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I will update the list as time permits.

Feminism

Feminist distortion of truth:

• Schwartz, H. S. (2003). Chapter 1: Scenes from a Holy Sexual War. The Revolt of the Primitive — An Inquiry into the Roots of Political Correctness. New Jersey: Transaction Publishers.

Education System

Discrimination against boys in schools:

• Cornwell, C. M., Mustard, D. B. & Van Parys, J. (2012). Non-cognitive Skills and the Gender Disparities in Test Scores and Teacher Assessments: Evidence from Primary School. Institute for the Study of Labor.
• Cornwell, C. M., Mustard, D. B. & Van Parys, J. (2011). Non-cognitive Skills and the Gender Disparities in Test Scores and Teacher Assessments: Evidence from Primary School. Institute for the Study of Labor. DP No. 5973.

Women's Studies textbooks are "Anti-Male" bibles:

• Stolba, C. (2002). Lying in a Room of One’s Own: How Women’s Studies Textbooks Miseducate Students. Independent Women's Forum.

Health Concerns

The dangerous drugging of boys:

• Stolzer, J. M. (2012). A Systematic Deconstruction of the “Disordered American Boy” Hypothesis. New Male Studies: An International Journal, 1, (3), pp. 77-95; 1839-7816.

Circumcision, male genital mutiliation:

• Geisheker, J .V. (2013) The Completely Unregulated Practice of Male Circumcision: Human Rights’ Abuse Enshrined in Law? New Male Studies: An International Journal, 2, (1), pp. 18-45; 1839-7816.
• Van Howe, R. S. (2013). Sexually Transmitted Infections and Male Circumcision: A Systematic Review and Meta-Analysis. ISRN Urology, 109846.
• Doctors Opposing Circumcision. (2008). International Human Rights Law and the Circumcision of Children. Special Report.
• Dalton, J. D. (2007). Male circumcision – see the harm to get a balanced picture. JMHG, 4, (3), pp. 312–317.

Domestic Violence

For full bibliography (currently work in progress!), go to Bibliography: Domestic Violence at Feministed.

Gender symmetry in domestic violence:

• Dutton, D. G. & White, K. R. (2013). Male Victims of Domestic Violence. New Male Studies: An International Journal, 2, (1), pp. 5-17; 1839-7816.
• Carney, M., Buttell, F. & Dutton, D. (2007). Women who perpetrate intimate partner violence: A review of the literature with recommendations for treatment. Aggression and Violent Behavior, 12, 108-115.
• Straus, M. A. (2006). Dominance and symmetry in partner violence by male and female university students in 32 nations. Children and Youth Services Review, 30, 252-275.

Feminist DV lies and the failure of DV programs:

• SAVE. (2012). Most Domestic Violence Educational Programs Lack Accuracy, Balance, and Truthfulness. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2011). Estimated National Expenditures For Domestic Violence Services and Programs. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2011). Are Abuse Shelters Helping the True Victims of Domestic Violence? Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2011). The Use and Abuse of Domestic Restraining Orders. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• Heleniak, D. N. (2010). Erring on the Side of Hidden Harm: The Granting of Domestic Violence Restraining Orders. Partner Abuse, Vol. 1, No. 2. Respecting Accuracy in Domestic Abuse Reporting.
• SAVE. (2010). Predominant Aggressor Policies: Leaving the Abuser Unaccountable? Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). How Effective are Domestic Violence Programs in Stopping Partner Abuse? Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). Incentives to Make False Allegations of Domestic Violence. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). How False Allegations Harm Families and Children. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). What is the Cost of False Allegations of Domestic Violence? Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). Domestic Violence Programs Discriminate Against Male Victims. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). Arrest Policies for Domestic Violence. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• SAVE. (2010). Accountability and Oversight of Federally-Funded Domestic Violence Programs: Analysis and Recommendations. Special Report. Stop Abuse and Violent Environments.
• RADAR. (2009). Fifty Domestic Violence Myths. Respecting Accuracy in Domestic Abuse Reporting.
• Straus, M. A. (2009). Current controversies and prevalence concerning female offenders of intimate partner violence: Why the overwhelming evidence of partner physical

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A few days ago, I witnessed a history class on Joan of Arc. Needless to say, it was worse than the kind of over-exaggerated bullshit you hear these days.

