Monday, 6 January 2014

S.C.U.M. Manifesto

S.C.U.M. is literally titled: Society for Cutting Up Men (author: Valerie Solanis)

This person is mentally sick. Reading her litany of hatred and insanity puts me into a dark, cold rage.

You women, you implicitly endorse this sick insanity.

Every little "joke" about Loreena Bobbit.

Every little put-down of the men you purportedly cannot find.

The fact that when you saw this manifesto and didn't scream to Heaven: "Put that insane woman into an asylum!" at the top of your collective voices. You didn't raise a murmur of dissent.

If you do not explicitly oppose something, then you implicitly and passively endorse it.

You say that you cannot find good men. You ask where all the good men have gone. You have great long rants and passive-aggressive whines on the subject.

We are hiding from your collective insanity.

Sunday, 5 January 2014

You Haven't Seen Rage Yet

In digging around, I've run across this old article from the Toronto Sun (full attribution given). I feel the strange urge to respond to this privileged child, from my position 15 years in the future:
September 20, 1999
Feminism led to masculine rage
By JEAN SONMOR
Toronto Sun
I'm walking around steaming and I don't know who I'm mad at -- except maybe myself.
The reason for my irritation is simple enough on one level: Those nasty engineers at Queen's University in Kingston, the ones who like to dye themselves purple for frosh week, are at it again. Apparently -- trying to outdo each other insulting and degrading women. "Go Down or Go Home" is their pathetic rallying cry.
Ho hum. Old story. Sexual bravura at its least alluring. A decade ago their predecessors were more violent. Queen's achieved international notoriety for their posters responding to the No Means No campaign-- "No Means Kick Her In The Teeth," "No Means On Your Knees, Bitch"
This year, though, my son is there. First year, living in the thick of it all, in residence. So now I have a personal interest in how brutal and misogynistic the prevailing attitudes are at the place where my husband and I are spending $13,000 or $14,000 over the next seven months to have our son "educated." (The total cost is more but he's contributing his summer savings.)
In the summer there was a minor skirmish when signs went up identifying the AMS (the Alma Mater Society, the student government) as the "All Male Society." The matter was handled internally -- after all, seven of the top 10 jobs are held by women and the editor of the school paper is a woman. "All Male Society" had its ironic twist.
It would be naive to think there aren't rambunctious anti-feminists everywhere. But at Queen's they seem to feel a little freer -- or maybe a little angrier. But the steam that's rising from me, although provoked by the hyper-aggressive poster-makers, has more to do with the ugly impasse between the sexes that we're living through. And for that I blame my generation of women. How come we didn't see this coming? How come we were so caught up in our own stuff that we turned men into the enemy, and now must suffer the consequences?
These students are kids, for heaven's sake, not bitter, wounded 50-year-olds who've been through the marital and professional wars and lost on both counts. Their attitude is societal rather than personal. These guys have absorbed their hostility from the air around them. And who's providing that air? Their feminist mothers and fathers? The media? The women they date?
More and more worrying goes on about what has happened to this generation of boys. Skyrocketing suicide rates. Plummeting grades. Little ambition or focus.( A recent American survey of Grade 8 kids found the girls twice as likely as the boys to aspire to a career in management.) And if you have teenagers you don't have to read books such as Harvard psychologist William Pollack's Real Boys: Rescuing Our Sons from the Myths of Boyhood to see how much surer girls are than boys about where they're going and what they want. "It's as if our sons are unwittingly mirroring ... our own adult ambivalence about masculinity," Pollack writes.
At least some of the hostility toward women must be laid at the feet of feminism. That dreary, doctrinaire me-firstism that many women find embarrassing is still around in spades. In commenting on a recent story that fewer men are now teaching high school, the women educators were indifferent. High school boys don't need teacher-role models, they said. No research shows that. But we've spent nearly two decades on affirmative action trying to balance the gender equation at the universities. Why? Presumably because role models are important to young women. Go figure.
Anyhow, I digress. What I wanted to say was about how carelessly a certain kind of woman embraced feminism in the 1970s. (I'm not discounting myself but I tempered my views as I watched my sons grow up -- living proof that the personal is the political.) We tried to seize power. We saw an opening. We saw unfairness. We never bothered our heads about the consequences. But, looking back, it's pretty clear to me that many -- though not all -- of us already had all kinds of power. It was subtle but very real. Almost without reflection, en masse, we threw over that highly nuanced balance between the sexes and decided to redraw the map -- unilaterally.
What did we expect? Capitulation? That all we had to do was say we wanted to take our place at the boardroom table, show we were smart and strategic enough, and the men, those who prized that kind of accomplishment above all other, would simply bow and retreat? And retreat to what? The housework and family nurturing that we had suddenly decided wasn't enough for us? Now, if you can believe the trend watchers, many women are burned out on superwoman and want to head back.
Trouble is, with all the carnage -- and attitude -- around, that's not possible.
***
Jean Sonmor can be reached by e-mail at jsonmor@sunpub.com.
Letters to the editor should be sent to editor@sunpub.com.
Copyright © 1999, Quebecor New Media Limited Partnership.
"Pathetic rallying cry" - way to pull out the old shaming language. "Ho hum. Old story." - yup, so childish, you've seen it a million times before - more shaming language.

