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The Boulder Public Library�s latest presentation of �art� is the proud hanging of twenty-one ceramic severed penises from the library ceiling, in full view of patrons, including children. At one end of the rope that holds the penises is a noose. The exhibit is called �Hung Out to Dry.�

This subtle message is sponsored by � guess who � those compassionate, loving folks in the billion-dollar-a-year Women�s� Shelter industry, a gender-supremacist monster that in Boulder calls itself �Safehouse.�

Karen Ripley, director of �cultural programs� for the library, claims that she is �stunned� at objections to the exhibit. She comments, �Men find this disturbing, but women find it amusing.�

Severed penises amuse American women. In our sick, sick land, this I do not doubt. I wonder if Ms. Ripley and her sisters would find it �amusing� if male library administrators hung a couple dozen ceramic severed breasts around the rooms, and labeled it �How to Cure Mad Cow Disease�?

No, indeed. Everyone connected to the outrage would be fired the next day. The �artist� would be castigated. An avalanche of lawsuits would ensue. Women would burn the city to the ground.

Boulder City Planner Julia Wrapp, on viewing the psychological rape, noted, �I think it�s rather powerful, myself.�

Indeed. I�m sure that Ms. Wrapp is absolutely giddy with the emotional rush of �empowerment� that symbols of male genital mutilation stimulates. No wonder Islamic males resist Americanization with such ferocity.

For forty years Americans have been assured that a �War on Women� is being waged by the culture. In fact, the exact opposite has occurred. America has engaged for the past four decades in a psychotic, vengeful, malicious annihilation of masculinity, abetted by every institution and agency of the State, and by popular mandate of the culture at large. While the feminine has installed itself as inviolable, irresponsible Eternal Victims, the true innocents have been incarcerated, emasculated, shamed en masse and massacred. American males have been relegated to ongoing fourth-class citizenship � behind women, �their� children, and household pets.

As thanks for shedding our blood and sacrificing our lives to build a nation which showers goods, services, protections and privileges on the feminine, American men have endured a collective Whipping that with each day increases in fervor, severity, and self-righteous glee. Our best and brightest have been herded to the gutters, graveyards and man-cages. Over the past two decades the American prison population has tripled. The vast majority of the incarcerated are males convicted of �crimes against the pubic conscience.�

I entered the Air Force in 1971 to escape the draft. When I separated honorably in 1975, I spent a number of years working at minimum-wage jobs to pay for community college, and did the same after transferring to California State, Hayward, from which I eventually graduated magna cum laude. To supplement our survival income, a few vets and I staffed the Veteran�s Affairs Office on campus, shepherding the disoriented through the mazes of admissions, registration, and V.A. bureaucracy. We were paid four dollars an hour, maximum of ten hours a week.

Those jobs lasted one month, after which we were all unceremoniously discharged. Why?

It seems the full-time, full-salaried, full-benefited employees in the Admissions and Records Office � all of them female -- didn�t think there was enough �traffic� through our offices to justify its existence, nor our meager salaries. Down came the lace axe, and we were history.

It didn�t occur to me until decades later to recall that while my brothers and I were putting our butts on the line for our country � under conscription and threat of imprisonment � the spoiled, �oppressed� ladies of the Admissions and Records Office had taken our jobs, with lifetime civil-service guarantees. By way of payment, we got the hilt buried in our backs, the bitter chalk of Judas� kiss nailed to our lips.

Thanks a bunch, boys, but we really don�t need you any more. See ya in divorce court. Say hi to your buds in the streets and man-cages.

Eventually, as much as I attempted to deny it, I realized that I wasn�t alone -- that tens of millions of other American males were undergoing the same collective whipping in silence. It�s an ugly picture of betrayal on an immense scale.

I could go on and on and fill more pages than War and Peace. State-sponsored gender terrorism is everywhere these days.

Genderwar is upon us. But Wotan�s loose.