One: The Obvious Truth
Freud has established for all time that a cigar can be a penis substitute.
In the same century a great American has established that while a
woman was only a woman, a good cigar was a smoke. Lighting up and
reflecting on this, Sigmund Freud agreed that a cigar could, in certain
places, be a cigar. For nearly two decades now, millions of American
men, even politicians, has shown themselves to be unable to make this
any reasonable society this signal failure of perception would be
a tragedy shared by both sexes. But fortunately for the future of
the country, millions of American women have lately come to prefer
cigars to penises. The tragedy is also mitigated by the fact that
millions of American men prefer penises to cigar or women. Both of
these responses are islands of light in an era of increasing darkness,
for the central tragedy still remains. For if things are not clearly
out of hand in America's sexual circus (And indeed the declining birth
rate and rising divorce rate demonstrates that things are probably
all too often in hand), then they are at least at sixes and nines.
In this paper we will study the reasons for the decline of the American
Penis, and what can be done to hasten its resurrection.
all people of good will and clear insight will acknowledge, the decline
of the American Penis started with the end of the Apollo flights.
With the final mission returned from the moon and left its golf cart
behind, it was self-evident to everyone except perhaps Norman Mailer
that all things bright, beautiful, large, grand and competent in the
American soul had gone to the moon and stayed there. In like manner
and at about the same time, everything that was large, grand and proficient
about the American Penis went into social orbit and stayed there.
the burial of the space program, the bug-out in Vietnam, the bug-in
at Watergate, the election of a president who wanted to kiss Leonid
Breshnev more than his wife, a president who wanted to kiss anything
but his wife, a president who knew how to get an entire country to
kiss his ass, and a president who kissed the ass of the president
before him, the re-erection of the American Penis (the AP) seems clearly
out of the question. But all is not lost and hope as well as the AP
may well spring eternal.
is possible at the end of the 1990s to detect vague tremors of lust
pulsing through the body politic. Whether these wan flutterings can
be manipulated into a situation that will raise up the AP from its
flaccid state is a grave question confronting all red-blooded Americans
of all sexes. It is especially serious since the trash and clutter
of the 60s, 70s, and 80s has risen so high in the cities, garbage
dumps, government, and recycling centers that the act of springing
Phoenix-like from the smoldering rubbish may well be more than the
AP can manage, even with the help of the ACLU.
the attitude of American liberalism toward the present global state
of the AP may well seem curious to most Americans with an IQ above
room temperature. Just when many Americans think that they should
stand up to the multiple threats to American hegemony, liberals are
still urging them to bend over. The question that keeps electing Republicans
to the White House is why the liberal few (whose penises have long
ceased to perform any function other than elimination, but who still
insist on wearing Patagonia Gortex jogging suits) continue to contribute
to the general noise pollution of the Democrats after decades of the
most brilliant political bungling since the reign of George the Third?
Those in the know realize that liberals are under strict orders from
their masters in Moscow, Peking, Tokyo, and "A Company Called TRW"
to keep Americans confused, abused and bent over lest they straighten
up and fly right.
the truth will out. Even now, at this very moment, Real Americans
from coast to coast are beginning to understand the real story of
how the AP stopped being the big stick and started getting the big
stick. And though this self-knowledge may be as painful as a New Year's
day hangover, continuing in America's current posture promises only
extended pain and death via a lingering illness. Self-knowledge is
the first step to liberation. Eve knew this. Real Americans know it
how did we get here?
Jaws of History"
retrospect, one historic fact seems perfectly clear. The reduction
of the AP was not at all your garden variety Communist Plot. It was,
for the better part of the last 30 years, THE Communist Plot; laid
in Moscow and hatched by American liberals across more than 3 decades.
It was even more effective than the current "You have no Enemy" advertising
and PR blitzkrieg. As Richard Nixon knows, "Those whom the Russians
wish to destroy, they first make mad."
reasonable American would deny that America is currently the looniest
society since Spain during the salad days of the Spanish Inquisition.
