Untrainable Woman – Patriarchs want to eliminate her
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Untrainable Horse-They told me not to buy him
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvpr7Zyr0wM
“The Clever Cowgirl” podcast is a fave. She’s gentle, takes on many charity cases no
one else wants, trains & coddles them with care, then sells them for a
profit as companion horses for riding.
Sounds good.
But even she came up with one that couldn’t be trained. After months of gently teaching this horse to
take a bridle, then a saddle, then attempted to climb up on him, he bucked like
a rodeo horse, lol.
Here’s the rub. They take
wild horses, roaming free – we apparently have lots of them in
Now the language Clever cowgirl uses goes like so,
“not been handled,” or “handled roughly,” “abused ‘till he’s
scared,” – she showed film of a ‘trainer slapping a horse in the face again
& again, making him fear humans – later she got the horse & had to show
him not all humans are cruel.
The process of training is take the ‘wild’ & ‘natural’
out of the beast & make him conform to WHAT WE WANT. We want the horse to OBEY, to let us tuss him
up with bridles, a bit in the mouth eventually, {how would you like a bit in
your mouth with a rope that turns left or right to show you which way to go?} a
saddle, & then take our lard on their backs & ride the way we
wish. Maybe slow, trot, walk, gallop,
jump, whatever we want – we ‘train,’ ‘teach’, ‘handle,’ the horse – brainwash
is good. Mind you we have taken him or
her away from their family & best friend/partners, from their free, happy
natural lifestyle into confinement : barns, corrals & penned-in yards of
various sizes. Small yards for training,
big pens for running about – but it ain’t free.
We have used these Sacred creatures for torturous work like
stagecoaches, wagons, plowing, tilling & worst of all WAR. In war they are injured & killed as much
or even more so than humans, & in the end, when they are worn out but
survived, example, – in World War II the English gave their survivors to the
French, who used them as FOOD, horsemeat one of their faves. A big thank you for their heroism.
But back to the subject & what is my point? Some women are like that horse. They cannot
be trained or molded into Stepford wives, the normalcy of Patriarchy. {Stepford
wives were replaced by machines made in the image & likeness of the real
women, & they did everything exactly like the men wanted – obsessed with
house cleaning & management, gave up all their personal interests, like
let’s say, tennis, excited like a porn
star to make love to the repulsive mate – moaning & groaning like their
life depended on his little tinker. The
real women were apparently sent to the bone yard, although the movies don’t
show the actual killing.} Patriarchs –
men& woman, say you must be ‘handled,’ be obedient, docile, let the man
ride you. You serve him, carry heavy
crosses like clean the house, cook, bear children just for him, while he goes
out & is FREE – you’re tied to the barn as the kids are there. What works for most women, they give in,
doesn’t work for you. When they are nice you respond, but when they start to
climb up on your back you buck like a rodeo.
The bottom line, you won’t give in.
That’s when the name calling begins, & the threats,
& the insults. Most women can’t take
the heat, they give in. Being married is
prostitution, an amended form. You’re
his private hooker, he controls you.
Don’t think these married women have equality – I’ve met them. The man dominates but it isn’t obvious. But let her try to make a move it comes out –
like when I became friends with these married women, it was doomed. He finds out what I’m about, the deal is over
– no more friendship, married women are not to be supported, given an open gate
or empowered by outside sisters.
Now my message here to all you women out there, is we are
the Army of Mother God – the Sisters are the soldiers. They have conquered us, we are Prisoners of
War. It is our DUTY to try to escape. My
new Religion & Order is a pathway toward that – a Safe Haven for women to
get away from Patriarchs & raise their children the way real women did eons
ago.
This is what I’m creating – safe space to get out of the
barn & the corral, no more bit in the mouth – I will not be ridden. I am the human, you are the horse. It’s you who must go out there & work for
me, not me for you,
“Get
behind me, man!”
Well-said, Rasa. This one came out great as usual, with great artwork and plenty of cute fuzzies (both equines and felines), and I will be sure to share it.
ReplyDeleteHappy St. Patrick's Day to you as well :)
Pete
thanks Pete!
ReplyDeleteYou're very welcome :)
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