FMJRA 2.0: Day Late And A Dollar Short, Salt Lake City Edition

A Georgia mom allegedly shot and killed her estranged daughter-in-law after her son accused his wife of having an affair with a high school sweetheart, court records showed.
Elizabeth Wall, 63, was charged with murder Thursday after she fatally shot 35-year-old Jenna Wall, a beloved Cobb County kindergarten teacher and mother of two, police said.
Investigators have not detailed a motive in the killing, but court recordsobtained by the Atlanta Journal Constitution showed Jenna Wall and her husband Jerrod Wall — Elizabeth Wall’s son — were in the midst of a messy break up and custody battle over their two sons, ages 7 and 8. Jerrod Wall filed for divorce in April, alleging his wife had cheated on him with her boyfriend from high school.

We must stop violence against women:

Christy Sheats, 42, shot and killed her two young daughters, Taylor, 22, and Madison Sheats, 17, on what neighbors said was their father’s birthday, according to local reports. A family spat started inside the married couple’s Houston-area home and spiraled into gun violence that spilled out onto their street.
“It was a family argument that turned into a shooting,” Fort Bend County Sheriff Troy Nehls told the Houston Chronicle. “But we’re still trying to put the pieces together.”
A witness said the sisters tried escaping with their father, but Taylor collapsed outside the home and Madison was shot in the back, KTRK-TV reported.

Somewhere, a Women’s Studies major is blaming this on the patriarchy.

Category: Crime

Feminists Win as Australian Man Pleads Guilty in Facebook Harassment Case

Posted on | June 25, 2016 | 25 Comments

Zane Alchin, 25, may go to prison for making rape jokes on Facebook. The Australian man pleaded guilty Monday to “using a carrier service to menace, harass, or cause offence” in a case that began with a hiphop lyric.

It started last August when a 23-year-old Sydney woman, Olivia Melville, signed up for the dating app Tinder and decided to use as her profile bio a line from a song by Drake: “Type of girl that will suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you.” This caught the attention of Chris Hall, a 25-year-old bartender who took a screenshot of Melville’s profile and posted it to his Facebook page with the remark: “Stay classy ladies. I’m surprised she’d still be hungry for lunch.” Then the trouble started.

Melville posted Hall’s comment to her own page and began to argue with him about it, with her friends joining in on her side, and Hall’s friends taking his side. It was a rather typical Internet kerfuffle about the issue of “slut-shaming,” until Hall’s friend Zane Alchin joined in. “You know the best thing about a feminist they don’t get any action so when you rape them it feels 100 times tighter,” was one of Alchin’s comments which, as offensive as it may be, could not legally be considered a threat, because it was a generic statement not directed toward any individual. However, to one of Melville’s friends, Paloma Brierley Newton, Alchin said, “I’d rape you if you were better looking but I wouldn’t f– you a nimbus,” whatever that’s supposed to mean. (Alchin claims he was drunk at the time.) Brierley Newton said in response: “If you keep threatening me with rape, I will go to the police. I have all of this screen shotted, you are currently breaking the law.” And evidently, she wasn’t kidding.

Zane Alchin’s abusive comments were the subject of a post in which Brierley Newtown seemed eager to appoint herself Facebook commissar:

I want to take a moment to talk about sexual violence and harassment. . . .
This kind of behaviour is what we call ‘normalisation of violence against women’ and it is really really scary and damaging, it is the reason that every day our mothers, our sisters and our friends are killed by men, and raped by men. . . .
I’ll also be taking these pictures to the police, be warned men, the internet is not longer your invisibility cloak. I am coming after you and I will not be stopped.

There you have it: Facebook causes rape and murder. The world was an edenic paradise until Mark Zuckerberg invented Facebook in 2004, and then violence against women was normalized because . . . harassment.

Can we talk about that word, “harassment”? Because in recent years, feminists have expanded the definition of “harassment” to the point it apparently means disagreeing with a feminist on the Internet.

