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Sometimes I’ll write about a feminist and a commenter will remark what happy news it is that this hateful creature will not reproduce. Alas, as a parent and a Christian, I feel tremendous sadness at such outcomes, for I know that every time some foolish young woman climbs aboard the express train to Crazy Cat Lady Land, she deprives her parents of the hope of grandchildren, and subtracts herself from the genetic future.

“I don’t particularly like babies. They are loud and smelly and, above all other things, demanding . . . time-sucking monsters with their constant neediness. . . . Nothing will make me want a baby. . . . This is why, if my birth control fails, I am totally having an abortion.”
— Amanda Marcotte, March 2014

What a profound irony that these atheistic women, believing Darwinism has proven that God does not exist — which the fool hath said in his heart — have consigned themselves to extinction in the name of Science.

They are free to curse God and die, and let us pray that their hateful doctrines perish with them. Yet this is tragic, and also unnecessary, if only parents were wise enough to study how this evil idea has flourished in our time, and thoughtfully guarded against this latter-day gnosticism. (When theologian Peter Jones wrote, “Gnosticism and feminism are a match made in heaven,” he was only half-right — this “match” was made in Hell.)

Bad ideas have a persistent appeal to the minds of fools, and so we must never be surprised to see old heresies strutting around in new clothes. Young adherents of obsolete errors call themselves “progressive” while insisting that those who stubbornly cling to eternal truth are behind the times. We watch them parade past us, chanting their slogans (“Social Justice!” “He for She!” “Black Lives Matter!”), a Grand Army of Fools marching in lockstep along a road Paved With Good Intentions, the proverbial destination of which they seem not to suspect. They call us ignorant for refusing to join them, but in fact we have far more knowledge than do the fools in the “progressive” parade.

“One sometimes gets the impression that the
mere words ‘Socialism’ and ‘Communism’ draw towards
them with magnetic force every fruit-juice drinker, nudist,
sandal-wearer, sex-maniac, Quaker, ‘Nature Cure’ quack,
pacifist, and feminist in England.”

George Orwell wrote that in 1937, but within 30 years, the same predictable phenomenon was apparent in the “hippie” movement, and now we see it all over again with “social justice” — cranks, crackpots and assorted kooks of every kind, too ignorant of history to realize that their basic type was a ridiculous cliché long before they were ever born.

Ordinary life is too ordinary for the bohemian dreamer with intellectual aspirations who longs to be part of History with a capital “H.” They are suckers for whatever seems avant-garde among the more sophisticated of their peers. Back when I was in high school, it was Carlos Castaneda (whom I never read) or Rick Wakeman (whom no one listens to now), and Earth Shoes and hip-hugger bell-bottom jeans, etc. Far out, man.

All that funky Keep On Truckin’ vibe circa 1975 is as passé as 8-track tapes and as dead as Gerald Ford, but it was cool then. What’s cool with sophisticated youth now is Third Wave feminist theory — the social construction of the gender binary within the heterosexual matrix:

To translate this to plain English, if you are a normal (feminine) woman who feels normal (heterosexual) attraction toward normal (masculine) men, this means that you have been brainwashed by society into accepting your own oppression under the system of male supremacy. Feminists believe that heterosexuality isimposed on women by the patriarchy — women are “coerced into heterosexuality,” as Professor Marilyn Frye explained — and feminine behavior is simply the performance of inferiority. Gender “glamorizes the subordinate status of females” and creates an artificial appearance of male-female difference in order “to clearly mark the subordinate class [i.e., females] from the privileged class [i.e., males].”
Thus, there are no natural differences between male and female, according to feminist theory, only the oppressive hierarchy of “gender” by which society enforces male supremacy.

Whereas once “queer” was an insult hurled by rednecks looking for a fight, now we have Mimi Marinucci proclaiming Feminism Is Queer, and who am I to disagree? She’s a professor of Women’s and Gender Studies with a Ph.D. from Temple University, and I’m just a guy with a blog.

Gender-neutral and gender-inclusive language . . . is inadvertently but inevitably exclusionary. What interferes with neutrality is the priority implicitly granted to heterosexual men. . . . Whether the division is between male and female, feminine and masculine, women and men, lesbian women and gay men, or whatever, is largely irrelevant. It is irrelevant because the binary system of gender, sex, and sexuality is not just an unrelated sex of categories, some involving biological sex and others involving learned behaviours and social or sexual roles. Rather, it is a holistic framework that regards gender, sex, and sexuality as expressions of a basic division of the human world into two distinct natural kinds.

