Monday, January 01, 2018

In Praise of Apartheid.. Mykel's Post MRR #53

In Praise of Apartheid
Mykel's Post MRR Column #53
by Mykel Board

I write this sitting at a table in a library in Wellington New Zealand.. There are three chairs at the table: The one I sit in, one holding my coat and hat.,the other empty. Two tables away, a young man with blond hair and sunburned cheeks pecks at his cellphone.

It's the day after Roy Moore lost his senate bid. Why? A pre-election accusation of touching a 14 year old... Forty years ago. Meanwhile, a congressman resigns for, among other things... hugging and “bumping hips” with his secretary. Elsewhere, Danny Ray Johnson, a Kentucky legislator puts a bullet through his brain in response to harassment accusations.

I'm happy to be away from the lunacy as actors, legislators and TV personalities are targeted by (mostly) women... coming out of the woodwork like ants from a log tossed onto the fire. Like a bout of beer-induced diarrhea, I know it will pass. But like that same bout, I'm glad not to be in the middle of it.

In a take-no-prisoners assault... everyone from Roy Moore, to Al Franken to that most banal of characters, Charlie Rose, are thrown into the vaginally charged meat-grinder and spit out as landfill. From a distance of 12,000 miles, this finger pointing assault looks more terrorist than any NY Bangladeshi with a pipe bomb strapped to his chest. I have that to go home to? Maybe I should stay here and milk Kiwibirds.

What's the way out? There's got to be some insurance that will guarantee that this can't happen again. That the smudged finger of harassment can never again touch the pristine white robes of womenhood. The answer hits me like a beershit stomach cramp: APARTHEID.

I know. Apartheid has gotten a bad name over the last 70 years or so. The word comes from Dutch.. and is clearly related to the word APART or separate. It originated in South Africa and legislated in two parts: Petty Apartheid and Grand Apartheid.

Petty Apartheid was day to day separation of the races. Separate drinking fountains. White and Colored restrooms... Different sides of the bus station waiting room. Grand Apartheid was more sweeping. It defined neighborhoods and employment opportunities by race. It required a special pass for when low status groups (“natives” and “coloured”) entered areas designated as high status (white) areas.

Apartheid in South Africa kicked the bucket in 1990. But the word's bad rep struck again in 2006 with Jimmy Carter's book, Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid. Here, Carter argued against the growing power of Israel in separating conquered lands into Jewish and Muslim Areas, with the Israelis building a wall to create Palestinian ghettos. Like in South Africa, low status groups (Muslims) needed a pass to enter the territory of the high-status group (Jews).

Israeli apartheid continues today. Most of the world condemns it. Again, the world uses the word apartheid in a negative way. As if it were synonymous with “discrimination” or “exploitation.”

But Apartheid is like a hammer. It can be used to break a window or build a house... to mug an old woman or to save her bare feet from a protruding nail. Here's my vision of how apartheid can stop the scourge of sexual harassment.

FLASH TO New York City 2020 in Apartheid America: I walk down fifth avenue. The depressing grayness of the city is gone. Everywhere is a splash of color. Two colors especially: Pink and Blue.

First a bit of orientation. If you stand at the southern end of Fifth Avenue, you'll be at Washington Square Park. Famous in movies and literature for Avant Garde, hippies, and small drug deals.

Looking North, I can see the avenue divided. On the right, the sidewalk is as pink as a cherub cheek. The buildings too are pink... at least the sides facing the street. Women and girls walk on this side. On the left, the sidewalk is as blue as the sky on a clear spring day. It's the men and boys side.

I'm on my way to the sperm bank. The deposit section is in the BLUE ZONE... the withdrawal in the PINK ZONE. Ready to make my deposit, I step into the ASM (Automatic Semen Machine), and flick the lock from green to red. I insert my Jismcard® into the slot and wait for the screen to react.
When the screen comes on I press the SHORT button and the variable height wallhole opens up. It's about an inch too high for me, but I can reach it standing on tip-toe. The vacuum pump whirs. In a second or two I feel its pull on my hardening flesh. Deposit made, I zip up and return to the street.
Across the street, on the pink side, I spot a young girl with her mother. They wear matching yellow dresses... pink ribbons tied around the waist. Everyone on that side of the street wears a pink ribbon. It's the law.

The ribbon can be tied around the waist... worn in the hair... as a bracelet... even daintily bowed on top of a shoe. The only requirement is that it's easily visible. No question... no reason to be pulled over by the gendercops. Men and boys, or course, wear blue ribbons.

