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Women of the #MeToo moment believe that all criticism of Women of the Left is unwarranted.

Warranted or unwarranted. This is dependent upon perspective.

Apparently, if one is female, all criticism is deemed unwarranted. Must be something about having teats and a vagina.

If one bleeds once a month, one must not be criticized. Is that it?

Alexandra Ocasio Cortez has said much that is wide open for criticism. She has said, at least, one thing with which I agree and I stated as much when I read it. Her criticism  of Tesla and other corporations receiving federal monies/investment and the ROI is valid. She has also sounded much like a dumb teenager who failed Civics.


And don’t get me started on the Crook Clinton. If you think criticism of her unwarranted, you have an exceptional way of blocking out criminality from your viewpoint. You rationalize much.

Hillary Clinton made a career of destroying women who, if they had been making accusation against anyone other than her husband, the Left would have had front and center in the #MeToo movement.

There shines your hypocrisy.

I heard no complaints about the attacks on Republican women in the past or in this day.

If you WOMEN and #MeToo’ers can stop being hypocrites, you may be taken seriously.


Fame, Power, Fortune and Women

The Trump “Grab ’em by the pussy” statement is not untrue. I’ve seen it and experienced it in action. Women will do a lot of things to be associated or “get with” a powerful, famous or wealthy male. I know this for a fact. I’ve been mistaken for a wealthy and famous person before.

On one occasion, I was in a bar and talking to a guy about returning from Afghanistan. I couldn’t talk about what I did as it was confidential. After stating something to that effect, I was “accused” of being CIA or some kind of Secret Squirrel Operator (at the time, I was in really good shape…).

The rest of the night, women were throwing themselves at me. I could do anything I wanted that night. I got offers for some lust filled nights.

I’ve also been in places where people thought I was an NFL player. I don’t know why. I could pretty much do anything I wanted in those moments. When I was in the The Old Guard, I had women put their phone numbers in my pocket. Women would drive by our barracks and flash their boobs at us. I’ve also hung out with College Basketball Players. Women were throwing themselves at me thinking that I was one of them.

When women find out that I’m a published author, they act differently towards me (and my book is far from a best seller…).

I’ve also hung out with some heavy hitters in places like Cambodia.

Women act completely different towards you when they sense power, fame or fortune.

I’ll note here that in the video in question, Trump never says that he will grab or has grabbed any female by the pussy. He stated that women will allow famous men to do anything. He qualified that by using an example which was “grab ’em by the pussy.” Most of the media and Hillary Clinton’s crew of imbeciles and decepticons are running with a statement contrived by them to obfuscate the truth.

The people feigning shock at Trump’s statement are engaged in deceit, faux outrage and outright denial of reality.




The Women’s Bazaar

Each week, Camp Eggers stages a bazaar at which local venders come and sell their wares.  The Afghans sell everything at the bazaar.  One can purchase everything from rugs, tapestries, paintings by local artists, jewelry gems and bootlegged products ranging from Rolex Watches to newly released movies or TV programs.

Today, however, was the Women’s Bazaar.  This event is specially sponsored to give women in Kabul a chance to develop their micro-businesses and, I think, to give them the experience of mixing with other cultures and peoples.  A sort of manner in which to broaden these women’s horizons and opportunities.

It’s a bit nerve tingling to walk through this bazaar.  It’s much smaller.  Much more open and airy than the usual bazaar.  The items on offer are much more limited.  There were no carpets, no bootleg DVDs, no fake Rolex watches.  It was mostly handicrafts and jewelry with a smattering of paintings thereabouts.

The dynamic was quiet and a bit odd for me.  There weren’t too many Afghan men there.  I remember seeing only one Afghan male and one young boy thereabouts.  I spied, perhaps, twenty young girls ranging in age from 6 or 7 to 14 or 15.  A couple of them were quite pretty little ladies.  I counted roughly 30 different booths with one or two women therein.  Each selling scarves, jewelry or paintings.  No huge collections of gems or rings and necklaces.  All offered a small selection.  I think mostly they were selling scarves.  I’ve purchased dozens of scarves in Afghanistan and have no desire to purchase more.

The prices at the bazaar are no longer a bargain.  Not for what is on offer.  I think all of the good bargains were bought out in ’05 and ’06.  After that, somehow the pricing of everything became inflated.  I, for one, refuse to be haggled out of a good price simply because fools came before me and would pay any price.  So, I’ve pretty much foregone the “bargains” to be had at the bazaar since my return.  I purchased a few items and sent them to Unny but nothing like before.

