted in a kangaroo court by a local Torquamada who got his jollies bullying old prostitutes. Meanwhile, the Johns are forever free, of course, to visit prostitutes again. The old game of threatening them, beating them, killing them, America's number one sport, goes on and on.

Whether she hung herself or was murdered, what happened to her was a disgrace. LI is scraping the bottom of the barrel for the language of indignation. It is not that we want to describe or analyze – no, we want to hurl, to throw. Sticks and stones. The word, thrown out of the mouth at the right time by the right person, can cripple. But we who stand outside of bubbleville, the Closed Gate Communities of the kleptocracy, can hurl any words we want – they won’t get through.

The NYT has a media smirky headline for Ms Palfrey’s death that says everything about those bottom feeders: The Story Ends for the ‘D.C. Madam’. Yeah, it is a story. Not a person. Fuck persons who aren’t in the gated community. Fuck them up the ass. No, just an amusing giggle at the end of a rope.

Ah, may their tongues gangrene and rot off, those tellers of the story. May the stories rise up, someday, and rip them limb from limb.

And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life!
Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life,
And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more,
Never, never, never, never, never!
Pray you, undo this button: thank you, sir.
Do you see this? Look on her, look, her lips,
Look there, look there!

9 comments:

Anonymous said...

LI, damn it all and fuck it all.

And thanks for bringing up Ms Palfrey, who apparently died by her own hand alright. As Artuad would say, the woman suicided by society.

LI, there are those against this society, who call themselves Marxists. And yet if you bring up sexual difference and women with some of these revolutionaries they will tell you to wait in line, women always comes second, while the revolution travels first class.

I say Marxists and not Marx, as Marx did write that women were the first form of property. Which of course is only worthy of secondary consideration by Marxist purists.

Amie

roger said...

Amie, that's true enough.
It is funny, nobody believes the suicide story. I think the disbelief is a tattered way of redeeming our honor. We saw that the Bushies were using a ridiculous cannon against a woman who made 3 million dollars over some 5 years of doing business, and had a profit sharing scheme with her employees. We saw the Rico brought out because the Department of Justice is composed of hostages to the evangelical churches. We saw that not one john, not one, was sought or prosecuted. We saw the humiliation of those women on the stand, a surplus value of it, and the prosecutor has not been admonished. And then we saw this woman judged guilty, facing fifty five years in jail.
Oh, fuck fuck fuck. So it would be nice if a hand were raised, if she needed to be killed, if there were any secrets she could tell us that we didn't know. But we knew them all, a gave a fuck. And she died.

Why this so ... infuriates me, I can't really say. But it does.

P.M.Lawrence said...

"From the Watch at twelve o'clock,
And from Bess Broughton's buttoned smock,
Libera nos, Domine!"

- an old revellers' song, from Aubrey's Brief Lives.

Bess Broughton was a most notorious poxy doxy of the day; her buttoned smock was a garment convenient of further access, a tool of the trade. Note which peril is given priority.

northanger said...

AZ 59 = GOD'S CURSE ON EM = EZEKIEL 33:26 (AZ-25 YE STAND, AZ-56 THE NUMBER 554) = KING OF THE EAST (AZ-28 AMAYMON) = LE COUP DÉCISIF (AZ-64 LE COUP DECISIF) = TRUE RELATION = WHERE IS GOD? (AZ-43 PSALM 115:2, AZ-56 THE NUMBER 554, AZ-103 NEMO OMNIBUS HORIS SAPIT, AZ-103 OUR GOD IS IN THE HEAVENS, AZ-102 CATCHWORD: THERMALCEUTICAL, AZ-102 CIRCLE'S CIRCUMFERENCE, AZ-102 SCENICAL REPRESENTATIONS, AZ-102 O ISRAEL, TRUST IN THE LORD, AZ-102 HAPPY MISSION ACCOMPLISHED DAY, AZ-102 O HOUSE OF AARON, TRUST IN THE LORD, AZ-114 THE LORD HAS BEEN MINDFUL OF US).

northanger said...

AZ 29 = AKHMATOVA = CEUTICAL = SEIRE = SEVENTY.

AZ 131 = HAPPY MISSION ACCOMPLISHED DAY = O HOUSE OF AARON, TRUST IN THE LORD.

Brian said...

Thanks, roger, for this. I have to admit that conspiracy theories did float through my head when I read the news, but as you point out, why would they even need to kill her? She was no threat to them, as THEY suffered nothing.

Anonymous said...

LI, yes, as you say we knew everything and gave a fuck. And she died. That would about sum it up.
Here is another instance, one more time, of why Derrida would write in Spectres that one must not 'let the dead bury the dead.'

Who would want such a thing, in this instance, continue to profit from it. Precisely the prosecutor, the court, the joes and johns who never had to appear in court.

Let the dead bury the dead. No! A thousand times no!

Hey, North, nice to hear from you!

Amie

northanger said...

Hi Amie!

Just caught this bit...

AZ 525 = 3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628034825 3421170679 8214808651 3282306647 = EZEKIEL 33:26 YE STAND UPON YOUR SWORD, YE WORK ABOMINATION, AND YE DEFILE EVERY ONE HIS NEIGHBOUR'S WIFE: AND SHALL YE POSSESS THE LAND?

northanger said...

AZ 347 = 3.1415926535 8979323846 2643383279 5028841971 6939937510 5820974944 5923078164 0628620899 8628 = LIFE'S A POOR PLAYER, THAT STRUTS AND FRETS HIS HOUR UPON THE STAGE, AND THEN IS HEARD NO MORE.