Porn for Troops
From Massacre to Lap-Dance
Pierre Tristam/Candide’s Notebooks, August 28, 2006
The headline is just above the fold of the Sunday Times: “Dancers Have Landed in Iraq. Marines Offer No Resistance.” From the look and sound of the headline, it’s a feature. It reads as such. It shouldn’t be. What’s not said in the story is what speaks loudest of the Times’ occasional blindness for the forest fire as it covers a few burning trees (or loins in this case), but also of the American military’s corruption, its obliviousness to why it’s despised in Iraq, and the American public’s obliviousness to why its military is becoming a mercenary force increasingly difficult to defend, or to differentiate from the misguided policies putting it in harm’s way. Of all that in a moment.
First, the story. It’s about somewhat risqué dancers, women all of them, traveling to Iraq to give troops a show. The picture illustrating the story (see below) shows a small mass of troops in camouflage, men all of them, gawking at one woman on a plywood stage in traditional southern smutwear: short shorts, cowboy boots, Tammy Faye Bakker naildo. The picture stops at the contour of the girl’s ass, leaving what lies above to the reader’s imagination. In the audience one very young man looks like he’s rubbing his hands. Another looks profusely sweaty. Another, the reigning redneck of the bunch, looks worn out from whistling. The dancers are from a group called Purrfect Angelz, a soft-porn troop based in California whose overwhelmingly white “models” speak the language and strike the poses of your conventional porn starlets on their way up and down whatever flagpole happens to be saluting them at any given time, hints of underage titillation included. (The picture illustrating the top of this article is one of their publicity shots.) Deena, for example, goes by the “Angelname” “Baby” because, she says, “I am the youngest, just turning 18.” Her turn-ons? “Macho men with sexy lips.” She terms herself the little sister of another dancer called, appropriately enough for a tour of that similarly named Iraqi death triangle, “Sunni,” a more pornographically savvy girl whose back-to-school pose, autographed and on sale for $14.95, has high school fetish bouncing all over her silicone. No wonder that some of the young marines who lined up for their photo-ops with the merchandise, as the Times wrote, “were so mesmerized by the experience that they had to be reminded not to leave their weapons behind.”
(Here's the link.)
Pierre Tristam/Candide’s Notebooks, August 28, 2006
The headline is just above the fold of the Sunday Times: “Dancers Have Landed in Iraq. Marines Offer No Resistance.” From the look and sound of the headline, it’s a feature. It reads as such. It shouldn’t be. What’s not said in the story is what speaks loudest of the Times’ occasional blindness for the forest fire as it covers a few burning trees (or loins in this case), but also of the American military’s corruption, its obliviousness to why it’s despised in Iraq, and the American public’s obliviousness to why its military is becoming a mercenary force increasingly difficult to defend, or to differentiate from the misguided policies putting it in harm’s way. Of all that in a moment.
First, the story. It’s about somewhat risqué dancers, women all of them, traveling to Iraq to give troops a show. The picture illustrating the story (see below) shows a small mass of troops in camouflage, men all of them, gawking at one woman on a plywood stage in traditional southern smutwear: short shorts, cowboy boots, Tammy Faye Bakker naildo. The picture stops at the contour of the girl’s ass, leaving what lies above to the reader’s imagination. In the audience one very young man looks like he’s rubbing his hands. Another looks profusely sweaty. Another, the reigning redneck of the bunch, looks worn out from whistling. The dancers are from a group called Purrfect Angelz, a soft-porn troop based in California whose overwhelmingly white “models” speak the language and strike the poses of your conventional porn starlets on their way up and down whatever flagpole happens to be saluting them at any given time, hints of underage titillation included. (The picture illustrating the top of this article is one of their publicity shots.) Deena, for example, goes by the “Angelname” “Baby” because, she says, “I am the youngest, just turning 18.” Her turn-ons? “Macho men with sexy lips.” She terms herself the little sister of another dancer called, appropriately enough for a tour of that similarly named Iraqi death triangle, “Sunni,” a more pornographically savvy girl whose back-to-school pose, autographed and on sale for $14.95, has high school fetish bouncing all over her silicone. No wonder that some of the young marines who lined up for their photo-ops with the merchandise, as the Times wrote, “were so mesmerized by the experience that they had to be reminded not to leave their weapons behind.”
(Here's the link.)
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