#dworkin report

[rosielindy]

I’ve been following Scott Dworkin for a while, I like what he’s doing right now, in this crucial moment of our country’s history.

[angelic-girlblogger]

The idea that being young, sexy, and heterosexual isn't actually the most miserable way to be a woman is a male-created idea. Marilyn Monroe, the most iconic sex symbol of all time, clearly committed suicide via pill overdose, evidenced by the news articles published the morning after her death:

"The actress had also been under the care of a psychoanalyst for a year, and had called him to her home last night." (NY Times, 1962)

"The coroner's office listed the death on its records as possible suicide" (LA Times, 1962)

Andrea Dworkin wrote that men couldn't cope with the idea of her committing suicide, because that would mean their most iconic sex symbol didn't actually enjoy her sexualization. They rebranded her death as an 'accidental overdose'. The only reason why young women want to achieve sex symbol status is because men cover up the deaths of despair of iconic, sexy women because they can't cope with the fact that maybe she didn't like her sexualization. Like literally give me one example of a female pornstar or sex symbol whose death was actually accurately reported as a suicide. To the best of my knowledge, there are none, even though so many sexualized women commit suicide in astonishing numbers

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Scott Dworkin at The Dworkin Report:

We are 8 days into Trump’s return, and it’s clear as day that the pushback from Democrats is disjointed, and needs to be much stronger. But there are some absolute bright spots: outspoken, forceful, determined leaders, who will never cower to Donald. If we want to get serious about winning this fight against maga, these are the types of champions we’ll need to rally behind. US Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC) has been an extremely effective messenger, who triggers maga at a baffling level. AOC’s slams get viral news coverage, and she knows how to cut through the nonsense better than most anybody out there. Just last week, AOC called out the Broligarchs who once criticized Trump, saying they’re now in a “kiss-ass race,” and enjoying “a billionaire feeding frenzy.” AOC also dropped the mic on Donald, calling him “the quintessential New York con man.” When Trump threw a tantrum about Colombia’s president refusing to accept deported immigrants, AOC said: “Trump is about to make every American pay even more for coffee,” and cause inflation to be “worse for working class Americans.” Spot on.

Then there’s US Rep. Jasmine Crockett, who truly knows how to command an audience. Crockett constantly takes on Marge Greene, Nancy Mace and the rest of the maga cult—during hearings and in public. In Crockett’s DNC speech, she said Trump “is a career criminal, with 34 felonies, 2 impeachments, and 1 porn star to prove it.” “If you’re looking for me to sugarcoat the reality we’re facing, I can’t do that,” Crockett recently told Harper’s Bazaar. US Sen. Tammy Duckworth has been taking on Republicans in ways few others could. A Purple Heart recipient, who lost her legs and severely injured her arm in battle, Duckworth said: “Trump is despicable. He doesn’t deserve to be commander-in-chief.” On cabinet picks, Duckworth took the gloves off, saying Tulsi Gabbard is “compromised,” and doubts “she could actually pass a background check.” Duckworth’s also sounding the alarm about the most unhinged nominee, Kash Patel—warning he’d use “law enforcement to seek retribution against his political enemies.” And as always, US Sen. Elizabeth Warren continues to completely decimate Trump on his corruption, and long list of failed promises. Just last night, Warren blasted Trump: “his failure to even try and move in the direction of lowering [grocery] costs is a betrayal of the American people.”

Happy to have AOC, Duckworth, Warren, and Crockett fighting for what is right.

[fem-scum]

85% of survivors of prostitution report being victims of incest as children, 90% were physically abused, and 98% were emotionally abused.

“Incest is boot camp. Incest is where you send the girl to learn how to do it. So you don't, obviously, have to send her anywhere, she's already there and she's got nowhere else to go. She's trained. And the training is specific and it is important: not to have any real boundaries to her own body; to know that she's valued only for sex; to learn about men what the offender, the sex offender, is teaching her. But even that is not enough, because then she runs away and she is out on the streets and homeless. For most women, some version of all these kinds of destitution needs to occur,

I have thought a lot in the last couple of years about the meaning of homelessness for women. I think that it is, in a literal sense, a pre- condition, along with incest and poverty in the United States, to create a population of women who can be prostituted. But it has a wider meaning, too. Think about where any woman really has a home.

No child is safe in a society in which one out of three girls is going to be sexually abused before she is eighteen. No wife is safe in a society in which recent figures appear to say that one out of two married women has been or is being beaten. We are the homemakers; we make these homes but we have no right to them.”

Andrea Dworkin, Prostitution and Male Supremacy

Sources;

https://repository.law.umich.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?referer=&httpsredir=1&article=1197&context=mjgl

https://repository.law.umich.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1191&context=mjgl

[haggishlyhagging]

In the early days, when the women's movement began to take on the pornography industry, people said: "It's pointless. It's hopeless. You can't go up against them. There's nothing we can do." Their power seemed so overwhelming because their money was overwhelming. The fact that they owned media made them a formidable kind of opponent. We didn't own very much. Their access to legitimacy—the stables of lawyers that they have to protect their interests; what were we going to do in the face of all of this?

And we would take our raggedy little signs and we would march 10,000 miles in a circle. And we'd be tired and dead and defeated, and we would say, "We're not getting anywhere." And the next day we would go out again, and we would march another 10,000 miles in another circle somewhere. And all over this country, in cities and in towns, everywhere, women were activists against pornography.

