Fresh off  victory in the War Against Onion Dip these trogolodytes are threatening rape, kidnapping and assault to intimidate these women from speaking out. That, and launching a good, old fashioned DOS attack against Pandagon.

It's the same old pattern of abuse that gives the patriarchy a bad name. The most outrageous, though unsurprising, example being suppled from right here in Texas:

Andy Driggers from Dallas, TX was also so moved by my criticisms of religious anti-choicers, that he wrote:

Problem with women like you, you just need a good fucking from a real man! Living in Texas myself, I know you haven't found that real Texan yet. But once your liberal pro feminist ass gets a real good fucking, you might see the light. Until then, enjoy your battery operated toys b/c most real men wouldn't want to give you the fucking you deserve b/c the shit that would come out of you ears.

Mama Driggers must be so proud of her baby boy today.

Mr. Donohue, Mr. Driggers, and their cowardly ilk pretend they are seeking tolerance when they're really advocating the continued subjugation of half the human race using violence.

The irony of defending the Virgin Mother by threatening rape is clearly lost on these guys, but it is not on me. So, in response to Baby Boy Driggers, I'm recruiting Vagina Warriors for V-Day Eve Ensler, author of The Vagina Monologues, explains the term this way.

I have sat with women in crowded factories in Juarez, in crumbling shelters in the back streets of Cairo, in makeshift centers for teenage girls and women in Jerusalem, Johannesburg, Pine Ridge and Watts, in mansions in Hollywood, in burnt-out backyards in Kosova and Kabul, in a moving van after midnight with sex trafficked girls in Paris. Sometimes these meetings went on for hours; in the case of the 17-year-old Bulgarian sex slave, we had 35 minutes before her pimp came looking for her. I have heard the staggering stories of violence - war rapes, gang rapes, date rapes, licensed rapes, family rapes. I have seen first-hand the scars of brutality - black eyes, cigarette-hole burns in arms and legs, a melted face, bruises, slices and broken bones. I have witnessed women living without what is fundamental - sky, sun, a roof, food, parents, a clitoris, freedom. I have been there when skulls washed up on riverbanks and naked mutilated female bodies were discovered in ditches. I have seen the worst. The worst lives in my body. But in each and every case I was escorted, transformed, and transported by a guide, a visionary, an activist, an outrageous fighter and dreamer. I have come to know these women (and sometimes men) as Vagina Warriors.

Women hold up half the sky. Sometimes we do so with quiet dignity, sometimes we do it with a bloodcurdling scream of rage at the injustice of using religion to crush instead of enlighten, of political power to suppress instead of embolden, and of the penis as an weapon instead of a partner in pleasure and lifebringing.

They will keep doing this as long as it keeps working. So, it's time it stopped working.

Time to get loud. Time to get creative.

Time to fight back in defense of the vagina, the Virgin, and the free expression of women's voices.

Start today.

Please support Amanda, and Melissa as they continue their work in the blogosphere. Also, and make your own mark as a Vagina Warrior in support of the V-day organization-tee shirt or key chain or necklace.

Until the violence stops.

Crossposted at Texas Kaos