Any doubters can be convinced by watching 15 minutes of daytime television
(you can choose the channel),searching for a candidate actually worthy
of a vote, taking a course in any elective at any of our "institutions
of higher learning", driving for two hours anywhere in Los Angeles,
walking for two hours in New York, or listening for ten minutes in
Washington. That the present fabric of American society has been secretly
woven by the descendants of yogurt-guzzling Ukrainian octogenarians
with Groucho Marx eyebrow implants is obvious to any American of mature
years who is not a candidate for office, the host of a TV game show,
or involved in computer and air-conditioning maintenance and repair.
those few who remain unconvinced we only ask that you reflect on the
secret levels of meaning behind recent events such as: the assassinations
of JFK, RFK, MLK, LBJ, Marilyn Monroe, Jim Morrison, John Belushi,
and John Wayne; the deification of Andy Warhol, Jerry Falwell, and
Andrea Dworkin; the advent and demise of snuff-porn, cocaine suppositories,
tie-dyed haircuts, computer games, and the Ralph Lauren lifestyle;
the highly-classified work in genetic engineering that links the Rockefellers,
the Jackson Five, Pepsi Cola, the Symbionese Liberation Army, and
the NAACP; the trans-continental computer whose memory banks are shared
by the IRS, SSA, SSI, MI5, CIA, NSA, UFO, KGB, PLO, ABC, CBS, NBS,
OPEC, and Publisher's Clearing House; the marketing strategy behind
the McDonalds Fishwich and its Strontium-90 tarter sauce; how the
Social Security Administration keeps tabs on hard-core heterosexuals
BY CONCEALING A FLUORESCENT MICRODOT WITHIN THEIR NUMBER; the transformation
of hundreds of good truck stops, warehouses, and roadside diners into
Yuppie nightclubs; the minutes of the meetings of the secret triumvirate
from Red Square that oversees advances in crystal healing, channeling,
Primal Therapy, est, Scientology, and computer programming in Fortran;
the tainted rubles that pushed Norman Mailer, Kate Millet, John Jakes
and Judith Krantz into guest slots on Hollywood Squares; the 55 mile
per hour speed limit; the appointment of the Ayatollah to the star-chamber
chairmanship of "A company called TRW"; the numbered account held
by Henry Kissinger at the First National Sperm Bank of Mill Valley;
the declaration of Sausalito as a "cholesterol free zone"; the revival
and sex change of Truman Capote into Tipper Gore; the phantom hand
that edits People Magazine from deep within the Forbidden City in
Peking; the $7.00 movie ticket; the trepanation of Woody Allen; and
the seventy-five cent coke. All these events and many more are but
separate teeth in "The Jaws of History" that are at this very moment,
ladies and gentlemen, closing around the AP. A brief examination of
the cast-iron bridgework would tell all but the blind that these dentures
are clearly marked "Made In Moscow".
all fairness it must be admitted that the AP is not completely unaware
of its clear and present danger. Indeed, the AP has felt this coming
from a long way off. But the AP is a perverse creature and thought
for many years that it was made of sterner stuff than flesh and was
bigger than "The Jaws of History".
nothing is bigger than "The Jaws of History". Not even the AP.
the triumphant conclusion of the Second World War, the AP was not
only looking good, but doing good. Then disaster struck. It broke
out in a classic case of Victory Rash. The foremost symptom of this
dread affliction (as the French, English, Germans, Japanese and White
Rhodesians have learned to their infinite regret) is the swelling
of the national manhood to dimensions far in excess of its natural
endowment. A secondary symptom compels the afflicted nation to choose
increasingly smaller men as leaders so that the organ, when flourish,
appears to be even smaller than it is; hence the term Napoleonic dwarfism.
