Too much! Who has the barf bag?
Just what homage does Paul Kneisel - the same whose Computer Kills
Fascists - imagine he is paying to truth and proportionality by
introducing us to Nina Hartley? How many Berkeley faculty brats
with a magna cum laude degree in a marketable skill does he imagine
populate the bordellos, strip joints and porn studios of the world?
And how much of a connection is there between her polished ideological
trumpetings and the terms of Fred Lane's original request?
There may indeed be some brainy existentialist adventurers in
the various departments of the sex trade, women who could provide
an interesting night for sophisticated tycoons like Donald Trump,
and probably sometimes do, but the majority are not writing the folks
about life in the big city, and they go home to a ratty apartment
where a child or two, the fruit of earlier man-confusions,
may or may not have been properly watched by an enterprising neighbor.
Furthermore, through a lapsed acquaintance with a human cockroach in
the business I can report that snuff flicks are still being produced
around the world, that the abuse in torture flicks is often real and
concealed in its intent until undertaken (Authenticity ueber alles!),
and that Third World villages, not red-diaper cribs in the Bay Area,
are the sources of most of the trade's expendable flesh.
You have given the lunatic right its poster-bitch of the year, Paul,
and really not done much else. You might actually kill a few fascists
this time: through uncontrollable laughter.
valis
