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Betsy Goes to Murder Prom
Every year hundreds of gunlicking death fetishists come together (pun intended) at the San Diego Gun Owners 2nd Amendment Celebration at San Diego’s Hotel del Coronado. We imagine the patriots in attendance have an unspoken “what happens at the San Diego Gun Owners 2nd Amendment Celebration stays at the San Diego Gun Owners 2nd Amendment Celebration” agreement with their mildewed blow-up dolls, resulting in a weekend of orgiastic ecstasy as they fondle OPP (Other Patriots’ Pistols) and slobber over products designed to help them kill people. The gallery hall is full of This grotesque jizzfest of toxic masculinity and homicide worship that it is known locally as MURDER PROM.
San Diego Betsy was not invited to Murder Prom, but that didn’t stop her from dropping by.
Fuck the NRA
Kansas Betsies baked a special cake to commemorate the wholesale selling of their state to the murder lobby by Gov. Sam “Bloody Hands” Brownback and the simpering, gutless higher ed administrators who cravenly decreed that the permitless carry of guns will now be allowed at all colleges and universities starting this summer.
Betsy Goes to Murder-Con
In late April of 2017, a pussy-grabbing fascist megalomaniac traveled to Atlanta, Georgia, to speak to the brownshirts at the NRA Annual Meeting, that organization having gotten the piece of shit elected leader of the Free World™ (with a little help from their mutual friends in Moscow) and finally calling in a little reacharound.
Hundreds of shartsnuffling chodes wandered the grounds in their NRA lanyards, wrists sore from all the barrel-stroking, when what to their douchey besunglassed eyes did appear but Betsy buzzing from far and from near.
This is her story–set to “The March of the Women,” a 1910 suffragette anthem by Ethel Smyth and Cicely Hamilton.
Betsy is Headed to Atlanta
The critic said: “Betsy! You should be ashamed of your behavior! When they go low, we go high!”
To which we said: “Oh. Okay.”
Betsy Heads to the NRAAM
Do you hear that? Why, it sounds like a tsunami of sweet, sweet gunlicker tears heading our direction as we pack up our aero-plane and head to Atlanta for the NRA Annual Anal Leakage Meeting.