At the same time, a side effect of Victory Rash is amnesia in the
body politic causing citizens to actually believe the organ was always
as big as currently perceived. A more disagreeable side effect is
a persistent itch for action that is often mistaken for a feeling
of "Global Responsibility". Such an itch induces constant flourishing,
itching, and handling. Needless to say this only serves to prolong
the infection as well as making for very bad manners in mixed international
decades Victory Rash made the AP forget good grooming, neglect to
brush after every meal, wear silly shoes, and build millions of large
and bizarre automobiles. Being in a constant state of excitation,
the AP intruded its swollen self into many places where it was highly
unwelcome. It often landed on beaches or dropped in unannounced in
areas where its presence was neither requested nor appreciated. For
many years this habit of "date rape" was overlooked by much of the
world since the AP was also in sole possession of the secret of the
big atomic "O". Today, when Victory Rash is epidemic in almost every
country possessed of an ocean of oil, six nuclear devices, or a Thirteenth
Century Religion, the AP is being required to wash its hands, coat
itself with latex, and secure a medical certificate before getting
into bed with anybody, even Mexico. This is quite humiliating. The
fact that there are fewer partners at the International Singles Bar
and that they want gold instead of dollars in advance is a further
blow to the APs feeling of self-worth.
by its own petard and nipped by the Jaws of History, the AP has fallen
on skint times. It has been driven into unsavory and untidy bordellos
such as Pakistan and Grenada. And even in the K-Mart countries it
has found it difficult to seduce anyone for less than $500 million
dollars. And even if a million dollars isn't what it used to be, the
AP is clearly all dressed up with no place to go.
did this happen?
is true that the Russians tricked the AP into this situation in the
way a salesman will buy a client a night on the town in order to cheat
him at tomorrow's power breakfast. It is true that the Europeans have
disliked APs since the Army slept with their mothers and daughters
during and after WWII. It is true that the World loves American music,
television, cigarettes, and denims and detests American citizens.
It is true that it IS a Commie plot. But the whole truth is more complicated.
while it is accurate to say that the AP was led up the garden path
by its friends and its enemies, one still has to recognize that the
AP really WANTED to go up that garden path for a quick tumble in the
bushes. The AP wanted to risk its neck in the Jaws of History. Why?
itself. Deep down the AP was not looking for a one-night-stand, but
for "a deeply fulfilling relationship". What made the AP believe that
anything other than an amoebae has a deeply fulfilling relationship
is information that is lost in the mists of antiquity. The APs compulsion,
however, is well-documented to informed historians along with the
moment on the garden path when it began its long journey to oblivion.
signal error, the fatal mistake, the wrong move, began when the AP
forgot the one rule that philandering husbands and wives the world
over never forget: It is one thing to play around out in the world,
but never do it at home.
home in America, the AP began to foul its own nest early in the 1960s.
Some might place the blame on the writings of Dr. Spock in the previous
decade. This is error. Contrary to popular belief, Dr. Spock never
advocated that adults adjust to children, but that children adjust
to adults. The fact that America has failed to produce an adult since
the death of Franklin Delano Roosevelt is certainly not the fault
of Dr. Spock.
the watershed event of the 1960s that led to the present state of
the AP was an event peculiar to that peculiar time. It came about
when the AP allowed its Pinko-Liberals to release Free Speech from
the closet and dump it into the streets. Now Free Speech is a fine
thing in its place. Its place, however, is not in the streets which
are rightfully reserved for essential services such as police cars,
gang wars, parades, and fast-food restaurants. Although this should
have been clear to everyone, Free Speech was dragged kicking and screaming
and whooping it up out into the streets and deposited there looking
about as appealing as Jimmy Hoffa in a Jiffy Bag. Then the AP refused
to come bravely forward and remove Free Speech from the streets and
put it back where it belonged on the Op-Ed pages of the New York Times.
this doleful failure of nerve?
reason that AP did not squash Free Speech like a cockroach was an
entirely selfish one. It has allowed itself to be convinced that Free
Speech meant (soon) Free Love. And it also thought that Free Love
meant Real Love. Again, the gullible AP was taken in by an obfuscation
that the Communists have known to be false ever since the Bolsheviks
tried Free Love for a half-hour after lunch on May 1,1918 and gave
up sex completely right after. Unknown to the AP, what Free Speech
and Free Love really meant was not that it would get laid more often,
but that it would be screwed more frequently.