Does that excerpt from Profesor Marinucci’s book (p. 75, a random selection) confuse you? Yeah, we could parse it out, read it carefully two or three times and derive some sense of her meaning, but why? Exactly what do we need to know that Professor Marinucci has to tell us? Not much. Insofar as we are normal human beings interested in sex as a matter of biology — we are mammals, OK? — it is not nearly as complicated as Professor Marinucci would have her readers believe. Heck, I figured all this out by the time I was in eighth grade and never once dreamed of using the phrase “holistic framework” to describe it. What did I dream of in eighth grade? Well, she played oboe in the band and I played trombone, but that’s not really relevant, is it?

No, what I want to write about is Feminist Tumblr, that swirling vortex of estrogen-induced Internet madness where Friday I found this:

Okay but… I’m surrounded by f–kboys?? Like ALL the time. Even the moderately decent ones are 100% f–kboys. WHY?? WHY?
I got the skeeziest once over from one of the new f–kboys and then one of the other ones that I’ve been having issues with BECAUSE HE SUCKS AT HIS F–KING JOB BUT THINKS HE’S HOT SH*T SO REFUSES TO DO BETTER decided to try flirting with me and then say “Well, you know, I only date people I work with” and I rolled my eyes so f–king hard holy shit and actually said “Yeah, well, I literally have no interest in dating anyone so” to which THE ENTIRE TEAM OF F–KBOYS RESPONDED THAT THEY DOUBT THAT because obviously their personalities and their d–ks are so f–king magical that I MUST want them, righT????????? so then I just “Sweetheart, trust me, if it was a lie I wouldn’t be wearing a shirt that literally says it” (wearing my “Asexual pirate isn’t interested in your booty” shirt today) AND THEY STILL WEREN’T STOPPING AND OMG THEY’RE SO SELF IMPORTANT LIKE WHY???
Mostly it just wasn’t that bad because they’re all children to me, regardless of age and how mature they think they are. So lots of eye rolls. A few of them aren’t 100% awful (1 is actually kinda chill) but yeah, no. Still f–kboys.

Wow. What a fun person to work with. This charming discourse intrigued me, so I was eager to learn more about Ms. Angry Asexual:

Panromantic asexual//demi-romantic asexual (because I rarely experience romantic attraction but when I do gender’s not a factor).
I’m 22, and I didn’t know that I was asexual until I was almost 21 years old . . .
Until then, I dated and generally did a LOT of things I didn’t really care for/want to do because I was expected to do them and whenever I expressed that I didn’t care for them people told me I was broken and there was something wrong with me . . .

(What? They said “there was something wrong with” you? Why would anyone think there was something wrong with a demi-romantic asexual? Gosh, ma’am, this is completely mystifying to me.)

Pretty much when I figured out and accepted I was ace I figured I was most likely panromantic because if sex doesn’t apply, why should gender? And I was proven right which was mostly cool because the butterflies and excitement of actually liking someone romantically is super interesting and cool to me. I’m still basically refusing to actually attempt to date anyone or even think about it because I don’t trust allosexual people not to try to manipulate me or resent me (BECAUSE IT HAPPENS EVERY F–KING TIME BECAUSE OUR CULTURE MAKES US THINK THAT IF YOU DON’T F–K SOMEONE YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT THEM WHICH IS SUCH BULLSH*T, OKAY??!!?! ALSO THAT PEOPLE ARE OWED SEX WHICH IS LIKE, WOW, NO F–K OFF) so even if I end up liking someone irl (which hasn’t happened yet but that’s probably a good thing) it probably will not be a good idea for me. Hooray. Anyway, I’m cool with it, I’m a very goal-oriented person and I have a super awesome best friend and really cool friends through here and FRIENDSHIP IS F–KING AWESOME. So. Uh. Yeah.

You can read lots more about her asexuality at her blog, just in case you haven’t been getting enough existential despair lately.

Tumblr Feminist Is Asexual, and
I'm Sure Everyone Is Happy About This.
https://t.co/VPiVMiAzLw
#FeminismIsCancer pic.twitter.com/KM6gAOpJV7

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

Cruel sarcasm may not be the most enlightened way to react to this, but what else can we do? Life was a lot more fun back in 1975 even if all we had was 8-track tapes and Earth Shoes. Were there angry asexuals in 1975? Probably, but there was no Tumblr to tell them they were “asexual” or “panromantic” and the rest of us just avoided weirdos like that.