The media never reported it. Whole bunches of people didn't care about it. But feminism was alive and well throughout the country because women were activists on the issue of pornography and, at the same time, were using pornography to build a very sophisticated and new understanding of the reality of sexual abuse: how all the sexual abuses cohere to hurt us, to put us down, to turn us into commodities.

Then in Minneapolis we developed a civil-rights law, and suddenly the pornographers understood that we were trying to take their money away from them. Not only were all these strange little women marching in circles and making themselves dizzy, but we actually thought we were going to walk into a courtroom and say: "We're breaking your piggybanks open, and we're taking all your change, and we're using it for women. That's what we're going to do." Their reaction, their mobilization against the civil-rights ordinance, has been spectacular. It hasn't been spectacular because they think the ordinance isn't going to work. Their anger, their hostility, their frustration, their aggression, is because finally they take us seriously as a political presence that can hurt them.

And, horribly, at exactly the same moment, the ground collapses out of the women's movement. And everybody turns into chicken shit and runs. Now we try not to tell them that. We try to keep it to ourselves as much as we can and we don't say, "Well, you know, really, we use mirrors." We have approached them as if we know what we're doing, as if we know what they're doing, as if we know what they're going to do tomorrow the same way that we figured out what they did yesterday.

But the reality is that the will to destroy them has gone out of fashion, because destroying them is a bad thing, because destroying them is censorship. And if little Bob Guccione can't say what he wants to say—even though he happens to need a woman's body to say it—then the country is poorer in ideas, in political freedom—our political freedom, we're told. We have to protect him in order to protect our political freedom. Our bodies are his language that he's expressing himself in, and our responsibility is to make sure that he keeps doing it.

And the horror has been that women have fallen for it, women have bought into it, women have been intimidated, women have been shut up in defense of this First Amendment that is not even ours to use. You have to be able to express your communication before it's entitled to First Amendment protection and you can't express it if you are too poor, not to mention if you are too crazy, which a hell of a lot of women are after what we have all been through, not to mention if you have been silenced by sexual abuse, not to mention if it began when you were a child, and you have been fighting, and fighting, and fighting for your identity and your integrity because somebody tried to destroy it back then before it was even fully formed. This silence that we live in is supposed to be okay. We're supposed to accept it.

-Andrea Dworkin, “Resistance” in The Sexual Liberals and the Attack on Feminism

[warningsine]

For years, for years this argument over and over and over and over again, because none of these people have read Dworkin's "Right Wing Women" or care about what the show is saying about women like Serena and Lydia.

Tbf, the series often portrayed Serena as the ultimate villain, because she was June's antagonist, but:

Before Gilead, Serena was a prominent conservative author and speaker, known for her book "A Woman’s Place," which advocated for trad gender roles and the subjugation of women to domestic spheres. She did not even have a TV series like her book counterpart. Of course, right wing men that salivate over women (poster girls) humiliating themselves, took advantage of her writing.

She Lady Macbethed Fred, told him to "be a man," i.e., participate in Gilead's version of January 6. That makes her a war criminal.

Sexual slavery and human rights violations. Although we saw Serena admit that she does not like the idea of handmaids (season 1), she very much abused and coraped June.

These are her crimes.

That being said, Serena did not build Gilead. She was not Lawrence. She was not a Commander and thus had no actual structural power.

In fact, the very system Serena helped establish ultimately oppressed her too. She was subjected to the same patriarchal constraints she used to endorse.

Hello, does anyone remember Fred hitting her in front of June to humiliate her and keep her away from June? Does anyone remember that she tried to speak out and lost her finger for it?

She oscillates between complicity and resistance. After 5 seasons, the show decided to stop making her seesaw and made her pick a side. June's. Because she was the catalyst for Serena's change of heart. They trauma bonded and in a weird way, Serena loves her.

As for Lydia, they're setting her up for "The Testaments" sequel, where she plays a big role along with June's daughters.

Regarding Lawrence's arc, I cannot fully express an opinion, because I haven't watched seasons 4 & 5 yet. Ngl, I had my issues with the show making the actual architect of Gilead crack dark jokes so as to make him quirky and sympathetic, but alas I enjoy Bradley Whitford too much.

Like I said, he is the architect. His work legitimized processes that stripped women of their rights, leading to widespread imprisonment and systemic sexual violence.

He created the Colonies, toxic labor camps, condemning infertile and non compliant women to their deaths.

Involvement in human trafficking. He was complicit in the forced relocation and assignment of women. He selected individuals to serve as Marthas or be sent to the Colonies.

Complicity in sexual exploitation. While he disdained the Ceremony, he still perpetuated the cycle of abuse inherent in Gilead's structure. Like Janine said, "You're not a good guy. You're good compared to the rest of [the Commanders]."

But does he express remorse? Yes. He aids June and the resistance on several occasions and in a final act of defiance, he sacrifices himself in a suicide mission to dismantle the regine's power structure.

The difference between Lawrence and Nick is that the former helped June without being or trying to be in her pants.

I'm sorry to burst your bubbles, but

in season 1, the show told us that Nick was a soldier in the crusade that led to Gilead's rise. This included direct (unlike Serena and Aunt Lydia's) involvement in violent actions like the attacks on the White House and the Capitol. These are classified as treason and terrorism under international law.