It isn't such a big deal, but I'm going to dismantle good ol' Joan anyway.

Unsurprisingly, a comparison between current popular textbooks and Wikipedia's version on Joan of Arc show that both contain the same nonsense:

Joan of Arc, nicknamed "The Maid of Orléans" is a folk heroine of France and a Roman Catholic saint. She was born a peasant girl in what is now eastern France. Claiming divine guidance, she led the French army to several important victories during the Hundred Years' War, which paved the way for the coronation of Charles VII of France. She was captured by the Burgundians, transferred to the English in exchange for money, put on trial by the pro-English Bishop of Beauvais Pierre Cauchon for charges of "insubordination and heterodoxy", and was burned at the stake for heresy when she was 19 years old...

Right away, note how she's considered a "folk heroine". This is because most of the stories of Joan of Arc are just that — stories. There is no consensus on her actual contribution to history, which leaves us with a lot of openings for attack.

I'm quite a jerk, so I'll pick the most common (and important) claim:

...she [Joan of Arc] led the French army to several important victories...

Of course, if one is to "lead" a war (especially in the medieval era), one must be adequately equipped and as we can see, it is claimed that she was commissioned a Knight's armour and equipment:

...Joan asked for permission to travel with the army and wear the equipment of a knight. She depended on donated items for her armor, horse, sword, banner, and other items utilized by her entourage.

However, in order to don a Knight's armour and ride into battle on a horse, one must be of good physical stature:

1. The full set of a Knight's armour weighs 40-50 pounds. This is without including the weight of accessories like the 10 pounds of the helmet, 5-10 pounds of the sword (depending on whether it's the one-handed or two-handed type) and 15-20 pounds of the shield ^[1].
2. Skeletal data from European medieval cemeteries show that the average man in the 15th century was about 5ft 8in tall ^[2]. However, this represents data from urban cemeteries — derived from the underfed and unhealthy part of the population — which means that most Knights were likely to be bigger than the average man. Following this reasoning, the average Knight's armour would be cast for someone who — at the very least — was 5ft 8in in height.
3. The average warhorse was 17 hands tall ^[2]. 1 hand is 4 inches, therefore 17x4 = 68 inches which gives us 5ft 8in. It'll take a considerable level of physical effort to mount a 5ft 8in horse while wearing 60 pounds of armour.

Joan, on the other hand, was a 17 year old girl. From the skeletal data, we know that European adult women at that time averaged 5ft 2in ^[2]. She was also a peasant, underfed and unhealthy; meaning that she was as close to the skeletal data as possible.

From this information alone, I can easily argue that she couldn't have donned 60 pounds of armour along with 10-20 pounds of equipment. The armour and equipment would have been as heavy as Joan herself. Furthermore, she'd find it difficult fitting into armour that was cast for someone significantly bigger than she was. She's definitely not mounting a horse with that kind of baggage.

Again, Joan was a peasant, underfed with no military training of any sort and a 17 year old girl; even if she was put through some sort of diminished military training, catapulted on to a horse with a custom-made armour set, the laws of physics and biology would still dictate her being too physically weak to engage in hand-to-hand combat (let alone come up with "combat tactics", as is sometimes claimed).

Putting it together, if she didn't make use of her equipment, it's extremely unlikely that she "led" any army to any victory of any kind. Joan would get torn to shreds in battle; she'd be disemboweled, dismembered and left to the vultures.

So, how did she become famous and what were her contributions (if at all)?

Claiming divine guidance, she lead...

...she experienced her first vision around 1424 at the age of 12 years, when she was out alone in a field and saw visions of figures she identified as Saint Michael, Saint Catherine, and Saint Margaret, who told her to drive out the English...

As we can see, she was a possible schizophrenic in a religious climate. "Claiming divine guidance" drew attention from people (which was a popularity technique in those times). A peasant girl running around proclaiming that she saw the vision of saints commanding her to drive the ...

