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“Why is it that a weaker person has to attach themselves to someone stronger?”

I’m not talking about the deferrence that comes from a Dom/ sup relationship, I’m talking about the … fuck-stupid and godawful parasites you see shmoozing up to anything that seems remotely stronger than them. You see them here and there, fundamentally broken people who don’t understand the concept of independent action and the value of self-worth.

I recently found myself in a debate with one of these people about the nature of their issue. What follows is portions of the debate that i had with them.

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One of the things I keep coming back to is Chauvinism and Misogyny versus Feminism and Misandry.

I can’t help it. As a student of Life, as an observer of Humanity, i can’t help but study this shit. Having some free time (though it’s at 1:27am, so I can’t call anyone) I did some thinking, some reading, and some serious sit downs with a couple friends and a few cigarettes. Well, maybe more than a few cigarettes. when the old brain starts churning, I tend to smoke and not taste it.

“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.

There’s no logic that can ever be derived from that crap.

A woman I spoke to about the “Feminist Message” that they put out to women told me quite clearly, that the message they’re sending isn’t so much “Let’s be equal with the males” it’s more along the lines of “Let’s employ psychological terrorism on our male counterparts. And to do that, we need to use those same techniques on our fellow women so that we’re all on the same page.”

Even Lifetime, the television station that bills itself as for women, frequently shows movies about insane, irrational women. Women who steal babies. Women who kill pregnant women, rip out their babies, and claim the infants as their own. Women who stalk their ex-husbands. Women who kill their ex-husbands and their ex-husbands’ new wives. Women who can’t have babies, go nuts and shoot elementary school students. Women who are depressed. Women who are depressed and suicidal. Women who are victims.

These are Empowered Women? Role Models? Before you go shitting your rhetoric, think long and hard about this: Sure there’s an opportunity to go out and find honest-to-god feminist ideologies that don’t stomp and trample on men’s rights, we’re far more inclined to prop our feet up and click on the boob tube, so whose message is getting out more?

Women like a good fight but only on their conditions, and those conditions are rarely expressed to their partners. Emotions eventually take over. The novelty of a tough girlfriend wears off. She either expects him to change his ways – her ultimate goal, even though the reformed abuser will bore her to tears — or he will pay the price. A whipped man is a man who garners no respect from his woman, but an aggressive man is a man who will awaken to find his bed engulfed in flames.

Men can’t win. Here’s a tube of AstroGlide. Use it, and save yourself the hassle of a relationship.

But men get off easy. They can go home at the end of the day, forget that real-life women exist, and jerk off into a sock to thoughts of acquiescent whores. I’m a woman, and the hypocrisy displayed by women affects my standing in the world. I can’t avoid them. I can’t ignore them.

Kinda sad when your own gender throws mind games about like this. I’ll touch more on this subject in a second.

Feminism now equates womanhood with motherhood. “Women’s issues” revolve around extended maternity leave and lactation rooms, expanded date rape laws and increased funding for abused women shelters. It’s not about women demonstrating that their skills and talent rival those of men. It’s about milking their victim status, while simultaneously claiming to be equals. Even feminists accept that there are differences between the genders.

I’m a guy, so these privileges they’re clamoring for mean diddly shit to me. If they want ‘em, fuck. I don’t care. as long as it doesn’t infringe on my work, wages, or daily life.

Feel. Nurture. Empathize. Care. Preserve. Yet, the majority of children who are abused or killed felt the sting of mommy’s hand and verbal taunts. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, a feminist will proudly proclaim. And it’s true. Men rarely become serial killers because their fathers abandoned them or beat them senseless. They usually become serial killers because Mommy dressed them as girls or made them lie in their urine-soaked sheets for hours as punishment. Statistics show this. An absent or abusive father might cause a man to become a thief or a one-off murderer, but it takes a mommy to make a man twisted.

Now here’s where we step back to that point where I mentioned we’d talk about mind games, psychological terrorism, and feminism. Women have been and always shall be, more social then men. They go to the bathroom in groups, trade sacred family recipes, breast feed children that aren’t theirs, and establish pecking orders. There was one study shown where girls in kindergarten immediately set up a hierarchy amongst themselves; including who was to be excluded. I remember reading where a handful of girls around the age of 4-7 walked into a restaurant and asked the waitress “Can you sit us away from her? We’re not talking to her right now.” and singled out another girl. Guys really don’t do shit like that. Hell, we’re not terribly social.

