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I’m not a a huge fan of snow, but I’m trying, I really am. For instance, you don’t get dinosaurs in the summer or fall…
It is a start I suppose.
I’m looking for the transcript (found it)because sometimes the applause drowns out the speaker. In any case, this is a command performance and emphasizes a few important points about discourse in our society in general and feminism in particular.
I remember how the park, outside of parked cars, was frozen with quiet and darkness, when your anger shot through the night.
“Why do you call yourself a feminist? You guys are equal. And as a man, I am always expected to be a man, to make the first move. If anything, it is harder for me; you get all of the good stuff and none of the bad.”
With your brows furrowed with concern, with the capacity of my inferior mind, and your eyes grasp my shoulders, pushing me down as if to add to the gravity of your words.
“Do you understand where I am coming from now?”
I sat there small, draped in a label that was then too big for me. Struggling in the creases that were smothering the pieces of ideals taped together to form my skeleton. Feminist fell over my frame like an old baggy shirt. Suddenly embarrassing, the tag started to itch.
All of the good stuff and none of the bad. Women like Orwell’s pigs squealing to be more equal than others, while you’re pressured to be a man in relationships. The dilemma of having to choose who you spend your most intimate moments with. So while I sympathize with your burden of boyhood bravery, it’s hard to be the problem of a cloud’s troubled position of [working the ward] water while you’re the parched flower waiting for the rain to come only to be bother by the thunderous booms of ingratitude.
This is when you tell me not to get hysterical.
Hysterical, the word invented as a diagnosis to given to women showing inappropriate emotion, like anger. Supplemented with a daily dose of the question”Are you on your period?” As if an internal chemical explosion is the only thing that warrants my passionate opinion. But I am not suppose to talk about it. So I’m still trying to figure out why the hell I am to hide the fact that I bleed.
You illegitimatize the cries of my sisters. You try to deny me of my history. Give me hysterectomy that misdirects me dissect the women from this.
You know what? I am done with the futility of civility. I feel like cussing you out.
I would call you a pussy but that would mine. Cunt is the same predicament because it’s your dick I meant to insult. Can’t call you a slut, bitch, or whore because those are reserved for the ladies. I’d call you a son of a bitch but that would just insult the women you came from. The male equivalent of a bitch — bastard — is calling your mother a whore. Douche-bag, one of the dirtiest descriptions, just depicts the drippings of a woman. How about motherfucker? Throw in a feminine connotation to make it extra horrifying. Or a universal fuck you punctuated by erecting a phallic middle finger, in order to provide you with a visual representation of how I want you to be fucked… like a woman. Use sexual politics as the ultimate degradation.
But I don’t say any of this. I sit in silence because it has been hard to be a word in edgewise over your alpha male gorilla chest pounds. King Cock atop dangling buildings squeezing me in your leathery grip dangling me over the edge asking me why the hell I don’t enjoy the view. Oblivious to the fact I can’t even talk to you without choking on the language designed to remind me of my place. And anything I throw at you as an insult simply boomerangs back and burns my own tongue and threatens to drowned me in these thick veiled fabric of sexist dialect. But I will continue to rip these assaults apart, tearing these baggy rags and tying them tight and proud across my body, filling to the limit the fabric will allow until they fit my feminine form.
Reflecting back on your furrowed brow, I ask, “Do you understand where I am coming from now?”
Woo! It is lock out time for the NHL and not a moment to soon. The great showdown between millionaires is about to begin supported by the gullible hockey fan. Just take in the love they have for fans as they gouge you for parking, beverages and food. Oh and ever higher ticket prices, let us not forget that.
“Damage from another lockout will occur almost immediately, and there is no telling how jilted fans and sponsors will react to another shutdown, especially if it stretches through the fall and into the winter.
Management’s latest offer has a short shelf life. Once the lockout begins, Bettman says the economic damage would cause owners to offer players a less beneficial deal.
