This isn’t elegant, it’s not pretty, you don’t give it four stars because it’s got a beat and you can dance to it. It’s tasty, it’s cheap, and it doesn’t take too long to prepare. Got it? Good. Screw your brains back onto your neckpipes because here we go.

First off, Ingredients:

Linguine. You know what the fuck this is, go buy some.
Chicken breast tenderloins. You may not know what the fuck this is, so go to your goddamned store and look at labels with that retarded sheeps’ expression on your face until you find them.
Cream of Mushroom Soup. Okay, limpdicks, I’m not talking about the condensed add one can of water, I’m talking the real deal. If you don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about, get yourself a couple cans (that’s TWO, retards) of Progresso cream of mushroom soup. Om nom nom, bitches, yeah.

All right, now that you got your shit, let’s fucking cook.

Grab your cans o’ soup and dump em in a skillet. Rocket science, I know, but bear with me.

Dump your tenderloins in. Holy fuck, difficult as all hell. I have the utmost confidence in your skills though, so fucking do it. I choose a skillet because it’s easier to raise to a simmer and flip the chicken around in.
Simmer the chicken for an hour or so. Simmering is easy, and accomplishes three tasks: cooks the soup into the chicken, cooks the chicken, and boils off the excess moisture.

This gives you about 40 minutes to carve each letter of the alphabet into a cucumber, jam it up your ass, and then shit them out in fun phrases.

Cook your linguine. You DO know how to do that, right? Boom, we got cooked pasta. It takes about 12-20 minutes to cook linguine, so don’t get too absorbed in shitting cukes out your butt.

By now the soup has gone from a soup and turned itself into a sauce. God damn, this ain’t cooking, it’s SCIENCE. serve the pasta and hold the fucking phone, ladle the sauce and chicken over the goddamn pasta.

you’ve been learned.

Okay kids. Class is in session. Why did I suspect that pixie would change her entire outfit?

Let’s pretend you have a particular outfit. one part doesn’t match. What’s the logical conclusion?
1. find a replacement part, or make due without it.

Now, Let’s pretend you’re a woman, and repeat the same scenario:
1. CHANGE OUTFITS COMPLETELY.

The lesson learned? The most irrational and inexplicable conclusion is the most logical conclusion for a woman.

This has been a public service announcement.

Just kidding, I felt like being a chauvinist ass.

Clever heard his story
About different and the same
You crazy This some silly game
Oh no, no it ain’t Like Mommy said
You gotta straighten up my head
Clever is so clever
Is your cleverness enough
Can you help this aging rebel
Do you really have the stuff
Bet you don’t have
Bet the bread that you’ll pass the buck instead

Clever sends our hero
To a funny darken room
Where a crowd of Cunning listens
Giggles in the gloom
That’s your problem aging rebel
Don’t you really know the score
You crazy, you think you’re gonna change this silly world
Better see yourself a shrink
Cunningly they argue about our boy
Who’s breaking down the door

Now he’s running down the dark
Diabolical awaits
Grabs him by the ankle
Ain’t it just like fate
Diabolical laughs
In an alley full of soot
Forget the same
you’ll be different now
Somewhat shorter on one side
Let go
Oh no
Would you ___ diabolical inside
Panic in his brain pulls and gets away
Loses him a foot
It’s a dark and evil day

See him running, limping blood
Something soft is just ahead
Something soft is Gentle
He’s fallen at her side
She comforts him with kisses
He dreams of suicide
Gentle is so gentle
Grabs the trouble by its root
Bandages his stump
Cuts off his other foot

So you see, it seems to me, a gentle kind of cruelty
Aging Rebel’s older, a little wiser maybe too
Gentleness has fixed him
Does he look like me and you
Footless and fancy free
Think how happy Mom will be
Footless and fancy free
Think how happy Mom will be

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.

In conclusion, being spineless rules.

You know what? I’m going to post portions of a debate I had with someone.