Enforcement of oppression as an Eye and complicity in human rights abuses. He was part of Gilead's secret police, responsible for monitoring and reporting on people's behaviors, leading to punishments, executions and forced labor.

Complicity in sexual exploitation. Nick facilitated Fred's visits to Jezebel's, a brothel were women were raped.

So, no, revealing the Mayday's resistance's plan to bomb Jezebel's to Wharton and embracing Gilead was not out of character or whatever people are complaining about.

There were plenty of moments where he prioritized self-preservation and being in love with June/helping her specifically does not change that.

[khande11]

Millie Winchester- Season 2

Bloodlust- 1

A woman was running through a forest in Red Lodge, Montana. She tripped and fell, but quickly got back up as she saw the figure chasing her. She stopped behind a tree as the figure ran past. Thinking that she was finally safe, she stepped out only for a large hook to appear and slice her head off.

***************

AC/DC's Back in Black was playing as the Impala zoomed down the road. Dean, happy to have his car back, nodded along to his music with a smile.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr. Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean asked.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam joked.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Dean said, crooning at his car.

"Okay, but if he starts kissing it, I'm jumping out." Millie said, eyeing Dean cautiously. Sam and Matty chuckled.

"You're in a good mood." Sam noted.

"Why shouldn't I be?"

"No reason."

"Got my car, got my case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mr. Sunshine." Millie shook her head with a smile.

Dean chuckled. "How far to Red Lodge?"

"Uh, about another 300 miles." Sam told him.

"Good." Dean grinned, flooring it.

***************

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at this time." The sheriff told Sam, Millie and Dean, who were posing as reporters while Mateo stayed in the car.

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but just for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Millie asked.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, a Christina Flanagan." Millie said, reading the name from her notes.

"That was two days ago. Is there-" A knock at the door interrupted the sheriff. A young woman pointed at her watch. "Oh. Sorry boys and miss, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question-" Sam tried to ask.

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asked.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?"

"So you don't think there's a connection?" Sam asked.

"Connection with...?"

"First, cattle mutilations, now two murders? Kind of sounds like ritual stuff."

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff." Millie added.

"You..." The sheriff laughed, before noticing the serious looks on the siblings' faces. "You're not kidding."

"No." Dean said.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?" Sam asked.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within 48 hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News..." Dean said.

"Weekly World News." Millie and Sam corrected.

"World-" Dean tried to say.

"Weekly World-" Millie told him.

"Weekly... I'm new." Dean shrugged, sheepishly.

"Get out of my office." The sheriff said.

***************

Sam, Millie, Mateo and Dean burst into the morgue wearing lab coats. An intern with a name tag that read 'J. Manners.' looked up at them.

"John." Dean said.

"Jeff." The intern corrected.

"Jeff. I know that." Dean chuckled. "Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation."

Dean paused.

"Well, he's back." Mateo stepped in. "And he's pissed. And he's screaming for you, man, so if I were you I would..." Mateo whistled, gesturing for the intern to leave, which he quickly did.

Dean waited for the intern to close the door. "Hey, those satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?"

"Yeah, reversed pentacle on the forehead." Millie said.

"Yeah." Dean hummed, handing the others a pair of latex gloves each. "So much F'd up crap happens in Florida."

Sam opened a compartment and wheeled out the corpse. There was a box between its legs.

"All right, open it." Dean said, nodding at Sam.

"You open it." Sam fired back.

Millie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Scoot." She said to Dean, bumping him out of the way with her hip and picking up the box to open it on the table. She grimaced at the girl's head, before sighing as she examined it, while Sam and Dean came up either side of her and Mateo stood behind her.

"Well, no pentagram."

"Wow. Poor girl."

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat." Dean suggested. "You know, kind of like the moth in Silence of the Lambs."

"Yeah, here, go ahead." Sam said, pushing the box to Dean.

"No, you go ahead." Dean said, pushing it back to him.

"What?"

"Put the lotion in the basket." Dean said, referencing the Silence of the Lambs. Sam and Dean stared at one another, refusing to be the one to touch the head, before they slowly turned to Millie, who was looking at the two of them with a bored expression.

"I want pancakes after this."

"Pancakes and waffles." Dean promised with a grin.

Millie took in a deep breath as she placed her fingers in the girl's mouth.

"Guys, get me a bucket."

"You find something?" Mateo asked.

"No, I'm going to puke." Millie said, grimacing as she took out her fingers.

"Wait, lift her lip up again." Dean said.

"You know, it doesn't matter if you make me puke, you're still buying me pancakes." Millie said, not wanting to be tricked into doing something disgusting.

"No, no, no. I think I saw something." Dean said, pulling the lip back again. "What is that, a hole?"

Dean pressed down on the gum and a narrow, sharp tooth descended.

"It's a tooth." Sam said.

"Guys, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs." Mateo revealed.

"You gotta be kidding me." Dean sighed.

"Well, this changes things." Millie said.

"Ya think?"

****************

The Winchesters and Mateo pulled up to a local bar. The siblings walked in, while Mateo stayed in the car to complete his research.

"How's it going?" Dean asked the bartender.

"Living the dream. What can I get for you?"

"Three beers, please."

"So, we're looking for some people." Sam began.

"Sure. It's hard to be lonely." The bartender said, sarcastically.

"Yeah. But, um, that's not what he meant." Millie said, sliding a $50 bill across to the bartender, who took it. "Right. So these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..."