Back to the Woman’s Bazaar.

The only person whom I recognized out there was the woman from the Afghan Scouts.  She is at the other bazaar each Friday.  I suppose she is sponsored by some US scout master and that allows her to gain and edge on the Men in the weekly bazaar.

I bought an item from her a couple of weeks ago.  A special order for Unny.  She was a nice woman and speaks decent English.  She smiled and said hello as I left the bazaar.

And that was the strange thing.  I’m not accustomed to Afghan women smiling at me, greeting me, talking to me.  I wanted to take photos of some of their jewelry but I was nervous about hauling out my phone and snapping away.  Would someone get offended?  Would it freak them out as much as their presence unnerved me?

I don’t think the children would have minded.  They’d have posed prettily more than likely and asked for a tip.  Something along those lines, I’m sure.  However, Afghan women are, for the most part, a mystery to me.  I don’t know how to act around them.  What I might do to get myself or them in trouble.  What cultural faux pas I might make in an effort to be nice and casual about the whole ordeal.

So I walked through the bazaar trying not to make TOO MUCH eye contact.  I smiled and met them eye to eye when they attempted to sell me something.  But didn’t act my usual self as I would have walking through the other bazaar.  And I overpaid for two bracelets simply to support the women who were there.

And therein lies a problem.  I paid double for an item simply because it was an Afghan woman and I felt like it would be idiotic, rude, somehow un-chivalrous to haggle with a woman in Afghanistan.  These women are destined to a life of toil in a land where men rule absolutely.  They will live out their lives as nothing more than baby factories and what little money they can make will be taken from them by their husbands or family.

We think we can somehow make their lives better by staging this “woman’s bazaar.”  It will make very little difference.  I have not seen the attitudes of men change towards women in Afghanistan in the decade that I’ve come here.  Certainly, some men have softened and some who have left Afghanistan will have changed their attitudes and will adapt to the West.  By and large, though, a woman’s bazaar and anything similar to it is a ruse that will make us feel better.  It will do very little for the lot of women in this land.

I wish it were not so.  I can’t say that it will be, though.  That is shame to humanity as a whole.

We hold on to our petty religions and beliefs and the weak pay the price.

I did not intend to write in this manner but this is what ushered forth and this is what I’ll post.

Please Do Not Sell Your Women — Daughters, Wives or Mothers.

Sex Slavery

A great problem in Central Asia and India, among other places, is the selling of women into slaver.  Usually sex slavery.  Happens quite frequently in Iran as well from what I’ve read.

Women in this part of the world are seen as property.  A daughter or a “disobedient” wife can bring a family out of debt or help a family purchase a tractor or other items which can enhance a Father or Husbands wealth or standing in the community.  Daughters are not seen as contributors to a family estate.  They’re more a nuisance or a drain on resources.  A man who has only daughters can be taken deep into debt for dowries.

It’s not seen as fortunate on this side of the planet to have a daughter.

They’re expendable or worse.

We, in the West, find this attitude abhorrent.  At the top of the world, it’s merely a fact of life.

There are several excellent books which touch on this subject.  Sold, by Patricia McCormick, is an excellent fictional account of a young girl who is sold into slavery in order to bring her family out of debt and deceived into thinking that she will be a house servant in order that she go willingly.

This is a horrible fact of life for women in this part of the globe.  A less mentioned facet of the sex slave trade is the number of these women who end up in the West in back alley rooms and decrepit hotels on the wrong side of town.  They’re kept prisoner and when used up, murdered and tossed out like so much waste.

Afghan Women “mark” International Women’s Day

Afghan Women Celebrate Int'l Women's Day

I swear to God.  I did not make this up.  That was the real title to this picture in an International Newspaper.

What a celebration?  Oh, the irony.  Utter lunacy…

They’re marking it alright.  Marking it right off the calender.  It means nothing to these women.  And even less to the men who force them to wear these disgusting bits of cloth.

My opinion.  These things should be outlawed INTERNATIONALLY.  The hijab.  The Burqa.  The Chadori.  The Veil.  They should all be outlawed.  



Women are always beautiful. ~Ville Valo

This one goes out to the women of my life.  I’ve been fortunate in this regard.  I’ve met some extraordinary women over the years.  Of course, there are those in my family.  My Mother.  Sister.  Grandmothers.  Aunts.  But I’ve been blessed with incredible friendships as well.  Some that have spanned years and decades.  Some who became my great friends and remain integral to my life.  Others.  Lasting days, weeks, months or mere moments.

