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.