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night." Dean added.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot- drinkers. Noisy. I've had to eighty-six them once or twice." The bartender explained, as a man sat in the corner watched them.

"Thanks." Dean said. They left their unfinished beers on the table and left, walking past the empty chair that the mysterious man had been sat in. As the siblings walked outside, the man watched them, hiding out of view, before deciding to follow them. The Winchesters walked down an alley, where the man lost sight of them. He turned around, when he was suddenly pinned to the wall, with Sam and Millie holding his arms in place, while Dean had a knife to his throat.

"Smile." Dean ordered.

"What?" The man asked.

"Show us those pearly whites."

"Oh, for the love of- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire." The man told them, causing the three to frown. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Millie asked. 

"How to kill them. Now seriously, bro. That knife's making me itch." The man tried to pull away, causing Sam to slam his hand into the wall. "Whoa, easy there, Chachi." He slowly brought up his hand to pull back his lip, revealing his normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy? Now. Who the hell are you?"

"Guys!" Mateo called, as he ran down the alley. "What the hell? I was waiting for you." He finally spotted the reason why the Winchesters hadn't returned, and his eyes widened in recognition. "Gordon?"

"Mateo. Good to see you, man." Gordon nodded, recognising the hunter he had occasionally worked with. Then glanced at the confused siblings. "Friends of yours?"

****************

"Sam, Millie and Dean Winchester." Gordon said, pulling his arsenal out of his car. "I can't believe it. You know, I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I heard he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you three fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-"

"You seem to know a lot about our family." Dean noted.

"Well, Mateo could never shut up about his girl and friends every time I saw him. Plus, word travels fast. You know how hunters talk."

"No, we don't, actually."

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"

"So, um, so those two vampires, they were yours, huh?" Millie asked.

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Dean asked.

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Though they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Where's the nest, then?" Sam asked.

"I got this one covered." Gordon dismissed. "Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meeting you guys, and it's good seeing you again Mateo. But I've been on this thing for over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help." Dean offered.

"Thanks, but, uh, I'm kind of a go-it-alone type of guy. Mateo will tell you, I'll only let him help once in a while, and that's cause we go back, but I prefer to do it solo."

"Come on, man. I've been itching for a hunt." Dean pleaded.

"Sorry. But, hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." Gordon said, getting in his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side."

The four watched as Gordon drove off on his own.

*****************

A man was sat in the mill, alone. He heard a noise outside and got up to investigate. He headed up to the roof, pulling out a crowbar to defend himself, when a crow flew by, startling him. Seeing there was nothing else, he relaxed and turned to head back down, only to be attacked by Gordon with a machete. The man snarled, revealing his fangs. They struggled with one another, until the vampire turned on the electric saw and pinned Gordon down below it, getting ready to decapitate him.

Suddenly, Sam pulled Gordon away by his feet, before he could get his head sawed off. The vampire went to attack, but Millie jumped in, blocking the vampire's punch and kicking him in the stomach, sending him backwards towards Dean and Mateo. Mateo swung the crowbar that the vampire had been using, which allowed Dean to knock the vampire under the saw. He pierced his weapon into the vampire's chest, pinning him in place. He threw a couple of punches to keep him incapacitated, before bringing the saw down, decapitating the vampire and spraying himself with its blood.

"So, uh, I guess I gotta buy you that drink." Gordon chuckled, as Mateo smiled, pleased to see his old acquaintance getting along with his friends and girlfriend. 

Meanwhile, Sam and Millie stared at the bloody Dean, shocked by the brutality of his kill. 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Scott Dworkin at The Dworkin Report:

In the White House Press Briefing Room on Friday, John Ashbrook was put right up front, in a spot normally reserved for staff. Ashbrook, host of a pro-GOP podcast, was given the red-carpet treatment as he filled Trump’s “new media” seat. His “hard-hitting” question sounded completely staged, asking if the Press Secretary personally thought the media was out of touch. What an absolute joke. Since this “new media” seat idea was announced Tuesday, a right-winger from Breitbart has also asked the first question. It seems to be Trump’s new weapon against the Press—having scripted questions that allow Donald to more easily spread his lies. Trump’s Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt says that the new seat is needed, because trust in the media is at an all-time low. Funny how she didn’t mention the enormous role her pathological liar of a boss played in all that.

It’s not just at the White House where things are getting bad for corporate media. Trump also had his disgrace of a Defense Secretary, Pete Hegseth, make sweeping changes with the Pentagon Press Corps.

NBC News, NPR, The NY Times, and Politico were all kicked out of their workspaces, and replaced with maga propaganda outlets One America News, Breitbart, the New York Post, and randomly—HuffPost. NBC stated they were “disappointed,” and The NY Times said it was a “concerning development.” Sounds like Susan Collins wrote those responses. Kevin Baron, a former VP of the Pentagon Press Association, called the changes an “erasure of journalism at the Pentagon…replaced with fake news partisans…for fake balance.” This is why corporate media should’ve never bent the knee to Trump. Mika and Joe needed to stay home. ABC News shouldn’t have settled. Neither should Paramount. Trump cutting off access to the Press is just the beginning. We warned them, but they clearly didn’t listen. And in the end, the American people will pay the price for it. Lies and fake news manufactured by the White House, looks to become the norm.

