Enema Play and Enema Torture - For the Greater Good

Posted by The Happy Tutor

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The following text is found in (pick one)

a) Eros Boutigue's product offerings

b) Guantanamo Bay Military Intelligence Standard Operating Procedure Manual

Enema Play and Enema Torture are virtually one and the same. Our Enema play section gives enema play and enema torture enthusiasts a wide variety of enema play toys to review and choose from.

At least right and left can agree on one thing, the pleasures and utility of D/s. The future is bright for Wealth Bondage. American Military Intelligence will soon replace the SS, sadistic sex fiend, as the stock figure of charismatic evil in the global cultural unconscious. GI enema memorabilia from Guantanamo Bay, and bondage gear from Abu Ghraib, will sell on the black market for prices as high as SS daggers. The unholy power of sexual humiliation will, in the world's erotic dream life, crown the CIA officer as the successor to Satan, amd the great favorite of litterateurs. "Evil be thou my good!"

As Clinton's stock rose when he got a blow job from an intern, I predict that Bush's will rise when he is credited with auhorizing forced enemas. To the cultural unconscious it is an illicit thrill either way. Moralizing only masks the gleeful pleasure in imagining ourselves to have such power, and to get away with its abuse. Bush provides both the pleasures of cruelty and credible alibis.

In a dream vision, I saw, or seemed to see, a cocky choir boy, an Angel, with the enema nozzle peeking out from behind his back, through the feathers of his milky white wings.

"Who me? Never seen that thing before. I have no idea where it goes. If I were to shove this up your ass, that would be contrary to American Values now wouldn't it? So, this never happened. Your suffering will be forgotten. To the victors go the history books. That is my face on MT Rushmore. Reality is whatever I say it is. Any foreigner I call a terrorist is a terrorist until I say he isn't. I can round him up and torture him to death with no problem. I am above international law. I don't need no stinking badge and I don't need to ask anyone's permission, or answer to any global test. My torture centers are outside US jurisdictions. So give up all hope ye who enter here. No one gives a shit whether you live or die. Bend over, I am going to enjoy this."

Comments

[Harry]

I think we need to use enema bags with jolly rogers on them as our ensign, Tutor. The stars and stripes has gotten old and tired.

[Dick]

This whole conversation is in deplorable taste. Let's give our betters the benefit of the doubt, Harry. The election has left us a divided nation. We who are better bred will not wrinkle our noses at the fetid stench. (I will not say of what, some rotten thing, or worse, a backed up drain, a dead bird in the attic?) Good manners demand that we not mention the unmentionable. Bad things happen in war, as Rumsfeld observed. And it is best to leave such things in the hands of the proper authorities. On the whole life is good. Market is up. Taxes down. My expertise in 18th century sermons is finally being recognized, and I look forward to leaving my entire collection as a lasting legacy to the Beinnecke library at Yale in honor of Mummy. Must scoot. More anon!

[Harry]

Don't get your bowels knotted over this, Dick. Cretins like Rumsfeld have to work overtime to undo the good work and genuine good will of the other 98% of humanity.

[klaus]

Good work, Dick. Bad things happen to Good Wars: call it the Sot-Weed Factor.

[Candidia]

Harry, history is the shadow great men and women. The rest are forgotten. Guess which category you are in? The strong prevail because they have the cunning and the courage to do what the weak do not. Your worldview has perished. You have outlived your time. History has spoken. Your cries are those the broken man beneath chariot wheels of American Greatness.

[Harry]

It's funny that you mention chariot wheels, Candidia. I make a nice piece of change driving for the Christian limousine service on weekends. Al has a good heart. When the Kerry people had me shitcanned from a paid gig getting voters to register, Al was ready to help me out.