I always think of Glenn Reynolds’s phrase “Broken People” — he was talking about Kate Millett — when I encounter this kind of RAVING IN ALL CAPS WITH LOTS OF FOUR-LETTER WORDS feminist rage.

You don’t need an advanced theory or a Ph.D. from Temple University to explain everything that’s wrong in the world. Some people are just weirdos, and maybe a visit to an endocrinologist — a thyroid problem? some sort of vitamin deficiency? — could help them, or maybe not.

There are plenty of passengers on the express train to Crazy Cat Lady Land nowadays, and nobody in the scientific community seems interested in researching this phenomenon. Why? Because feminists blame it all on the heteronormative patriarchy, and if you doubt their explanation, they’ll start SHOUTING IN CAPITAL LETTERS ABOUT WHAT AN OPPRESSIVE MISOGYNIST F–KBOY YOU ARE.

Feminism is mental illness disguised as a political movement.

If a feminist's social media is an incessant monologue of anti-male rhetoric? She's the problem. pic.twitter.com/4jNgdKltDC

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 17, 2016

As Friedman might say, you are free to choose. https://t.co/ztNCVoanBR @FriedrichHayek @instapundit @deanesmay pic.twitter.com/BkifbT1oW6

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

Category: Sex Trouble

You Are Your Own Problem

Posted on | March 18, 2016 | 28 Comments

To follow up on the Tumblr feminist whose examination of OKCupid caused her to “reach the unfortunate conclusion that almost every man in this world is completely intellectually and spiritually void,” let me reiterate this: People are responsible for their relationships.

We do not live in a medieval society where the scions of dynasties are forced to marry the heiresses of other dynasties in order to advance their families’ political and economic interests. Given the wreck and ruin so many young people make of their romantic lives, perhaps a return to arranged marriages wouldn’t be such a bad idea, but as it is, everyone in America 18 or older is entirely free to choose their own partners — or get on feminist Tumblr and become a crazy cat lady.

Feminist Tumblr? https://t.co/lCayAu5w6A

You're gonna need one of these. #FeminismIsCancer pic.twitter.com/lVLlTNcZ6K

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

Freedom and responsibility are inseparable, but our culture today does not teach young people what responsibility means. Between the influence of media, careless parenting, and the government-run education system, America is producing a generation of irresponsible narcissists who think they are being oppressed if anyone criticizes their selfish hedonism. Therefore, permit me to quote a great poet:

Try to get yourself a bargain son.
Don’t be sold on the very first one.
Pretty girls come a dime a dozen,
Try to find one who’s gonna give you true lovin’.
Before you take a girl and say I do, now,
Make sure she’s in love with you now.
My mama told me, “You better shop around.”

Thus spake Smokey Robinson, the poet laureate of soul, and this timeless wisdom must be passed along to future generations. Last year, the leading Men’s Rights Activist (MRA) Paul Elam acknowledged the fact that “many personality disordered women have especially honed skills at ‘fooling’ their target into thinking they are something they are not”:

They have refined expertise in figuring out what makes you tick and indeed an uncanny ability to project precisely what they know you want to see and hear.
They are the master of the Love Bomb and will pile on adulation and admiration from the earliest moments in the relationship, almost smothering you in unconditional approval. . . .
With some rare exceptions, men can screen out high-conflict, high-maintenance, high-frustration and high-danger women with a relatively small amount of consciousness and the willingness to accept responsibility for their own choices.
For some men that means taking a rather bitter dose of medicine in the form of the truth.

You can read the whole thing. What is important — whether you are male or female — is that young people learn to accept their own shortcomings and failures, and thus avoid the psychological trap of rationalization and scapegoating. A genuinely wise young person, I would argue, should recognize not only the timeless truths of Motown, but also of Christianity. The Golden Rule is a sound moral precept, and one of the greatest truths you can ever learn is this: “There is a way which seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” (Hint: Charlie Sheen.)

A young man who imagines he can go out “playing the field” and leave a string of broken hearts behind him without consequence is a fool. Sooner or later, his luck will run out, and when the Million-Pound Sh*thammer comes smashing down on him, the fool thinks he is an innocent victim.

