“His response was to fight it with the only weapons at hand—passive resistance and open displays of contempt.” ― Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
Chris shows up at my apartment one day, enraged. On the verge of divorce.
Related story: The Jewish tribal practice of circumcision is evident everywhere the Jewish-Catholic conspiracy excercises authority. Circumcision is highly political, and American women are evolving to understand this.
His wife, you see, a Mexican, from the hotter regions in the south, had sent him a photograph. Of his infant son, splayed like baby Jesus on a towel, and, circumcised, googly eyed; splayed nonetheless.
Penis, prominently displayed. It’s their tradition, she said.
Chris was enraged- incensed- incanted; that a heathen girl from Oaxaca- a girl who danced in discos wearing see-through clothing; that the mother of his child would send baby penis pictures through U.S. mails- he was apoplectic.
Maybe, because the blackmailers and perverts work in government; maybe because exploitation of narratives begin and end there, with government perversion.
Or, maybe somewhere deep inside he realized that the mutilation of a boys future by rabbi’s and doctors begins with mothers who circumcise boys.
But he was positively indicted by his future wifes uncouth explication of her pride- her pride in birthing a penis, a penis that would come to America.
Or, he was just unaware that Latin culture adulates baby penises: that Latin mothers kiss, nibble, pull on, and masturbate little boys. So prominently in fact, that when Elian Gonzalez was returned to his father in Cuba after the mothers family kidnapped him, his grandmother grabbed his penis while reporters looked on.
Its “normal” there, and little boys are apparently photographed nude as family keepsakes.
Chris- not so much, and enraged over it-not that 1 cm piece of skin, lopped off a boy- but enraged over a penis in a photograph; a photograph of “diminished value.”
Another attempt to say it plain, which is, even then not simple.