Scott Dworkin wrote a gem on the legacy media outlets who obeyed in advance still got burnt by Tyrant Trump and his spokespropagandist Karoline Leavitt.

See Also:

The Guardian: ‘He’s become America’s assignment editor’: US media owners bend to Trump

[aspenmissing]

𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

The Metallic car zooms up a 2-lane, driven by Y/N, the window open and her hair blowing back in the wind with a wide smile on her face. Dean is sat in the passenger besides her, the two in a good mood and grooving along to their music. Sam has his arm resting on the door with the window open, staring forwards at the two.

"Whoo! Listen to her purr! Have you ever heard anything so sweet?" Dean says with a big grin on his face, looking to his sister - who shares his big grin and nodding her head.

"You know, if you two wanna get a room, just let us know, Dean." Sam jokes.

"Oh, don't listen to him, baby. He doesn't understand us." Y/N says, patting the steering wheel of the Impala.

"You two are in a good mood," Sam says, laughing.

"Why shouldn't we be?" Dean says.

"No reason."

"Got my car, got a case, things are looking up."

"Wow. Give you a couple of severed heads and a pile of dead cows and you're Mister Sunshine," Y/N says, smiling. Dean laughs.

"How far to Red Lodge?" Dean asks.

"Uh, about another three hundred miles."

"Good." Dean presses down on the accelerator, and the Impala goes faster.

==

In Red Lodge, a sheriff with a mustache is talking to Sam, Y/N, and Dean, who are posing as reporters. The boys were wearing their suits, while Y/N's wearing a white blouse with work pants and a jacket - the three holding notepads.

"The murder investigation is ongoing, and that's all I can share with the press at the time."

"Sure, sure, we understand that, but for the record, you found the first, uh, head last week, correct?" Y/N says.

"Mm-hmm."

"Okay, and the other, uh, Christina Flanigan?"

"That was two days ago. Is there-" A young woman knocks on the door, points at her watch. "Oh. Sorry guys, time's up, we're done here."

"One last question," Sam says.

"Yeah, what about the cattle?" Dean asks.

"Excuse me?"

"You know, the cows found dead, split open, drained... over a dozen cases."

"What about them?" The sheriff asks.

"So, you don't think there's a connection?" Y/N says.

"Connection... with...?"

"First cattle mutilation, now two murders? Kinda sounds like ritual stuff."

"You know, like satanic cult ritual stuff?" The sheriff laughs, but when he sees their serious face, he stops.

"You- you're not kidding."

"No," Y/N says.

"Those cows aren't being mutilated. You wanna know how I know?"

"How?" Sam asks.

"Because there's no such thing as cattle mutilation. Cow drops, leave it in the sun, within forty-eight hours the bloat'll split it open so clean it's just about surgical. The bodily fluids fall down into the ground and get soaked up because that's what gravity does. But, hey, it could be Satan. What newspaper did you say you work for?"

"World Weekly News..."

"Weekly World News."

"News World Weekly," Y/N says.

"World," Dean says.

"Weekly World," Sam says.

"News..."

"Weekly... I'm new."

"Get out of my office."

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N enter the morgue, they're still wearing their shirts/blouse and the boys are still wearing their ties, only the three are in white lab coats. The intern on duty has a name tag that reads 'J. Manners' Dean looks at it, calculating.

"John," he says.

"Jeff," Jeff corrects Dean and stands up as Dean and Y/N approach.

"Jeff. I know that. Dr. Dworkin needs to see you in his office right away."

"But Dr. Dworkin's on vacation."

"Well, he's back. And he's pissed, and he's screaming for you, man, so If I were you I would..." Y/N whistles. The intern runs away. "Okay. Hey, those Satanists in Florida, they marked their victims, didn't they?" Sam closes the door.

"Yeah, reserved pentacle on the forehead."

"Yeah. So much f'd up crap happened in Florida." Dean hands Sam and Y/N a pair of latex gloves and puts on a pair of his own; Sam opens a compartment and wheels out a corpse; there's a box between its legs. "All right, open it."

"You open it," Sam says.

"Wusses." Y/N carries the box over to another table and flips off the lip. Dean approaches grimacing followed by a cringing Sam.

"Well, no pentagram," Dean says.

"Wow. Poor girl," Y/N says.

"Maybe we should, uh, you know, look in her mouth, see if those wackos stuffed anything down her throat. You know, kinda like the moth in Silence of the Lambs," Dean says.

"Yeah, here, go ahead," Sam says, turning the box to Dean.

"No, you go ahead." Dean turns the box back.

"What?" Sam asks.

"Put the lotion in the basket," Dean quotes from Silence of the Lambs.

"You two are wusses. Give me the box," Y/N says, turning the box to herself. Y/N starts poking her fingers into the mouth. She then screams and struggles.

"Oh my god, something's got my finger!" She shouts and Dean and Sam start screaming. Her screams soon turn into laughter, as she pulls her fingers out, the brothers realizing that she was joking.

"Really. Oh, you bitch," Dean says. Sam looks horrified. She chuckles as he then puts her fingers back into the mouth and continues to move her fingers around.

"Dean, get me a bucket?"

"You find something?"

"No, Sam looks like he's about to puke," she says, smirking.

"Wait, lift the lip up again?"

"What? You want me to throw up, is that it?"

"No, no, no, I think I saw something." Dean pulls back the lip.

