Sid Thomas S*-ing to Power

S*-ing to Power **** S is for Sign, * is for Use. S*, as in S*-ing, is for SLINGING THE SHLONG AGAINST PHILOSOPHICAL AND OTHER ABUSE (Let S* be verse, picture, symbology, rant, whatever talks eternal, American, now) The world is ready and waiting for what we can do here. As John Calvin put it, differently, "It's up to you."

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Sunday, August 07, 2005

God and Son -- Tickle-Sex tokens

God and Son

Tokens of Re-pube Tickle-Sex grammar

Tickle-sex is tickling someone to the point of orgasmic response. The orgasm reflex, itself, Wilhelm Reich established, is sudden discharge of energy accumulated by sexual stimulation. The psychoanatomical formula is: arousal (anticipation of pleasure pleasurable in itself)-- tension build-up-- discharge (acme of pleasure) -- relaxation. Reich compared it to a kind of biological cleansing process, because the discharge is accompanied by spontaneous involuntary movements as if the body were relieving itself of a ‘stuffed’, congested condition the undischarged energy brings. In the best (most pleasureable) cases, the involuntary movements are rhythmic, non-spasmodic peristaltic undulatory contraction-releases, as in excretion of waste and childbirth. In less satisfying cases, it is herky-jerky, spasmodic, with relaxation of tension only partially attained, minus pleasure. At worse: sustained painful non-release. Tickling is the stimulation of extremely sensitive areas, or “hot spots”, that induce pre-sexual effects (giggling, spasmodic reactions) that go over into non-orgasmic spasmodic convulsions. It is a cruel, sadistic, abusive parody of the gift of sexuality.

This behavior can be replicated without actual contact by substituting words and pictures for stimuli. The abusive pattern of “making love” typically follows this development:

A person – young male, say --comes to understand that something they do gets a certain kind of reaction from other: his girlfriend. This “thing they do” may well be mostly unconscious, an expression of ingrained personality.

Because it is ‘different’, ‘cute’, and ‘pleasing’ in that subtle but apparently innocuous way, the girl finds being with him fun, at first. Indeed, since such stuff is a normal part of sexuality, if there is no deep problem, such behavior may get built into the relationship as a way of getting down to doing it. With no glaring abnormality.

But unless other, richer, interactions develop, he over-doing that thing he does until it ‘cloys’, and she begins to pull away.

Not understanding – “It’s what she liked me for in the first place, for chrissake” – he begins doing it over and over – “giving her what she likes so she will know I still love her”. If he has been abused and not known innocent pleasures, he may begin to do it over and over, blaming her for not being able to respond. “That’s just the way I am.”

Meanwhile, she, also mostly unconscious of the origins and outcome of real pleasure, perhaps, will be driven to make a stand. Various things may make it impossible to communicate what is going on, that it is his fault, not hers: consideration of his ego and masculinity – not wanting to insult or offend in such a permanent, damning way; not wanting to rock the boat; religious scruples against divorce; out-and-out terror of what he might do if she cut him off entirely, which is beginning to look like the only way out. Unless she is very strong, or the abuse becomes intolerable, most women will stay the course.

If this happens, an adjustment Freud called “reaction-formation” may well set in. At the point where the ‘tickling’ starts up, the revulsion instinctively aroused gets repressed and reversed into its opposite: “I don’t hate it; I love it.” This is the same as what happens in relation to the abusive father in early childhood development that is tinged with sexuality: “I don’t hate him! I love him!”

But Suspicious George will smell a rat. “Oh? Then prove it.” And that, she will have to do, because he is more powerful. Or beatings begin.

The story of Joel Steinberg and Hedda Nussbaum appeas to illustrate this general paradigm. After he beat their adopted daughter to death, Hedda appeared wearing a face battered to a pulp by his fists.

And it is the story of what G.W. Bush and the Re-pube party have done to America. The “One-eyed Jew” TV is their tickle box. Showing the most disgusting, wantonly depraved, grotesque, sadistic, cruel pictures they can find “to get a reaction” – over and over – to a helpless audience; half-nude bodies in increasingly suggestive indecent poses; close up camera angles accentuating the sluttish side of faces and torsos; the mutilated (Larry King program 8.4.05: ‘Quadraplegic murderball’ – Quads in their mechanized wheelchairs banging around a ball, and each other); the dead (Lacy Peterson and her Unborn Son Connor), the psychopaths (Kansas’ BTK killer to defend himself); and what they do to children on a daily basis would make the Roman Emperor Nero blush.

Different groups have their “thing they do”. For Jews, it’s victimology – the “pity me” tribe. If Catholics, its puerile moralizing. If it’s Karl Rove, it’s ‘enemy will kill you’ threats, butt-banging Guckert in Lincoln’s bedroom. If it’s rank and file Xian Evangelicul Re-pubes, it’s anal fixation projected onto homosexuals. If it’s the chimp himself, it’s leading the cheering squad to keep everyone chanting “No! NO! We don’t hate you! We love you!” -- and demanding American citizens give over their freedoms and rights to prove it. In return for which they get the facial do-over Hedda got.. Their “Father” is “God” – John Bolton’s dick up the UN’s ass. His “Son”, their salvation, the one who saves them from the punishment for sinfulness, is Mel Gibson – whamming the nails through Jesus’ palms himself. Made megabucks.

God and Son --

Oh America

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