Battered Woman Syndrome
I know a woman named Iraq. Iraq had a really messed up childhood. Man after man breezed through the door, all taking on the role of a father figure. None were good.
There was the controlling, money hungry British guy who insisted on living with them, even after the divorce. That was not fun for Iraq. But then, another man entered the scene and killed the British guy and took his place. He was killed by another guy, and when that guy died, Iraq was stuck with his brother as her "father figure."
Then she hit high school and started dating the jock group. She was with this one guy for a while, but then it was decided that she would be better off with this other dude, Saddam.
A moment's indulgence about this Saddam guy. In middle school, the cops helped him try to kill Iraq's father (the guy who killed that British guy). It didn't work and the cops had to arrest Saddam. But he was a juvie and got out pretty quickly. But Iraq's father at the time, the brother of the dead guy, had Saddam arrested again.
Needless to say, Saddam was pretty pleased with himself once he started dating Iraq. Not only did he get to screw her, but a lot of her daddies as well. Iraq wasn't thinking too clearly at this point, and it can be argued (given how she was raised) that she didn't have much free will.
Regardless of how it happened, she married Saddam. And he beat, tortured and destroyed her soul her for the next twenty-four years. He killed some of her children. He humiliated her. He kept her down so low, she didn't dare ask for help. The few times Iraq tried to get away, Saddam punished her as horribly as he could. He forced her to work and took all her money. He prostituted her to his friends. Yes, Saddam had a great time with Iraq.
You know though, it was a small town. People noticed. They talked. They urged the cops to do something. But the cops wouldn't. They had always liked that Saddam guy. Sure, he could be a loose cannon, but he took care of them. Gassed up their cop cars for free and all that. Anyway, who were they to peek through the curtains of someone else's house? They had their own problems and if they tried to clean up all the failed marriages in town...well, you get the idea.
Until one day there came a BIG MISCOMMUNICATION over a rich neighbor. Saddam thought he could do this one thing. The cops were pretty sure he wouldn't go through with it. But he surprised them and the cops had to put him in his place. As you can imagine, to an abuser such as Saddam, this didn't go over well. He stewed. He got angrier with Iraq. Things got nasty.
The cops tried to pressure him. But he only took it out on Iraq. Then one day, he told the cops he was going to stop cutting them all those favors. The free gas and such. So the cops decided it was time to defend Iraq from her abusive husband.
They called the media and invited them to ride along. They could have just waited until Saddam showed up at work and quietly arrested him by his car. But the cops weren't into that shit. They wanted BIG. LOUD. SHINY. I mean, come on! The sheriff was up for reelection the next year. Finally he could shut up all those busy bodies who'd complained on behalf of Iraq for more than two decades.
Two decades of angry letters from the towns folk really start to pile up.
The sheriff figured this would work to everyone's benefit. Because, you see, though Saddam ran the business, legally it was all in Iraq's name, a gift from her mother that all her daddies hadn't been able to take.
BOOM! They blew the door in. All of the door, actually, windows too. Every SWAT member within a tri-county area rushed into Iraq's home. The beat the shit out of Saddam. Killed some of his kids. Killed some of Iraq's. It's not like anyone cared anyway, besides, the sheriff decided not to keep count of "collateral damage" and such.
Legally, it's still a big mess. The cops didn't have a warrant or anything. Saddam's sitting in jail, throwing his food all over the place and flinging poop at the guards.
But the real tragedy is Iraq. You see, the cops never left her house. They moved in. To protect her, even though her husband was in jail and those bad daddies were long gone. And they didn't turn on any of her services, so basic needs like electricity and water are iffy at best. And all that damage to the house? They just left it. Oh, every now and again some naive cop tries to put a board over the window to keep out the flies. Until he gets busted by the sheriff and made to baby-sit all Iraq's kids.
Jeez, she has a lot too. Didn't that woman have anything better to do? Oh, I guess not, huh?
But without water, sewage, electricity or even some friggen' toys, those kids were really acting up. Sometimes, to make it easier, a few would disappear. It's not like anyone missed them.
So Iraq is all, "thank you very much, I think we'll be fine now." But the cops aren't buying it. The sheriff knows how fucked up Iraq is. She can't take care of herself. She's a looser. I mean really, you think if you gave her a tools and a manual she'd figure out the plumbing? Come on folks, she's a girl for Christ Sake!
The sheriff, who more and more townsfolk are beginning to suspect is really a Monkey, hits upon The Great Idea! Have one of his deputies marry Iraq. Then everything will be right as rain.
Only, that deputy is kind of an ass. He's all saying one thing about empowerment, then doing the other by locking Iraq in her own home while he goes to work in the company she technically owns. And with all this "empowerment" talk and counseling by the townsfolk, Iraq is getting a little bitchy. She doesn't always have dinner ready. She leaves his laundry in a pile on the floor. And she sure as fuck isn't putting out.
The kids get into it. Tie the deputy's shoelaces together, put sugar in his gas tank. Iraq sees this isn't how she wants to live. She hems and haws and kind of asks the deputy for divorce. He bitch-slaps her. It's what she gets, right? Tells her to obey his rules, or else. The beatings start almost immediately. Soon it's hourly that Iraq gets knocked around. Neighbors, kids and even Iraq herself try to fight back. But who do you call in this situation?
The cops? The sheriff?
Iraq is trapped. So she thinks, maybe, just maybe, if I'm a big enough bitch I can at least move him out of the house and onto the lawn. Surely he can't like this? Surely he will get tired and leave?
No, Iraq. I hate to break it to you. The deputy, the sheriff, the cops won't leave you alone. Not until the business is theirs and run into the ground. Good luck with that insurgency though. 'Cause you've got this rich neighbor lady. Iran...now that woman is HOT!!!