It's 3PM. The sun is in the west. That means the blue side of the street is sunny. In front of each of the crowded cafes and bars is a big bouncer checking ribbon colors on entrance. I stop into Knickerbockers for a Kingfisher. Luckily this old bar landed on the blue side after the division.

Sitting outside, I watch the street traffic. Since this place is near a gender-crossing, there's always a chance to see an attractive newbie making the transition from one side of the street to the other.

On the pink side, I watch an “office lady” looking woman enter the SEPARATE-BUT-EQUAL Employment Agency. I've seen their ads on late-night TV and know they specialize in executive head-hunting for pink-oriented companies. And on my side, I can just see the avant-garde entrance to The Museum of Degenerate Sex Mixing. With old photos and videos of mixed-sex couples... and trios... doing everything from hand-holding to kissing to The DEED itself.

On the walls hang pictures of politicians, actors, directors, all those early twenty-first century-ites felled by the horrors of misexgyny. One popular gasp-inducing display shows a video of children... some as young as five or six-- forced to hold hands with any gender... forming a big circle... chanting about “pockets full of posies” and... ALL FALL DOWN. Yes! They fall in a heap... child on child... before they were old enough to shave or protest the patriarchy. That was the old days where the perils of sex-mixing were long known... but unacknowledged... when people were afraid to propose the obvious solution.

Things are better now-- both petty and grand. There is peace in the once-troubled land. People are happy. Not like in the old days.


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Saturday, December 02, 2017

BRAIN POLICE or Mykel's Post MRR Column no 52

Brain Police!
by Mykel Board

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.” --Buddha

I know of no country in which there is so little independence of mind and real freedom of discussion as in America. --de Tocqueville

What will you do if the people you knew were the plastic that melted, and the chromium too? WHO ARE THE BRAIN POLICE? --Frank Zappa

Yo! Yeah, I'm talking to you. No, don't look over your shoulder... There's no one there. Yeah you! You... the echo of every tweet that agrees with you. You... the spewer of every fashionable idea that every one of your friends spouts... verbatim. You... the cop-hating language cop. You the safe-spacer... the spouter of thoughts you take for granted... but are wrong. Yeah, I'm talking to you!

FLASH TO PORNHUB.COM: Damn it! A search for bisexual Africans is one page long and it only has lesbos with guys. What's up with that? Where is the doggie-style girl on her hands and knees... one guy on either end... the black twinks kissing each other as the girl gives head to one and takes the other up the wazoo? Forward me the links... please!

Elena once asked me if I still could jerk off only to what's in my mind... if I NEEDED porn to get a stiffy... if I could use my own fantasy to spew the few drops my prostate has left onto that faithful purple rag that hangs next to the computer.

An interesting question. The facile answer is Of course I don't need porn. An attractive REAL LIVE naked person will work just fine. That is a cheat... and it's not the point. The point? Can I construct a fantasy in my mind... one strong enough to get me off? With no pictures... no text... no outside inspiration?

I can do it, if I fantasize about someone I've seen. I can have an orgasmic mental vision if the people are real. I can rise and stroke if I have an image in my head of someone substantive... a real LIVE person. But I cannot create from scratch. I cannot make a face... a body... a dialog... out of nothing... and then jerk off to it. I USED TO be able to do it. But now I can't. Is porn responsible for that inability? We'll talk about that later.

FLASH TO LAS VEGAS NEVADA: Stephen Paddock, an ex-serviceman, open-fires on a Country and Western crowd. Blau... blau. BlauBlauBlau.. A....aaaaa.aaaaaaaaaa...aaaaa...

Bodies crash to the ground. That ground quickly turns to crimson mud. A young woman tries to run from the shots... she trips over a corpse... near corpse?... she's down. Ratatatatat across her back. Two corpses.... Then more. By the time it's over, the body count is 59.

FLASH TO SUTHERLAND SPRINGS, TEXAS: Devin Patrick Kelley enters a church on November 4... He opens fire. Heavy artillery... through the pews... KERPOW! KERPOW! KERPOW! Bullet-torn victims from 24 months to 70 years old.. A sea of bloody Christians... come together to ask for God's blessing and this is what they get. Almost enough to make you think God is not such a nice guy.

