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This is an excerpt from
Neptune Riots, a chapter in Do,
Re, Mi and the Big C by Ernest Samuel Llime.
The entire novel can be found at
Amazon.com.
Some would say it was auspicious that January 7th
2007 had hit a record temperature of 72° Fahrenheit. Were it 2006,
naked women would have been unlikely as the
temperature for the 7th of January that year had hovered around
freezing for the entire day. The blonde with the megaphone was actually the
Femen world leader Marina Shevchenko and she was leading the chants by yelling a
line into the megaphone which will then be repeated by everyone. ‘My Body, My
Rules’ she yelled and everyone picked it up, ‘Femen Power’, ‘God created Femen’,
‘Religion Is Slavery’, ‘Rope-a-Dope the Pope.’ At the same time Father Pavone
started leading the pro-lifers in chants as well – the mixed chanting created
some situations that were quite funny when the varying chants randomly
complemented each other: ‘Pro-Life’, ‘I’m Not Your Wife’, ‘Abortion Kills Our
Hope’, ‘Rope-a-Dope the Pope’, ‘Abortion says the Devil’, ‘The Pope’s the
Greatest Evil.’ As they were approaching the flank of the pro-lifer crowd, the
Femen front line linked arms with each other and it was obvious that they were
going to ram the opposition.
Lowell had decided to add to the fun by cranking
up the calliope. Alon and Mei-Lin were working on their knife juggling routine
and being that a few kids were still waiting outside the fence, Lahava had
decided to breathe fire. Noelle and Lowell would once in a while jump up and
start chasing each other yelling at the top of their lungs. Everybody inside the
yard was having a great time, while outside, things were coming to a head. The
four cops huddled by their cars were frantically talking into their police car
radio microphones. It seemed like they were told again to sit tight unless
violence occurred. By the time they realized that the Femen meant business it
was too late. The first line of half-naked women plowed into the flank of the
pro-lifers, tits first and aiming high. The latter were obviously not equipped
to handle this kind of situation and Femen’s strategy proved superior once
again. Most males would love to grab a female by the tits and squeeze them, but
not in the middle of the street while being flanked by their wives and their
church going friends. |
The women may not have had the same
compulsion, but they certainly were not going to grab other women’s tits in
public no matter what. So the Femen plowed through the others like a plow through the Earth – whoever did
not move quickly enough fell to the ground and got stepped over. The pro-lifers
caught on eventually and some of them tackled the women’s legs – the Femen line
broke and it became a one on one kind of thing with a lot of tits being shoved
into guys faces with a taunt “Come on grab them!” or “You like my tits?” while
at the same time they would sucker punch their opponent. The police finally got
their reinforcements so they got into the melee as well using their truncheons
liberally and without much discrimination. Not trained for this kind of
situation and even though a small percentage of the police force were women, a
lot of tit grabbing occurred anyway – it is difficult to subdue a half-naked
woman without at some point grabbing her by the tits.
A couple of free-lance reporters who were usually monitoring the police
wavelength had a ball snapping some great pictures. A lot of them made it into
next day’s papers with black rectangles and a lot of others made it to the
internet minus the rectangles. The police reported arresting 50 protesters, most
of who were let out on bail.
The picture is of an actual Femen pro-choice protest in Paris.
Do, Re, Mi and the Big C is part one of the
Music, Sex & Industry trilogy. Part two
Fa, Sol, La, Si Forever is
scheduled to be published in the fall of 2017. Part three A
Neverending Song is still in the planning stages, but
it stretches all the way to 2050 and a little beyond that. The scope of the
entire work is to tackle some industry issues that are currently damaging the
health of the entire world. Among them, High Fructose Corn Syrup, killer
radiation therapies that made oncologists the richest of doctors, vaccines that
cause retardation and other related issues. There are two main groups of
protagonists: the kernel group of a Coney Island Freak Show and the
core of a Nevada cat house. Their weapon of choice is sex, though they also know
how to enjoy it. |