Part 1 — Society's Darkest Secret will focus on female-perpetrated sexual abuse of children. This is the first part of a three-part series that will cover a meta-analysis of sexual and physical abuse.

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Please note that the information presented below draw from studies spanning several decades. The crime is severely under-reported and under-researched. See my remarks at the end of the post for a more descriptive overview.

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An overview of female pedophilia:

• (28-41%) of the victims of child sexual abuse reported female-perpetration with some self-report rates as high as (58-79%).
• (70-80%) of female pedophiles act completely alone and tend to abuse multiple children.
• (25-35%) of female pedophiles are sadistic, including sexual violence or ritualistic abuse.
• They tend to use objects to sexually abuse their victims.
• Female perpetrators were very likely to have the child engage in sexual behaviour with another adult, while they watched.
• They were also very likely to force children to watch them engage in sexual activity with other children.
• They were as likely to use violence as male offenders, including beating or burning the victim.
• (70%) of female pedophiles used extraneous violence against their victims.
• (20-35%) of female pedophiles used a weapon to threaten their victim.
• Most victims were biological relatives (60-70%).
• Followed by children under the watch of female caregivers and babysitters (25-35%).
• Followed by children abused by female teachers/staff in schools (15-20%).
• Sexual histories of religious women found nuns sexually abusing children.
• There is a high rate of sexual abuse by females in the backgrounds of rapists, sex offenders and sexually aggressive men (55-80%).

An overview of recognition barriers:

• Gender stereotypes of men as aggressors and women as nurturers have given rise to Red Herrings ("male coercion", "mental illness", etc) that universally mask female-perpetrated sexual abuse.
• Women are often in charge of children and their position of authority may be used to intimidate children into silence.
• Thus, it is not a coincidence that many female pedophiles have been found operating in private or enclosed spaces like daycare, nurseries, and schools.
• They show lower levels of guilt than male offenders and are less likely to admit their offenses (27% vs 49%).
• Female-perpetrated sexual abuse is extremely under-reported, with (80-90%) of their victims being met with disbelief and denial.
• Clinical attitudes begin with a gendered construct based on the widely stereotypes, resulting in professional bias.
• Clinical and judicial policies are derived from meaningless and inaccurate studies based on the arrest statistics for sex offenders by gender.
• Most child protection policies do not even acknowledge female pedophiles.
• As a result, the criminal justice system leans towards disbelief and the minimization of cases involving female offenders.
• Most female abusers are either not arrested, not prosecuted or not sentenced to jail time.
• When female offenders are caught, their sentencing is less than half of male abusers.
• Incarcerated female abusers are generally not required to seek sexual deviance treatment.
• Media representation of female offenders is sparse, minimized, inaccurate and ideologically driven.

My remarks:

Before the 1980s, only a handful of few studies addressed cases of female-perpetrated child abuse. From the 1990s onwards, researchers from all over the world have continuously found higher and higher rates of female perpetration. You will find all the studies mentioned below in my bibliography (linked at the beginning of the post).

(Cameron, et al, 1986) found 43% of the sample in their study were victims of female perpetrators.

In 1990, after the British charity Kidscape, hosted the first national conference on female sexual abuse. Their hotline program discovered that 90% of the victims had never reported their abuse to anyone (Elliot, 1990). (Kasl, 1990) in a survey of therapists in Minneapolis, up to 39% of the clients were molested by women.

(Kelley, et al, 1993) investigated sexual abuse of children in day care centers and found that female pedophiles often forced children into watching them rape other children.

BBC1 broadcasted the documentary, "The Ultimate Taboo: Child Sexual Abuse by Women", in 1994. The sheer cruelty and sadism of female child abusers portrayed was, at that time, beyond belief. This was followed by a second Kidscape survey (Elliot, 1994), showing how under-reported the crime was, with 86% of victims of being met with disbelief. That same year, Kidscape founder, Michelle Elliot, published her book, "Female Sexual Abuse of Children" and in an interview, she described how the conference on female sexual abuse was ...