Justice delayed is not always justice denied. When the evil you do comes boomeranging back to whack you upside your foolish head, you may not recognize this as repayment for the wrong you did others long ago. Therefore, pray that God will protect and guide you: “Get wisdom, get understanding . . . Forsake her not, and she shall preserve thee.” And learn to be grateful to God for every lesson you learn the hard way. “Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other.”

When I was 18, I fell hopelessly in love with a girl and was this close to an irrevocable commitment. Alas, like Othello, I loved not wisely, but too well, and was ruined by my own impatience. One night I had returned home from college expecting a date with my beloved, who inexplicably was kept home by her mother. My pride injured — although she assured me no such injury was intended, and that it was only at her mother’s behest that she could not go to the dance — I determined to find companionship elsewhere. Well, if any young fools haven’t figured this out yet, let me set you wise: Girls talk.

That was how I got my heart broken — for my beloved would not forgive me kissing that talkative girl — and I had no one to blame but myself. “Nobody’s fault but mine,” to quote another great poet of that era.

In hindsight, I should thank God, for I dodged a bullet, escaping a tragic outcome, had that teenage romance proceeded to consummation. Oh, friends, I had been this close and in those days I was to seduction what Gretzky was to hockey: “He shoots! He scores!” But this was not to be, and you may not believe in God, but whatever you call it — fate, destiny, karma — the transcendent and cosmic purpose of life was at work.

No broken-hearted 18-year-old wants to hear that, of course. Deeply hurt, I became embittered and my pain made me quite cynical.

Oh, romantic embers still glowed somewhere in my heart, but my mind became ice-cold. Looking back at the ensuing decade and the emotional debris left scattered in my wake, I can count two or three girlfriends who actually hurt me, but the much higher tally on the other side of the board haunts my conscience. Better to suffer an emotional injury than to inflict it, however accidental the harm may be. Emotional bonds develop no matter how we may seek to evade them, and what were we doing back then? A legendary poet perhaps said it best:

We weren’t in love.
Oh, no, far from it.
We weren’t searching for some
Pie-in-the-sky summit.
We were just young and restless and bored,
Living by the sword. . . .
I used her, she used me,
But neither one cared.
We were getting our share.
Working on our night moves.

Yeah, “getting our share” — selfish hedonism — may seem harmless, and if everybody’s doing it . . . Well, it was the ’70s and I was a Democrat then.

There was, however, a nice Republican girl whose existence I never even imagined back in those days. She was not only a Republican, but a Christian from a pietistic sect that frowned on the sins of dancing, alcohol and tobacco, to say nothing of my other favorite amusements. And by the time fate or destiny or whatever resulted in our meeting one autumn evening in 1987, I had “looked around enough to know,” to quote another poet, and pretty soon I found that I had “fooled around and fell in love.”

“Just win, baby” — that’s what Al Davis told his famous Oakland Raiders, and when the coach sends you into the championship game, you’d better be ready to play for keeps. A good Christian wife? Boy, when God answers your prayers, despite every reason He might have to ignore your prayers, it’s time to buckle up your chinstrap and win.

By May 1989, I was a married man and the father of a baby daughter, and here I am nearly 27 years later, a father of six and grandfather of two.

No one who knew me when I was in college and living The Democrat Lifestyle™ ever would have predicted this. Our firstborn girl we named Kennedy — my idea — but I promised my Republican wife that our next daughter would be named Reagan. Four sons later, she arrived.

Thursday our miraculous daughter Reagan, now a seventh-grader, gave a presentation at school about Ronald Reagan. The students were required to dress up as the historic person they were presenting.

My daughter Reagan, 13, dressed up
for her 7th-grade history presentation
as Ronald Reagan (wearing a @YAF pin). pic.twitter.com/9et8noPnhd

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

So there she is, Reagan McCain, who knows about “A Time For Choosing” and “Mister Gorbachev, tear down this wall,” and can even tell you a thing or two about President Reagan’s economic policies. She is keenly intelligent, scoring 99th percentile on the ITBS. Her brains and her beauty are likewise hereditary — some would say the latter trait is owed entirely to her mother’s side of the family — and Reagan has been quite thoroughly schooled in the deadly menace of Communism and its 21st-century manifestation, Crazy Cat Lady-ism. Her extraordinary intelligence notwithstanding, Reagan will not go to Harvard — dear God, not Harvard — nor shall she fall prey to The Godless Men at Yale. Were it up to me, she would attend the University of Alabama (Roll Tide!), but if I should die tomorrow, let my final wish be recorded that Reagan (and all my other descendants, forever) shall stay far away from the Ivy League, which is Decadent and Depraved. Amen and selah.