FLASH TO NEW YORK... HALLOWEEN: I hate Halloween. Next to Santacon, it's my least favorite holiday of the year. In NYU-land... around the corner from my apartment, Halloween is an excuse for every closet-queen fratboy to dress in borrowed frills and stuffed brassieres.. and parade his drunken idiocy on the street. It's gotten worse since the costume cops make even this unacceptable (sexist, they say)... limiting approved trans-costumes to Superheroes ... and inanimate objects.  

The morning of this Halloween a rented truck in Soho plows into a group of cyclists and pedestrians. The driver shouts ALLAH AKHBAR or something like that. BLAM! Right down the bike path. PITUM! PITUM! PITUM! Like a ball in a bowling alley. Bikes and people fly through the air like bowling pins. Eight people die. 

You don't have to be Nostradamus to predict the reaction. MASSACRE... MASSACRE... TERROR.

Social Justice Warriors twitter up a storm:

On and on... a tsunami of righteous indignation. When I object, I hear that old 1960s refrain. Mykel, you're either part of the solution or you're part of the problem.

I say: YOU'RE WRONG! The solution IS the problem.

FLASH TO HATE-CRIMES: Somebody scrawls a swastika on a tombstone in a Jewish cemetery. It's A HATE CRIME!! That means the perp goes to jail... for graffiti.

It's a dark side street in Greenwich Village. Two young guys... matching haircuts... walk down the street hand-in-hand. The sound of voices rings from behind.

Let's get 'em!”

A gaggle of colored teens is on the homosexuals. A fist to the ribs... one to the head. One of the attackers holds one of the gay pair. Another reaches into the victim's pocket and and takes his wallet.

Yeah, you homos... I need this more than you do.”

The colored guys are later arrested and charged with assault and robbery as a hate crime... sentenced to an extra two years in jail... just for the hate part.


Carson is playing THE GREAT CARNAC! Wearing a huge turban (politically incorrect in the 21st Century) festooned with jewels, he takes a sealed envelope and holds it to his temple.

And the answer is PETER PAN!” He says. Then he opens the envelope and reads:

What do you use to fry a Peter?”

Next envelope:

And the answer is Hi Diddly Dee.” And he opens the envelope.

How do you say Good Morning to your diddly dee?”

Get it? Mind reading was a trick. A joke. Something that everyone knew was fake... an impossibility. That was 1965... Sometimes what everybody knew, nobody knows anymore.

Now, what's IN THE MIND is no longer a joke. It's not a parlor trick. It's a crime! TERRORISM, like a HATE-CRIME is in the mind of the criminal... not in the action. It is a thought crime. Your support for HATE-CRIME laws, makes TERRORISM laws possible. YOU... yeah you... give the okay to criminalize what people are thinking.

What makes the Muslim a terrorist while the white guys aren't? It's the same reasoning that makes a subway graffitier an artist and a swastika painter a hate criminal. It's the MIND.

Don't tell me there are other thought crimes. Crimes of intent. The difference between a killing by accident and MURDER. Intent requires SOMETHING in the mind of the perp... but it doesn't say what that something is. If I plan to kill you... that shows intent. If I stalk you. Follow your comings and goings... wait outside your door for you to show yourself... that shows intent. It doesn't matter WHAT the motive is... jealousy... fear... hatred... revenge... intent is the only requirement. It doesn't take a mind-reader to figure it out.

In the 21st Century, things have changed. Where mind-reading was a joke, now it's deadly serious. People are going to jail... maybe executed... because of their thoughts! Because of what's in their minds.

You're pissed that the white guys massacred and the Arab was a terrorist! The reason is the thought, not the action. Terrorism is for political ends. The THOUGHT must be to make some political change. The massacre-makers had no politics. They were in it for the blood. More people died in the massacres, but the killers didn't THINK terrorist® thoughts.

I've written before about my feelings on hate crimes. Now we see it reflected in terrorism. The same people who support hate crime laws, now complain about “unfair” terrorism charges. You... yeah you... you don't get it. You're the problem.

Once you allow MIND-CRIMES... once you allow the law to prosecute thoughts... what's in the mind... you unleash a terrible power. How many of my fantasies are illegal... and yours? How many women dream about getting raped... but would never want it in real life? What if there were penalties just for the fantasy? How many diaries... blogs... pre-bedtime jerk-offs... daydreams... nightmares are against the law... or will be?
Is my increasing inability to fantasize a reaction to increasing thought control? I donno, but it might be.

When we police thinking... we stop thinking. Americans suffer from lack of thinking enough. My inability to create a hard-on-inducing image from scratch is a precursor to ALL of our inabilities to imagine anything new, different, transgressive, strange.

