Welcome to the entertainment wars, whoops, i almost forgot how to spell the word, where every act of sexual blasphemy, deserves at turn at the divine orgy, the loving kindness, and compassion so untranslatable from their origins in the padmasambhava texts. More esoteric than your perverted sharp dressed wall St. Man who will define and humiliate you, but you will stand up for it for a common cause, (common causes are worse than the military industry complex, in fact, they fund the common cause); let's take a minute, for the god, one and only, drunk and on narcotics, not a philanderer, that the goddess hides with infinite glee, a moment, to say, if not one, shunya not infinity. The godess also glees in that. I, of drivetime, not by sexuality, but grandmother's, grandfather's, and the female headresser of the drunk, take me to. One problem, it's made the drivetime, mine own, more accessible. But, at least there's a drivetime, that i discovered before the book, no menarches, none of that over sold , over bought, over the counter feminist bullshit, cruisin for beers, free. Not that i got. Women were a plenty b