Women claim that they want equality, but they still want to be coddled. They pout and stomp their feet when their boyfriends take too long to buy a $5000 diamond ring, but they cry out that they “don’t need no man” when their boyfriends refuse to deal with an unexpected pregnancy. Is it any wonder that men don’t know what the fuck women are about? Contrary to what directors of women’s studies programs would have us believe, women are not tools of the patriarchy. Women are the patriarchy. Women are their own worst enemy. They place themselves in positions where they need an authoritative figure to rule them. Their inherent nature makes the patriarchy necessary. They want to join the Army. But they don’t want to be in combat. They want to join the police force. But they don’t want to meet the same standards as men. They want to go to college. But they don’t want it to be too hard. College standards have decreased over the years. At some institutions, a score of 82 is considered an “A-.” This coincides with women becoming the majority on college campuses. Coursework is dumbed up because administrators reason that women are too weak and inferior to grasp difficult material, and college women lap it up. Women have the benefit of attending college, but they also have the benefit of still being looked at as damsels in distress who need a little extra help.

At this point, I’mma remind y’all that the italicized parts (except where noted that come from ) come from a woman friend I talk with on occasion. She’s more inclined to point these things out to her male compatriots than she is to communicate with her feminist friends; there’re those that would simply say that “she’s just trying to get in on Guys good side” and you know what, I’d agree with you. Why not, when the current ‘feminist’ (read: misandric) movement is declaring an outright war against anything with a penis?

Women want it all, but they don’t want to take responsibility for any of it. They want a career. But it can’t be too challenging or harmful to their self-esteem. They want husbands. But they can’t be sensitive or abusive. They want to enter institutions that were previously reserved for men. But they want lower standards. They want kids. But they don’t want to have to care for them exclusively. They want to have sex. But they want the right to claim it was rape if the guys don’t call them in the morning. They want men who will care for their kids. But they won’t let the men care for their kids because they don’t do it properly, and they reserve the right to bitch that the men don’t do anything to help.

Come to think of it, women have no idea what they want.

My ever-intelligent son made mention of this:

male issues left unattended to by a society scrambling to shore up the problems of its majority. Check the fucking census. There are more women than men. This societally enforced sexism is that of a majority against a minority.

This calls to mind that there was a essay about… maybe five or six years back about how serious testicular and prostate cancer were, comparatively speaking versus Breast Cancer, and the fact that while for every one woman that loses a tit to cancer, six men fucking die from those cancers that receive no sponsorship, no commercials, no public education, and little in the way of government funding and awareness.

I’m a guy. I don’t particularly like or even care for ‘Feminists’. Well, unless by ‘Feminist’ you mean ‘extra feminine’, but I don’t think you really mean that. Personally, I’m chauvinistic. Not in the sense where I’m an arrogant in your face asshole, beating you down with my terrible testosterone-powered pants paladin of perpetual pleasure; (haha, think I’ll save that for my own Zimmer) but instead along the lines of clearly delineated roles. In my mind, girls are, well, girly, and guys are, well, guys. I don’t know whether or not it’s a bad thing or even if it’s a good thing, but that’s my own particular perspective. I don’t care if you’re fucking empowered, or if you’ve got a goddamn diamond clitoris. You’re a girl, stand over there and look pretty. Do ‘girl’ things. I don’t mean cook and clean and fucking watch the ballsweat from my fucking drawers, I can do all that shit myself, and have been doing it for the past fucking decade. I mean fucking be a girl. Also, please make with the worship of the Terrible and Mighty sofa-sized sweaty sexual swashbuckler. (fuck, I’m on a roll with the zimmer shit. :3)

My point is we as men and you as women both need to shut the fuck up and maybe take everything back to formula. provided we can operate without grudges

Women carry grudges in their very genes. It’s a genetic imperative to hold a grudge.

we can start to come together and get along. Yin and Yang; alike, but different.

Final words from the women’s side:

As long as men cater to the whims and destructive nature of women, men will continue to bury their rage and become the sissy-boys women don’t really want. If you wish to help the woman in your life, knock out her front teeth. She’ll thank you after you’ve served your time.

Frankly, when I think of religion, I think of the word restraint. You can’t do this. You can’t do that. You can’t see this, watch this, listen to that, and you certainly can’t do this on this day. Not to mention the endless contradictions, the reconstruction of powerful ideologies such as ‘ego’ and ‘dominance’ into some form of ‘bad word’ that must be pooh-poohed into a corner, and that only through suffering and submission can we achieve some form of lasting reward (that hasn’t even been proven it exists) AFTER we die.

Modern Religion, to me, is working mythology. The difference between our mythology, and say, Grecian mythology, is that they had stories about their gods, as they happened. “ahahaha, Zeus must be hurling lightning bolts!” and shit like that. we’ve got some five thousand year old fairy tale that says, “Stuff happened, and there were boobs.”