These articles Here and Here highlight different modes of arguing. MRAs are modernists; feminists are postmodernists.

Here are some of the characteristics of each:

Modern discourse
• "personal detachment from the issues under discussion," the separation of participants' personal identities from subjects of inquiry and topics of debate;
• values on "confidence, originality, agonism, independence of thought, creativity, assertiveness, the mastery of one’s feelings, a thick skin and high tolerance for your own and others’ discomfort";
• suited to a heterotopic space like a university class, scholarly journal, or session of a learned society conference, a place apart much like a playing field for sports events, where competitors engage in ritual combat before returning with a handshake to the realm of friendly, personal interaction;
• illustrated by debate in the British House of Commons;
• epitomized by the debates a century ago between socialist G. B. Shaw and distributist G. K. Chesterton;
• playfulness is legitimate: one can play devil’s advocate, speak tongue in cheek, overstate and use hyperbole, the object being not to capture the truth in a single, balanced monologue, but to expose the strengths and weaknesses of various positions;
• "scathing satire and sharp criticism" are also legitimate;
• the best ideas are thought to emerge from mutual, merciless probing and attacking of arguments, with resultant exposure of blindspots in vision, cracks in theories, inconsistencies in logic;
• participants are forced again and again to return to the drawing board and produce better arguments;
• the truth is understood not to be located in any single voice, but to emerge from the conversation as a whole.

Postmodern discourse
• "persons and positions are ordinarily closely related," with little insistence on keeping personal identity separate from the questions or issues under discussion;
• "sensitivity, inclusivity, and inoffensiveness are key values";
• priority on "cooperation, collaboration, quietness, sedentariness, empathy, equality, non-competitiveness, conformity, a communal focus";
• "seems lacking in rationality and ideological challenge," in the eyes of proponents of modern discourse;
• tends to perceive the satire and criticism of modern discourse as "vicious and personal attack, driven by a hateful animus";
• is oriented to " the standard measures of grades, tests, and a closely defined curriculum";
• lacking "means by which to negotiate or accommodate such intractable differences within its mode of conversation," it will "typically resort to the most fiercely antagonistic, demonizing, and personal attacks upon the opposition";
• "will typically try, not to answer opponents with better arguments, but to silence them completely as ‘hateful’, ‘intolerant’, ‘bigoted’, ‘misogynistic’, ‘homophobic’, etc.";
• has a more feminine flavour, as opposed to the more masculine flavour of modern discourse;
• results in "stale monologues" and contexts that "seldom produce strong thought, but rather tend to become echo chambers."

TL;DR: Modern discourse is a method of evaluating the truth. Postmodern discourse is a method to enforce conformity in the in-group and to separate the in-group from the out-group.

"Here he comes. That 19 point whitetail I've been watching for the past two months.

The biggest buck in this region. There are two with a larger rack but not as many pounds of muscle. Some say the rack is what is important, others stand on how much meat can be obtained. I say that it is neither individually but rather both together. One is an indicator of dominance and the other demonstrates health.

As the selected deer enters into the "zone" - the region more often referred to as a "shooting lane" - my awareness heightens. I must remain calm, silent and steady; the bow is a weapon of skill. The smallest mistake will result in complete failure.

Yet it is difficult with all the excitement of the moment. I am finally getting what I have desired! It will finally be mine. I will show it to all those who will see and proclaim with a sense of manly pride, 'Look what I got.'"



I would first like to use a post by Vox Day as a pre-requirement to this: http://alphagameplan.blogspot.com/20...hierarchy.html. It gives foundational material that will be used as a logical reference.

The idea for this blog/article/post came from something I read by sunshinemary http://thewomanandthedragon.wordpres...-moral-agency/. It brings up the concept that a woman has no control over herself when "around a powerful, dominant masculine presence" could be true.

If it is true, there are two major social-shattering implications of this. These two are really just different sides of the same coin. One is http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bride_kidnapping that I will dub "bride-napping". The other is the emergence of the alpha to the alpha, what I will call the "hunter".