Players currently receive 57 per cent of hockey-related revenue, and the owners want to bring that number down as far as perhaps 47 per cent — which is an increase from their original offer of 43 percent.
“The fact is, we believe that 57 per cent of HRR is too much,” Bettman said.
The union offered a deal based on actual dollars, seeking a guarantee of the $1.8 billion US players received last season. Annual industry revenue has grown from $2.1 billion to $3.3 billion under the expiring deal.
Players are concerned management hasn’t addressed the league’s financial problems by re-examining the teams’ revenue-sharing formula. Having made several big concessions to reach a deal in 2005, the union doesn’t think it should have to make more this time after record financial growth.”
It is you, the fan, paying for all these rubber disk chasers and yes you might be pissed off now, but you’ll come crawling back and they *KNOW* that. Maybe this time they won’t spread rice on floor before you prostate yourself once again to the hockey gods, and you’ll be happy.
The manosphere welcomes you and your sparkling brethren.
The red pen of justice is vibrating in anticipation of this particular post. Admittedly, when going into the “Manosphere” it makes it shamefully easy to brandish the RPJ. I again make mention of the insipid nature of the WordPress reader function because it takes me to some really horrible sites on the internet, usually engaging cringe reaction followed by my SIWOTI reaction and then usually, hilarity ensues.
(update October 2014 – This douche weasel deleted his blog, so I linked to what was captured in the Internet Way Back Machine instead.)
The hilarity this week will be a natty new site called The New Patriarchy – A Gender Manifesto for the Next Generation. (Pro-Tip: If you don’t want your MRA bullshite deconstructed and laid bare to the world don’t use the feminism tag in your post) The title of the blog should have been enough. Red flags! Warning! Warning! Inversion of reality alert! Raise Shields! You know, all that jazz.
*sigh* – I could not resist and was drawn into the swirling vortex of pants-on-head stupid… Oh well, I tried keeping it over there, but the conversation quickly drew to close.
Battered with inconvenient facts, you know like women are people, the Patriarchy is actually a bad thing, egalitarianism is not the devil et cetera – Transcendiaryknight flames out and flounces in his own comment section.
Awesome.
I’m going to repost his last comment on the thread, annotated with the RPJ, of course. But here, gentle reader, is where I ask you to join me in the fun and find your own red pen of justice and post your own response to Mr.DairyKnight and his noble launch into the “manosphere“. Post your work in the comment section or link to this post with your replies.
Okay, lets get busy! Mr. DairyKnight front and centre please… [TW for Strong Language]
“I don’t have time to go through all the points in your response,[Oh! All those contrary facts! They highlight how shallow and crappy my arguments are. These criticisms are harshing my delusional-MRA mellow!] but I have dealt with people like you [You mean people who call you on your shitty arguments and thinly disguised misogyny?] before and its not worth the time[because my precious man fee-fees trump reality dontcha-know, and arguing against strawfeminsim is soooo much easier]. You will continue to reject everything I say[because it so amazingly wrong, as in fractally wrong.] because you feel insulted[projection much?] because my beliefs and experience[like your beliefs and experiences give you the right to say horribly stupid shite and expect not to get called on it? I guess the Manosphere provides training wheels for hard things like arguing cogently.] do not match closely with yours[Indeed, I think women should be treated as autonomous human beings that deserve full rights in society]. I am not interested in arguing [oh that was abundantly clear early on]with arrogance[someone who took your bad arguments and showed you how bad they actually are].
Just because you can provide internet links to someone who may have the same opinion as you as “evidence”, does not make you right either[ no, there is no default I win button for linking to sites, but, linking to sites that provide evidence and definitions that support my arguments is how adults argue, cupcake].
