This has to be seen to be believed.

Of all the lunacy at last weekend's Women's March in Washington, D.C., perhaps the most jaw-dropping was actress Ashley Judd's unhinged demonstration of feminist rage, which included reciting a spoken-word rant from "Nina Donovan, a 19-year-old in middle Tennessee."

Judd, who has appeared in some movies but is most famous for having a famous country-western performer mother and sister, screamed utterly irrational lines about "Electoral College-sanctioned hate speech," slavery being "reinterpreted as the prison system," "electrical-conversion therapy" being "the new gas chamber," and the predictable bilge about white privilege, white supremacy, and transphobia.

She went on to accuse Trump of having "wet dreams" over his daughter Ivanka as his "favorite sex symbol." Then, hilariously, she rhetorically asked her infinitely more famous colleague Scarlett Johansson why she is paid half of what male actors earn.

After that, Judd sank into the gutter and began bellowing about her period and Trump's erection. She closed with what today's privileged feminists actually consider a rallying cry: "Our pussies ain't for grabbin.'" Okay.

On behalf of all the many millions of women who voted for Donald Trump, all the women for whom Ashley Judd and Nina Donovan do not speak, all the pro-life women who were excluded from the March because they don't fit the rigid ideology of contemporary feminism, we apologize for presenting the video above and the transcript of the "poem" below, which comes courtesy of Newsbusters. Read it and weep -- or laugh:

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 toupee. 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!"

Check out the video above and behold the insanity of the celebrity left.