The cliched answer to Why do they hate is? is: They're jealous of our freedom. As long as THINKING is against the law, we have no freedom to be jealous of.

--End of the Main Part--

ENDNOTES: [You can contact me by email at Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available by subscribing to the MYKEL'S READERS Yahoo group

--> I said it in the 80s dept: I found a link to a "song" I wrote in the 1980s that had similar ideas... called "terrorist." You can find it at:, but you might have to cut and paste, because Blogger is acting up today.  

-->Scalp em! dept: The Minneapolis Sculpture Garden has dismantled an anti-slavery artwork that tried to recreate the gallows Americans used to help enslave non-white people. Why was it dismantled? Indians!
      Protesters said it was traumatic “because it recalled the execution of 38 tribesmen in 1862.” Traumatic? That's the idea! But you can't talk to people about trauma... it may cause a traumatic reaction.

-->Leaving Absurdistan dept: By the time you read this I'll be out of New York on my yearly adventure to... someplace. This year I'm going to:

     1.Los Angeles from Dec 1 through the 7th
  1. New Zealand from Dec 9 through New Year's Eve
  2. Tahiti (Pape-ete) for a SECOND New Year's Eve (It's on the other side of the International Dateline, get it?) Till Jan 8
  3. San Francisco Till Jan 14

If you'll be in any of those places let me know... and we can meet up. If you've got beer and a couch, that's even better.

-->Busy little beaver dept: There's lots to pimp this month. First, there's an essay I wrote (actually a version of an MRR column), about GG Allin's last show in New York. The book it's in is expensive, but great! Click on it for more information and Amazon ordering. Maybe you can get it used.

-->Something for the girls dept: I contributed a lot of photos, but they only wanted the ones that presented a “positive image.” So I think I have one picture in the book... even then, it's a fine inspiration and memory of a time when females did more than complain about being touched.

-->You're kidding dept: Those who REALLY know me, know that I'm a fan of haiku and senryu (more human, usually humorous, haiku). I don't mean those idiotic 5-7-5 internet joke haiku. I mean REAL stuff. Stuff that ignores 5-7-5 and goes for something deeper. For 25 years or so, I've belonged to The Spring Street Haiku Group. We do small chapbook anthologies. Here's the current one... and it's cheap. If you can't connect by clicking on the book, it's because I'm out of town. Try again at the end of January, or send a crisp $5 bill to me at POB 137, NYC 10012. I'll send you a copy when I get back.

-->Last With A Hard-on dept: Remember when homos celebrated QUEERNESS instead of pushing to be JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE? You can see me, Tom Jennings, Larry Livermore, Bruce LaBruce and the terrific GB Jones (among others). In the Queercore documentary... Here's a link to their facebook page. 


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Wednesday, November 01, 2017

#MENEITHER or Mykel's Post MRR Column no 51

Post MRR Column no 51
The Harvey Touch

"Physical revulsion at sex with the wrong person was a learned and socially instituted response. More than that, it was an effective social management tool, since once internalized, it institutes the psychology of monogamy as a self-enforced system.” --Laura Kipnis

It's the mother of all beershits... a bowl-filling steaming pile of brownitude.. no --black... blacker than a Japanese businessman’s suit... blacker than an NFL player... blacker than your ex-wife's heart. A bubbling bowl of churning feces... neither solid nor liquid... with the gaseous aroma of a turned-on oven whose flame has gone out.

The power of anal expulsion lifts me to new heights. I'm only vaguely aware of the splash against the back of my legs... I can deal with that later. Right now, the relief lifts me up... up... my balding head nearly touching the bathroom ceiling... on the way to nirvana.

Everything is right with the world. I've turned inside out... emptied myself of doubt, fear, evil, the horror of day-to-day life. Ennui replaced by ecstasy. I walk on air from the toilet paper to the bedroom to the street below... where I say hello and blow a kiss to the ugliest girl I see.

Fuck, you!” she says... and then. “No, I take that back. I WON'T fuck you. Not now or ever.”

My beer-shit high leaves me, and I crash down to the filthy streets of the city.

That's just the start.

I leave the subway at Grand Central Station. As usual, a nest of tourists gathers at the exit... consulting their cellphone maps,.. turning this way and that to orient their Google to the simple streets of Manhattan.

A young white woman... judging from the width of her hips, probably not a New Yorker... squints with confusion at the tiny screen in front of her.