In February, my popular @rsmccain Twitter account was suspended for “participating in targeted abuse,” although Twitter officials have refused to say (a) what this allegedly “abuse” included, (b) who was allegedly “targeted,” or (c) how I allegedly “participated” in this. The double standard is glaring. ISIS-supporting radical Muslims can have Twitter accounts, but if you support #GamerGate or call a feminist a “totalitarian,” the commissars will send you to the Twitter gulag.

The concept of “participating targeted abuse” is about collective guilt, where one person claims to be a victim (they were “targeted”) and then anyone who said mean things about them on Twitter (or retweeted other people’s negative comments) can be condemned as “participating,” without regard for whether any specific thing they said was otherwise in violation of Twitter policy. Alleged pedophile Nicholas Edward “Sarah” Nyberg has repeatedly succeed in getting his/“her” critics suspended from Twitter, where the “trust and safety” policies are used to protect certain people from factual criticism.

As the forces of Cultural Marxism increasingly expand the list of Things You Are Not Allowed to Say, they thereby incentivize the third-grade tattletale mentality: “You said a dirty word! I’m telling teacher!”

Every synonym for “promiscuous woman” — slut, tramp, harlot, etc. — is effectively banned from usage by politically correct standards, even when feminists are publicly boasting about their herpes infections.

“I am able to embrace my herpes positive status. . . .
“I have no shame in who I am. . . .
“I have sex, great sex. I write about sex. I talk openly about sex.”
— Emily Depasse, April 18, 2016

Feminists are attempting to impose a speech code that amounts to a commandment: “Thou shalt never criticize a woman for anything.”

Paloma Brierley Newton is a Shameless Slut — she’s selling T-shirts with that message to promote her group “Sexual Violence Won’t Be Silenced.” She is a graduate student who got her college degree in photography, but now “plans to complete a Masters of Humanitarian and Social Justice law,” which is actually a degree offered by the University of New South Wales in Sydney. Not only is Brierley Newton willing to advertise her own habitual promiscuity, but she encourages others to do likewise.

Some might say Paloma Brierly Newton has a “reprobate mind,” and is among those “filled with all unrighteousness, fornication . . . boasters, inventors of evil things . . . implacable, unmerciful.” This is the woman who declares “be warned men . . . I am coming after you and I will not be stopped.” And by reporting Zane Alchin to police, Paloma Brierly Newton has turned herself into a feminist celebrity in Australia.

All because Zane Alchin is an idiot who posted rude things on Facebook.

GUYS, DON’T EVER DO THIS!

No one would ever accuse me of playing “white knight” for feminists, nor am I volunteering for the Internet Civility Patrol, but young guys have got to learn to stop handing feminists easy victories like this. Chris Hall’s original Facebook post — with the screenshot of Olivia Melville’s Tinder profile and the sarcastic remark, “Stay classy ladies. I’m surprised she’d still be hungry for lunch” — was entirely appropriate, a simple point-and-laugh gesture. However, Zane Alchin had to prove himself to be The Reason We Can’t Have Nice Things, the guy who starts digging a hole with indefensibly crude remarks and, when his bad behavior causes problems, he decides to disregard Healey’s First Law of Holes and keep on digging. This is how you become Bill Schmalfeldt, basically.

Don’t be that guy whose obscenity-strewn semi-literate comments give feminists like Clementine Ford an excuse for a “rape culture” lecture:

This is what rape culture looks like. This is what cyber sexual violence looks like. This is what a f–king creep who needs to be reported to the police looks like.
The internet is a battleground for women. People need to be aware of exactly how bad it is, and protest it. This sh– is not funny. It’s not a light hearted joke. It’s not meaningless. Men, if you find it funny to joke about raping women you better be prepared for a lot of women to think you’re actually a rapist. Don’t cry foul about ‘feminazis’ when you’re the reason feminism is still so f–king necessary you disgusting, mouth breathing troglodytes.