I’ve met incredible women along the path of my life.  In the unique and common places.  I’ve enjoyed bonds of varying nature–friends and lovers and sometimes both.  Long term friendships and relationships.  Short lived, yet, intense trysts, fantasies and infatuations.  With others, I’ve enjoyed a drink.  A lunch or dinner.  A conversation.   Magical glances.  Lifetimes in mere moments.

However long the relationship and in whatever spirit, I have been fortunate along the path of my life.  I’m grateful for each experience.  Each Gift of Love and Friendship.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

Kahlil Gibran

Under the thumb of Islam — Women in Afghanistan

Afghanistan. Infamous for the Burqa or Chidori. It’s the land that the Taliban made famous by oppressing women. The famous scene of the woman being shot with an AK-47 by a cold and heartless talib. The women here are a mystery to me. I’ve met a couple. One who spoke almost no English. One who had lived in exile with her family in London and returned briefly to live with her Aunt and Uncle.

Walking around Kabul, you see Afghani women covered from head to toe in the burqa or chidari. You’ll see women covering themselves with the hijab. Occasionally, you see Afghan women who go uncovered in public. It’s rare. Usually she will be from a family who had spent time outside of Afghanistan during the past 30 years of war. Families who have adopted a Western and liberal attitude.

What I find ludicrous about the whole hijab, burqa, chidori tradition is that it is in no way a choice of the woman. If you ask an Afghani male, he will usually tell you that she is wearing it because of her family or her husband. “If you have a beautiful wife and you don’t want other men looking at her, you tell her to cover herself.” “Her family is traditional so they tell her to cover herself.” Men in Afghanistan think that it is a stain upon their honor if other men look at their wives. Somehow that blame is transferred to the women. It is their fault that men find them attractive. Therefore, the women must cover themselves.

The Arab Islamic attitude with which I have become acquainted is even more weak of mind and spirit. If a woman is raped, it is her fault because she put herself in that situation. She put herself in that situation because she allowed herself to be alone with a man not of her family. It’s her fault because she went uncovered. It’s her fault because she wore tight, form fitting clothing as opposed to the loose clothing prescribed by Allah and Muhammad. The man shares no blame even though he committed the heinous act. It’s not the man’s fault that he raped her. He couldn’t help himself because he was overcome with lust. His weakness is forgiven. Tolerated. Excused. In my opinion, that weakness of spirit is encouraged in the Arab Islamic tradition. We are to believe that Muslim men have no more control over their lust than toddlers have over their bowel movements? This attitude towards women spreads with Islam. In Islam, women are objects to be controlled, owned, traded, bartered for and sold away. Mere property at the whim and mercy of men. Yet, we are told that women have rights in Islam.

In accordance with Islamic sharee’ah, women who are raped must have four male witnesses. If these four witnesses are not forthcoming and the woman admits that she is raped, she is guilty of adultery. Punishable by death. If she is not put to death then she is exiled from family and community.

This is Islamic Justice!

An interesting story illustrates the attitudes of Islamic men towards women. I was driving around Kabul with an Afghani. As usual, I was taking pictures. Each time I took a picture of a woman, he would get upset and grunt or in some way express his disapproval to me indirectly. Finally, I asked him what the problem was. He told me that I should not be taking pictures of women. His real problem was that I was taking pictures of Afghani women. Islamic women. Yet this same man carries around a phone with a gigabyte of hardcore porn which he will show you in the manner of a bragging adolescent. I mean hardcore as in animals and women. I told him that he was a hypocrite. I offered a deal. I would stop taking pictures of Afghan women if he would erase all of his porn. Of course, he balked. I told him to shut up and drive. lol

Another ludicrous example of the traditions here and elsewhere in the world of Islam. I met a young woman who had lived most of her life in Switzerland. She had gone to all western schools from grade school through University. Her family moved back to Afghanistan a couple of years ago. They spent most of their family money in the process of returning. This girl is quite beautiful. So her father used her beauty to form a business partnership. She is to be married to a man in his 60s. She will be his second wife. Expected to give him the son that his first wife had yet to produce. She has a degree in mathematics that will be for naught as her husband to be is a traditionalist. She will be required to wear a chidari and will not be allowed to leave the house much less hold a job. Once she stepped back inside the world of Islam, she became property. She has no choice in this matter. No say.

This is the world of Islam. The justice that Islam affords women.

These are Islams victims. Future and present.


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NGO volunteers from London pose with their students in Kabul.

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As mysterious as she is beautiful.

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Hijab, Chidari, Burqa … the arrogance and folly of Islamic men. Why would you cause to be hidden such beauty.

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