"The more the plans failed, the more the planners planned."
— Ronald Reagan, 1964https://t.co/DjFvI0NMzT

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 17, 2016

Freedom and responsibility are inseparable. My responsibility as a parent requires me not only to warn my sons against those “high-conflict, high-maintenance, high-frustration and high-danger women” described by Paul Elam, but also to raise daughters as good as their mother. (Perhaps no one could ever be that good, but this is the goal we aim toward.) My old friend, the novelist Tito Perdue, an erudite man steeped in classical learning, once mentioned to me the legendary valor of the ancient warriors of Sparta, who died to the last man at Thermopylae. “How many Spartans would it take,” Tito asked, “to overthrow this whole rotten modern culture? Ten thousand? Five hundred? One?”

And where is that mighty hero of antique courage? He is not whimpering and whining because he can’t find a girlfriend, I’ll tell you that much.

Winners win and losers lose. Freedom requires responsibility, and fellows must cease this pathetic nonsense of complaining about the results of their own folly. If a fool gets himself mixed up with a Pretty Little Liar, whose fault is that? Do not blame her. You are your own problem.

You will find no heroes on OKCupid or Tinder. Nor does the young hero squander his time playing videogames or watching TV when he should be hitting the gym, studying history, or reading his Bible.

Stand up! Stand up for Jesus,
Ye soldiers of the Cross!
Lift high His royal banner,
It must not suffer loss.

Yes, I am too well aware that many readers who have supported my research into radical feminism are not Christians. Many critics of feminism are secular humanists or even avowed pagans, and I will not offend you by preaching any sermons today. The Camp of the Saints is encompassed about with enemies, so that God calls everyone who can fight to join this battle, and let every man hear Christ the eternal King speak now as did Henry at Agincourt on St. Cripin’s Day:

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin’s day.

There will be time enough to discuss theology after the battle is won, when the heroic victors in this War of Ideas — lest anyone misunderstand my martial rhetoric — shall wear upon their brows the laurel crown.

Is every man in this world completely intellectually and spiritually void? No, ma’am, we are not. Some of us yet have poetry in our souls.

We are quite old-fashioned, almost medieval you might say, in our devotion to ancient customs and creeds, to ideas of duty and honor that the modern world does not know. Some young men are still romantic, although respectful and wise, for the hero must eschew The Democrat Lifestyle™ if he would serve in this army. Love conquers all, and fate can sometimes arrange things in ways that seem quite miraculous. Let us close today’s service, therefore, with inspirational music.

Everything young people ever need to know about love can be found in old Motown songs. #Truth https://t.co/xbNVckPvUH

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

Perhaps you don’t believe in miracles, but as for me, I have seen Smokey Robinson and the Miracles with my own eyes. Selah.

"I hate feminism. It is poison." — Margaret Thatcher pic.twitter.com/nhx2wUxZkz

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 14, 2016

Category: Sex Trouble

In The Mailbox: 03.18.16

Posted on | March 18, 2016 | 1 Comment

— compiled by Wombat-socho

OVER THE TRANSOM
EBL: Is The Fix In?
Da Tech Guy: Trump Proves Cruz Right About The Washington Cartel
Proof Positive: Rainbow’s End
The Political Hat: Poor White People Don’t Exist, According To Bernie Sanders
Paco Enterprises: Weepin’ John Boehner Demonstrates Why A Tea Party Candidate Won The Primary For His Congressional Seat
Michelle Malkin: Obamacare’s Tax-Time Torment
Twitchy: Socialist Bernie Sanders Calls Sheriff Joe Arpaio “Un-American”
Shark Tank: House Of Representatives Weighs In On Obama’s Immigration Problems

RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: Hillary Clinton’s Appalachian Problem
American Thinker: The Death of America – Why This Presidential Election Isn’t As Important As People Think
BLACKFIVE: Book Review – What Remains Of Me, by Alison Gaylin
Conservatives4Palin: Obamacare Insurers Could Get Billions From Government Fund
Don Surber: The Dishonest Case For Robbing Trump’s Voters
Jammie Wearing Fools: Peak Obama – Clown POTUS Replaces Che On Cuban Propaganda Posters
Joe For America: Were Voters Turned Away From GOP Polls?
JustOneMinute: Little Shivers Of Fear In My Blue Heaven
Pamela Geller: France – Jihad Infecting Army, Police
Protein Wisdom: Friday Fiction
Shot In The Dark: Killing In The Crib
STUMP: Chicago Watch – Throwing Rahm Under A Bus, Plus Swaps
The Jawa Report: Shocking News! Faisal Mohammed Was A Terrorist!
The Lonely Conservative: Hillary Knew Her Blackberry Wasn’t Secure Enough For Official Email, But She Used It Anyway
This Ain’t Hell: El Chapo’s Fast And Furious Rifle
Weasel Zippers: Multiple Explosions Targeting Law Enforcement In Indiana
Megan McArdle: How Republicans Rebuild After The Trump Disaster