The hunter is the epitome of dominance, and, no matter how he captures her, she will always fall to his arrow. The hunter doesn't bother with wooing or game, he seeks out the girl he wants and then takes her, not with violent force, but dominating force. Bride-napping, then, becomes simply the most efficient method of acquiring his prey.


On the other side, she cannot excape because the logical reasoning centers of her brain have collapsed under raw dominance of the hunter. The attraction she will have for him will far outwiegh any "creep" value that will be given to him by those he has no interest in. The woman's attraction to him will depend solely one his desire for her.

Some of you have asked about my novels, so I am following the lead of "The Possible Human" and giving you a short story. It is a male positive, antifeminist vampire story set on the Texas border. Despite the title, it is in English, mostly, but it is not as grapjic as my erotic novel. Enjoy.

Canción de la Vampira

by

William Rand
randwrand.wordpress.com

Carmen wanted no more of eternity.

There came no presentiment, no abrupt change of heart, no undeniable advice. The realization simply and slowly crystallized within her during the third canto of her dance as she drew the short, tight black dress over her head and tossed it to Manuel. She knew she was the only one who could see clearly enough to know who it was this time. The nightclub was so dark that Carmen was sure the other dancer, Yamile, couldn’t tell to which of the waiters she had just thrown her panties. Except for Carlos, Carmen thought with a smile—he was so big as to leave no doubt, even in the dark. Her smile slipped as she thought again of her existence: all she had now was the dark, a life with no sunrises, no sunshine at all.

Carmen spun around the pole and cupped her bare breasts with a wicked grin for the audience. She could not watch a sunrise, but she could enjoy what she had. The music felt good. The eyes of the men on her felt good. The smell of the blood in their veins intoxicated her. Still, it wasn’t enough—not for eternity. But what of the alternative? Red, yellow, and blue lights flickered on the narrow, raised stage. Yamile, at the pole on the other side, teased them, lifting the negligee in flashes to show her bush. The song changed again, and Carmen strutted down the stage between the tables. She felt the bounce of her breasts, felt the solid taps of the boards beneath her high heels, heard the dance of the rain upon the roof and the heartbeats of the men around her; and it was no longer enough—not for eternity. But maybe an eternity dancing to the song of hot blood would be better than the other?

Of course, the Club Egypsias would not last for eternity; eventually los Mexicanos and los gringos alike would find someplace else to go, someplace new. Even Mexico might not last for eternity, pero ójala que sí. She could find someplace else, or something else, too. But it would have to be at night; daylight was deadly. Yamile saw Carmen walking the stage, and she started toward her.

At the center, the two women crossed sensually, nimbly in spike heels to the beat of the music and the swirl of the lights. Carmen watched Yamile caress the other pole and slip the negligee from her shoulders, and she felt a brief stab of jealousy at Yamile’s much larger breasts and narrower hips. Carmen knew from mucho experiencia that she would not get asked for a private dance while she shared the stage with Yamile. What did it matter? She only knew that it did.


But Carmen had begun dancing here because the feeding was easy on the men who
came, many alone and secretly. Some were gringos who could not be traced crossing the bridge into Mexico for a night of fun. Then why was she back tonight when she had already fed? And why was she thinking of draining the life blood from Yamile the next time she caught the woman alone on the street? What difference did jealousy over another women’s tits make when contemplating eternity?

Carmen pushed the thoughts from her mind and danced. At least my hair is longer than hers, Carmen thought, and I give the men more time. Carmen knew that the men came for their long hair and warm kindness as much as for the hotter sex. They could see naked girls dance in their own country. They could buy sex in their own country. They could marry in the United States too. But they came here to Mexico instead for dancing, for sex, for wives. They knew where to find the best women, Carmen thought. She spun, bringing her hair around in luxuriant black waves over her breasts, and she saw the men turn to her. Así es la vida, nada más. Just accept life as it is, the good and the bad. But she had decided to no longer accept eternity, not alone.


