The Pendulum Swings Back…

“Quick, redraw the map again, Bob, looks like Kansas may’ve finally come to its senses… ”

From CNN, via Raw Story:

TOPEKA, Kansas (AP) — The Kansas Board of Education on Tuesday repealed sex education policies enacted last year, the latest move by the moderate majority to undo efforts by conservatives when they dominated the board.

One rescinded policy recommended that schools stress abstinence until marriage, while the other urged school districts to get parental permission before students could attend human sexuality classes.

On a 6-3 vote, the board replaced the policies with one that recommends “abstinence plus” sex education programs and leaves it up to the state’s 296 school districts to decide whether to get parental permission.

The “abstinence plus” program stresses abstinence before marriage, while also urging schools to give students information about birth control and prevention of sexually transmitted diseases.

It’s not the first time the Kansas authorities have had to rescind loony legislation put forward by wingnuts:

In February, the board repealed science standards backed by social conservatives and switched to ones that treat evolution as well-supported by research. The standards, which take effect next school year, are used to develop tests to measure how well students learn science.

The old standards, endorsed by supporters of “intelligent design,” questioned the theory of evolution.

A bit of common sense at last, and about bloody time too.

The Big Swingin’ Dick’s Been Busy Swingin’

dept. of dubious rumors
Oh Hey, Cheney’s Maybe On the DC Madam’s List

Thanks to the 700 people who sent in the latest “anything’s possible” rumor from angry local blogger Wayne Madsen. Here’s the new Contract With America: We will post it, and you will quit e-mailing it to us. Okay? Okay.

The “former CEO” supposedly on the DC Madam’s phone list is “former” Halliburton CEO Dick Cheney. He paid money to some poor girl and stuck his thing in her deal. ABC News all but dropped the story when Cheney threatened to jam that prop phone up three feet up the ass of Brian Ross. That’s why the formerly explosive scandal story instead got seven minutes at the end of whatever ABC News show Friday night.

There, are you people happy now? Didn’t think so. Do you know why we’re underwhelmed by this rumor? Because even if it’s a fact, which it probably is, there’s no way it would have any impact on Cheney’s “career.” This is a draft-dodging half-human war criminal with a pregnant lesbian daughter who tells senators to fuck themselves and shoots his own friends in the face. Ordering an outcall hooker is positively innocent compared to the well-known things Cheney does every day.

Cheney Rumor You Have To Scroll Down For Because Wayne Madsen Still Doesn’t Know What a Permalink Is

Given that the escort agency’s speciality was ‘fantasy sex play’ I bet a shooting in the face was involved there somewhere. Or maybe a game of of ‘you be the insurgent, I’ll be the marine captain’ or maybe he just wanted to be told a bedtime story about Jimmyjeff, the commander in chief and the tin of bald-head polish.

I could go on with this for hours…

War By Other Means

It’s a tragic and criminal fact that where there’re modern armies there’s prostitution, child sex and human traffickingHalliburton and Dyncorp in the Balkans war being a case in point – but prosttution was never historically organised openly by the Army command structure – was it? Shadow of The Hegemon has an outraged post at what’s emerged about the US’ postwar occupation of Japan: :

The Americans Kept Comfort Women

There are times when I feel that there’s no real point to keeping one of these things up… when I look at the readership stats and think “is it really necessary”?

Then I read something like this, and remember what it really is… a place to be able to speak out, at least in some small way, and say that THIS IS INTOLERABLE.

Japan’s abhorrent practice of enslaving women to provide sex for its troops in World War II has a little-known sequel: After its surrender — with tacit approval from the U.S. occupation authorities — Japan set up a similar “comfort women” system for American GIs.

An Associated Press review of historical documents and records shows American authorities permitted the official brothel system to operate despite internal reports that women were being coerced into prostitution. The Americans also had full knowledge by then of Japan’s atrocious treatment of women in countries across Asia that it conquered during the war.

Tens of thousands of women were employed to provide cheap sex to U.S. troops until the spring of 1946, when Gen. Douglas MacArthur shut the brothels down.

The documents show the brothels were rushed into operation as American forces poured into Japan beginning in August 1945.

“Sadly, we police had to set up sexual comfort stations for the occupation troops,” recounts the official history of the Ibaraki Prefectural Police Department, whose jurisdiction is just northeast of Tokyo. “The strategy was, through the special work of experienced women, to create a breakwater to protect regular women and girls.”…

And now we’re finding out that the single most egregious crime of the Imperial Japan, sexual coercion (if not out and out slavery), was enthusiastically embraced by the American occupation? That the “heroes” of the Pacific War, the lions of history, the grandfathers and great-grandfathers that all Americans look up to and venerate were lining up en masse to pay to violate some poor Japanese girl over, and over, and over again?

With the official sanction of the American occupational government?

INTOLERABLE.

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We hear so little about other places in the world under historic American or allied occupation protection that it’s easy to forget that US and allied troops have been stationed for many years in large numbers elsewhere than Iraq or Afghanistan. Japan, for instance. It’s easy to take no notice of what they’ve been up to there when there’s much more exciting, photogenic stuff happening elsewhere. So when what really happened comes out, no wonder people are shocked.

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Comment of The Day

Ah, so that’s what that wince was all about…

Today’s comment (or yesterday’s really but I’m catching up) comes from a very frank thread at Feministe that spun out of a post about blogger ‘Ace’ and his pork product/female genitalia confusion into a wideranging conversation on which intimate physical matters women feel comfortable discussing in public. Read the whole thread, it ‘s very entertaining, and enlightening too if you’re a bit ignorant about women’s bits.

bbrugger Says:
April 30th, 2007 at 2:23 pm

Heh. I don’t deliberately talk extra-loud in public spaces, but I tend to be pretty matter of fact and open. And these days, being 51 and in that happy state known as peri-menopause I have a whole new realm of things to share.

Hot flashes? Sounded like a fine idea back in my “I’m always cold” days. Now? Not so much. Hot flashes AND menstrual cramps? Totally not fair. I’d like a nice quiet word with the design team, please. And a two-by-four.

The wash your hands story above reminds me: Years ago I was at an event with camping and these palatial communal showers. One morning as about a dozen of us women were showering and dressing a young woman came in. She discovered that the basket of shower supplies she’d brought didn’t have any soap, someone offered her theirs and the conversation went on.

About the time the young woman was shyly informing us she’d met a nice young man and spent some quality time with him she poured a nice dollop of (excuse the all caps, this is a safety announcement) LIQUID PEPPERMINT SOAP into her hand and began to ‘clean house’.

Her eyes went very wide. She gave one of those long in-drawn gasps that you just know is going to result in ear-splitting shrieks. And she took about three steps straight up into the air. It was like something out of a RoadRunner cartoon.

It took four of us to wrestle her back under the shower flow to rinse it off.

We became quite good friends, and she took a great deal of delight in telling people how we’d met.

[…]

Evidently it put her completely off all things peppermint for some time afterwards. Starlight mints. Mint chocolate chip ice cream. Peppermint schapps. The scented candle set her mother gave her for the holidays. All of them gave her, as she put it, the female equivalent of the sympathetic cringe guys do when someone in a movie kicks a male character in the balls.

The noise that goes with that cringe is a slightly strangled ‘eeee’.