Judeo-christian ideologies effectively state that only through suffering and selflessness, willing subjugation to God and our Fellowman, servility and an abandonment of independent action are we able to achieve a lasting immortality.

But Wait There’s More! Act Now and you get your own set of Ginsu knives! There’s a “Get Out of Jail Free” card. Let me tell you about it. This criminal was on the cross when christ was up there . Common story, I’m sure you’ve heard it. He’s like, “Dude, You’re God. I believe you.” and Jesus is like, “Dude, seriously. I tell you this: You’re going to heaven.” The murderer dude is like, “Score! Blarg I are dead!” Did you catch the sekrit message? Check it out: Fuck up all you want. Kill jews by the millions, shit on your neighbor, fuck his wife, rape his dog, and drown his children in piss. willingly and intentionally participate in the exploitation of children. When you die, repent, and boom- straight shot into heaven, free of charge, “your sins are forgiven you”.

Contradictory, no? even if you live your life as sin free as you possibly can, some cock-choking shmuck will be able to get in anyway.

It’s funny.

I didn’t believe in God until a guy on TV told me to.
I didn’t believe a faceless, sexless, shapeless, and nameless (except for ‘God’) being loved me until a guy on TV told me so.
I didn’t know I led a sin-filled and wicked life… until some guy on TV told me so.
I didn’t know that God needed my love and generous charitable tax-deductible donations to keep this guy on the air… until the guy on TV told me so.

Frankly, dude, I dunno what you’re selling, But I’m not buying.

Today I saw an article on Muslims and the Middle East, and all this Jihad crap everyone goes on and on about, and seems to have been going on about, at length, for some time now. To be honest, I can’t think back and remember a time without hearing that there was some form of shit (usually religion based) going on in the Middle East. I span several decades, mind you. Think aobut hat for a second. That’s a long grudge. It doesn’t start after nearly thirty years, this bullshit they have against each other apparently goes back hundreds, maybe even a thousand years. Everyone’s mutually fracked off about each other, and for what? God? their Church?

It’s time I stepped up on my Soapbox.

As I understand it, to be Muslim is to have a Charge, a Commission. “Go out and find those that are not Muslim. If they are not Muslim, get them to become Muslim. If they refuse, kill them.” Well, in extremist cases. But we’re talking about those extremists, right? Let’s direct our attention to this faith.

I believe, that to some extent, religion is a comfortable blanket that you wrap yourself in before going to bed in an eternal grave. It’s like breeding: a bulwark against mortality. People are afraid to die. We want to know what will happen to us after we die.

Hold the fucking phone right the fuck there.

If Religion is supposed to be a comfortable thing, something to soothe our fears, something that helps us come to terms with our short lives and even shorter ambitions, calms and comforts us against some of the frustratingly obtuse and aggrivating things this mudball of a planet has to offer us, Shouldn’t it also keep us from wanting to kill each other and stir the hive? Instead of kicking over anthills, shouldn’t religion be a personal experience? It should be something that brings you peace in the long watches of the night; Something that makes you feel more at ease standing in the line at the grocery store; or something that helps you sleep in a long trans-atlantic flight.

Those radical followers of a defunct and malignant religion, they’re not happy. They’re not at peace. They’re not comfortable. These people, for whatever reason, are fucked in the head. You want my opinion? There you have it. If you have to be a prick and be unnecessarily violent because your God(s) told you so, I say that you’re a fucking fanatic and whatever it is that you believe in, it’s not anything that’ll bring you or anyone else peace.

I think every major religious trunk out there has been responsible for a variety of atrocities, violence, and theocratic hate against those it determines to be “heathen”, and I think that again, violence spawned from religious intent defuncts and destroys any religious credibility. In other words, it’s all bullshit. (:D)

I’m not here to tell you what you should believe. I’m not going to beat you down because you’re Christian, Jewish, Muslim, or fucking Revival in the Holy Field with Mother Mary jerking off the Sacred Donkey in Tijuana. What I am going to do is I’m going to tell you that if you really believe, if you really have faith in (whatever), you’re not gonna be a prick about it. You’re not going to feel compelled to beat me down for the sake of something that is essentially a valium against death. You’re going to die. Deal with it.

My faith? My beliefs? I have faith that we will inevitably evolve beyond the need for comfort foods, comfort religions, comfort blankets and comfort zones. I believe that we all will evolve beyond archaic fear-based ideologies and will explore the human condition and achieve our next level in thought and expression. I believe that as long as there is science and art, mathematics, poetry and music, Philosophy and sculpture, discussion and passion, logic, reason and constructive emotive expression, there will be fucking progress.