AP failed to recognize that Free Speech was more addicting than crack
and would infect millions of citizens who, left to themselves, would
never have thought of it. As a result Free Speech and Free Love not
only stimulated a lot of harmless clones like Jerry Rubin, Eldridge
Cleaver, Germaine Greer, and Johnny Carson, but also created some
really dangerous enemies of the social order like Oprah Winfrey, Jann
Wenner, and "A Company Called TRW".
the 1970s were a time of deep and dreamless sleep for the AP and it
ignored the alarming phenomena of Free Speech. Why? Because for many
years the AP WAS getting laid more frequently and with greater intensity.
After the 1950s this was a relief. Still, as the years rolled over
the AP became dimly aware that the number of bodies involved in its
nocturnal activities seemed to be increasing to crisis proportions
until the American bedroom was seeing more foot traffic than the waiting
areas at Port Authority Terminal in New York City.
immediate solution, one that worked for awhile, was to install a hot
tub outdoors or down in the rumpus room with a gigantic filter system
to keep the water from getting too milky and a huge stereo system
to drown the shrieks and screams coming from the bedroom where many
people not tied in place were down on their hands and knees sniffing
some point, the AP noticed that its date didn't seem to be the same
person it went home with. It noticed that the refreshments were no
longer fruit juices and delicate smoking herbs, but cortical stimulants
and powders that numbed the skin. Late in the dark and steaming nights
of the 1970s, all the females had had enough of this foolishness and,
when people in overalls came through the rumpus room waving maps to
the long lost Camelot of Clitoria, they packed up their bags and left
the party with not so much as a by your leave. The next thing the
AP knew it was no longer in a cozy rumpus room and redwood hot tub,
but somewhere on the waterfront in a tiled and humid series of rooms
surrounded by people wearing needlepoint bath towels and silly mustaches.
It was shortly thereafter that the AP came to the painful realization
it was no longer getting laid, but being screwed.
in order to find a deeply meaningful relationship it was going to
have to find its way out of this tiled maze where more petrochemical
byproducts were being consumed than in the state of Alaska.
staggering out into the grim cold dawn near the New York docks at
the end of an evening that had started in a rumpus room in Mill Valley,
the AP began to wander aimlessly across the trackless leisure world
of America. Amazingly enough, it found that everything had changed
from what, to the AP, was only the day before. For the AP it had seemed
to be but a day, but it was really more like fifteen years and the
AP felt like Rip Van Winkle's winky.
had it been? What had it ingested? What had it done? To whom and with
what? Why did it have a two-toned mohawk hairdo. How soon would the
marks on its back heal? Should it make an appointment with a leading
proctologist? The last thing it remembered was letting Free Speech
out of the closet and into the streets, and...
speech had so besotted the AP with Free Love that it had forgotten
to close and lock the closet. Suppressing a shudder, it took a bus
to its rose-covered bungalow in the heartland and looked into the
the closet was bare.
only had Free Speech and Free Love come out, but everything else had
tumbled out and rolled away into the streets. This was an unmitigated
centuries, the AP had been taking every half-baked notion that had
come to the door and stuffing it in the closet. It was getting very
crowded in there by 1965, and the AP had meant to get organized someday
and toss most of these ideas whose time should never come into the
dust bin of history, but it always seemed to have better things to
do--such as creating The Dustbuster and Lemon Scented Pledge. Now
it was too late.
all the raving idiocies, tacky trends, and flaky modes of living of
more than two centuries of brilliant repression were amok in the land.
Not only Free Speech and Free Love, but far worse ideas such as The
Free Press, The Freedom of Information Act, Computer Dating and Conferencing,
the ERA, The Right to Life, Television Evangelists, Lesbian Mothers
for Peace, The Gray Panthers, Gay Lib, Women's Lib, Kid's Lib, Animal
Rights, Junk Bonds, Risk Arbitrage, Debased Coinage, Single's Bars,
Porn Calls, Manifest Destiny, Pass-Fail college courses, Ms. Magazine,
Mother Jones, People, Ramtha, The Whole Earth Shoe Company, Gortex,
Marriage Counseling for Homosexuals, Designer T-Shirts, Perrier Ice
Cubes, Blush Wine, Do-it-yourself divorce, and "A Company Called TRW".