Mr Insensitive (we’ll call him Nestor, for the sake of argument) likes things to go His Way. To any other person, his motivations might be completely incomprehensible, but for the most part, it really boils down to he likes things to go His Way. To that end, he pursues education, employment, and sociological interactions that all ultimately benefit no one else but him. When he meets someone else, his initial priority is to determine whether this person is a friend, an ally, someone who can ultimately assist him on his walk through life; or instead someone to (at best) ignore or (at worst) actively pursue complete and utter subjugation or physical/ psychological destruction. He’s not necessarily an evil or bad person, but his priority is to himself and his successes and adventures in life. Along the way he has friends, enemies, and whatever. Hi-jinks ensue.

Along the way he meets Mr Nice. (we’ll call him Spineless Bob for the sake of argument) Spineless Bob has gone through his life, effectively at the mercy of other people. for some reason, he feels that he needs to be completely selfless, to the point of ego-abdication. Because he has no central core of independent thought, no spine that can hold and support him, he has to mold himself to suit other people’s needs. Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity. A shapeless, sycophantic leech of a man. He’s a “good Guy” because he gives and gives and gives, but at the same time, there’s a growing resentment within him. Can’t anyone see the amount of effort it’s taken him to give to everyone else? Can’t anyone see/ acknowledge his suffering? The sacrifices he’s made to be what he things people expect of him? “Goddammit, people need to wake the fuck up and see how fucking awesome I really am! I’m like… Yes. I can authoritatively say, I am the New Messiah for the Twenty First Century. I care for these worthless shits, even if they don’t deserve it.” Now, rather than actually benefit himself or his fellow man, what he’s done at this point is he’s latched onto The Stick of Self-Righteousness and jammed it up his ass.

So now if anyone wants help from Stick-ass Bob, they’ve got to run a gauntlet of bitterness, resentment, self-loathing, and unresolved teenage angst. that Stick up his ass hurts, but at least people don’t fucking walk on him now, do they? Now he can afford to help them… but only if they can survive the gauntlet.

Suddenly, the two of them meet. Nestor, meet Stick-ass. Stick-ass, meet Nestor.

Nestor’s first priority: Ally or enemy? The guy’s emotionally unstable, socially retarded, and incapable of interacting with the opposite sex with any degree of success. This guy is a problem. Self-righteous and sycophantic at the same time, desperately hoping, not only for attention, but acceptance and adulation.

This person is a danger. Instead of being capable of assisting Nestor on his walk through life (that’s what friends do, they watch your back, make your days pleasant, and help you when you’re struggling) this person would instead hinder him. So he tells Stick-ass to fuck off in no uncertain terms. He wants to keep a buffer of distance between himself and this odoriferous human waste that’s seeped in.

Stickass hates and loves Nestor, because he sees Nestor’s independence, self-assuredness, self-confidence, competence, and individual clarity of thought, and feels that sinking feeling in his gut. He is simultaneously the best and worst thing he’s wanted in his own life. He loves those things in Nestor’s character, but hates them as well because, after all, he’s sacrificed so much for ther people, right? He’s far more deserving of Nestor’s success, girlfriends, money, and popularity than Nestor is, right? Wrong.

So, there they are, face to face, a button between them.

“This button will remove the selfish and ultimately useless people in this room. When I hit this button, the person that has caused the most unhappiness in the world will disappear without a trace. In fact, it’d be like he never existed in the first place.

So now I ask you. Who disappears?

To which he replied,

Molding himself to suit other people carries a burden, though. He has to cling to them to get a shape, to become a complementary piece. So he’ll wander through his life, clinging to people he feels can give him a shape, a definition of self. All the while he tells himself he’s helping them, while in fact he’s simply leeching off them for a sense of identity.

Okay, that’s selfish. But if someone’s form of selfishness is helping people, then that’s not a shabby display of selfishness, I’d say. I think Bob’d help far more people than Nestor ever would. Nestor basically uses people as tools, and doesn’t care about them very much. Bob does care about people, and unconsciously uses them as tools by helping as many people as he can. Nestor’s obviously showing a far larger display of selfishness here.

(This went on for a while)
My response:
You assume that selfish = bad. You assume wrong. When you go to school, you go so that you can get a diploma. No ‘ifs’, or ‘buts’ about it. After High School, there’s College. You don’t go for little 12 year old Billy, you go to get a degree. Not for Sisterfucking Jimbo down the hall from you, but you. You want the degree, you put in the time and effort, you buy the books, you sacrifice time, effort, money, friends, and Life Experiences so that you can get the degree and hang it up on your wall.

