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Bob Barker Says Lucy Is the Poorest Elephant in the World

Is A Solitary Female Member of a Different Species Held Captive Against Both Law and Nature Worth a 2nd Thought?

"When you get to the bottom of it, it is always greed"--to paraphrase Bob Barker's statement in a Toronto Star interview given after his failure to help Lucy the Elephant retire from the Edmonton Valley Zoo in Alberta, Canada. In 2009 animal activist Bob Barker tried to purchase and retire the long-solitary elephant star of a radically off-climate zoo.

Bob offered money to purchase, treat, and retire to sanctuary Lucy the painting, harmonica playing pachyderm after 40 years of service--in order to send her to warmth and re-elephantation. He was refused on all counts. Lucy has spent her life in servitude, beginning at age 2. She will be 43 in May of 2018.

Allen's "Sacred Art of Pussy Worship": Sexology or Subterfuge?

An Introduction to Ms. Juliet Allen for "Women's Supremacy" readers

by Joan E Thurman

Meet Juliet Allen, a sexologist from down under making great strides in dignifying the irresistible allure of being sexually active for the educated gentlewomen who hasn't the patience to deny her personal appetites or impose upon their potential mates the strict discipline I recommend to make them women's humble servants.

Not every female is interested in seizing the reins of power and using men as God created them to be used, as providers of material security, emotional obedience, and the sexual slavery that is their natural role. I freely admit that a happy, good boy is not every woman's cup of tea. Still, I cannot help but note between the lines of Ms. Allen's  philosophy a variety of latent desire for dominance. As an example I quote here from her "Guide to the Sacred Art of Pussy Worship." Do you not detect a yearning for absolute female power in her introduction? Heaven knows we deserve it:

The sacred art of pussy worship, is it even a thing? Yes, yes it is. And if you’re new to the idea of pussy worship then sit tight, because you’re about to learn a thing or two about what it really means to truly love a woman in her entirety.
Pussy, Yoni, Vagina, Vulva, Cunt, Kitty, Flower … to be honest it really doesn’t matter what we call it, what matters is that we ALL honour and worship every woman’s pussy like a fucking temple. A temple that demands deep reverence, love and full respect.
The gift of the sacred art of pussy worship is that the woman who is receiving can do just that; surrender to the man (or woman) who is worshipping them and receive the gift of presence and pleasure that unfolds .

And for the worshipper, it is a complete honour to worship the pussy that you have chosen, and not surprisingly the practice is often extremely erotic and transformational for both the worshipper, and the worshipped.
What I read between the lines of Ms. Allen is female ambition for dominance over the lesser sex masquerading as spiritual questing. This  may just be the less Draconian approach that many of my readers would prefer to use. I include a link to the exegesis of this Doberman in pussy's fur for aspiring supremacists worldwide for whom the sheepish docility in her selected male target is out of reach. It's a fine idea for some, as are many other of her writings, services, merchandise, and outlook on relations between the sexes. She is a bit more egalitarian than me, but we live in a world of diverse cultures.

Check Juliet's approach (and learn the secrets of pussy worship) via this link: The Sacred Arts of Pussy Worship.  I admire this young woman, but worry that she may taint her chances for unlimited power and money with her airy candor. --jet

CEO Joan E Serves Up Breast to Oil Execs

by Joan E Thurman
2013-10-20.  Face it, all you female CEO's. Being top executive in an industry dominated by men whose family ownership of major corporations goes back for generations has its advantages and its disadvantages. You've earned your position through precise knowledge of the business, including all its screw-ups and cover-ups, too. 

Chickens Can't Be Alonee

by Joan E Thurman
9 November 2017

Joan E asks: 

Have you ever seen how a factory chicken lives and dies?

Gustasus similis pullus
When the Colonel says "We do chicken right!" What he really means is "Our chickens have no rights!" These flightless birds spend their entire lifetime in a cage, immobilized, stuffed with chickenfeed, and shat upon by the upper tier chickens. Then they are murdered, dismembered, deep fried, and devoured; their gnawed bones discarded without a cry, without a prayer, with no betrayal of despair--only a finger-licked memory. 

Calloween Weevo Bemoans Abortion in a Video

by Joan E Thurman
November 15, 2017. Fairland, OK. 
Joan E was surprised to run across Calloween Weevo, an old classmate of Joan e's in Mortuary Sciences 101, featured in a video by Dead wyreS. Joan E's opinion is that the video and song do not further the cause of Women's Supremacy, but what do you think? Inquiring dummies want to know. Your comments would be appreciated.

Killing Your Prick-of-a-Hubby with Hammy, Mammy

How's your love-life, Married Ladies? 
by Joan E Thurman

2013-06-06. Girlfriends, have you ever seen, heard, and smelt a truckload of pigs on their way to the house of slaughter?--a hundred unwashed swine squeezed closely together, squealing and incontinent from terror, their pink noses poking through bars of a death-wagon driven by some grinning, idiotic human male--who watches in his rear-view mirror, laughing his head off at your reaction to the atrocious reek as he s-l-o-w-l-y passes your open convertible.

Men Are the True Whores!

Me llamo Joan E. No soy una puta. Los hombres son los putos.
By Joan E Thurman
for sisters, mothers. aunts, neices, daughters and women and grls everywhere
These women would not be selling sex
if men were not buying it.
My name is Joan E Thurman. I had a typical American girlhood. I made a lot of mistakes. My later, more successful experiences in the kitchen--and also, wrestling in the backseats of cars--may help you avoid bad choices.

Feed 'em Dogpoop with Lots of Hot Sauce! They Won't Know the Dfference.

by Joan E Thurman
Congratulations, Jackass.
Honey'd Wings offer a civilized alternative to the fire-breathing discomfort of hot chicken-wing recipes. Have you ever observed the archetype macho-man as he shows off to his frat brothers by choking down an order of super-extra-spicy "Devil's Spit" wings? He goes red in the face, the sweat begins to pour off of him, he can't even speak for a while--and everybody knows he's not enjoying his wings, he's just proving that he can eat anything.

If You Must Do It, Do It with Flair

My colleague Tommy George has lodged a protest against those depressed persons who insist on committing suicide by blowing their brains out with a shotgun. What inconsiderate sad apples these corpses must have been; and you can bet your bottom dollar that person died knowing that it would be a woman who would clean up his / her unconscionable mess.

I do not recommend that anybody take their own life, but sometimes it seems unavoidable. You may be in great emotional anguish, but this is no reason to put another in a sad mood. As Tommy G says, "Leave 'em laughing with your funniest rictus smile. Click the below graphic to see what I am talking about.

Now there is something I've never seen before. What imagination!