"What is that, a hole?" Dean presses on the gum, and a narrow, sharp tooth descends.

"It's a tooth."

"Sam, that's a fang. Retractable set of vampire fangs. You gotta be kidding me"

"Well, this changes things"

"Ya thinks?"

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N pull up near a local par, go around to park. They then go into the bar. They approach the bar; a man sitting at a table to one side is watching them.

"How's it going?" Dean says.

"Living the dream. What can I get for you?"

"Three beers, please."

"So, we're looking for some people," Y/N says.

"Sure. Hard to be lonely. But I can keep you some company," The bartender says, looking at Y/N, who huffs out a laugh and smiles at him as he takes a drink of her beer. But internally she is smacking her head against a wall.

"Yeah. But um, that's not what she meant," Sam pulls out a $50 bill, fingering it, and drops it on the bar; bartender looks at it, then takes it.

"Right. So, these, these people, they would have moved here about six months ago, probably pretty rowdy, like to drink..."

"Yeah, real night owls, you know? Sleep all day, party all night," Dean says, taking a drink of his beer.

"Barker farm got leased out a couple months ago. Real winners. They've been in here a lot- drinkers. Noisy. I've had to 86 them once or twice," Dean, Sam, and Y/N share a glance.

"Thanks," Y/N says. They leave their half-finished beers on the table and leave. The man who was watching them is gone, a smouldering cigarette left behind. As Dean, Y/N, and Sam leave, the man watches, then stalks them. They go down an alley, he follows. He loses sight of them, turns. Dean, Y/N, and Sam are suddenly there, pinning him to the wall, Y/N with a knife at his throat.

"Surprise motherfucker. Now smile," she says.

"What?"

"Show us those pearly whites."

"Oh, for the love of- you want to stick that thing someplace else? I'm not a vampire," Sam frowns. "Yeah, that's right. I heard you guys in there."

"What do you know about vampires?" Sam asks.

"How to kill them. Now seriously, woman. That knife's making me itch," Dean cocks his head. The man starts to pull away, Sam pins him harder. "Whoa. Easy there Chachi." The man slowly brings his right hand to his lip, pulls it back, revealing normal gums. "See? Fangless. Happy?" Y/N pulls the knife back. "Now. Who the hell are you?"

==

At the man's car, he pulls out his arsenal.

"Sam, Y/N, and Dean Winchester. I can't believe it. You know I met your old man once? Hell of a guy. Great hunter. I hear he passed. I'm sorry. It's big shoes. But from what I hear you guys' fill 'em. Great trackers, good in a tight spot-"

"You seem to know a lot about our family," Y/N says.

"World travels fast. You know how hunters talk."

"No, we don't, actually," Dean says.

"I guess there's a lot your dad never told you, huh?"

"So, um, so those vampires, they were yours, huh?" Sam says.

"Yep. Been here two weeks."

"Did you check out that Barker farm?" Y/N asks.

"It's a bust. Just a bunch of hippie freaks. Thought they could kill you with that patchouli smell alone."

"Where's the nest, then?" Dean asks, as he pushes the arsenal back in.

"I got this one covered. Look, don't get me wrong. It's a real pleasure meetin' you fellas. But I've been on this thing over a year. I killed a fang back in Austin, tracked the nest all the way up here. I'll finish it."

"We could help."

"Thanks, but uh, I'm king of a go-it-alone type of guy."

"Come on, man, I've been itching for a hunt."

"Sorry. But hey, I hear there's a Chupacabra two states over. You go ahead and knock yourselves out." He gets in his car. "It was real good meeting you, though. I'll buy you a drink on the flip side." He drives off. The three then look at each other.

==

Sam returns to the motel room, takes off his jacket and puts the keys onto a hook.

==

"... So, Y/N picks up this crossbow and starts hitting it over and over again until its face was unrecognizable. And I hit that ugly sucker with a silver-tipped arrow right in his heart. Sammy's waiting in the car, and uh, me, Y/N, and our dad take the thing into the woods, burn it to a crisp. I'm sitting there and looking into the fire, and I'm thinking to myself, we're sixteen years old. Most kids our age are worried about pimples, prom dates. We're seeing things that they'll never even know. Never even dream of. So right then, I just sort of -"

"Embrace the life?"

"Yeah," Dean says.

"Yeah."

"Yeah. How'd you get started?" Y/N asks, taking another drink.

"First time I saw a vampire I was barely eighteen. Home alone with my sister. I hear the window break in her room. I grab my dad's gun, run in, try to get it off her. Too late. So, I shoot the damn thing. Which of course is about as useful as snapping it with a rubber band. It rushes me, picks me up, flings me across the room, knocks me out cold. When I wake up, the vampire's gone, my sister's gone," Dean looks over at Y/N with a thoughtful look.

"And then?" Y/N asks.

"Then... try explaining that one to your family. So, I left home. And then bummed around looking for information: how you track 'em, how you kill 'em. And I found that fang - it was my first kill."

"Sorry about your sister."

"Yeah. She was beautiful and fierce. Just like you," Gordan says, looking at Y/N. "I can still see her, you know? The way she was. But hey, that was a long time ago. I mean, your dad. It's gotta be rough."