The old accusation of misogyny - pull it out and wave it like a banner, girl. The sly insinuation of pathetic "rambunctious anti-feminists" - well-played!

"How come we didn't see this coming? How come we were so caught up in our own stuff that we turned men into the enemy, and now must suffer the consequences?" The old victim's cry of "why us?" Poor little dears you still don't connect cause and effect very well do you. You don't like consequences, they should be banned and you be allowed to return to your dream-life of unicorns and rainbows and unicorns that shit rainbows.

"Their attitude is societal, not personal" - wrong. You women made the political personal and that isn't anything to do with social - it's personal. You can try to deflect, minimise, or hide it - you're wasting your time. I especially like how you casually discounted "bitter, wounded 50-year-olds" - female deflection and solipsism at its finest.

Now look at the "but I tempered my views as I watched my sons grow up" - really? Yet you still fling around accusations like a fully-fledged member of the sistahood. You never came to your senses at all, you simply said that you did because it was temporarily convenient for this article. Else you wouldn't be steaming. YAWALT.

You women deserve to be burned out on Superwoman. More, you deserve to be unable to take it all back the way it was. Choke on it, women, you got what you wanted - in spades - to get burned out exactly like a man. Given "the attitude" that you personally still exhibit, you know exactly where your sons and the other young men absorbed their attitudes from - it was a reaction to you. Deny that reality if you wish.

You got your Ph.D. - piled higher and deeper - while at the same time taking away the best possible male sanctuary and refuge from all that shit and garbage: his home. You took away the best things that would make it all worthwhile: meaningful sex and tender ministrations from a person who truly loves and appreciates what her man is going through for her and her children's benefit.

Pissing off men in the process was a sweet bonus for you. I think that women love torturing the "helpless". It seems to be in your blood and bones. You have not a shred of tolerance for the slightest hint of weakness.

Which is what got us all in this place, in this state, in this complete mess.

Steaming? Oh, right - because that's easier to deal with than that sickening dead spot of gnawing shame and fear within you. The gnawing shame and fear and dread at the knowledge that you went way too far and you are waking up to the realisation that there will be consequences (nasty things that should be banned). You sure as shit don't like the thought of what the retribution might be.

More: I think you have a problem that you haven't thought about yet.

You and other women have yet to see full-on insane, seething, frothing, out-of-control rage from a man. Women have nothing on it in comparison. We don't have pathetically childish screaming fits like you. Oh no - that's not how we roll when we lose it.

We break bones.

We bite off ears and noses and rip off faces.

We cripple and maim for life.

We leave people in a bedridden vegetable state.

We kill.

When it happens as a group from men pointed towards women (hate bounces) you are going to wish that you were only oppressed.

Hate hate hate


"I feel that 'man-hating' is an honorable and viable political act, that the oppressed have a right to class-hatred against the class that is oppressing them." -- Robin Morgan - former president of the National Ourganization for Women (NOW) and editor of MS magazine

I must offer a deep and sincere apology to Ms Robin Morgan - and by extension, to all women. I feel so deeply ashamed. I honestly never knew how terribly oppressed you women truly were.

I never realised that the treatment you and your mother and your grandmother - that all women throughout time and space - received at the hands of oppressive men was so profoundly bad. So I feel moved to sincerely apologise for the following treatment of you and yours:

I apologise for you being chained in the darkness in a 10-foot cell all your lives.

I apologise for the three-times-a-day gang-raping.

I apologise for the morning and evening beatings that left you a pulped and whimpering, bleeding mess.

I apologise for the once-a-day bowl of watery gruel which left you so malnourished that the babies resulting from your gang-raping all miscarried.

I apologise for you being forced to sleep naked in your chains on an ice-cold concrete floor in minus-20-degree temperatures.


"Oppression." Listen to me snigger. Feminists. You are so fucking full of shit.

Fat Elbows

It gets so you just need to look at a girls elbows.

If the elbows are fat - when you can barely see the point, lost in the dimples - you know that she's overweight.

I call this "fat elbow syndrome".

Saturday, 4 January 2014

Sex Sells

I almost never watch TV so don't generally see the advertising and other crap used to brainwash the masses into stupidity. For once though, I was visiting my parents and they had the TV on in the background. Vague ambience, it was actually a pain in the ass - as per usual all advertisements come through every 10 minutes at high volume and you can't hear each other. Their house though so I didn't ask 'em to shut it the fuck off: I was being pleasant.

So, up comes this commercial with a model girl on it, advertising "Elite Singles". Basically it's a matchmaking service for smart, successful, ambitious men who make big money, but don't have time to seek out classy women.

It reminded me of the Elite Introductions people who were advertising in the newspapers a couple years back. Same shit, different day. If you were a clueless loser without any social circle at all, you could get together with a group for a dinner and be formally introduced - I thought it was a crock of shit when I first ran across it, and I was Beta to the core at that time.

