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Sunday, June 7, 2009

Her Marbles Keep Falling Out

Lee Decesare, the priggish Pinellas popinjay maintains her status as the district’s chief pain in the patoot.

Recently, she requested the entire email history of Linda Kipley, MaryEllen Elia, and Don Quixote

Decesare is still steamed that Sam Erwin( aka Doug Erwin) was screwed by the district, that Jim Hamilton is paid as a part-time lobbyist for the district, that Ms. Elia does not have a doctorate, and that Martians haven’t show her much interest.

The district’s response…a great one….is, “We’ll be happy to comply with your request. Simply be prepared to pay the costs of all staff salaries, benefits, and office supplies as a result of your requests.”

Freedom of information ain’t cheap.

I will admit that Ms. Decesare has one redeeming value: We can all use her as a benchmark for our own sanity. If you think her thoughts have value, you probably have canaries leaking out of your birdcage.

Somebody once wrote that my rantings here are similar to hers. Well, no. First, she has much more energy than me. If I write five words, she’ll write five hundred. Second, I’ve never addressed a school board meeting flashing my ta-tas.

Mr. Shultz, on my first visit to your blog after defending your free-speech rights today at the board meeting, I find that I am the subject of a keen piece knocking me to hell and back.

Crude but lively, sir.

Pray allow me to respond.

I take exception to nothing except the questionable diction of your last paragraph. What, pray, is standard English for "ta-tas," as in "flashing ...[her-De Cesare's ] ta-tas" at a board meeting?

If "ta-tas" mean "breasts," then I must say you are not a gentleman. No gentleman refers to a woman's ta-tas if she has passed her seventieth year. I have.

That ta-ta term of denigration of women's breasts bespeaks obsession, ingratitude, and sexism.

Had not women in the Darwinian stream of humanity in the descent of the species offered their prehistoric ta-tas to the babies, none of us would be here today.

Men are markedly ambivalent about ta-tas.In fact, men's obsession with ta-tas has made ta-tas front and center in all pornography publications, a billion-dollar industry consumed by mixed-up men who both jeer at and worship women's ta-tas.

Another dimension of the ta-ta locution involves its leering sexism. When men are not staring at women's ta-tas, they are jeering at us of the ta-ta phylum for our supposed ta-ta-related frailties.

We radical feminists of the ta-ta sisterhood, however, don't stand mute at insults to our sex's anatomy and physiology.

We riposte.

A guy using the ta-ta putdown is likely get the sneer from us ta-taettes that he is one of the stuffed-crotch brigands who parade around macho poseur such as President Bush did in his stuffed-crotch pilot outfit on the deck of the ship when he announced that shock and awe and magnificent stuffed-crotch offense had won the Iraq war in 24 hours several years ago. We are still there, however, with stuffed-crotch padding littering the Iraqi streets.

Women also speculate in the beauty parlor about which guys are on IV Viagra and which are Viagra-lozenge suckers 24-7. These are the guys who perpetually intone, "Baby, baby, don't get hooked on me." Such fakers do not get good press in the beauty parlor. They get hoots and peals of soprano laughter.

We women are also likely to post on powder room walls the lousy skills of the ta-ta name callers in bed or sell the occasional ejaculatio praecox story to the National Inquirer.

One of Jesse James's strip-club paramours said that very thing about the old bloviator: that he is a dud in bed. One is sure it crushed him. Men can't hold up their heads or anything else when women out their sexual inadequacies. That would be women with ta-tas we're talking about. Along with ta-tas goes a reliable talent for viciousness. Ask any biogenicist.

I want to make the acquaintance of that young woman with the splendid ta-tas that could feed sextuplets who dissed Jesse James's in-bed maneuvers. I shall nominate her for a Nobel in putting the old stuffed-crotch poseur to shame.

"Well done, my dear, " I shall say. "Keep up the good work until men learn to treat women as human beings and stop reducing them to their secondary sexual characteristics such as the bearers of ta-tas."

One notes from skimming your blog that only two board members get your wrath: Valdes and Griffith. The others are swell in your book. That review shows that you lack depth of analytic probity--probably because you can't keep your mind off ta-tas. Kurdell and Olson are paragons in your book. Not mine. They both participated in or covered up the thuggery in which the board and administration tried to fire Mr. Erwin because he discovered ROSSAC graft and theft. These fiends also schemed to deprive him of his pension, but they are just swell according to you. Your head's messed up if you think so. That's the fate of men with ta-ta fetishism: their synapses burn out on them.

Hail and farewell, Mr. Schmidt. I wish you well in your partial board attacks. All of the board members and upper administration need a thrashing in my view and then a kicking out.

None of the board members deserve re-election. They run the schools like a small-time crime syndicate in the Bronx.

If you have any quarrel with the comments in this missive, pray meet me in the parking lot--any parking lot--and I will clean your clock, sir. Some of us elderly ta-ta carriers are black-belt Valkyries.

Have a nice day.

lee Ta-Ta de cesare