"Yeah. Yeah, you know. He was just one of those guys. Took some terrible beatings, just kept coming. So, you're always thinking to yourself, he's indestructible. He'll always be around; nothing can kill our dad. Then just like that," Dean snaps his fingers. "He's gone. We can't talk about this to Sammy. You know, we gotta keep our game face on, you know being the big siblings and all," Dean clears his throat. "But, uh, the truth is I'm not handling it very well. Feel like I have this-"

"Hole inside you? And it just gets bigger and bigger and darker and darker? Good. You can use it. Keeps you hungry. Trust me. There's plenty out there needs killing, and this'll help you do it. Dean, it's not a crime to need your job" Y/N looks at Dean, who returns the look.

==

The roadhouse is crowded, Ellen is working behind the bar. She hears the phone ring and picks up.

"Harvelle's Roadhouse" Back in the motel room Sam is on the phone.

"Hey, Ellen, uh, Sam Winchester"

"Sam, it's good to hear from you. You three are okay, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yeah, everything's fine. Got a question"

"Yeah, shoot" Ellen says.

"You ever run across a guy names Gordan Walker?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, I know Gordan"

"And?"

"Well, he's a real good hunter. Why are you asking, sweetie"

"Well, we ran into him on a job and we're kinda working with him, I guess"

"Don't do that, Sam" Ellen's voice turns serious.

"I-I thought you said he was a good hunter"

"Yeah, and Hannibal Lecter's a good psychiatrist. Look, he is dangerous to everyone and everything around him. If he's working on a job, you three just let him handle it and you move on"

"Ellen-"

"No, Sam? You- just listen to what I'm telling you, okay?"

"Right, okay"

==

Back at the bar, the three are still sat at the table. There is a couple of glasses on the table and the three are holding a glass.

"Know why I love this life?" Gordan asks.

"Hmm?"

"It's all black and white. There's no maybe. You find the bad thing, kill it. See, most people spend their lives in shades of grey. Is this right? Is that wrong? Not us"

"Not sure Sammy would agree with you, but uh..." Y/N says as she takes a drink from her glass.

"Doesn't seem like your brother's much like us" Dean and Y/N stares at him, startled "I'm not saying he's wrong. Just different. But us three? We were born to do this. It's in our blood" Dean looks thoughtful whereas Y/N looks slightly taken back.

==

Sam buys a soda from a vending machine and starts walking back to the room. He pauses as if hearing something, cautiously opens the door, looking around. He gets inside and leans against the door, relieved. He walks over to the table and sets his drink down. Suddenly a dark figure jumps him from behind. He knocks his first attacker down, then the second; the first attacker rises up behind him and slams a heavy telephone into the back of his head, knocking him out. Later, Sam is bound to a chair and gagged, a sack over his head; it's pulled off by the bartender from earlier. He shows a lot of fangs and advances on Sam, who struggles.

[chemung-valley-curator]

A Case of Measles By Rachel Dworkin, Archivist

Earlier in the year, I had a researcher who came every Friday for a month to look at our collection of reports of the Elmira Board of Health. I asked her what she was looking for. She explained that she was an ER nurse and was looking at historical records to see what the hospital might be in for if people stopped vaccinating their kids. “It’s going to be bad,” she said, looking over her notes. “It’s going to be really bad.” (READ MORE)

[fucktoyfelix]

Its absolutely the case that some people are traumatized by sex work, because of coersive factors. Migratory worker abuse isnt just traumatic because the work is difficult slave labor. Extreme physical violence is at the core of it. One man who escaped a fishing boat said another man tried to stand up to his captors so they tied each of his limbs to a different boat and ripped him apart to drive fear into the other workers. Extreme violence is just traumatic, and rape is extreme violence too.

The best way to mitigate this is to ensure high paying entry level jobs everywhere, of course.

Though I know from experience that people will still choose sex work sometimes. It can be fun, creative and emotionally fulfilling work.

In my consent training we learned how to take assault reports. They stressed the importance of NEVER using words to describe what happened to a person that that person hasn't used. The reason is that convincing someone they were raped when they previously hadn't contextualized it that way creates trauma itself.

I did sex work because I needed to eat. It doesn't serve me to call that rape, because I liked what I was doing and I never got hurt. (lucky) At Comcast though, that was literal years of emotional abuse...Im lucky to have survived that.

Andrea Dworkin is famous for hating trans people, and argued that cis women cant consent to sex with men because of the inherent power differences. I'd be very wary of anyone seriously quoting her because it usually means theyre a transphobe.

She's never done sex work and its not appropriate for her to use slurs aimed at us no matter what her point is. Just like I wouldn't be okay with a cis person using the T slur to make a point, even if it was a trans positive point.

But yeah I can tell youre engaging in good faith so I appreciate the dialogue.

Lines of thought that seem Normal but are actually rooted in extreme puritanism:

-Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic -Sex scenes in art are pointless -Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants -Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading -People's sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life -Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It's not uniquely traumatic, it's not weird to talk about it or include it in society.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Ben Blanchet at HuffPost:

GOP presidential nominee Donald Trump told Christians on Friday to vote “just this time” and said they “won’t have to do it anymore” after the election in November. “You won’t have to do it anymore — four more years, you know what? It’ll be fixed, it’ll be fine. You won’t have to vote anymore,” the former president told the crowd at the Believers Summit, a faith-focused event in Florida. “You’ve got to get out and vote. In four years, you don’t have to vote again. We’ll have it fixed so good, you’re not going to have to vote.” It’s unclear what Trump was referring to in his remarks. He has previously said that he’d act like a dictator only on “day one” of a second term, called for the “termination” of articles of the Constitution, attempted a coup to remain in the White House, and appeared to float the idea of serving a third presidential term.

