At the center of Washington, DC, is a battle. And at the core of this nation is war. Not for political parties or for financial gain. But for the very heart of this people. The very fabric of our existence. A week ago hundreds of thousands of women, and their supporting male characters, descended on the National Mall. Most, including girls too young to understand, wearing knit hats euphemizing a term that pornographers use to entice and enslave young men in sexual addiction. Speakers raged and pounded on the podium about how society has kept women down - yelling that the only thing that will free women is to reject the very thing that makes women unique. That sets women apart. That gives the world need for women. Screaming in the face of anyone, especially a woman, who would stay the hand of a woman from destroying her womanhood. And the world watches. Gathering in their collective throats an outcry of pent up rage that anyone would dare to keep a woman down. Would dare to stop her f...
a counter-cultural pause