I feel it's necessary at this point to debunk a couple of misunderstandings about what I'm doing here. Not because I need anyone to understand 'The True Me' or some such tear-drenched psycho-dingbat-babble. It's more to give the reader some useful tips about how to read. Yes, how to fucking read. And yes, that was inflammatory. Why am I being inflammatory? Good question. Smart of you to ask. Smart for a dingbat.
You may well have formed an opinion about that, or weighed up a few possibilities. Did my mother drop me on my head when I was a baby? Am I bitter at women because of some rejection or injustice in my past, or just generally bitter at everyone because I'm an unsuccessful, ugly git with a small penis? Am I a little pussywhipped motherfucker with some cunt of a she-devil in my life, venting my pent up anger and frustration here because I'm too weak to be assertive in real life? You don't know. Do I know? Form an opinion. Amend as necessary. Or don't. Whatever. Just try to be more interesting than drying paint, less predictable than the force of gravity about it.
Calling me a male rights activist is just laziness. It implies I'm on some kind of mission. As in wanting to change or fix something, increase awareness about some issue (excuse me while I throw up), make the world a fucking better place (excuse me, I just threw up again). What the.....Jesus Christ, there's puke everywhere.... Change what? Fix what? What issue? What world?
I'm not on a mission, dingbat. This is a project. It's something I'm doing. Why? Because I can. It amuses me. Male rights activism strikes me as a bunch of moaning men. "Oh, she wrongfully accused me of rape...", "Oh, oh, she got custody of the kids...", "Oh, oh, society won't let me be a real man anymore..." Someone should bitch-slap those whiny fuckers. You're citizens. Claim your rights. Don't piss and moan like feminists. I got accused of being destructive to the cause (puke). I know nothing about any damn cause. Show me it, I'll shit on it.
I don't feel any bitterness towards women. I love women. I even love feminists, and actually fuck one on a regular basis. She's crap at it, but our political pillow talk's sometimes mildly stimulating, as is the phrase 'I'm fucking feminism', which might occasionally spring to mind during the act itself. Feminists are like anyone else: sometimes charming, sometimes stupid, generally misinformed and often quite dull between the sheets. It's their ideology I find absurd, bogus, funny, entertaining etc. The enemy isn't women, wimmin, the femin-ine or femin-ists. It's femin-ism.
If I shoot wide of the mark and target women, wimmin, the feminine, feminists, whiny men or other dingbats, well, I suppose you could call that collateral damage. Do I care? No.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Behind enemy lines 2
Oh dear, oh dear. Professor Ron's been too confrontational again. The only other conclusion is that the feminists and their hangers-on are just too sensitive to play with. The tiniest scrape to their ego and they're banning you from the sand pit. Come on!
Anyway, I found a hilarious group of dingbats called Wipeout sexism on FB, whose motto is 'Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.' It's on a par with ideas like 'the world is ruled by space aliens', except that these feminists are self-appointed guardians of political correctness and try to get things they don't like censored. They don't like The LAD Bible, and they certainly don't like No Means Yes and Yes Means Anal, for example. Pointing out that they were serving as a reference library for such links and thanking them for it probably offended them. Linking to Nighthawk Plaza with the words, "I think you're going to hate my blog, and I think I'm going to like that," probably didn't help. But of course, people who go in for censorship are notoriously difficult to provoke into a discussion about censorship...or anything else, for that matter. They censor. They delete things. What they can't delete themselves, they try to get others to delete. It's what they do.
I thought I'd fare better with Women And Girls Should Rule The World, Men And Boys Should Serve. Not really a feminist coven, I thought. More of a dominatrix thing. It seemed like fun, so I didn't think they'd mind me joining the game and doing a little deconstruction. There are entries like:
My comment: "The woman in a passive role again. Yawn."
Another one:
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Anyway, I found a hilarious group of dingbats called Wipeout sexism on FB, whose motto is 'Feminism is the radical notion that women are people.' It's on a par with ideas like 'the world is ruled by space aliens', except that these feminists are self-appointed guardians of political correctness and try to get things they don't like censored. They don't like The LAD Bible, and they certainly don't like No Means Yes and Yes Means Anal, for example. Pointing out that they were serving as a reference library for such links and thanking them for it probably offended them. Linking to Nighthawk Plaza with the words, "I think you're going to hate my blog, and I think I'm going to like that," probably didn't help. But of course, people who go in for censorship are notoriously difficult to provoke into a discussion about censorship...or anything else, for that matter. They censor. They delete things. What they can't delete themselves, they try to get others to delete. It's what they do.
I thought I'd fare better with Women And Girls Should Rule The World, Men And Boys Should Serve. Not really a feminist coven, I thought. More of a dominatrix thing. It seemed like fun, so I didn't think they'd mind me joining the game and doing a little deconstruction. There are entries like:
My comment: "The woman in a passive role again. Yawn."
Another one:
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...after which I linked to Women mostly suck at sex...if they suck at all.
Blocked, banned, shunned, excluded.... Not even a funny reply to quote here.
This is a difficult project.
Monday, February 20, 2012
The kind of help that hurts a bit.
I managed to infiltrate the dandiest little feminist group on Facebook. The fun lasted about half an hour, before I got evicted again. I joined a discussion about prostitution, which I will expand upon in a later blog entry. I also posted a link to this blog, which led to the following exchange (and my expulsion). Notice particularly the pertinent questions I didn't get to answer, plus the intriguing comment: "i found his blog on why women are crap at sex fascinating." This meeting of minds could have produced real dialogue, and possibly a genuine intellectual breakthrough in the field of communication between men and women, even men and feminist dingbats. Oh well..
Ron Plantagenet That's a shame. I'm here to help, even if it's the kind of help that hurts a bit.
36 minutes ago
Ron Plantagenet I was raised by feminists. Feminism helped me to be independent of women by making demands like 'Iron your own fucking shirt.' I'm a masculist: I want to help women liberate themselves by confronting them with demands on their sense of independence.
29 minutes ago
Joe Graff Let me see if I have this straight. You're here to help women liberate themselves. You intend to do this by demanding that women be independent in the same way that you were by your feminist guardians as a child ("take care of your damn self," "don't ask for special treatment," etc.) Am I on track here so far? I don't want to respond to you until I'm sure I understand you correctly.
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Joe Graff Oh well. So much for that. I had a feeling that I was going to enjoy that ... ;-)
22 minutes ago
Darius Paulauskas Is it not to early? I wasn't quite sure what exatcly he was on about.
22 minutes ago
Eric M Hodge Thank you, Ann Tagonist. MRAs are the most annoying shitheads in the world.
17 minutes ago
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