~Lila Schow
Because Responsible Citizens Clean Up After Their Government
http://goodusgov.org/
There was the controlling, money hungry British guy who insisted on living with them, even after the divorce. That was not fun for Iraq. But then, another man entered the scene and killed the British guy and took his place. He was killed by another guy, and when that guy died, Iraq was stuck with his brother as her "father figure."
Then she hit high school and started dating the jock group. She was with this one guy for a while, but then it was decided that she would be better off with this other dude, Saddam.
A moment's indulgence about this Saddam guy. In middle school, the cops helped him try to kill Iraq's father (the guy who killed that British guy). It didn't work and the cops had to arrest Saddam. But he was a juvie and got out pretty quickly. But Iraq's father at the time, the brother of the dead guy, had Saddam arrested again.
Needless to say, Saddam was pretty pleased with himself once he started dating Iraq. Not only did he get to screw her, but a lot of her daddies as well. Iraq wasn't thinking too clearly at this point, and it can be argued (given how she was raised) that she didn't have much free will.
Regardless of how it happened, she married Saddam. And he beat, tortured and destroyed her soul her for the next twenty-four years. He killed some of her children. He humiliated her. He kept her down so low, she didn't dare ask for help. The few times Iraq tried to get away, Saddam punished her as horribly as he could. He forced her to work and took all her money. He prostituted her to his friends. Yes, Saddam had a great time with Iraq.
You know though, it was a small town. People noticed. They talked. They urged the cops to do something. But the cops wouldn't. They had always liked that Saddam guy. Sure, he could be a loose cannon, but he took care of them. Gassed up their cop cars for free and all that. Anyway, who were they to peek through the curtains of someone else's house? They had their own problems and if they tried to clean up all the failed marriages in town...well, you get the idea.
Until one day there came a BIG MISCOMMUNICATION over a rich neighbor. Saddam thought he could do this one thing. The cops were pretty sure he wouldn't go through with it. But he surprised them and the cops had to put him in his place. As you can imagine, to an abuser such as Saddam, this didn't go over well. He stewed. He got angrier with Iraq. Things got nasty.
The cops tried to pressure him. But he only took it out on Iraq. Then one day, he told the cops he was going to stop cutting them all those favors. The free gas and such. So the cops decided it was time to defend Iraq from her abusive husband.
They called the media and invited them to ride along. They could have just waited until Saddam showed up at work and quietly arrested him by his car. But the cops weren't into that shit. They wanted BIG. LOUD. SHINY. I mean, come on! The sheriff was up for reelection the next year. Finally he could shut up all those busy bodies who'd complained on behalf of Iraq for more than two decades.
Two decades of angry letters from the towns folk really start to pile up.
The sheriff figured this would work to everyone's benefit. Because, you see, though Saddam ran the business, legally it was all in Iraq's name, a gift from her mother that all her daddies hadn't been able to take.
BOOM! They blew the door in. All of the door, actually, windows too. Every SWAT member within a tri-county area rushed into Iraq's home. The beat the shit out of Saddam. Killed some of his kids. Killed some of Iraq's. It's not like anyone cared anyway, besides, the sheriff decided not to keep count of "collateral damage" and such.
Legally, it's still a big mess. The cops didn't have a warrant or anything. Saddam's sitting in jail, throwing his food all over the place and flinging poop at the guards.
But the real tragedy is Iraq. You see, the cops never left her house. They moved in. To protect her, even though her husband was in jail and those bad daddies were long gone. And they didn't turn on any of her services, so basic needs like electricity and water are iffy at best. And all that damage to the house? They just left it. Oh, every now and again some naive cop tries to put a board over the window to keep out the flies. Until he gets busted by the sheriff and made to baby-sit all Iraq's kids.
Jeez, she has a lot too. Didn't that woman have anything better to do? Oh, I guess not, huh?
But without water, sewage, electricity or even some friggen' toys, those kids were really acting up. Sometimes, to make it easier, a few would disappear. It's not like anyone missed them.
So Iraq is all, "thank you very much, I think we'll be fine now." But the cops aren't buying it. The sheriff knows how fucked up Iraq is. She can't take care of herself. She's a looser. I mean really, you think if you gave her a tools and a manual she'd figure out the plumbing? Come on folks, she's a girl for Christ Sake!
The sheriff, who more and more townsfolk are beginning to suspect is really a Monkey, hits upon The Great Idea! Have one of his deputies marry Iraq. Then everything will be right as rain.
Only, that deputy is kind of an ass. He's all saying one thing about empowerment, then doing the other by locking Iraq in her own home while he goes to work in the company she technically owns. And with all this "empowerment" talk and counseling by the townsfolk, Iraq is getting a little bitchy. She doesn't always have dinner ready. She leaves his laundry in a pile on the floor. And she sure as fuck isn't putting out.
The kids get into it. Tie the deputy's shoelaces together, put sugar in his gas tank. Iraq sees this isn't how she wants to live. She hems and haws and kind of asks the deputy for divorce. He bitch-slaps her. It's what she gets, right? Tells her to obey his rules, or else. The beatings start almost immediately. Soon it's hourly that Iraq gets knocked around. Neighbors, kids and even Iraq herself try to fight back. But who do you call in this situation?
The cops? The sheriff?
Iraq is trapped. So she thinks, maybe, just maybe, if I'm a big enough bitch I can at least move him out of the house and onto the lawn. Surely he can't like this? Surely he will get tired and leave?
No, Iraq. I hate to break it to you. The deputy, the sheriff, the cops won't leave you alone. Not until the business is theirs and run into the ground. Good luck with that insurgency though. 'Cause you've got this rich neighbor lady. Iran...now that woman is HOT!!!
~Lila Schow
Because Responsible Citizens Clean Up After Their Government
http://goodusgov.org/
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