Secretary Pantsuit, Where Are You?

Apostasy, thy name is pantsuit!In another display of fundamentalist Islam’s tolerance and rationality, Sudan’s “government” is going to whip journalist Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein 40 times.

Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein’s crime? Violation of Article 152 of Sudanese law, which promises 40 lashes for anyone “who commits an indecent act which violates public morality or wears indecent clothing.” More specifically, Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein was wearing a pantsuit. Not that pantsuits are not an affront against fashion, but c’mon, Sudan. Pantsuits? Really? It’s not like Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein was all tarted up like J. Edgar Hoover at a NAMBLA convention.

‘Puter is pleased to see that things are going so swimmingly in the Muslim world now that they have time to take on the serious issue of pantsuit wearing women. For the Prophet’s sake, one can see Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein’s hands and face!

This whole episode is a sorry commentary on portions of the Muslim world’s ill-advised choice to subjugate half of its population: namely, women. ‘Puter holds that the penchant of certain Muslim countries for keeping women down is a prime explanation of their inability to move out of medieval living conditions.

‘Puter awaits Secretary of State Clinton and women’s rights organizations to come out forcefully against Sudan’s violation of women’s rights and in support of the brave Ms. Ahmed al-Hussein. ‘Puter expects to wait a long time.

About 'Puter

Always right, unless he isn’t, the infallible Ghettoputer F. X. Gormogons claims to be an in-law of the Volgi, although no one really believes this. ’Puter carefully follows economic and financial trends, legal affairs, and serves as the Gormogons’ financial and legal advisor. He successfully defended us against a lawsuit from a liquor distributor worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in unpaid deliveries of bootleg shandies. The Geep has an IQ so high it is untestable and attempts to measure it have resulted in dangerously unstable results as well as injuries to researchers. Coincidentally, he publishes intelligence tests as a side gig. His sarcasm is so highly developed it borders on the psychic, and he is often able to insult a person even before meeting them. ’Puter enjoys hunting small game with 000 slugs and punt guns, correcting homilies in real time at Mass, and undermining unions. ’Puter likes to wear a hockey mask and carry an axe into public campgrounds, where he bursts into people’s tents and screams. As you might expect, he has been shot several times but remains completely undeterred. He assures us that his obsessive fawning over news stories involving women teachers sleeping with young students is not Freudian in any way, although he admits something similar once happened to him. Uniquely, ’Puter is unable to speak, read, or write Russian, but he is able to sing it fluently. Geep joined the order in the mid-1980s. He arrived at the Castle door with dozens of steamer trunks and an inarticulate hissing creature of astonishingly low intelligence he calls “Sleestak.” Ghettoputer appears to make his wishes known to Sleestak, although no one is sure whether this is the result of complex sign language, expert body posture reading, or simply beating Sleestak with a rubber mallet. 'Puter suggests the Czar suck it.