My main concern with feminism[as defined by cupcake] is that a growing percentage of sex-starved[oh wow, you went there – so thats what you launch into the “manosphere” is all about; women not being fuck-toilets for your manly seed] beta males[which is code for “I’m a lecherous creeper”] (sex-starved due to women’s abundant sexual choice[certainly not because you’re insinuating that women should be your fuck-toilets] are starting to drop out of society[Really? Taking your balls and going home?] like flies (witness the economy crashing around you[that would be due to the increasingly corporate nature of governance – but hey I could be wrong]) and focussing on ‘hunting’ women for sex[Oh so rather than getting jobs sex starved beta males are setting up the Creepy McPerv-Stalking Society, so they can get all rapey-sexy on the evil women that have emasculated them? What an shining example of pro-social behaviour.] rather than trying to ‘buy’ a woman with his ability to earn[WTF? How about treating women like human beings and appealing to them with your good qualities. Of course then you’d have to admit they deserve rights and equality, we certainly can’t have uppity fucktoilets around now can we?] – why else would should[ed. “she”] be with him [Wow its almost like you know what all women want, it totally isn’t like you set up an imaginary straw-woman and argue your woman-hating points against it] when there are an endless supply of stronger alpha males[because human society is completely like a wolf-pack, btw that alpha/beta wolfpack shite is out of date, and is not how wolf society works, but misrepresenting science is the least of your concerns, trust me cupcake.] who she can fuck[What is with all the fucking? Why do you reduce women to fuckable objects, unless of course that is what you think they are only good for…] on demand?
Men have found another way of getting laid and it doesn’t involve working long hours just to have some bitch use [It’s nice when MRA’s finally dispense with any sort of subtly and let their irrational hatred stand in the spotlight] and manipulate you[oh you mean being a respectable, ethical, hard-working human being is just right out! ]! This mass exodus of men from the workforce obviously[only to you and the rest of the “manosphere”] has some pretty big implications[more creepy stalkers, wheeeee!] for society and needs to be considered[yes, this argument is considered to be bunk].
As for your comment about my arguments being at odds with reality[the evidence presented would back this particular claim], I suppose that depends on what your perspective of reality looks like[Yeah, empirical reality – facts matter cupcake and you don’t get to play all po-mo relativistic dude] and I’m sure its vastly different from mine[oh you did go all po-mo, full marks for fuckwittery].
Ps. for your own sake and mine, please don’t waste your time replying[Absolutely! Now I will dedicate my time to showing how atrocious you are at arguing and how shitty your arguments actually are here on my blog] as I’m done with this argument[that is because outside of the “manosphere” your arguments are considered by rational people to be baseless, unsupportable shite, that can be boiled down to your hatred of women and the ways that ‘evil women’ ruin your life]. Go and prove your ‘evidence based’ theories to someone else [Okay, that is exactly what I am doing here Cupcake. Welcome to the internet…oh..and of course the “Manosphere!“].”
Ah, another RPJ post in the books. I always feel better after the final edit is done :) Oh, and don’t forget to write your own RPJ – riff off of the above or go to the fiery nexus of fail in person and glean some of your own MRA “wisdom” to dismember(there is a second post just as ripe as the Launch, trust me) and deride.
Sadfaced millionaires and sadfaced billionaires are fighting it out right now about how to divide the outrageous plunder made in the National Hockey League.
Boo-Frickety-Hoo!
The players in the NHL are overpaid. Chasing a rubber disk around a rink should not be multi-millionaire territory. I’m thinking important occupations that improve our society should get the big bucks, you know like doctors, scientists,engineers, educators, social workers et cetera; occupations that make a difference.
My solution to the NHL vs. NHLPA problem?
1. No one makes over a million dollars. Too bad so sad, you’re lucky to be paid for playing a game.
2. Profits from advertising/ticket sales/ concessions are capped at 15%.
3.The excess money goes back into developing the game at the grassroots and making it safer for all those involved. From midget leagues on up, kids would have the best equipment and facilities to practice the great game of hockey. Medical care for injured players and further medical research into common injuries would be fully funded in order to make the game safer and generally make the game better for all those involved.