You cannot fight feminism effectively by handing them fodder for their anti-male propaganda campaigns. Stop being stupid, guys.

Feminists being honest about who they really are: SHAMELESS SLUTS! https://t.co/JEti97n7G9 pic.twitter.com/2L0r1QW4oc

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) June 25, 2016

(Hat-tip: Kirby McCain on Twitter.)

Category: Sex Trouble

Army Bob Takes a Bride

Posted on | June 24, 2016 | 28 Comments

Earlier this year, my son Bob and his girlfriend came to visit us for Easter. Bob has been in the Army since 2013 and, while stationed at Fort Bragg, met a lovely girl named Johanna who is an art student (she does video animation). While they were visiting, Bob invited Johanna to hike up to Black Rock, a peak on South Mountain along the Appalachian Trial that has been a favorite destination since Bob and his twin brother Jim were about 10 years old. It was a special occasion when Bob and Johanna hiked up and reached the scenic overlook, where he gave her a gift . . .

Yes, that’s an engagement ring on her finger. Bob popped the question, Johanna said yes, and they set the wedding for June 25.

Repeat: June 25. As in Saturday — tomorrow. [Sunday — see update]

The brevity of their engagement can be explained by saying that (a) Johanna is a fine Christian girl from a fine Christian family, so that (b) premarital cohabitation would be unacceptable, and (c) did I mention that married soldiers get a subsidy for off-base housing? Thank you, America, for promoting family values to our troops in such a direct way.

Our soldier is due for promotion at the end of this month, which means the couple soon will be Sergeant and Mrs. McCain. This makes the third of our six children to get married. Our oldest daughter Kennedy married her high-school sweetheart in 2010, while Bob’s twin brother Jim and his wife already have two sons. It’s a good kind of sibling rivalry.

Jim and Bob at Jim’s wedding.

Bob and Jim, age 5.

They were so inseparable (and almost indistinguishable) as boys my wife and I just called them “the boys,” as in, “Where are the boys? What trouble did the boys get into today?” For the first six years of the twins’ lives, our kids were “Kennedy and the boys.” Then came two more brothers and a baby sister, but Bob and Jim as “the boys” were a phenomenal tag-team of mischief. There was both teamwork and rivalry between them, and so when Jim married a lovely girl and provided us with two wonderful grandsons, it was like, “Gotta step up your game, Bob.”

Well done, soldier. Now, it’s time for the Old Man to do his part — rattling the hell out of the tip jar. Mrs. McCain expects me to foot the bill for our trip to North Carolina, three nights in a hotel, etc., and so I’m dusting of the Shoe Leather Fund, and requesting reader support for this 740-mile round-trip expedition. About $600 should suffice, so if 120 readers gave $5 each, or 60 readers gave $10 each, or 30 readers gave $20 each, this would enable me to tell my wife, “See? This blogging thing is a real job. The readers actually do care.”

Believe it or not, after all these years and the many miles I traveled on the Shoe Leather Fund, sometimes my wife occasionally doubts the power of the Five Most Important Words in the English Language:

HIT THE FREAKING TIP JAR!

Thanks in advance. I’ll post wedding photos this weekend.

UPDATE 10:30 p.m.: Greetings from beautiful downtown Sanford, N.C.

About 20 minutes after we left home, my brother called to inform me that the wedding is Sunday, not Saturday, which goes to show you how out of the loop I am in terms of the planning operations.

Category: Family, Marriage, Shoe Leather Fund

The Failed Heterosexual

Posted on | June 24, 2016 | 48 Comments

“Difficult.”

That word came to mind today while I was reading a woman’s account of how, at age 30, she suddenly decided she’s a lesbian.

