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Published on May 6, 2005 By Dr Guy In Current Events

It seems that Political correctness has struck again, and this time it is the age old battle of the sexes.  Since the original Play came out, many women, some militantly so, have been out yelling about their Vagina, showing mockup Vaginas and spouting slogans such as “My Vagina is Flirty” and “My Vagina is Huggable” and Turning Valentines day into V-Day.

Well, some males decided they had had enough on one college campus.  SO they came up with a P-Day and creating a tongue in cheek version of the Vagina Monologues with the Penis Monologues.  They came up with slogans for their Penises (Penii?) like “My penis is majestic”, “My penis is hilarious” and “My Penis is studious”.  They even came up with a Mascot, Testaclese.  You can guess what it was.

No one is saying this is award winning humor, as most college humor is usually not more than bawdy adolescent pranks, and this one ranks right along with the Moose at marycrest Hall at the U of Dayton.

But instead of being amused, instead of calling a halt to all of the genitalia mockups and banners and slogans, the provost of this University Banned testaclese and confiscated the costume.  All the while ignoring the V-Day antics and mascots.

In another triumpant for the intollerant rantings of liberalism everywhere, it is now ok to feature and praise a play that glorifies pedophelia, and shoves a womans genitalia into your face, regardless of whether you want that much information, but it is not ok to parody it by basically using the same tactics.

And it is another example of how the big brother of modern liberalism has  become intollerant of honest and open discourse.  You can only have free speech when they agree with  what you are saying.  It is a sad day for America again.  Definitely not the first, and definitely not the last.


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on May 06, 2005
thank you for forgiving my spelling. You are too kind


it's not a matter of spelling so much as you missing the sophmoric humor that produced a testaclese.

in ancient greece, a prominent citizen took his torn togas to the tailor.

'euripides?' asked the guy behind the classical counter.

'yup', admitted the famous playwright (enjoying the adulation of a fan)

pride then gave way to suspicion that he was being set up by his old buddy aeschylus.

'eumenides?' he asked cautiously. (there's no sense pissin off the furies)

'of course,' replied the tailor grabbing a clay tablet and a stylus. 'what is your name sir?'

it's all in the phonetics.
on May 10, 2005

I think the kids acted like idiots--but I have no problem with them continuing you act like idiots. So, if you are looking for a fight--you are barking up the wrong tree. My point is simply that they made a mistake when they involved the provost (or whoever) and that is why they were facing the wrath.

See Previous post.  They did not involve him, he walked into it anyway.  I am not looking for a fight, i am merely pointing out hypocrisy 101 when it comes to 'oppressed minorities' vs the majorities (which is BS anyway).

on May 10, 2005

imagine you're the provost in question and suddenly there's a student dressed up as something (i believe they said he thought it was a mushroom at first) and involving you in a dialogue. now i might find it hilarious when i realized i was talking to a giant dick. you might as well. it's no worse than a lotta stuff ive done or stuff i may be inspired to do in the future. speaking from experience i can tell you the man was a target of opportunity in the war between dignity (however overvalued) and pranksterism (however impulsive).

We may not agree all the time, but it does appear we have the same sense of humor!

on May 10, 2005

it's not a matter of spelling so much as you missing the sophmoric humor that produced a testaclese.

in ancient greece, a prominent citizen took his torn togas to the tailor.

'euripides?' asked the guy behind the classical counter.

'yup', admitted the famous playwright (enjoying the adulation of a fan)

pride then gave way to suspicion that he was being set up by his old buddy aeschylus.

'eumenides?' he asked cautiously. (there's no sense pissin off the furies)

'of course,' replied the tailor grabbing a clay tablet and a stylus. 'what is your name sir?'

it's all in the phonetics.

Euripides and Eumenides are old jokes.  And I saw the Testaclese one as well.

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