Feeding was intoxicating, ecstatic, erotic, and lonely. Her first one had come in alone soon after she had arrived, soon after dark. He was thin, with jeans and a pull-over shirt, but his blond hair and expensive leather tennis shoes told her that he had just come across the bridge. He sat in the back, away from the bar and the stage, and he watched the dancers as he sipped a beer. His glasses glinted in the reflection of the swirling lights, leaving his face in shadow. Her hunger drove her to him. After her first dance, she crossed to his table and touched him lightly on the shoulder. He looked up, his eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. A lock of thin yellow ...

Some of you have asked about my novels, so I am following the lead of "The Possible Human" and giving you a short story. It is a male positive, antifeminist vampire story set on the Texas border. Despite the title, it is in English, mostly, but it is not as grapjic as my erotic novel. Enjoy.

Canción de la Vampira

by

William Rand
randwrand.wordpress.com

Carmen wanted no more of eternity.

There came no presentiment, no abrupt change of heart, no undeniable advice. The realization simply and slowly crystallized within her during the third canto of her dance as she drew the short, tight black dress over her head and tossed it to Manuel. She knew she was the only one who could see clearly enough to know who it was this time. The nightclub was so dark that Carmen was sure the other dancer, Yamile, couldn’t tell to which of the waiters she had just thrown her panties. Except for Carlos, Carmen thought with a smile—he was so big as to leave no doubt, even in the dark. Her smile slipped as she thought again of her existence: all she had now was the dark, a life with no sunrises, no sunshine at all.

Carmen spun around the pole and cupped her bare breasts with a wicked grin for the audience. She could not watch a sunrise, but she could enjoy what she had. The music felt good. The eyes of the men on her felt good. The smell of the blood in their veins intoxicated her. Still, it wasn’t enough—not for eternity. But what of the alternative? Red, yellow, and blue lights flickered on the narrow, raised stage. Yamile, at the pole on the other side, teased them, lifting the negligee in flashes to show her bush. The song changed again, and Carmen strutted down the stage between the tables. She felt the bounce of her breasts, felt the solid taps of the boards beneath her high heels, heard the dance of the rain upon the roof and the heartbeats of the men around her; and it was no longer enough—not for eternity. But maybe an eternity dancing to the song of hot blood would be better than the other?

Of course, the Club Egypsias would not last for eternity; eventually los Mexicanos and los gringos alike would find someplace else to go, someplace new. Even Mexico might not last for eternity, pero ójala que sí. She could find someplace else, or something else, too. But it would have to be at night; daylight was deadly. Yamile saw Carmen walking the stage, and she started toward her.

At the center, the two women crossed sensually, nimbly in spike heels to the beat of the music and the swirl of the lights. Carmen watched Yamile caress the other pole and slip the negligee from her shoulders, and she felt a brief stab of jealousy at Yamile’s much larger breasts and narrower hips. Carmen knew from mucho experiencia that she would not get asked for a private dance while she shared the stage with Yamile. What did it matter? She only knew that it did.


But Carmen had begun dancing here because the feeding was easy on the men who
came, many alone and secretly. Some were gringos who could not be traced crossing the bridge into Mexico for a night of fun. Then why was she back tonight when she had already fed? And why was she thinking of draining the life blood from Yamile the next time she caught the woman alone on the street? What difference did jealousy over another women’s tits make when contemplating eternity?

Carmen pushed the thoughts from her mind and danced. At least my hair is longer than hers, Carmen thought, and I give the men more time. Carmen knew that the men came for their long hair and warm kindness as much as for the hotter sex. They could see naked girls dance in their own country. They could buy sex in their own country. They could marry in the United States too. But they came here to Mexico instead for dancing, for sex, for wives. They knew where to find the best women, Carmen thought. She spun, bringing her hair around in luxuriant black waves over her breasts, and she saw the men turn to her. Así es la vida, nada más. Just accept life as it is, the good and the bad. But she had decided to no longer accept eternity, not alone.