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child , Parts I & II
Chains of Command

Category: Linkagery

Feminist Tumblr Syndrome Strikes Again

Posted on | March 17, 2016 | 26 Comments

The uncorrected entirety of a Feminist Tumblr post:

you don’t have to look any further than the population of okcupid or any dating site to reach the unfortunate conclusion that almost every man in this world is completely intellectually and spiritually void. it’s downright eerie to see personalities repeat themselves from one profile to the next: josh, 22, work hard play hard, can’t live without: friends, family, my phone, the gym, steak, and of course beautiful women lol; andrew, 20, looking for someone to enjoy the little things in life with; pat, 25, real estate development, looking for a laidback woman to be my partner in crime. I mean it’s honestly disturbing to see the utter lack of originality and depth of character on these guys, and they walk among us, I pass them on the street and interact with them at my job, they understand the world the way movies have taught them to and utter canned thought-terminating cliches that would incite a laugh-track on their favorite sitcoms. I think what it boils down to is a criminal dearth of self awareness, the way these men perceive themselves versus the reality of their selves. they say “work hard play hard,” but then spend 7 of their 8 hours on the job messaging girls on okc lewd messages and checking up on their teams on their sports app(s) of choice. they say they’re looking for someone to go on “adventures” with, but in reality they want a woman to boss around while they drink a beer and flip through tv channels. the fact is, 99% of men have unthinkingly absorbed the norms of our society and walk around in a robotic state, parroting one-liners and experiencing a stunted range of emotions. the moral of this post is: female supremacy or bust

Add your own punchline, OK?

Not like feminists hate men or anything. https://t.co/ZAMtDTo9dJ #NotAllTumblrinas @ThePoliticalHat @TheRalphRetort @instapundit @voxday

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 18, 2016

Way to fight that stereotype, feminists!https://t.co/A1E9717rvh

(Click the link and scroll.) #FeminismIsCancer pic.twitter.com/zst44CaVmN

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 17, 2016

Feminist ideology in two words: "Daddy issues." pic.twitter.com/Wy1LuObYtk

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 17, 2016

I saw Dominant Paradigms open for Cheap Trick in 1981.
(And isn't #Regurgitating like #Bulimia?) pic.twitter.com/cwLPCWyxpU

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 17, 2016

Category: Sex Trouble

In The Mailbox: 03.17.16

Posted on | March 17, 2016 | Comments Off on In The Mailbox: 03.17.16

— compiled by Wombat-socho

A happy St. Patrick’s Day to one and all, or as we Irish call it, Amateur Night.

OVER THE TRANSOM
EBL: A Nickelhead For SCOTUS
Louder With Crowder: Black man’s Dress-Up Experiment To Prove Racism Misses Huge Irony
The Political Hat: Germany To Muslim Migrants – Offers Of Youths, Offers Of Jizya, Offers Of Censorship
Michelle Malkin: Here’s How Unsafe And Screwed Up America’s Visa Programs Are
Twitchy: Obama Economic Adviser Reminded Who’s Been President For Last Seven Years
Shark Tank: Ben Carson Would Win Florida GOP Senate Race

RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: George Kennan Died Eleven Years Ago Today
American Thinker: Obama’s SCOTUS Pick Is An Anti-Gun Zealot
BLACKFIVE: Treat St. Patrick’s Day Like A Real Holiday!
Conservatives4Palin: Why Has George Soros Given John Kasich’s Campaign $700,000?
Don Surber: We’ll Help You Build It, California
Jammie Wearing Fools: Oh, Look, Another Democrat Stronghold Has Excess Lead In The Water
Joe For America: KKK Dumps Trump And Endorses WHO? Democrats Horrified!
Pamela Geller: Iraqi Priest – “I’m Begging Here – Begging People Of America To Recognize It As A Genocide”
Protein Wisdom:
Shot In The Dark: The slogan-Based Life
STUMP: Dataviz – Public Pensions Assumed Rate Of Return
The Jawa Report: Nigeria – Muslims Murder 500 Children
The Lonely Conservative: And So It Begins – The Party Of Trump
This Ain’t Hell: Yet More Idiocy From DHS
Weasel Zippers: 124 Illegals Released By Obama later Charged In 138 Murder Cases

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Category: Linkagery

A Fascinating Video: How Academic Feminists Persecute Their Opponents

Posted on | March 16, 2016 | 19 Comments

Janice Fiamengo explains it all.