You get a job so that you can take care of your bills. So that you can buy food. So that you can pay your phone, your cable, your MMO, your fucking video game systems, and pay off the family down the street to keep from going to the police after you accidentally sleep with their 12 year old daughter.

None of these things is selfish. You’re putting forth effort to (at least) break even. The better career you get, the more you can afford to get ahead.

Lessee… Work, School, friends… Ah. Friends. You pick the people you hang out with, because you don’t want some cockshit fucktube stealing your shit, fucking your girlfriend, breaking into your house, your parents’ house, or anyone’s house, for that matter. You say, “This person and I get along. I’m going to make an investment into interacting with this person above others because we have like-minded interests and I don’t with say, Jimbo Sisterfucker down the hall from me.”

Still not being selfish.

Sycophantic behavior is incredibly selfish, because it does not reward anyone but the person exhibiting said behavior. Clinging to people to form a shape, to define ones’ self, is only beneficial to the one being molded, not the one he is molding to. in addition, it burdens everyone around the person that has been adhered to, as they no longer have any capability for independent action, seeing as there’s a very large, yet shapeless mass entangling them, restricting their ability to move.

So we can derive the following values from said example: Heavy, incapacitating things drag down the individual. This incapacitation can inconvenience other people who also have a certain reliance upon that person. So the one being adhered to cannot function in society (work, home, out with friends, etc) as well as they should be capable of, simply because they’ve got something preventing them. I.E. Spineless Bob. Therefore, in conclusion, a self-sufficient and determined individual will never equate the same level of societal damage that a sycophantic, needy, and spineless dependent like Bob causes.

It went on and on, until this guy popped out with,

If someone is doing a mean thing, but they THINK they’re doing a nice thing, does that make them a mean person? No, just misguided.

To which I responded with this quote from Chris Blake:

I’m holding in my hand a 1976 press kit containing newspaper clippings, photos, and testimonials from a remarkable church, one of the largest Protestant churches in the United States. This Interracial urban church carried on an extensive ministry of impressive humanitarian aid. It had already rehabilitated more than two hundred people from drug habits, and financed the education of more than a hundred students in medicine, law, teaching, and other human service fields, and many students lived in dormitories provided by the church. Moreover, the church provided care in its own facilities for senior citizens, medical convalescents, orphans, and disabled children. Several clippings included testimonials from the president of the National Newspaper Publishers Association, Congressional Record, San Fransisco Chronicle, Washington Post and a former CBS-TV affiliate News Bureau Chief, who after working on a Documentary on the church had been so touched by the “magnificent example” of the pastor in working to “stand courageously against all forms of injustice, to relieve human suffering of every kind, and to establish brotherhood among peoples of wide-ranging backgrounds” that the bureau chief had quit his job at CBS to work full time for the church. Never have I seen such a more impressive church press kit. (To be fair, not many churches have a press kit.)

The pastor was a member of a 1.4 million member Christian denomination, and by 1976 had been pastoring twenty five years. He had also served as a public school teacher and for two full years as a foreign missionary, establishing programs for orphans. More recently he had begun a foreign agricultural mission on thousands of acres to produce food for distribution to critical hunger regions. He had recieved numerous awards, including one from the Los Angeles Herald for “Humanitarian of the Year”. In 1976 he was appointed chair of the San Fransisco Housing Authority. With his wife, he had adopted at least nine impoverished children of different racial backgrounds. They lived next to one of the churches large animal refuge centers, where they took in and cared for sick and abandoned animals.

You’ve probably head of the People’s Temple Christian Church. Rev Jim Jones, Pastor.

As an addendum, I added,

Don’t give me shallow, dogmatic crap about how those people who do evil with the best of intentions aren’t ‘mean’. Even the most sinister of people have the ‘best intentions’ at heart, and that’s what makes it so sad- there IS no true good or evil, only snotnosed peckerwoods like yourself who believe something is ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ based on some cobbled together dogma stemming from badly interpreted scripture and Disney. I’ve read published journals of oven operators in Auschwitz who actually felt that they were benefiting the whole world with the ritual and systematic extermination of the jews in Germany. Seriously dude. You’ve (still) got no relevant high ground to stand on.

