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FATAL FEMINISM / I DON'T MAKE THE RULES












Women have it tough in Scuzz City. Jeered at, leered at, lunged at, slashed and scratched, pimped out, stalked, threatened, raped, murdered. Pieces of meat for consumption, for butchering. What else would you expect in a place where civilisation never really got started? But women are not just victims, they can strike back - with deadly force.

In Ms. 45, a young seamstress is raped twice on the same day. She kills the second scumbag and chops him up, puts some of the bits in carrier bags and drops them in trash cans and dumpsters across the city (New York, of course). The rest she minces up and feeds to a neighbours dog, perhaps the only real male victim in the story. 


The young woman is shy, intelligent, talented, beautiful - and mute. She's endured a lifetime of casual sexist abuse that she was never able to answer. Her ultimate response is part madness, part mission - she kills every flashing, fondling, dick dangling, knee touching, thick fingered, fat headed won't-take-a-polite-refusal-as-a-no-answer sleazeball she comes across - and, in Scuzz City, that's pretty much every fucking guy in town. 

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