All the worst of the American way, all the off-brand lifestyles that
no sane society would allow outside of its zoos or trailer parks.
the America of the late 1980's all these very sick monkeys were washing
fruit in the gutters of the American streets and, in truth, the streets
were looking a lot like the zoos. They were looking almost as bad
as the AP felt and, after fifteen years in the Paradise Room at the
Crisco Disco, the AP did not feel very chipper. Depressed to the point
of eating its gun, the AP moved away from the closet and looked out
of its chintz-curtained windows down along Main Street which was now
a fetid mass of Hamburger Hamlets, Pop-Tart Take-Out Stands, Porno
Shops, Junkies, Bad Poets, Hookers, Orange Juice Carts, Politicians,
Illiterate Urchins in BMWs, and large shopping malls advertising a
week-end special in inflatable Nancy Reagan love dolls.
it meditated on this bleak vista, the doorbell rang twice. When the
AP answered it he found himself face to face with a bearded young
banker in a day-glo leisure suit brandishing a coffee table sized
Filofax. The obviously organized banker informed the AP that the mortgage
rate on the bungalow was 33.3%, compounded hourly with an adjustment
for the stagflation expect sometime in the next decade. He then noted
that the AP had been a party animal and out of work for fifteen years,
couldn't make the payments, and that he was foreclosing on the house
but that the AP could buy it back for $850,000 which was 10% the going
rate for a one- bedroom bungalow in this desirable part of town. With
that the banker suspended the AP's credit cards, blew it a kiss and
asked it for a date.
was at that moment that the AP felt the first real nip of the Jaws
of History as they began to tighten. It woke up from its pastoral
stupor. It began to get angry. It turned red. It started to swell.
It invaded Grenada and cut off Daniel Ortega's supplies of designer
a bit like its old self, the AP sighed, packed its knapsack with a
few light neutron bombs and some rusty b-52s full of Agent Orange
and an All Third World Volunteer Army, drew Three Trillion Dollars
out of the bank, and bid a sad farewell to Main Street. On the way
out of town, he forced one of the Nancy Reagan love dolls to give
it a kiss and then stepped boldly up to the Freeway entrance under
the sign that said "Quayle Country This A Way." After all, it had
nothing else to do with its time and no where else to go.
for a lift in a Japanese mini-van, the American Joint felt that times
were out of joint. Money didn't help and the recession was just around
the corner and it was still not any closer to a really fulfilling
relationship. What had gone wrong? What was it to do? How would it
ever get its sex life on track and teach pipsqueak countries to respect
it? What was to be done?
Is To Be Done?"
any acute observer, foreign or domestic, the root cause of the present
American Penis Crisis is that the AP simply does not know its place.
Though the AP is seen alarmingly often these days, it is rarely spotted
in or near its natural habitat, the American Woman. Search any of
these traditional nesting grounds for this elusive form of life and
you will almost assuredly fail to flush it out. When the AP is sighted
it is usually flitting around something it has no real interest in
such as Quebec, The Persian Gulf, or Margaret Thatcher. Or it is endeavoring
to penetrate something it can never hope to fill, such as South Africa
or the Mind of Morton Downey Junior.