Nestor: Hanging out in Tijuana watching Holy Mary and the Divine Donkey~

An Allegory:

Democracy is a society of robots. The robots all know pretty much how they should be governed, since they’re all robots. However, since they’re robots, they’re not terribly bright, and when it comes time for election, they elect for themselves a ruler. Not a robot, but instead, an iguana.

That’s democracy. Thanks for playing.

So I was back in college when this happened.

This ‘pagan’ guy who was fairly and reasonably articulate gave me this book to read which was all about this neo-modernistic ‘future warrior’ crap, where it systematically called for the pacification of the modern man, that aggression was a negative and destructive art; passivity was the way, a ‘go along to get along’ attitude was so ingrained, I couldn’t help but be amazed as the words HERD MENTALITY seemed to scream from between the lines.

Where did anyone get the idea that an aggressive, proactive personality was a hotbed for negative (violent) and destructive frame of mind? After some careful thought and a little bit of research, I’ve found that the roots could very well stem from around the sixties/ seventies, right around the time of the Vietnam war. You see, when draft-dodging started up, there was a flurry of support from the female community; there were even bumper stickers that said, “Women say yes to men who say no.” meaning that if a man were to dodge the responsibility of serving God, his fellowman, and the Government, then he was deserving of sex. Now, back then, this defiance was practically sacriledge; the idea at the time was that a man who was well thought of in his community was a man that spent time in the service, served his country, and spread the glory of democracy to the god-fearing heathens around the world. back then, it was perfectly fine to use ethnic and racial slurs in reference to ‘the enemy’. An interesting use of the Almighty Vagina to control the (relatively) simple minds of the men who were just coming out of high school with no real idea of who or what they were.

So, this blind pacifism was spread through the male community; nay, not just a pacifism, but a embracing of the so-called ‘feminine side’ of men. It was suddenly required of us to cry. To feel things. To gaze at sunsets and make long, dolorous sighs at paintings we held no real reverence for.

Mankind has lost its face. How can you define someone as a man when there is no genuine male characteristics, when they have literally been drowned in the Estrogen of ignorance? The death of the male, testosterone charged, assertive, agressive attitude went with not a bang, but instead a whimper at a lovingly patterned drapery that matches well with the upholstery.

Now, I’m not saying that stereotypical visages are a thing to embrace. But I will give you some food for thought.

A college professor divided a room of men and women, and handed out long strips of red cloth. He told everyone to tie a cloth around a scar, an injury, the site of a broken bone. Every man had to request more than the initial five strips. a majority of men were almost swathed in red from head to toe. women, on the other hand, yes, they did have their uses of the red strips, but the thrust of the result was this: The men had substantially more red than the women. What makes men court injury, damage and accumulate scars more than women? Why are men more prone to damage than women?

A young porn starlet was interviewed, and she said, “I believe that the men are the backbone, and the women are supposed to support the backbone. And you don’t want your backbone breaking on you, do ya?”

I believe in traditional gender roles to a point. This ties strongly to my affinity for D/s, but it also encompasses more.

The face of Mankind should not be a beast, but instead a Warrior. A Warrior has a motive, a cause, a drive, and also an incentive. A Warrior truly has a sense of duty, of responsibility, and the strength to achieve every goal he sets. He knows when it’s time to take no for an answer, but he also knows when that simply won’t do, and to put his foot down and step up to challenge. He does not emphasize sensitivity or collapse through effeminate behavior nor does he adopt a blindly stoic attitude that precludes the expression of emotion, but instead works through his emotions as strengths, rather than debilitations.

Passivity is not a strength. Go along to get along is not a strength. effeminate simpering and abandonment of your male roots is not a strength. Dedication, confidence, resolve, guts, responsibility, drive, ambition and aggression are not things to shun or live in fear of. Rather they should once again be embraced and adopted back into the circle as they once did. Timothy Leary once said, “Think for yourself. Question Authority.” and you should not accept the movement to abolish the iconoclastic ideals that define us as men. That define us as individuals.

That sick, pathetic simpering, whining, crying part of you that lies awake at night, quaking in tremulous fear at the shadows, at life, at the unknown is not yours. It does not belong to you. That’s why it does not feel right, feel normal, feel healthy. It was put there by the movement to ‘go along to get along’. It was put there by the all-seeing, ever knowing Crowd. The blind indifference of conformity and self-debasement for the sake of societal gain. Ego is not a negative word. It has no negative connotations whatsoever.

God gave you feet so you could stand up. A wide flaring pelvis so you could stand upright, and vertebrae in the neck to hold your head high.

God also gave you the ability to cow your neck, to kneel down, to lower yourself, but not for self degradation; but instead so that you could help others stand for themselves.