Before quoting any of her story, let me say that there is a phrase popularized by the pickup artist (PUA) community,”hit the wall.” This term describes the point in a single woman’s life when awareness of her declining sexual market value (SMV) causes her to realize that “riding the carousel” (casual sex and/or short-term relationships) is likely to yield diminishing returns, and she panics about her lack of marriage prospects:

When a woman asks “where have all the good men gone?”, she has hit the Wall.

Thus saith the manosphere.

Now, feminists can whine about “misogyny” and “double standards” all they want, but what they can’t do is change human nature. Nor can the PUAs, despite all their strategizing to beat the odds, because science!

Sex is about reproductive biology. Human beings are mammals, and any eighth-grader can figure out what that means in terms of sex.
Once you understand this scientific definition of sex, everything else is just details. Young people have to figure out how to attract potential partners, how to choose a good partner from among the prospective candidates, and how to negotiate a relationship that will lead toward lifelong monogamous pair-bonding — i.e., a successful marriage — because this is the ideal situation in which to raise children.

Being a Christian, I’m a “be fruitful and multiply” kind of guy. If it were up to me to tell people what to do — and if people would actually do what I told them to do — the typical 30-year-old woman would be married with three kids. However, people don’t pay me for advice and I’ve learned it’s a waste of time to give away good advice for free, so I’ll just point out that atheists are losing at their own game. If Darwinism is about survival of the fittest, where are all these big happy atheist families, huh? Why is it that Bible-thumping hillbillies (not to mention Islamic fundamentalists) produce so many more babies than secular humanists who mock the idea of a divine Creator? If a belief in evolution was so much more powerful than a belief in God, wouldn’t you expect adherents of Darwinism to have far more reproductive success than Christians? But the opposite is true.

This brings us to the 30-year-old woman whose response to “hitting the wall” seems to have been to decide she’s a lesbian. Her backstory:

I’ve always dated boys. Lots of them. At least, lots of first dates. A handful lasted a few months, but rarely, if ever, would they amount to lasting relationships.

Hmmm.

As I say, people don’t pay me for advice, but if a woman has had “lots of first dates,” but her relationships never last more than “a few months,” I would advise that she hit the panic button long before she nears 30. We understand that not everyone marries their high-school sweetheart, but if you reach age 21 and have never dated anyone longer than “a few months,” you may be headed toward the Darwinian dead end.

The “check engine” light is flashing on your dashboard, OK? Most people start dating in high school and, somewhere between age 16 and 19, form their first “serious” relationship. Maybe this adolescent romance doesn’t become Endless Love — cue the Diana Ross-Lionel Richie duet — but if you’re 21 and have never had a relationship that lasted at least a year, you have a problem, and that problem is you. The most common cause of this particular problem is failure to accurately assess your own attractiveness.

This is a typical problem for loser guys, the kind of dude who is below average, but doesn’t realize it. He’s seen too many Seth Rogen movies, in which Seth Rogen ends up with a hot chick, despite being Seth Rogen.

Hollywood is always making movies where the hapless schlub somehow manages to win the heart of a chick who’s way out of his league. The classic of this genre was When Harry Met Sally — a truly great comedy, but let’s be brutally honest: Guys who look like Billy Crystal do not end up with women who look like Meg Ryan, at least not often enough that you actually expect to see such a pairing in real life.

Women who look like Meg Ryan do not date mere mortals.

Nevertheless, clueless losers latch onto the foolish idea that they’ll hit the jackpot and woo a Meg Ryan lookalike and, as a result of this absurdly unrealistic delusion, guys get stuck permanently in Loserville.

Women sometimes make similar miscalculations, although for slightly different reasons. Every woman begins her dating career with one highly valuable commodity — youth. Whatever her other attributes may be, the 18-year-old girl always has the advantage of being 18. If she is even above-average in attractiveness (rating 6 on a scale of 10) the 18-year-old girl never has a shortage of dating opportunities, and if she rates as high as 8 or 9, guys are practically swarming her. It’s easy for any cute college girl to imagine her youthful popularity will last forever. Susan Patton’s famous 2013 letter to Princeton women — advising them to find a husband before they graduate — can be seen as a warning against this error.

