SCUM MANIFESTO Echoes 82

They’ve got us by the balls and won’t let go.

The recent electoral participation which we only just achieved a couple of years ago, as well as the right to absorb a male birth control pill must not encourage us to indulge in laziness. We must not lose sight of this relentless fight, which is only the tip of the iceberg of possibility.

They are running the show, let us rip the whip right off of their hands!

Once upon a time, things used to be different. You can entirely trust me, it has been evidenced by many literary and philosophi-cal works that have been silenced, censored, destroyed.

They have re-written History into Herstory, telling us stories.

They make us buy into their stories and swallow their pills!

Look at these lovely flowers on my left.

They too are toxic.

Let us tell them with flowers!

An Iridaceae and Madeira cane decoction. The ingestion of the Iridacea plant’s bulbous part provokes ataraxia, motor function disruption, limited coordination of body extremities, nausea, di-arrheas, colics and cramps, heart arrhythmia, bradycardia, a heart rate below 60 beats per minute, hypotonia and low blood pres-sure. A single bite on the stem of the Madeira cane or Dieffen-bachia may cause severe throat irritation and render you voiceless. In some cases, the irritation may provoke a swollen tongue, la-boured breathing, or even necrosis.

Let Penthesilea — the icon of the feminist governmental faction — absorb a few swigs of it, her throat swelling like that jerk of a frog that puffed itself out. Let her pass the cup to her girlfriends, these second-rate female ministers who use moon waxing as an