You’d think that in the face of my debate he’d cave like a house of cards, but this debate spanned months, leading to it’s dramatic conclusion:

And the cream of the crop is that Nestor idiot. Check this out. He’s stated that nothing gives him more pleasure than hurting other people. HE’S A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH. This guy is screwed in the head. He is evil – literally evil. You hear that word said a lot for funny or dramatic reasons, but I am dead fucking serious here. Nestor is evil and does not dreserve to draw breath. Just start asking him questions about morality and whatnot, you’ll see how deep the rabbit hole goes. He’s not just a poster whose funny gimmick is to act like he’s an asshole, this guy truly is one mentally fucked-up psycho.

In conclusion, I like to debate, I’m a A SICK SADISTIC PSYCHOPATH, and being spineless rules.

I like this sentiment, because it also describes the selfsame contradictions in religion. See, God is “good”. We don’t know that he is “Good” until there’s something “Bad” to compare him against. Therefore “God’s” righteousness is merely capitalizing on the human need for dichotomy and the intentional creation of an agent that would act as his negative number thus providing the choice.

To break it down simply, You want shoes to protect your feet. This also means you want to walk where your feet would otherwise be damaged without the protection afforded by those shoes.

To wish to be a hero is to wish for a villian to oppose you.

While we’re on the subject of Nasu, Heaven’s Feel is very near completion. And aassuming there isn’t a SSSSSSHHHHITSTOOOOOORM!!! around the deployment (in before the capabilities of the installer) I’ll be able to play through Sakura’s route by September.

UNG

1 medium zucchini, diced
1 red or yellow bell pepper, seeded and diced
1 large onion, thinly sliced
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, divided
Salt
Pepper
2 large tomatoes, chopped
1/4 cup chopped fresh basil
2 cloves garlic, minced
12 ounces angel hair pasta
1/2 cup crumbled gorgonzola cheese

Preheat oven to 450°F. Put a large pot of lightly salted water on to boil. Toss zucchini, bell pepper and onion with 1 tablespoon oil in a large roasting pan or a large baking sheet with sides. Season with salt and pepper. Roast the vegetables, stirring every 5 minutes, until tender and browned, about 10 to 20 minutes. Meanwhile, combine tomatoes, basil, garlic and the remaining 1 tablespoon oil in a large bowl. Season with salt and pepper. Cook pasta until just tender, 8 to 10 minutes. Drain and transfer to the bowl with th with gorgonzola cheese on top.

OR ALTERNATIVELY

‘Wash’ (if you know how) the roasting vegetables with a dry chardonnay for a more dramatic flavor. Go with a small nonstick skillet instead of an oven roast and if you’re comfortable with higher temperatures roast them that way; keeping the veggies always moving. add in a quarter-cup of chardonnay and let it burn off, still keeping everything moving. Once the wine’s burned off, you’re done.

HOW-TO:

First off, master the Tip/ Toss/ Flip. Get an egg pan and … An egg pan is a small skillet, about a foot across with a shallow, curved lip. Master the art of flipping an egg on the pan without using the spatula and only holding on to the handle. It’s all in the wrist. Now that you’ve mastered this technique…

Coat the pan with extra virgin olive oil. toss your veggies in and start flipping. Cook over very high heat. Add seasonings. Keep flipping, keep everything moving. Add the quarter cup chardonnay and KEEP FLIPPING. If you do it right, there will be FIRE AND LOTS OF IT. Do not fear the fire, KEEP FLIPPING. As mentioned earlier, let the chardonnay burn off. Add to pasta, bitches.

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.

I love to drink beer. It’s so tasty. Not a fan of the pilsners, but ale, amber, stout, and a couple lagers (though IIRC, pilsners fall under the lager category) are always fucking tasty.

When you drink a beer, think fondly of me~

Also, if you hate beer, you’re stupid, your parents were stupid, and your children will be stupid.