Anyway, back to the 30-year-old lesbian:

I started to think something was wrong with me. Maybe I’m too picky?

(Yes, this is exactly your problem, but continue . . .)

Maybe I’m incapable of having a real long-term relationship? One where two people love each other unconditionally, want to spend all of their time together and are attracted to each other in every way possible (physically, emotionally, spiritually, sense of humor-ly, etc.).

(See? You expect too damned much. This Eternal Soulmate fantasy is as unrealistic as Seth Rogen scoring a hot chick, but continue . . .)

I knew I had a lot to offer someone, so what was the problem?
I was searching for the wrong person.
I come from a liberal family, have a great group of open-minded friends and I live in West Hollywood (one of the gay capitals of the world). So, why did it take me so long to figure out that the problem wasn’t that I was incapable of loving, or that I couldn’t find the right guy? . . .
When I turned 30 last June, I discovered that I wanted to be with a woman. Literally, on my birthday, I had a gay epiphany. . . . So many of my friends are gay, my sister is a lesbian, my uncle is gay, other members of my family are gay and it’s possible my dog is gay. I’ve always been surrounded by gay. It just never occurred to me that I might be gay, because gay just never felt right to me. . . .

OK, let’s pause here and ask ourselves: Does this story even make sense? At age 30, she “discovered” her lesbian self which she previously never suspected could exist while she was dating guys — lots of guys — and living in West Hollywood? Oh, her sister is a lesbian and her uncle is gay, but she had zero clue that homosexuality was an alternative? Maybe you’re buying that explanation, but my cynical hunch is that her 30th birthday “epiphany” was a result of her “hitting the wall,” recognizing that her SMV had declined to the point that her best days as a carousel-rider were gone. With no potential husbands on the horizon, she saw that she was doomed to a Crazy Cat Lady future and . . .

I fell in love with a woman, and I’m still in love with that woman. We are going to get married, have kids and do life together forever. I have no desire to be with a man, but I also have no desire to be with another woman. So, for me, it’s not about being gay or straight. It’s about being in love.

What. Ever.

Readers might have noticed I had not previously linked this column, because I didn’t want to spoil the surprise. The writer’s name is Jill Layton, and she’s a writer for a website called HelloGiggles “a positive online community for women.” And you can read the rest of that column if you want — or not, because that’s not the surprise.

Here you can see photos of Jill Layton’s 2015 wedding to Becky Hartman and, uh, guess which one’s Jill? (Hint: Not the cute one.)

This goes back to what I was saying about guys who end up in Loserville because they overrate their own attractiveness and imagine that they’ll meet a Meg Ryan lookalike, make a few clever jokes and — boom! — she will realize that he is The One She’s Been Dreaming Of. If any young man is indulging such fantasies, all I’ve got to say is, “What’s Plan B?”

Dreams are dreams, and real life is real life. Sure, there are ugly ducklings and late-bloomers and high-school losers who don’t hit their stride until a little later in life, but as a general rule, by the time a guy is 21, the best-looking girl he has ever dated is likely to be the best-looking girl he will ever date, period. That is to say, if a college senior expects the future to bring a major improvement in the general quality of his female companions, he’s apt to be disappointed. And if you have a problem getting or keeping a girlfriend, the problem is you.

Remember that Eternal Soulmate fantasy, where Jill Layton waxed poetic about a relationship “where two people love each other unconditionally, want to spend all of their time together and are attracted to each other in every way possible”? That’s the chick version of loser guys dreaming of a Meg Ryan lookalike. However intense the attraction between two people, however unconditional their love, real relationships require realistic expectations. It takes more than mere sentiment to hang in there during the hard times and, while people don’t pay me for advice, I would advise parents to warn their daughters against expecting real relationships to be the way romance is portrayed in novels, movies and TV shows.

