Warning: Explicit language can be found in the post below.
Of all the far-left, wacky statements made at Saturday’s Women’s March, actress Ashley Judd may take the top honor (or DisHonor) for an R-rated tangent against “Electoral College-sanctioned hate speech” by President Trump and his team of “Nazis” capturing “little girls like Pokemon” and Ivanka Trump as his “favorite sex symbol.”
Judd seized the stage from Michael Moore and proclaimed prior to her spoken word diatribe that she was there to “bring you words from Nina Donovan, a 19-year-old in middle Tennessee and she has given me the privilege of telling you what she has to say.”
“I am a nasty woman. I am not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheeto dust, whose words are a death trap to America, Electoral College-sanctioned hate-speech contaminating this National Anthem. I am not as nasty as a confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is going to rise again, maybe for some, but it never really fell,” Judd began.
Arguing that “[b]lacks are still in shackles and graves just for being black,” Judd fretted that “I feel Hitler in these streets” as a mustache was replaced by “a toupe” and “Nazis renamed as the cabinet.”
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Continuing on with the Nazi comparisons, Judd promoted “[e]lectrical-conversion therapy” as seemingly widespread (it’s not) and dubbed it “the new gas chamber”:
Electrical-conversion therapy — the new gas chamber shaming the gay out of American, turning rainbows into suicide notes. No, I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, trans-phobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege.
It was here that Judd maligned the eldest Trump daughter as her father’s “favorite sex symbol” while “little girls” are used “like Pokemon” by men. She also refused to apologize for being “nasty” but “not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booth.”
On contraception, Judd’s tone grew even more lewd and inappropriate for an event pegged as one that would be welcoming to families and even young children:
I am nasty like my bloodstains on my bed sheets. We don’t actually choose if and when we had our periods. Believe me, if we could, some of us would. We do not like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me. Why are pads and Tampx taxed — oh, that was a brand name — why are tampons and pad still taxes when Viagra and rogaine are not? Is your erection really more than protecting the sacred parts of my womanhood? Is the blood stain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?
Still not done, Judd decided to impose on all men the assertion that they’re sex-crazed animals ready to pounce on women at a moment’s notice:
My eyes are too busy praying to my feet, hoping you do not mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up smile hoping you do not think I want to unzip your jeans. I am unafraid to be nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary.
And our pussies ain't for grabbin. Therefore, reminding you that we are stronger than America’s ever will be. Our pussies are for our pleasure. They are birthering new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslims, Buddhists, Sikhs, you name it for new generations of nasty women.
Here’s the transcript of Judd’s speech at the Women’s March on January 21 (via C-SPAN):
C-SPAN
January 21, 2017
11:40 a.m. EasternASHLEY JUDD: Michael —
MICHAEL MOORE: Ashley!
JUDD: My name is Ashley Judd
MOORE: Ashley Judd is here!
JUDD: And I am a feminist and I want to say hello to Independence Avenue, all the way down to 17th street and I bring you words from Nina Donovan, a 19-year-old in middle Tennessee and she has given me the privilege of telling you what she has to say. I am a nasty woman. I am not as nasty as a man who looks like he bathes in Cheeto dust, who’s words are a death trap to America, Electoral College-sanctioned hate speech contaminating this National Anthem. I am not as nasty as a confederate flags being tattooed across my city. Maybe the South actually is going to rise again, maybe for some, but it never really fell. Blacks are still in shackles and graves just for being black. Slavery has been reinterpreted as the prison system in front of people who seek melanin as animal skin. I am not as nasty as a swastika painted on a pride flag and I didn’t know devils could be resurrected, but I feel Hitler in these streets. A mustache traded for a toupe. Nazis renamed as the cabinet. Electrical-conversion therapy — the new gas chamber shaming the gay out of American, turning rainbows into suicide notes. No, I am not as nasty as racism, fraud, conflict of interest, homophobia, sexual assault, trans-phobia, white supremacy, misogyny, ignorance, white privilege.
I'm not as nasty as using little girls like Pokemon before their bodies have even developed. I am not as nasty as your own daughter being your favorite sex symbol, like your wet dreams infused with your own genes but, yeah, I'm a nasty woman. A loud, vulgar proud woman. I'm not nasty like the combo of Trump and Pence being served up to me in my voting booth. I'm nasty like the battles my grandmothers fought to get me into that voting booth. I'm nasty like the fight for wage equality. Scarlett Johansson, why were the female actors paid less than half of what the male actors earned last year? See, even when we do go into higher paying jobs, our wages are still cut with blades, sharpened by testosterone. Why is the work of a black woman and a Hispanic woman worth only $0.63 or $0.54 of a white man’s privileged daughter?
This is not a feminist myth. This is inequality. So, we are not here to be debunked. We are here to be respected. We are here to be nasty. I am nasty like my blood stains on my bed sheets. We don’t actually choose if and when we had our periods. Believe me, if we could, some of us would. We do not like throwing away our favorite pairs of underpants. Tell me. Why are pads and Tampax taxed — oh, that was a brand name — why are tampons and pad still taxes when Viagra and rogaine are not? Is your erection really more than protecting the sacred parts of my womanhood? Is the blood stain on my jeans more embarrassing than the thinning of your hair?
I know it is hard to look at your own entitlement and privilege. You may be afraid of the truth. I am unafraid to be honest. It may sound petty bringing up a few cents, but it adds up to the pile of change I have yet see in my country. I can’t see. My eyes are too busy praying to my feet, hoping you do not mistake eye contact for wanting physical contact. Half my life I have been zipping up smile hoping you do not think I want to unzip your jeans. I am unafraid to be nasty like Susan, Elizabeth, Eleanor, Amelia, Rosa, Gloria, Condoleezza, Sonia, Malala, Michelle, Hillary.
And our pussies ain't for grabbin. Therefore, reminding you that we are stronger than America’s ever will be. Our pussies are for our pleasure. They are birthing new generations of filthy, vulgar, nasty, proud, Christian, Muslims, Buddhists, Sikhs — you name it — for new generations of nasty women. So, if you, a nasty women, or if you love one, let me hear you say, hell yeah!"
CROWD: Hell yeah!
JUDD: Hell yeah!
CROWD: Hell yeah.
JUDD: I love you. Thank you.
