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Him Too, Or the Drowning Femenist, Part Ii

...He flipped through the paper he’d bee given, And saw the name ‘Ms. Karen Mallory,’ his mind reeled again, incredulous, that was the girl he had saved by the sea! Soon enough he was dragged into a court and Ms. Mallory did loudly attest that without consent he had kissed her, and pawed like a pervert at her breasts! His lawyer counter,”Consent can’t be given when a person is hurt and unconscious,” that nothing he did be called sexual, and that a good soul could do nothing less. Mallory’s activist lawyer shot back, “Maybe she would have preferred a death to knowing that she was violated, forced to breath in a molestor’s breath.” She prattled about body sanctity, how even frantic times did no excuse men from shamelessly groping defenseless girls who were not able to give their consent. Dylan rolled his eyes so many times that he though they’d fall out of his head, he’d known Feminazis could be extreme but this pair was functionally brain-dead! He expected most folks would see the truth and recognize that he’d done a good deed, nut one day a friend sent him a link and told Dylan it was something to read. He gaped as he read a professor’s rant, filled with reasoning utterly absurd, claiming that death did not justify ‘groping,’ never had he seen such nonsense words. Then the many ‘minds’ on the internet all chimed in with their digital voice, half said that he was a would-be rapist that unconscious girls could not avoid! Then the media latched onto it, made it their outrage-scandal of the week, with people declaring ‘unconscious consent’ as a dark too of ‘The Patriarchy.’ And of course his boss feared the attention so Dylan was quickly drummed out of his job, for trying to step up and do the right thing of a living he’d wrongly been robbed. Inside the court they pointed to wild nights to try to smear him with misogyny regardless of the fact that his night life had nothing to do with events on the beach! In the end, at least, the jury chose right and saw his actions for just what they were, still the media called it travesty, an ‘act of oppression’ against her. As he walked out a reporter pressed close, said,”Can you tell me what you learned inside?” “Yes, next time you see a feminazi drown, you’d be better off just letting her die.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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