,the AP pops up where it is least expected, usually in ads for designer
jeans, Italian shoes, or Yassar Arafat headwear. Like Jerry Brown
and Ralph Nadar it lingers where it is no longer wanted, but is seldom
found in the State Department or the Pentagon. Long ago, the AP walked
and talked like John Wayne or Cary Grant. In the mid- seventies it
began to resemble Burt Reynolds (in itself a very bad sign). In the
eighties it began to mince Travolta style and lately its been looking
like Arnold Schwartzenegger in one of David Rockefeller's suits. This
is merely natures way of signaling imminent extinction.
it is no longer good enough to blame the Communists or even "A Company
Called TRW". They have done their dirty work and departed to let nature
take its course. The duty of all true Americans is to save the AP
not from its enemies but its own bad habits; habits that have drained
this once vital organ until it is a mere self of its former shell.
a tough job and a dirty job but someone has to do it. Yes, the AP
must now give up oral sex, masturbation, and the missionary position.
measures, to be sure. Critics will say that such a wide-ranging reform
cannot be accomplished without massive economic dislocation, spiraling
unemployment, a purge in the standard of living and the central committee
of the Communist party, and overall loss of consumer confidence in
the American orgasm.
these wimpy-liberals we make two iron-clad responses:
only alternative is the extinction of the American Penis and the end
of sex as we know it.
if all the above situations were to occur in the wake of reform, most
Americans below the level of Donald Trump would not know the difference.
no demur is possible to these conditions, let us examine the bad habits
of the AP and how we are to break them and restore it to the apple-cheeked,
plate-breaking rigidity of its youth.
is not an historical accident that the rise of the Women's Liberation
movement parallels the rise in this pointless sexual parody. Thousands
of articles in leading and underground magazines along with millions
of hours of wheezing radio call-in shows and turgid afternoons with
Oprah have all conspired to convince the AP that the American woman
not only enjoys oral sex, but demands it. This is a base canard hoist
by its own petard.
notion that American women crave to spend their leisure time emulating
Linda Lovelace in her classic crystal meth period, teenage virgins
striving to make prom queen, or Dan Quayle during his last job interview
is false on the face of it. When one reflects that no woman had even
heard of oral sex before the inflight inauguration of Lyndon Johnson,
it is further evidence that the American woman views oral sex as but
a means to an end--alimony, in or out of wedlock, or as a way to decrease
the tedium of long bus rides.
self-styled senescent authorities such as Masters and Johnson would
have us believe that oral sex is an act of love, of giving, of submission
to the great tidal surges of the universal sea of the self. Pure humbug.
Oral sex is a quickie, pure and simple. Always has been, always will
be. Today's modern American executrix, if she has not given up on
men who cannot advance her career completely, knows at long last what
she wants. And she does not want a quickie. She wants a longie or
cash on the barrel head head. If oral sex cannot lead to multiple
orgasms or multiple millions, the American woman, following the lead
of Brook Shields, wants a ticket out of the whole disgusting business.
Besides, with the advent of "Revenescence by Revlon", sperm is no
longer necessary to maintain a flawless complexion.
view of the debasing nature of oral sex when forced on the previously
unsullied mantle of American womanhood, how did the AP come to prefer
it to all other forms of interpersonal communication? We return to
our fundamental proposition that the AP simply does not know its place.
And this failing can be laid at the door of only one group in American
society, the Environmentalists.
is not to be gainsaid that during the last 30 years the Environmentalists
have convinced the AP to leave its traditional habitats to their care
and conservation. As a result, the rootless AP has sought out odd
and exotic, eco- niches such as South-East Asia, Leather Bars, and
the San Fernando Valley. This migratory malfunction has, like the
unbridled lust for oral sex, struck so deep into the pith and fiber
of the AP that it is, at this very moment, seeking to insinuate itself
into openings much smaller than itself or into those that do not exist
at all. Such a derangement can be glimpsed in all the chatter about
making the Libertarians a viable third party instead of a safe haven
for political loonies of all stripes, or converting grade-A American
corn into gasoline instead of reserving it for essential items such
as Bourbon or Aunt Jemima's Microwavable Corn Muffin Mix.
sex, a prime element of the decor in the environmental labyrinth of
the 1980s, is an evolutionary cul-de-sac if there ever was one. But
does the Environmental Lobby point this out? Not at all. They prefer
to keep the AP out of position so that they can use a number of otherwise
prime sites for nuclear breeder reactors and brothels for such obtuse
uses as breeding sites for Whooping Cranes and Passenger Pigeons.