Either way though, sex sells - and the selling is becoming more prevalent. I wonder how many high-end dates these poor suckers are shelling out for to be "introduced" to these classy ladies - and how many of these ladies are shills, like half of the girls at the so-called speed-dating events.

Go ahead girls, take the clueless for every cent you can. It makes up the slack when you're buying ME dinner and presents.

Kevin Conboy Hates Free Speech

Here is the face of a man who threatened to shut down two WordPress sites because he finds the content "offensive":


The sites that he found offensive?


and


So, why did this human turd pop his top and threaten to take down these sites? (Not a chance with Return of Kings - they have their own webhosting.)

Was it because they post pictures and techniques on torture? No.

Was it because they teach you how to be an arsonist, or hook you up with assassins and hit-men? No.

Was it because you can buy drugs there like on Silk Road? No.

Was it because they promote the world-wide slave-trade? No.

Perhaps - God forbid! - they teach you hacking, computer theft, how to sell credit card information, or the dissemination of (gasp!) State Secrets, like WikiLeaks? No.

Well fuck me. What do they promote then?

The sites teach men what it is to be men - how to be men - what makes men attractive to women - how to get to fuck women - and similar subjects.

So the question becomes: why did this human turd find this offensive?

Here is where we start to dip our fingers into the sticky, stinky, rancid mentality of a human turd. Why would a man find these things offensive? Usually, things which offend you threaten in some way your preconceived ideas and self-image.

Could it be that it threatens his own self-image in some manner? Perhaps because the man is such a human turd that when he realised that the information on these websites was helping other men get laid while he cannot - that he completely lost it at the thought of his own sack-of-shit existence being a complete failure at womanising?

Dear dear me.

He sounds like a complete failure, a loser, a - dare I say it - human turd.

Because only a human turd would flip his shit at the thought of another man getting to fuck some good-looking girl.

That, or a woman jealous that she's not the one getting fucked.

Addendum: here is the original tweet, now-removed by this human turd.


"Hunting down cowards on the internet" - oh the cognitive dissonance!


I can totally see him hunting a deer.


Friday, 3 January 2014

I'm Too Sexy

Awwww how sad.


Oh shit, I forgot the obligatory warning label:

There, that's better. Now just for us oldies:


I'm too sexy for my cat..poor pussy, poor pussy-cat!

Muscle

Danger & Play just before Christmas last year had a post about how going from fit to big gets you a lot of attention:


I can personally verify this from New Years Eve. I had zero interest in actually going out, when I got a call from a mate asking me what I was doing. Okay, what the fuck, might as well go out eh. He's a good mate.

I'd just completed a heavy workout, was sweaty as fuck, hadn't showered, was about to eat and slug down a fresh-made margarita. It's 7pm, I'll pick you up around 9-ish. Eat steak and veg, slap on a shirt without showering, go out and be the chauffeur. Not a problem, no intent to chase girls. Just have a couple drinks and enjoy myself with company.

Only...

The girls are paying attention, very amusing. You're walking down the street and they step out of your way. The guys are stepping out of your way. Everyone is eyeing you.

This is 6 hours after my weights session. I'm not still jacked/pumped from the session any more. I'm not flexing the muscles at all. Nothing. Simply walking, talking, laughing with my mates, dancing with girls who come up and ask. Simply a fun time.

After midnight. Run across a girl I haven't seen for two years, she drags me onto the floor for a dance. She's got her hands on my shoulders and upper arms, feeling them up, complimenting me on my looks, saying that I look so damn good and young: she knows I'm 47, ten years older than her. Can see the lust in her eyes. Her partner is there, carefully not watching - in fact he's walked away for a bit. Pity he's there at all, she's DTF.

It dawns on me: I've just barely started to transit from fit to big.

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Protect Yourself

A sudden call at 10am on New Years Day.

"Mate, can you track an IP address to an iPhone?"

Imagine my raised eyebrows. Why this? Turns out that someone had tried to access his bank account from an iPhone. So some talking and thinking and working out: yes, with effort.

The more normal process requires:

• a court order
• the cops authorization
• help from the telco involved

Or if you happen to know a private dick, or someone on the inside, or some criminals: you can find out thataways. Of course, if you want to stop it officially then the only way to go about it is officially.

Or if you're lucky: you can figure out that you hadn't actually removed your psycho ex-girlfriend from your banking details and she logged in to check on your bank account, see what you were doing.

Mystery solved, nothing happened beyond some racing heartbeats for a bit, psycho ex-girlfriend is now removed from your bank-account.

"Mate, can you tell if there's something oddball on your phone?"

Why this? Turns out its a brand-new phone, bought just before Christmas, with the SIM card from the old phone swapped over. The battery lasts about 9 hours on standby.

Check the model, it's supposed to last 400+ hours on standby and 7 hours of solid talking. Sounds pretty likely, you best go back to where you got the phone from and ask them to check it. Or get a new SIM.

Happy New Year. Protect yourself, there is a lot of entitled crazy out there.

You poor bastard.

Modern Woman

How dare you love me...

I must punish you...