“THE BEATINGS WILL CONTINUE . . . "

[ZenDog]

Some Music:

Four Seasons In One Day by Crowded House

Never Too Late by Three Days Grace

“THE BEATINGS WILL CONTINUE
UNTIL MORALE IMPROVES”

Yeah-ya. I’m sure it’s true. But, you know, just look at my face, does it really look like my morale has improved any? Ha-ha. Not likely.

I was in town on Saturday, record warm spell for the first few days of April, and a big crowd of course. Someone came up and asked if I knew where North Street was. Was that a suggestion? I dunno. Maybe. Could be. Or not. North Street has, you might say, a bit of a reputation, if you see what I mean.

So I did, I wandered a bit just to see, just to see if maybe there were other suggestions suggesting some sort of consistent pattern, or iconography - and it did indeed seem so, but it was subtle, nothing you or I could really hang your hat on - so I thought well, hey, lets go for a walk and find out. Maybe there will be bodies lying in the street, mine - or someone else’s . . .

And there she was, sitting commando in a skirt - not a common sight in my experience but not completely unknown. It had an interesting effect upon the system endocrine, one scientists have shown is quite like that fabled fight or flight response, one that is automatic, increasing heart rate, respiration, blood pressure, and so on.

Perhaps it was thought I might need the added boost from the presence of stimuli to aid me on my journey . . .

ha - ha . . .

I found nothing - no commandos to end my raging madness , no pussy to assuage my bitter grief - nothing but a tee shirt: LET IT GO

Wild horses, I say, wild whor-ses couldn’t drag me away . . .

Ha - ha. I just don’t like this game.

Another coffee and yet another pair of Tee shirts, and I am, I’m sure it’s true: the beatings will continue. It is rather interesting, for there is not a mark upon my flesh, and yet, and yet . . . my morale has not improved . . .

And why on earth should it? It was JUST A PAIR OF TEE SHIRTS.


Humanity was never intended to survive this way.

Perhaps I’ll get a pair of head phones, head phones big and bright, to block out all the seeming random words that slip from lips in passing, and provide a bit of iconography all my own. And then? I guess I’ll haffta screen a tee shirt.

KISS THE BUTTERFLIES
AND FREE MY ASS

Yeah-ya. You know what I mean. Kiss my ass.

Say, didja read the news? California is going to uphold civil rights and ban research into curing homosexuality. It’s a law been on the books since the 1950s - June’s little Beaver Cleaver. Well good for them. What were they thinking. If someone wants to pursue sexual gratification with a consenting adult of the same sex, if that is their pursuit of happiness, what is that to you or I? It is a matter of Constitutional Right, that’s what it is to you or I.

So who were those researchers? What were the methods of their research? And what method of cure did they propose? More importantly, who were their students, and what are they teaching now?

I’ll bet it’s Tee Shirt Iconography, and how to beat someone to death - without a trace. It was, after all, Carl Jung who said:

“Neurosis is always a substitute for legitimate suffering.”

We’ll see.


© D. Winter
April 7, 2010

[caseyjo]

"The book When Prophecy Fails by Festinger et.al. [1961] documents such a practice within a fringe religious group. AND THAT tends to make me wonder very hard, about every instance of madness reported in the press perpetrated by fringe religious nuts ever since"

Yup...I question everything coming from the screw balls........Remember the teletubbies?.......I guess they never converted tinky winky, they they took them off the air.

[ZenDog]

From the article:

doubts arose about the validity of their case studies. Most staffers never met any of the conversion cases during the study period of 1968 through 1977, . . . Clinic staffer Lynn Strenkofsky, who organized patient schedules during this period, says she never dealt with any conversion cases. Marshall and Peggy Shearer, perhaps the clinic's most experienced therapy team in the early 1970s, says they never treated homosexuals and heard virtually nothing about conversion therapy.
Until he died in 2001 Masters felt confident . . . "We're reporting on 10 years of work with five years of follow-up—and it works."

No doubt, the research was the product of something Vance Packard would call Whole Systems Management - but they cannot cite specific cases simply because the research never acquires unambiguous, written consent of the research subject.

The book When Prophecy Fails by Festinger et.al. [1961] documents such a practice within a fringe religious group. AND THAT tends to make me wonder very hard, about every instance of madness reported in the press perpetrated by fringe religious nuts ever since . . .

[caseyjo]

Masters & Johnson is one but it seems no one had seen case files or knew any of the people involved...Hummmm....http://www.scientificamerican.com/article.cfm?id=homosexuality-cure...