Frankly, I’d bet $100 that Jill Layton’s lesbian marriage won’t last 10 years, and $20 says it doesn’t last five years. The recent gay-marriage boom will inevitably be followed by a gay-divorce boom, and the odds of a Layton-Hartman divorce are pretty good, because Jill Layton is difficult.

What do you think you would learn if you could survey all of Jill Layton’s ex-boyfriends? How do you think her relationships ended? Do you suppose any of her exes were brokenhearted, devastated by her departure? Or do you suppose they were glad to be rid of her? Do you think any of her ex-boyfriends would describe her as . . . difficult? Or some other synonym like selfish, demanding, erratic, irrational?

Men are called “sexist” when we point out that not all women are good women. Feminism is basically the belief that men are 100% to blame for everything wrong in the world because (a) all men are evil, and (b) all women are perfect. Therefore, no man can ever be permitted to express a negative opinion of any woman. Be that as it may, I know enough about women to recognize certain types, and Jill Layton is not a good type.

Heterosexuality is better off without her. She will not be missed.

Category: Sex Trouble

In The Mailbox: 06.23.16

Posted on | June 23, 2016 | 2 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho

OVER THE TRANSOM
Proof Positive: Any Resemblance To Real Democrats…
EBL: Democrat Stooges Stage A Silly Sit-In And Slumber Party
Twitchy: Escaped ISIS Sex Slave Drops Brutal One-Liner On Obama Administration

RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: SCOTUS Blocks Obama’s DAPA Illegal Alien Amnesty
American Thinker: AR-15 Speaks!
Da Tech Guy: The Real News From Mohammed Malik’s Story That You Might Have Missed
Don Surber: “Clinton Seems To Fancy Herself The Cher Of Politics”
Jammie Wearing Fools: Democrat During House Temper Tantrum Says “I Think The ISIS Issue, While Alarming, Is Basically Irrelevant”
Joe For America: Obama Administration To Release Hillary E-Mails…In 75 Years
JustOneMinute: On A Watchlist, Buying A Gun, And Then What?
Pamela Geller: Watch Muslim Mob Violence In Lawless Paris
Shark Tank: Patrick Murphy’s “Exaggerated”, “Misleading” Business And CPA Background
Shot In The Dark: Scenarios
The Jawa Report: FBI Moves Against Indianapolis Terrorist
The Lonely Conservative: Orlando Shooter’s Wife Still Missing
The Political Hat: Greatest Fear Of A Pregnant SJW? Having A White Baby
This Ain’t Hell: Shocker! NY Residents Not Registering Their Rifles
Weasel Zippers: AG Lynch To Muslims – “You Are Under Our Protection”
Megan McArdle: Republicans Have A Shot At Replacing Obamacare

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Category: Linkagery

The World Has Gone Mad

Posted on | June 23, 2016 | 18 Comments

The site Medium.com is an interesting platform, which I have not previously used, but this topic seemed appropriate for a first effort:

The rise of transgender mania — for which Bruce “Caitlin” Jenner is the celebrity poster boy/girl — can best be understood as a belated consequence of culture shifts that occurred 40 or 50 years ago, especially in the field of psychology. Whereas once heterosexuality was officially understood as normal, and homosexuality defined as deviant, this understanding was cast aside by the American Psychiatric Association in 1973. If there was no such thing as normal sexual behavior, then it was no longer possible to describe any sexual behavior as abnormal. Pandora’s Box had been opened, and the potential results of this were difficult to predict.
Parents who have more or less traditional expectations for our children find ourselves compelled to protect our children against a culture which increasingly condemns “normal” as a synonym for oppressive. Progressive intellectuals consider you a very bad parent if you expect your boys to be masculine and your girls to be feminine, and you are simply hateful if you expect your children to be heterosexual. . . .

Please read the whole thing at Medium.com.