14 May 2017

a Mama UNlike ( Too Many, Sadly, ) Other Ones


The Mother Who Saved Suffrage: Passing the 19th Amendment




On August 18, 1920, Tennessee passed the proposed 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution by a one-vote margin, becoming the 36th state to ratify the measure and clearing the way for its official adoption eight days later. Incredibly, women’s suffrage in the United States ultimately hinged on an 11th-hour change of heart by a young state legislator with a very powerful mother.

Minutes after Tennessee ratified the 19th Amendment, essentially ending American women’s decades-long quest for the right to vote, a young man with a red rose pinned to his lapel fled to the attic of the state capitol and camped out there until the maddening crowds downstairs dispersed. Some say he crept onto a third-floor ledge to escape an angry mob of anti-suffragist lawmakers threatening to rough him up.

The date was August 18, 1920, and the man was Harry Burn, a 24-year-old representative from East Tennessee who two years earlier had become the youngest member of the state legislature. The red rose signified his opposition to the proposed 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which stated that “[t]he right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.” By the summer of 1920, 35 states had ratified the measure, bringing it one vote short of the required 36. In Tennessee, it had sailed through the Senate but stalled in the House of Representatives, prompting thousands of pro- and anti-suffrage activists to descend upon Nashville. If Burn and his colleagues voted in its favor, the 19th Amendment would pass the final hurdle on its way to adoption.

After weeks of intense lobbying and debate within the Tennessee legislature, a motion to table the amendment was defeated with a 48-48 tie. The speaker called the measure to a ratification vote. To the dismay of the many suffragists who had packed into the capitol with their yellow roses, sashes and signs, it seemed certain that the final roll call would maintain the deadlock. But that morning, Harry Burn—who until that time had fallen squarely in the anti-suffrage camp—received a note from his mother, Phoebe Ensminger Burn, known to her family and friends as Miss Febb. In it, she had written, “Hurrah, and vote for suffrage! Don’t keep them in doubt. I notice some of the speeches against. They were bitter. I have been watching to see how you stood, but have not noticed anything yet.” She ended the missive with a rousing endorsement of the great suffragist leader Carrie Chapman Catt, imploring her son to “be a good boy and help Mrs. Catt put the ‘rat’ in ratification.”

Still sporting his red boutonniere but clutching his mother’s letter, Burn said “aye” so quickly that it took his fellow legislators a few moments to register his unexpected response. With that single syllable he extended the vote to the women of America and ended half a century of tireless campaigning by generations of suffragists, including Susan B. Anthony, Alice Paul, Lucy Burns and, of course, Mrs. Catt. (“To get the word ‘male’ in effect out of the Constitution cost the women of this country 52 years of pauseless campaign,” Catt wrote in her 1923 book, “Woman Suffrage and Politics.”) He also invoked the fury of his red rose-carrying peers while presumably avoiding that of his mother—which may very well have been the more daunting of the two.

The next day, Burn defended his last-minute reversal in a speech to the assembly. For the first time, he publicly expressed his personal support of universal suffrage, declaring, “I believe we had a moral and legal right to ratify.” But he also made no secret of Miss Febb’s influence—and her crucial role in the story of women’s rights in the United States. “I know that a mother’s advice is always safest for her boy to follow,” he explained, “and my mother wanted me to vote for ratification.”






06 May 2017

... ... Any day now. Any day now. We shall be ... ...

"Nolite te bastardes carborundorum, Bitches."
Any day now.  Any day now.  We shall be ... ...

I made for him, Commander Edinsmaier,
the perfect, perfect, perfect handmaid.
Babies.  Babies.  Babies.

But only in the manner of Ms Atwood's the Handmaid's Tale.

Then ... ... whilst the Commander could not make me actually dead
and himself, though, publicly keep intact his soooo - desired Rolex - life
as was his literal - want,
I was ... ... still ... ... out and gone.

The Pussy Cunt - Handmaid was out and gone.

p 234 - 235, Chapter 27, Mother - Fucking

"What kind of payoff in 1989, is there in it for the 17 – year – old, older brother – Joy Toy Boy Daddee who spends only $67 on his children’s needs but then at the very same time simply tosses down to the nine – year – old, the ten – year – old and the twelve – year – old children just about that very amount to spend as they so choose on their wants for the month?  Well, the bonus, the perk, that payoff is not even subtle:  Herry – Daddee continued to purchase the Truemaier Boys’ affections –– even after the separation, no change in his will regarding this laissez – faire behavior of his here, for sure.  A soooo perpetuating sequel, wouldn’t you say, Jury, to Dr. Herod Edinsmaier’s becoming the primary caretaking parent for my three minor children, for this finally freed potty – brain from out of the Brookside Forest?  


Finally only near the ends of both of these Discovery sets do we come to the inquiries and answers regarding each other’s opinions about qualities or traits necessary to be custodial parents of human offspring!  To be the continuing primary caretaking parent of the babies whom I alone grew and whom I alone birthed.  And was …, from their git – go, trusted to so do!  From a bumpersticker I recently read, “If you can’t trust me with The Choice, then how can you trust me with The Child?”  


But!  But I had been trusted with both! … And times three!  Three perfect, perfect, perfect platinum blonde, blue – eyed Aryan boy babies!  Bada bing, bada bang, bada boom!  Regarding The Choice, too, just wait, Jury, till you know the Good and Wonderful Dr. Herod Edinsmaier’s C H O I C E for … Dr. Legion True’s, for my uterus’s very first fruitful fecundity … … Zane. Huge H I N T here, Jury:  Think … A B O R T I O N.


Beginning with #20 out of a total of 24 interrogatories, we read that a mere five or only about 20 percent of all of the queries pertain to, well, … the characters of the adults, the Truemaier Boys’ mother and father!  Too, these five are not so standard nor routine either.  As a matter of fact, they’re pretty personal.  Or, I should say … personalized.  Worded so that the questions fit me most specifically.  I The Mother, and never the Petitioner, not the father, am decidedly singled out to specifically be put on the defensive right off.  Sexist!"




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p 229, Chapter 27, Mother - Fucking

"But for the perfectly pillared and countenanced Dr. Herod Edinsmaier the Parent, the ideal of Paternal leadership Himself, the Father who so – oft fuckfully fancied in the Shitbox Dodge whilst motoring us all past Midwest pastures of grazing Holsteins modeling through his full facial hair, his brownish bushy beard and handlebar mustache, its sniggering and snorting bulls’ snouts sniffing after the several cows’ vulvae, … for Daddee – Herry to be so self – absorbed as to believe that he did not even need, let alone think, to tell ‘the Court’, that is, to tell a similarly elevated judge – man, that the primo papa actually loves my three sons smacks of the highest degree in androcentric arrogance and entitlement.  To the actual point that its absolute absence in the situation of child custody! qualifies as hate speech … that silence – genre of thuggery so, so commonly perped by Terrorist King Herod.  … With much more of only the same to come."