“What was she wearing?, asked the punishers of every beaten broken rape-victim, before herstory began!,” screeched the petite-chairman of Feminist World Government (FWG), providing the Daily Reminder on FemTv. “And only your unwavering outrage preserves the justice of the first commandment: Cage him first! Question her never!”
“How many men’s lives have been ruined by legal courts, to say nothing of ‘courts of public opinion’, simply by an accusation of rape or domestic violence, with no evidence, that was later discovered to be wholly without merit as well as a deliberate lie for the purpose of vengeance, extortion, etc?,” grumbled the leader of a small group of starving eunuch defectors, at an encampment in the wastelands, a few miles outside the utopia — their evolutionary existence having been made definitively finite, and their bodies and minds forever scarred, by their former masters’ customary Neonatal Castration Surgery.
“He looked at me, and it creeped me out!,” wailed a proud, angry girl to two eunuchs from FemTv, her pink government-issued Stop Slut Shaming tattoo stretching shoulder to shoulder across her chest, and color-coordinated to the pasties covering her nipples, while the eunuchs in suits interviewed her on a hot summer day, as she waited in line at a Prevent Parenthood clinic. “But at least my ‘Buy 20, with his money, get 1 Free’ abortion-card is nearly filled up!,” she beamed, excitedly waving her card, with 18 of its 21 sections signed, for the FemTv camera, as the eunuchs politely nodded, smile-cried, and apologized, every time she paused her talking to inhale.
FWG protestors completely surrounded the clinic; the happy orderly reverse-dissidents, all from the FWG’s Screen Actors Guild, held signs of a single slogan, in diverse colors, demanding, “Abortion must remain Safe, Legal and Celebrated!”
One section of the protestors was cordoned and designated to chant condemnations of politicians from a time so long ago that herstory was still called ‘history’; those politicians, legend says, had wasted time foolishly following ‘Due Process’ — some insane fetish of a dead past: they actually prosecuted cowardly male conscription-dodgers before execution, at the expense of spending every waking hour of every day at work to provide every woman with all the impossible, contradictory things she was trained to want. The section leader held up her pink bullhorn and screamed a recital of the 1st commandment: “Real Men must immediately Choose accused males, and continue Goddess’s work of facilitating women’s Empowered Choosing of men’s children!”
“What was she wearing, or not wearing, when he looked at her?,” thought one eunuch quietly to another — the two vestigially mindful of self-preservation, though not at all concerned with the abstract and misogynistic idea of Due Process for males accused of the social crime of looking at a female in a way, or at a time, that displeases her. But the thought was not whispered quite quietly enough: a female intuited it, and, with a slap, she triggered the fight-or-flight button surgically implanted on the top of her head, in accordance with the first commandment: Report all male thought-crime immediately.
Molten pink tears dripped from where her eyes would have been in a previous generation (replaced, of course, with Google Glass Eyes, to streamline the process of sorting out what need not be seen), and then she exploded, her flesh and guts splattering all over the two thought-criminals — the one who dared the misogynistic thought, and the one who did not trigger quickly enough his Misogynistic Thought Condemnation Alarm. The two males looked at each other in misogynistic horror, knowing that Real Men surely received the Woman In Distress Suicide Signal, and would be arriving soon to Protect Women And Children to death anyone in the vicinity who bore the tell-tale sign of the empowered martyr’s remains.
Man-on-women thought-crime is an epic battle of Good vs Evil. The Good accept — and act on — females’ words, without question; while questioning males’ contrition without end. The Bad think, whatsoever, about the inevitable consequences of such a system.