This when every urban core in the land has more pigeons than rats
and not nearly enough landfill for public housing which could affordably
be built on radioactive waste sites. While the Environmental Lobby
and the ACLU stress the clear and present dangers of providing IUDs
to Iguanas, they do not take one second to speak about the dangers
of oral sex to ourselves and our posterity. Their very silence convicts
cannot be stressed too forcefully that oral sex, in most cases, comes
equipped with teeth. And when these teeth are implanted into the jaws
of history, the AP ventures into such humid realms at its own risk.
The obviously debilitating effects of oral sex can be seen in the
seriously declining birth rate in the film, recording, and fashion
industry, or by how far the number of declared transsexuals exceed
operations performed under the auspices of the American Medical Association
or "A Company Called TRW".
we must take up masturbation.
is not a misnomer. It is a wet dream from which the AP must struggle
to awake. For when oral sex is not to be had, due to a shortage of
partners or funds, masturbation takes a grip on the imagination of
the AP, and deposits money into the pockets of Polaroid. To make up
for the fact that masturbation lacks the risky thrill of oral sex,
many besotted environmentalists have advocated the rape of oven-warmed
citrus fruits. While this indulgence may prevent the AP from contracting
scurvy, it does little to restore its self-esteem or hold down the
cost of Florida grapefruit.
like oral sex and free speech must be expunged from the memory glands
of the AP like other similar concepts such as the Conquest of Space,
the Summer of Love, and Jimmy Carter -- all of which "seemed like
a good idea at the time." Once and for all, the AP must be made to
see that masturbation is not only strictly for jerks, but actually
does induce curvature of the spine. This alarming side effect not
only makes autofellation possible but necessary since no sophisticated
American woman would be caught dead with a hunchback unless he happened
to own a lot of supertankers, several Greek islands, and an inoperable
oral sex and masturbation are the central compulsions that have put
the AP in its present not-so- special state. Modesty forbids us extending
our analysis into the love that dares not speak its name. How can
we then cure the AP of its compulsions and put it back in its historic
position on top of the American woman? Leaving aside the logistical
difficulties of convincing any American woman to get back on the bottom,
we propose enlisting her aid in a forceful method that is sure to
put the AP back in the pink. It may be forceful but it is necessary.
Like any addict, the AP has only one path to a cure. Yes, its cold
turkey time for the AP.
the American Sexual Circus has come up with one healthy set of sexual
rituals that is tailor-made for the AP in its current condition: Bondage.
The American Woman simply ties the hands of the AP (eliminating masturbation),
applies a gag (eliminating oral sex and pathetic whining), and inserts
a cork (eliminating the unmentionable). Then, donning appropriate
protective gear, she simply sits astride the AP and waits.
or later, after denying it all other possibilities for a meaningful
relationship and fulfilling self-expression, the AP will come to its
senses and beg for release. Any release. Even straight heterosexual
release. It is then, and only then, that the American woman can apply
her own rigorous discipline and wean the AP from its jaded lifestyle
and lead it back to its rightful place in the Family of Man -- under
the American Woman.
once again do we demonstrate that the only hope for American manhood
is to be found in the ruthlessness of American womanhood and its determination
to erect a penis it can live with, and be proud to show in family
photograph albums. Nothing less than a strict application of the ties
that bind can save the AP from destruction. Only if the American woman
can comprehend recent historical trends and, through sacrifice, reverse
them by applying the Dialectics of Discipline can Phallicus Americani
be rescued from the waters of oblivion. It is rumored that Mr. Gorbachev
has already had a glass and mahogany case that once contained a Dodo
cleaned out and place next to his daybed in the Kremlin. Only a rumor,
but the warning is clear.
hundred years ago, our forefathers, faced by a threat from without
and treason from within, had the discipline to buckle down, get straight,
and thus keep their heads, lives, fortunes, sacred honor, and APs.
We urge all Americans still in possession of a penis to pay close
heed to our review of recent history, and to meditate seriously on
our proposal for triumphing over a situation that has already claimed
the penises of millions of our fellow countrymen.
the member you save could be your own.