Pimp My Scooter
Man gave names to all the animals - Bob Dylan
I'm sorry I haven't time for a proper post today, but I feel compelled to draw your attention to The New Yorker's excerpts from the 1996 novel The Apprentice. Paedophilia, incest, bestiality: welcome to the inner life of Scooter Libby.
At age ten the madam put the child in a cage with a bear trained to couple with young girls so the girls would be frigid and not fall in love with their patrons. They fed her through the bars and aroused the bear with a stick when it seemed to lose interest.
He asked if they should fuck the deer.
(The answer, it would seem, is yes.)
Is it just another dirty book? There's no harm - or not much - in that. Hell, I wrote a book myself that could be charitably described as one, though bears coupling with children didn't occur to me. How about just another disgraced Republican's dirty book? There are plenty of those as well. But this is the long-time Chief Advisor of a man long-linked to covert-sanctioned ritual abuse and trauma-based mind control, prominent features of which are paedophilia and bestiality, writing a fictional account of child sexual slavery and rape by a domesticated bear that could have been lifted straight out of survivor literature.
The New Yorker plays it for laughs - there go those wacky Republicans, writing about weird sex again - but even if this is fiction, it's not just fiction for America's "Family Values" Fascists, is it? There's Bill Bennett's alleged dominatrix, John Bolton's crimes of passion, George HW Bush's much whispered "problem," and far too many examples of "conservative" politicians found with their pants down around young children for them to be "momentary lapses of moral judgement." This can't be answered with "mistakes were made." This is systemic pathology.
It isn't a bad thing to write about sex, even poorly. Or even to write about bad sex. But neither is it wrong to observe patterns of pervision linked to patterns of force, and to ask just what is it that's going on here.