You know how back in school your art teacher told you "there's no such thing as bad art?" Everyone knew it was a lie, but we all went along with it because it's the perfect excuse for having the creative abilities of a four-year-old. Except for leftists like Ashley Judd, who took the soft platitude to heart. Bless her. Here's proof. At the Women's March in Washington DC, Judd took to the stage to recite a rip-roaringly retarded feminist poem.

WARNING: Graphic language and stupidity ahead...

Ashley Judd, the actress who at one time considered running for the U.S. Senate, read a poem at the Women’s March in Washington, D.C. on Saturday making innuendo about incest between President Donald Trump and his daughter, Ivanka.

Judd took to the stage at the event following filmmaker Michael Moore to read a poem sent to her by a 19-year-old woman from Tennessee, the actress’ home state.

“I am a nasty woman,” Judd read to dramatic effect, referring to Trump’s comments about Hillary Clinton during the presidential campaign.

The poem harangued Trump as a racist, sexist, and homophobe. Among many complaints, it made reference to the controversy over the Confederate flag in many southern states and to conservatives’ pro-life stance. The poem, written by Nina Donovan, also included overt sexual jabs at Trump.

Please ladies, exactly what rights are you being denied?

I'm pretty sure this was written with a crayon. At one point in the poem, Judd said men use girls like Pokemon. What exactly is that supposed to mean? Are men trapping preteen girls in magic balls and using them to fight other preteen girls? Even if it were true, feminists would have nothing to worry about. No respectable Pokemon-er is going to go out of their way for a Snorlax. For those of you who don't play Pokemon: men aren't going to out of their way to bag a three day old Domino's pizza. Even if it is thick crust.

Funny also how privileged, first-world women like to claim victimhood. All while women in Islamic countries face actual persecution. You know, like show your ankles and get stoned to death by a bunch of guys in funny hats. But, please, American feminists, tell us all how you're the real victims as you regale us about beauty standards. It's such a fascinating tale.

These screeching, armpit-haired wildebeests are their own undoing. Feminists demand to be taken seriously but, when they're given a platform, "art" like this is what you get. No substance at all. Just recycled BuzzFeed talking points. With proudly displayed cellulite.

We're all still waiting for one fact-based example of American women being denied a right, by the way. Chime in any time.

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