Are you lost?” I ask.

It's as if I'd asked, “Can you show me your twat?”

Her eyebrows raise in half anger and half terror.

No!” she shouts and walks off... no-- stomps off... in the wrong direction, I hope.

What happened?

FLASH TO THE NEWS: Harvey Weinstein, a rather unappealing-looking man is charged hither and yon with sexual harassment. Like a Bill Cosby redux, any vaginated creature who was ever in the same room with the guy... now claims she was harassed... violated... humiliated.

Even males who try to cast aside their penis privilege get their balls nailed to the table. Take Ben Affleck... please... Like most male feminists, Affleck clearly wants to get on the good side of women. It's called
the urge to get laid. When the Weinstein affair is announced Affleck tweets:

I am saddened and angry that a man who I worked with used his position to intimidate, sexually harass, and manipulate many women over decades....

The tweet goes on to say how wonderful women are and how they need to have more power. blah, blah blah...

Does it work? Does Affleck suddenly have a harem of women begging him to taste their liberated juices? You bet your Anita Hill he doesn't. Instead, more harassees come out of the woodwork... like termites from a burning log. One of them accuses Affleck himself of “groping” her. What did he do?

He touched my breast.”

I shit you not. He touched her breast!

I live in New York... Do you know how many breasts I touch on any given rush hour train? How many times my own manly nips are brushed? Breast-touching is as common as crossing the street against a red light... and just as offensive.

The atmosphere is getting so that people are afraid to touch each other at all. Every tap on the shoulder... every hug... every peck on the cheek is sexual harassment. Sex itself... is sexual harassment.

As I write this, Weinstein, a former Hollywood mogul, is in trouble because he used the casting couch to get laid. He's a big ugly bulldog of a man, but there are few reports of force or brutality.

Hey kid, you wanna be in pictures? Put those fat lips around this flesh cigar ticket to stardom?”

And why not? Is pay-to-play for Hollywood any worse than pay-to-play for the smuggling truck for that Mexican delivery boy? Is a multi-thousand-dollar-movie-contract-to-fame worse than immigrants sleeping 6 in a room for tips? Who do you think suffers more?

Why is SEXUAL harassment worse than any other kind? Why is giving a blowjob for a movie role worse than suffering hours in a truck... maybe dying... to mow lawns? Why is giving a blowjob-- once-- for Hollywood-- any worse than the toadying that office workers do every day to KEEP their jobs.

Work late with no pay? #metoo

Wake up early to wear clothes you hate to work 8-10 hours at something soul-destroying? #metoo

Grind your teeth at night because the boss criticized some minor infraction of a work rule? #metoo

Rather flip tricks than flip burgers. #metoo

What's the difference between all this exploitation and the victims of Harvey Weinstein? It's SEX! SEX! SEX! It comes back to Christianity... to the idea that sex is a SIN! Though most modern feminists are atheists... their morality is Protestant... Evangelical. Of all the horrible things people do to get a keep a job... of all the overwork, low/no pay, theft from the public, deceiving... involved in the American workplace... only SEX is the bad one.

Remember when sex was fun? Spontaneous? As politics-free as a good beershit? #metoo

FLASH TO THE SUBWAY: It's the 23rd Street stop. From my seat I see the doors open and an old woman... leaning on a walker... heading toward the train. She shuffles, pulling her right foot ahead and then bringing up the left... then pushing her right foot ahead once more. On her face is a grimace... the snarl of continual pain and frustration. Through that snarl, I can see a single tooth on her lower jaw.

She slowly approaches... The BONG BING of the closing door... I bolt... just make it... pry the doors apart so the woman and her walker can squeeze inside. She makes it... looks at me. I can read her thoughts. They say, I KNOW WHY YOU DID THAT! YOU WANT TO FUCK ME!

That's it. All social intercourse has become harassment! All contact between genders is for sex. I never thought I'd agree with Betsy DeVos, the woman who wants to destroy public education... but she said “If everything is harassment, then nothing is.” She's right.

Kidding, jokes, honest flirtation, courtship... all are dead in a world so sex-obsessed that words are RAPE. Is spin-the-bottle sexual harassment? Young men, just exploring their own sexuality... forced to face verbal castration or be accused in the #metoo-ism of harassment. Will heterosexual sex become as contractual as accepting a job offer: in writing-- or not at all.

(Side note: maybe the benefit of this mentality will be an increase in homosexuality.... Aaah... a small silver lining.)