Feeding was intoxicating, ecstatic, erotic, and lonely. Her first one had come in alone soon after she had arrived, soon after dark. He was thin, with jeans and a pull-over shirt, but his blond hair and expensive leather tennis shoes told her that he had just come across the bridge. He sat in the back, away from the bar and the stage, and he watched the dancers as he sipped a beer. His glasses glinted in the reflection of the swirling lights, leaving his face in shadow. Her hunger drove her to him. After her first dance, she crossed to his table and touched him lightly on the shoulder. He looked up, his eyes hidden behind the glare of his glasses. A lock of thin yellow ...

This a collection of quotes and posts from comments sections to articles that have struck a chord with me.





We cannot mistake absolutism for principle, or substitute spectacle for politics, or treat name-calling as reasoned debate (Anon)

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Being a “victim” can be intoxicating to some.

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Facts don't bullying.

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A Man who doesn't want to be a parent to his child is called a Dead Beat Dad. A Woman is called Pro Choice.

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The core question of men's studies throughout America is "Why are men so awful?"

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History is full of atrocities carried out in the service of a moral agenda. Prof. Murray Straus.

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Engineering, Computer Science and Physics; a more accurate term than "male dominated" would be "female shunned".

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If your drinks are free, then you are one of the things the bar is selling

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There are few bigger threats to free speech and freedom than a dedicated liberal activist.

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We are culturally predisposed towards focusing on women.

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"Minister of Equality" - A concept Orwell would have been proud of.

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When words loose their meaning, people will loose their liberty. - Confucius

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A lie repeated often enough will become to be believed as true.

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A lie travels faster and further than the truth.

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Wallowing in self righteous anger is intellectually lazy and self indulgent.

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Inequality will exist as long as liberty exists. It unavoidably results from that very liberty itself.
(Alexander. Hamilton, 1787)

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Amanda Marcotte is one of the posterchildren for "if all you've got is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail."

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Feminism has failed the working class.

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"Let me never fall into the vulgar mistake of dreaming that I am persecuted whenever I am contradicted."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Feminism is a bourgeois movement that uses working class women to look after their children while they go off and fulfill themselves.

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Would you trust the White Nationalist Party if they declared it their goal to achieve equality for the races?

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What kind of ‘debate’ is it where, as soon as feminist clichés are uttered, the discourse becomes a monologue and they must be heard in respectful silence?

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Being led by a liberal elite, completely disconnected from the lives of the rest of us makes you realise how utterly illiberal, liberalism is.

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Man hating is a national sport.

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The ultimate deadbeat parent is a Mom who aborts her child because parenthood was inconvenient.

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Feminism is a partisan interest group that is prepared to harm boy's education or father's rights or whatever else if it suits their objectives.

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Language is important, people had get better as realizing that. Cultural Marxists specialize in creating, removing and redefining words. They attack the supply lines of the enemy.

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Phrases to die for:-
... hyperbolic and deceptive language.
....recreational crying.
....petty tyrants
... Astroturf ...

100 word short stories. I love writing them, they are a challenge. Here's a few:

Uncle Mort

No one spoke of him anymore. Hoagie could never figure out why his uncle had become the shame of the family. Uncle Mort was brilliant and funny, a bit odd in some ways but always an inventor.


Hoagie remembered the day his uncle gave him the notebook with detailed designs. “They're going to take me away Hoagie, they think I am insane.” Hoagie asked “Why Uncle Mort? You invent stuff that helps people alot.”


Uncle Mort smiled. “Yes Hoagie, I invent to help humanity. My truth field generators are active in Governments and Courthouses throughout the world.”


Prey


“He's too young, Papa! Don't let him see!” cried Miriam. “Woman, he's old enough!” Old Mark croaked. Jared strode into Agatha's cottage, bravado of youth burning and froze mid-stride, the odor hit him. He stared.


“Jared, we left Earth eons ago to escape the curse. Our lives grew longer because we outran it and hid. I'm over a million years old, many of us are.” Tears cascaded from Mark's green eyes, mourning his lifeless wife.


“See death, Jared. Understand it. The ancient hunter has found us. Go home and tell your Father, we fold out tonight.”



Young Stanley

Mementos packed, goodbyes said. Young Stanley Arthur prepared to leave. His parents were distraught, his sister weepy. That didn't matter now.