Former “President” and sociopath wannabe dictator Donald Trump told the Turning Point Action crowd Friday that Christians “won’t have to vote anymore” if he wins.

This is setting up for indefinite dictatorial rule if he wins again this November, so if you want to keep America free, vote for Kamala Harris!

See Also:

The Dworkin Report: Trump is Desperate, Begging for Votes

[voiceoffreedom24]

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius. ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

ALLATRA volunteer tells the truth about a genius and a tyrant at the same time - Alexander Dworkin...

On top of it all, we have yet to touch upon Alexander Dvorkin's international activities that are also enormous! During his years in the United States, Dvorkin established an extensive network of connections in both the Orthodox and secular communities. His ability to build relationships went far beyond mere acquaintanceship. Dvorkin purposefully created a web of contacts that became tools for achieving his professional and personal goals. Notably, he didn’t stop at basic communication and actively engaged at official governmental levels, directly addressing the US Senate and Congress on various issues. In his perception, there were simply no limits. After immersing himself in the anticult environment, starting in 1993, he orchestrated its significant restructuring and reorganization.

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

Dvorkin is a textbook example of an international-scale information manipulator. Fluent in English, he carried out a unique operation to consolidate anticult communities that had previously existed in isolation and even opposition to one another. His status as vice president in multiple European anticult organizations, such as FECRIS and the Dialogue Center, was no coincidence. Before his involvement, these entities rarely collaborated and often opposed each other. However, Dvorkin skillfully united them under his influence. His individualized approach consisted in pragmatic exploitation of people and organizations. Every contact and every interaction served a single purpose that was ultimately known to him alone.

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

He regularly attended anticult conferences in various countries, recruiting loyal executors of his directives, including Thomas Gandow, Luigi Corvaglia, Alexandra Stein, and many others. Through those individuals, Dvorkin's rhetoric spread to Germany, Italy, the USA, the UK, as well as to other European countries, and made its way into print media and television. It was through his efforts that countries like Germany, France, and others started toughening measures against the so-called “sects and "cults." His subtle manipulations urged governments to repress their own citizens.

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

Dvorkin developed a resilient model for manipulating the journalistic community. His goal was far from neutral: by controlling information flows, he continuously worked to suppress human rights and freedoms and fostered an atmosphere of hatred and chaos in various countries. The influence of Dvorkin's network extended beyond Europe and the US, and he even managed to push his manipulative narratives into China. 

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

You must have heard of persecution of the Falun Gong movement. Numerous publicly available reports state how, starting in the early 2000s, horrific practices such as forced organ harvesting began to be used against Falun Gong practitioners. This raises a simple yet crucial question: where did such a monstrous idea originate?

Is it a coincidence that in 2001, a Chinese representative who studied religious movements attended one of the anticult conferences organized by Dvorkin? Conferences always involve informal discussions, backstage interactions, and exchanges of data and ideas. 

What did they discuss at that event? 

What documents were exchanged? What ideas did Dvorkin share with the representative of China? Naturally, nobody will ever tell us about that.

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

However, facts are undeniable. Public reports show a clear timeline: in the early 2000s, violence against Falun Gong surged in China, coinciding with a sharp increase in availability of human organs for transplantation there. Hence, Dvorkin influenced even Communist China and prompted its government and law enforcement to target its own people and persecute "dangerous cults," using terror and fear to strengthen their power.

Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius.

ALEXANDER DVORKIN’S INTERNATIONAL INFLUENCE

Dvorkin masterfully created an international platform for dehumanization. He managed to channel the European anticult movement to justify Chinese repressive practices and united the global anticult network into a single huge machine designed to propagate hatred, violence, conflicts, and chaos — the chaos he himself orchestrates.

More about Alexander Dvorkin in the video: Dr. Evil | The Greatest Genius on canal Voice of freedom

[fahrni]

Dworkin for Nazi’s

Political Reporter Scott Dworkin has a blog and a newsletter published via Substack.🤮 He should, of course, move it to something like Ghost or Buttondown or Beehiiv

But, if Mr. Dworkin is fine publishing his work using a Nazi supporting platform, he should, at minimum, change his domain name. Why would you use Substack in your domain name? I mean dworkinsubstack.com ties your content directly to a single platform. It’s right there in the name! Your content belongs to you, not Substack.

Here are a few suggestions for you:

dworkinforaliving.com dworkinreport.com dworkin.blog

I personally like Dworkin for a Living but the other two are pretty good if I do say so myself.

Mr. Dworkin, please, move your work to a better platform. Maybe one that doesn’t allow Nazi’s to spew hate, misinformation, and disinformation on their platform. Then get a new domain name. They’re cheap.

[nedsecondline]

Kamala Hits Home Run at CNN Town Hall, Trump Chickens Out - The Dworkin Report

Here are some of my favorite moments from the night: Speaking on John Kelly’s bombshell claims about Trump’s fascist tendencies, Kamala said, “Frankly, I think of it as he’s just putting out a 911 call to the American people.” And when asked by Anderson Cooper if she thinks Donald Trump is a fascist, Kamala made it very clear: “Yes I do.” Yes, Trump is a fascist. Donald Trump should be here…