4. A retirement pension fund would also be established to help players retire/transition to other roles in society.
5. Ticket prices would be reduced to make the game accessible to more people, while keeping the funding structure in place to support points 3 and 4.
The inflated greed that ruins the NHL makes it unwatchable. Wow! overpaid douche one just scored on overpaid douche two, oh the drama of it all.
Bringing hockey back to a reasonable level would be awesome, I’d watch hockey again because then truly it would be Canada’s national sport (kinda like Lacrosse which actually is Canada’s national sport).
Christian ‘morals’ plus the abortion issue and dudes, you know where we are headed….
I’m not sure if I like the “reader” function that wordpress offers as a part of its blogging platform. Searching the Abortion tag seems to consistently raise my blood pressure because of beastly shite that I find out there. Today’s turd of a post is entitled ‘Tough Choices” and after reading it my tough choice was either to cry or vomit. Luckily I chose option “3” and will employ the red pen of justice and take this privileged anti-choice dude apart.
“A young girl, around 12 or 13, is walking down the street at dark, when suddenly a man takes her and violently rapes her. Devastated, she falls into a state of depression. She is ready to put it all in the past when she realizes something–she’s late on her period. Terrified, she obtains a pregnancy test which confirms her fears. She is pregnant with the child of a rapist’s.
Now, I know some people would say that she needs to have the right to an abortion. Well–and yes, I know this is probably an unpopular opinion–I disagree.”
[Well it is good to establish that you have a firm hatred of women and their bodily autonomy from the outset.] Yes, rape is traumatic.[The faux-empathy begins here]
I can’t even begin to imagine having to go through it [It’s shitty, and you don’t want first hand experience].
However, if a victim of rape realizes she is pregnant, she probably feels scared, alone, and vulnerable. Some women would want to turn to abortion. But abortion is a cold lie [Where the frack does this come from? Abortion is not a lie, it is a medical procedure Is an appendectomy a cold lie too?]. It may seem appealing, like you can magically “undo” all that happened by a simple procedure, but in reality, it is the killing of a child[anti-choice distortion, the first of many – It is not a child, we get a child after the little event called “Birth”. Acorns are not oak trees]. Should a child’s life [*facepalm* – repeating misinformation does not make it more true] be taken just because of the crime the father committed?
Abortion in cases of rape takes a vulnerable, traumatized girl and further disturbs her by killing her child [Like carrying the results of rape for 9 months isn’t traumatizing?]. The results of abortion in cases of rape is one dead child [one terminated pregnancy, FIFY] and one extremely wounded mother [keep in mind the author is talking about a 11 or 12 year child, the term “Mother” is grossly misused].
Which seems more traumatic to you: being raped, becoming pregnant, having the child killed, and having to live with that the rest of your life; or, being raped, becoming pregnant, delivering the child, putting the child up for adoption, and living knowing that your child is alive as well? [you missed the option of suffering though and possibly dying in pregnancy] (though some women choose to keep their children rather than giving them up for adoption, a most admirable move)
Some pro-lifers want an exception for rape[yes, they have something resembling empathy and respect for women]. However, I don’t think there should be one. It may seem heartless at first[because it is], but once you look at the real reasons[fetus worshipping] why abortion shouldn’t be allowed in cases of rape[women should be second class citizens/incubators nothing more], I think you will better understand[We do understand, the hate for women and their autonomy screams from every line of this post].
I was so pumped when I first saw the TED talk about the system designed with digital cameras and lasers that could burn the little blood suckers right out of the air. That was in 2010. Have they done anything with it yet after inventing the darn system? Nope.
You would think that going all StarWars on mosquitoes would be the dream of many, but alas, they are not making kits or as it would seem have any plan to do so. Unhelpfully they suggested a DIY method, that only costs in the thousands of dollars. :(
Meh.
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