Alan Johnson

Artists Unite! WE’RE ALL WEIRD TO SOMEBODY:

The Strip Club Manifesto, by Alan Johnson

Author of The Bullied & three other books, co-author of When Love Hurts

Artists Unite!

“This is precisely the time when artists go to work. There is no time for despair, no place for self-pity, no need for silence, no room for fear. That is how civilizations heal.”

Toni Morrison, No Place for Self-Pity, No Room for Fear .

“If it is not right, do not do it, if it is not true, do not say it.”

Marcus Aurelius

Artists Unite!

“Only an artist can tell … what it is like for anyone who gets to this planet to survive it. What it is like to die, or to have somebody die; what it is like to be glad.” James Baldwin

Artists Unite!

WE’RE ALL WEIRD TO SOMEBODY

I find most artists to be weird

I’m an artist

I’m also overly proud to be weird — Insubordinate

Artists Unite!

he Strip Club is full of and dependent on artists. The Strip Club, not too much unlike the life-affirming junk joint in The Color Purple, is but another social sanctuary that rejects the popularly accepted notions of a purposely unraveled humanity’s contradictory orders about the re-ordering of the societal chaos which polite society repeatedly springs upon itself and others. Correct, polite society’s love of money & its feel-good consideration that ruling others represents freedom is the root of all the evil’s that we either faultily reject or in many ways participate in ourselves.

For instance, if you have a well filled with water borrowed from our air or a garden-farm you probably lean more towards the rejection of institutionalized hypocrisy. But if you drink Nestlé’s bottled water you more likely lean towards participation in institutionalized hypocrisy but like a discriminating public personality activist, Liberal or Progressive living in the hyper-discriminating suburbs, you are, literally and judgmentally speaking, very comfortable being a supporter of a gentrified or some other socially appropriated platform of resistance that enriches the few with a common view and receptive talking-points about the wonderful but unrealized world of widespread and random inclusion.

Instead of rejecting social chaos and considering the mainstream and side stream media’s support of the State’s repeated lies about restoring law & order as somehow being reasonably okay or right, we might be better off if we just considered law & order restored when the troops or militarized riot police point their guns at the people who ordered them to point their guns at us. That’s right, there has yet to be such a creature as a good or justice guided Governor.

Still what does any of that have to do with the strip club? Well, some people hate the Strip Club merely because the church inspired State has taught them to; making it a valueless value. Correct again, there has yet to be a verified separation of church and State. Or are they one who paid no rebellious attention to and still fail to celebrate POC Jesus’s violent behavior toward the money changers? Regardless, the identical problem remains since both the church and State are still madly in love with today’s parasitic versions of the money changers.

In other words, the prosperity & evangelical preacher is the Sadducee and Pharisee of our day. Some of them during their hustler days owned, frequented, or can still be found at some version of the Strip Club that they tell their parishioners not to enjoy. And with many of them, pederasty or man-on-man-love is even more so the preferred flavor of vice. The former is underrepresented in our prisons. The latter is neither right nor wrong, it’s just too often denied by its publicly repressive practitioners.

Anyhow outside of how that string of denial is hypocritical and anti-Jesus (since He is reported to have kicked it with repressed but insightful harlots), maybe most parishioners ought not enjoy the joys of the Strip Club since many don’t seem to know how to kick it like Jesus. Either way that should not prevent those same parishioners from assaulting the Pastor of sexual repression in a mob like way for a failure to protect the Strip Club’s workers and to provide through tithes the verified ways — for the athletic, almost too damn fine, curvaceous and stereotyped steatopygous artist, who doesn’t just happen to often be an institutionally educated pole worker or seasoned entrepreneur — to own the entire lust embracing Magic City facility in a purposefully multi-layered and cooperative way.

So that’s what the Strip Club, church and the State teaches us as morality lesson. It teaches us that the State and church hates unsanctioned cooperatives and communal-ism. It also unintentional teaches that only the savior of individualism and the myth of bootstrap economics can effectively undermine the concept of the communal village being society’s healthiest basis of protection against both the church and State.

At least that’s also part of the unspoken lesson found in H. P Blavatsky’s Isis Unveiled, volumes I and II. But that’s close to two thousand pages of reading about how certain villages worked well against the church and State. Still if the State found out that today’s resistance was based on that book, which it is not, Isis Unveiled would be banned officially as opposed to unofficially today. And as a related rant, no terrorist group gives a fuck about the African Goddess Isis, whose name they use in vain and whose name is not challenged by the mainstream media’s reliance on group think and Google’s culturally incompetent analytics.

So for that reason and more, the Strip Club must fill the coffers of its own freedom fund and design it to also free you and I from the hypocritical restrictions of the restrictors. Or better yet:

Artists Unite!

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