Selected from 4 billion candidates, Stanley's mind and DNA, he was the perfect match. He would be galaxy’s away, becoming father to new races.


Ympeti, ancestors to thousands of races were dying. Indescribably beautiful, Ympeti females needed Stanley's seed. His boundless intelligence and keen mind terrified his people. He had to leave.



Better to let him go than face ultimate peace he proposed, unification of the new and old.


Humanity had rejected a God. Young Stanley was going home.


Love?


“Love is a construct without proportion. Analyze it, categorize it and still come up short. It is the basis of hate, death, and mayhem. Poets write endlessly about it, musicians and singers sing about it.”


“Love is the bane of existence and keeps women from true equality, it keeps women oppressed. Women love men in the false pretense that men will love them back. Why should women place their well-being in a false notion that only brings pain?”


“I see we have a question. What is it Mr. James?”


“Professor Kenton, you are full of shit.”

A little over a year ago, I got together with my girlfriend who is in my life now. She is actually my fiancee. I proposed to her less then 24 hours after meeting her, and she thankfully said yes.


At the time I met my girlfriend, my life had been destroyed. I had been harmed and betrayed by anyone I ever cared about and loved in my life. At that time we began our relationship over a year ago, I was suffering from significant depression, apathy, and flat affect.


So, after I proposed to Carol, we continued to speak for hours every day. In February of this year, I moved near where she now lives. Since then, our relationship has progressed and deepened- well beyond anything I could of imagined. Somehow, she has mended the dark intrinsic state I had for years quite well, and thoroughly.


I make Carol laugh daily, and I clearly have the ability to love her with all of my heart and soul. Even though we speak every day often, I still hand write Carol a letter, and mail that to her house, once a week. Occasionally, Carol writes me back a handwritten letter. This is the latest letter I got from Carol. I'm very glad she allowed me in her life, and apparently, I'm doing as much good for her as she is doing for me:


Hey my love,


Can you believe I got a pen and paper and I'm actually writing you a letter? Surprise/surprise.


Today, I took my mom to run some errends. We stopped at a few grocery stores to buy stuff for the holidays. I helped her pick out a turkey. She said she hopes you like turkey, because it's a 14 pound bird. I am glad she invited you for Christmas day as well. She is not sure will join us for dinner then.


I can't believe we did not argue, my mother and I. Wonders never cease to amaze me, LOL. We got along very well. I helped her get what she needed. She even bought cat food for my pussies.


I talked to my daughter Julia's couselor, Mr. Bushman, today. Glad to know Julia isn't the only one having issues in school. I am happy to know that her teacher sees it and together her counselor and teacher are working together to remedy this situation. And this is public school? We talked a lot about Julia and he sees too that it isn't just her who is dealing with the mean girls at her school. He said great things about Julia, and how well of a student she is. That made me very happy. I am glad she goes to a school where teachers want to work with kids who have issues with other students.


I'm happy they added another day to your work schedule. I am hoping you can get 40 hours in this week. I need to go to Milwaukee to drop off paperwork for my background check with my new job. Maybe I can see you afterwards. That would be splendid.


I cannot wait for you to join us at David and Yvonne's house on black Friday. You will have a great time. I just know it. They like to eat, drink, and play various money games. One of the games cost only 75 cents to play, and it is called left, right, and center. What's nice is that anyone can play, so usually there is like 15 people playing at one time. So you have a chance of winning over 10 dollars in the pot. Cool, huh?


I don't say this much, but I sure hope you moving to Milwaukee turned out to be good for you. I know it too some time, but I think things are slowly but surely going in your direction. I just wish you could get more hours at work, but at least soon you may get your own housing. When you do, you must have a house warming party, and you must consummate your place. Hee hee!


Thank you again for being in my life, Dan. You would not believe how happy you have made me. I know I don't always show it, but you mean the world to me. I hope you stay with me FOREVER. But for now, I must pause until I can resume writing you once again. My turn today to pick up the kids from school. I love you very much Dan, and again, THANK YOU,


Carol


Typist Girl


THCWTFDS