In 2006, members of the Duke University lacrosse team were accused of gang-raping a student. The young men went through hell... were shunned... isolated by their friends... shamed by the media... found guilty in the press... held as examples of “rape culture” by puritanical feminists... They were not guilty.

In 2015, Rolling Stone magazine reported another gang rape. This time at the University of Virginia. A horrific first-person account of multiple forced penetration by multiple partners. It was a lie.

In 2017 the main rape victim in America is THE TRUTH. Along with other victims: humor, banter, and a sense of anything other than OUTRAGE. Sex is like politics... there's only US and THE BAD GUYS.

Ever rape anyone? #meneither

Do you only talk to strangers with the intention of getting sex from them? #meneither

Would you prefer to operate a jackhammer for $10 an hour to giving a handjob for a million dollar movie contract? …. #meneither

If you have your choice between slinging fried eggs in a diner for the rest of your life or letting some ugly guy screw you once for a dream life... would you chose the diner? #meneither

If you found a world where people are afraid to touch one another... where every hug is harrassment... where every kiss is rape... Would you want to live in that world? #meneither

Do you find yourself feeling guilty because you looked at someone lustfully? Because you had sex when you were drunk? Because you didn't get a written contract before touching genitals? #meneither

Do you like living in a world where fame means every sexual peccadillo of past mishaps gets waved in your face-- and pulled out of your wallet? Where real and fake accusations... sometimes dozens of years old... are pulled out in legal blackmail? #meneither

The tweets have already started. It was too logical to pass up... there are dozens. But they seem to lack focus. Would you object to adding your own so we could have a real conversation? #meneither


ENDNOTES: [You can contact me on facebook or by email at Through the post office: send those... er... private DVDs..or music or zines... or anything else (legal only!) to: Mykel Board, POB 137, New York, NY 10012-0003. If you like my writing, you can be notified when anything new is available. Subscribe to the MYKEL'S READERS Yahoo group]

-->Public admissions dept: Actually, I love my job (teaching English to Japanese people), and I'm rarely angry or annoyed with the boss. The #metoos in the piece above are based on the lives I see around me... not on my own. I don't have to wear a tie to work.

-->If that's not racist Dept: The Whitney Museum removed a painting based on the dead civil rights activist Emmit Till. Why? Because the artist was a white person. That makes it exploitation, don't you see?
As long as some races are allowed to speak (write, make art) and others are forbidden... there can ONLY be racism. As long as EVERYTHING is race... or sex... or gender... as long as basic principle of the right to a point of view is ignored... Society will be more racist, sexist, genderist... and less free.

-->If that's not censorship Dept: Students “affiliated” with Black Lives Matter shut down an ACLU a “free speech” discussion at the College of William and Mary. Why? Because the ACLU defends the right of all people to express their ideas. That includes Nazis, The Klan, and... Black Lives Matters. The ACLU speaker offered platform time to BLM, but they preferred to keep shouting so that the event had to stop. Someday, I hope, that's going to come around and bite them in the ass.

-->Nasal Harassment Dept: Chuck Shephard's great News of the Weird reports: Neven Ciganovic of Croatia was undergoing the latest in a series of plastic surgeries (this one a rhinoplasty) in Iran when he "reacted badly" to the general anesthesia and developed a painful, long-lasting erection, known as priapism. As he recovered in a Serbian hospital, Ciganovic was denied painkillers and was only relieved of the condition after another surgery, although he says it will be months before he is fully recovered. The tattoo-covered Ciganovic is hoping his latest nose operation will improve his looks enough to launch him to international stardom.
I say, looks? Who cares about looks? He could achieve stardom with his priapism! Pictures please!

-->This Just In Dept: Former President George HW Bush (the REALLY OLD ONE) has said he was sorry after actress Heather Lind accused him of sexually assaulting her during a TV show promotion in 2014. They guy was 91 years old in 2014... in a wheelchair... What kind of sexual assault? “He touched me... twice.” Okay Lind... what is it? Did my agent pay you to prove my point?

--> Keeping the Pressure on Dept: I want to thank reader George Metesky for suggesting a continuing Bring Back Mykel effort directed at Maximum Rock'n'Roll for censoring me.
As their revolving editrixes move on to commercial ventures, each blames her predecessors for my demise... as if they had no control over the business... and couldn't simply invite me back.
Send your comments to (or post on their facebook page) with the subject line: BRING BACK MYKEL! Let me know how they answer.

See you in hell.


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