Every Woman Loves a Fascist….Or Do Newt’s Women Read Sylvia Plath?

My Liberal Arts Education is showing again…

Only I would connect Newt Gingrich with a Sylvia Plath poem as representative of  his interaction with the women in his life…

I was thinking of Newt and his wives and when the famous Sylvia Plath quote from her poem “Daddy” came to mind:

Every woman adores a Fascist,
The boot in the face, the brute

As I read the poem, it just seemed to be more and more applicable to the situation.

And, ultimately, “the brute:” is destroyed by the Woman and the Village…

Have wives One and Two read Plath?

Based on her recent statements, I think Mrs. Gingrich Number Two has….

You stand at the blackboard, daddy,
In the picture I have of you,
A cleft in your chin instead of your foot
But no less a devil for that, no not
Any less the black man who

Bit my pretty red heart in two.
I was ten when they buried you.
At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.

But they pulled me out of the sack,
And they stuck me together with glue.
And then I knew what to do.
I made a model of you,
A man in black with a Meinkampf look

And a love of the rack and the screw.
And I said I do, I do.
So daddy, I’m finally through.
The black telephone’s off at the root,
The voices just can’t worm through.

If I’ve killed one man, I’ve killed two—
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.

There’s a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I’m through.

Here is a link to the full poem:


Discuss among yourselves…..

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