Begging the collective pardon, but this could be the most appalling thing not involving murder that I’ve seen all year. Don’t get me wrong, gents, a beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, and if you like these offered up here on their own merits then, by all means, marinate in your enthusiasm.
As for myself, I recall the windowless side of a building in Westwood, Los Angeles, which in the wake of 9/11 was adorned with a vast, head-to-toe mural. A sort of American Lara Croft, bedecked in commando gear, gleamed from gunmuzzle and lipgloss and cheekbone alike; screaming eagles — I forget if these painted into the sky were birds or planes — strafed the background, which was ablaze with flames and, I remember, with the flag of the US of A.
This fetishized IDF killer patriot sexpot business is of the same lurid genre, taken to a whole ‘nother level. I can’t think of anything more rancid and hopeless than packing off a nation’s ripe girlhood on the hard pretense of kickass service to one’s country. Or wait — yes I can: celebrating fotos of said ripe girlhood in the final stage of some fleeting innocence. The fantasy of the hot broad who slaughters the would-be pillaging rapists is a bit more than I can bear, particularly when there is a real war taking place that involves actual carnage.
Under such circumstances sex and violence, trading places when respectively latent and blatant, take on an altogether morbid feel, as inappropriate to a civilized country fighting back terror as it is for allies behind the lines to get kicks off the vicarious thrill of manufactured erotic tension under the least beautiful of conditions.
* Note: if these pics are photoshopped, this post is (only partially) null and void.
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