Those who have followed the Sex Trouble series may recall that I have disavowed being a Men’s Rights Activist (MRA) which, of course, hasn’t kept feminists from describing me as such. (SJWs Always Lie.)

My research is about exposing what feminists actually believe — the esoteric doctrine of their cult, which they conceal behind an exoteric discourse of “equality.” No honest or responsible adult could support the anti-male/anti-heterosexual ideology of feminism, if they actually understood what it is about. It is not necessary, and I believe it to be unwise as strategy, for critics of feminism to accept the identity-politics concept of collective group “rights.” The rights of an American citizen under the Constitution are sufficient to anyone, or rather would be sufficient, were it not for the Supreme Court’s imaginative interpretations of the Fourteenth Amendment that have inflicted such chaos and destruction on our society in recent decades. But I digress . . .

While I am not an MRA, however, valuable work is done by activists in the MRA movement in documenting the harmful effects of feminism, and they are owed credit for focusing sustained attention on these issues. How is it that I had never heard of Sage Gerard until yesterday? Gerard was a student at Kennesaw State University (a community college that metastasized, as it were) in 2014 when he decided to form a campus club, KSU Men, to counteract what he saw as unfair bias against male students. According to “diversity” logic, the fact that males are a minority at KSU (only 43% of enrollment) means that the faculty and administration are discriminating against men. What is KSU doing to rectify its shameful history of anti-male discrimination, and to address the tragic plight of these underrepresented victims of social injustice?

Excuse my sarcasm about this mentality, but as Friedrich Hayek explained, social justice is a mirage — no such thing has ever existed, nor will progressive policies lead to any kind of Rawlsian “equality” in the future, and anybody who doesn’t recognize this is a fool. Because I prefer not to waste time arguing with fools, however, I never bother to explain all this philosophical background to the various Obamabots and political correctoids who think of themselves as Our Moral Superiors™ simply because they (a) went to an elite university and (b) vote for Democrats.

Believing themselves enlightened with The Vision of the Anointed, they regard us as their inferiors, and expect us to thank them for lecturing us. Considering that these intellectual frauds cannot be bothered to heed the arguments of Hayek (who won the Nobel Prize in economics, for crying out loud), why should I imagine they would listen to me?

To hell with such hopeless fools. But once again, I digress . . .

“Gender and Women’s Studies is an interdisciplinary academic field with roots in the student, civil rights, and women’s movements of the 1960s and 1970s. The program at KSU offers students the chance to explore the construction of gender in relation to race, class, sexuality, nation, and other social differences in a global context and to engage their communities through social justice projects.”
— Kennesaw State University

In 2014, while I was just beginning to bury myself in obscure feminist theory textbooks, Sage Gerard was under attack by a KSU professor:

Stacy Keltner is Associate Professor of Philosophy in the Interdisciplinary Studies Department, where she teaches courses in Gender and Women’s Studies and American Studies. She is author of Kristeva: Thresholds (London: Polity Press, 2011) and co-editor, with Kelly Oliver, of Psychoanalysis, Aesthetics, and Politics in the Work of Kristeva (New York: SUNY Press, 2009). She was a co-founder and first coordinator of the Gender and Women’s Studies program at Kennesaw State and a co-founder and first director of the international philosophical association philoSOPHIA: a feminist society. She also founded FeministActivism101.Com, a digital “toolbox” for Women’s, Gender, and Feminist Studies students seeking to engage feminist social change activities and projects. Articles and interviews present tactics and strategies, activists, organizations, events, and movements, as well as provide information regarding current opportunities and activist resources.

Professor Keltner is Satan with a Ph.D., basically. Everyone associated with Gender and Women’s Studies — at KSU or anywhere else — should be regarded as an active agent of demonic evil, a menace to society, a dangerous enemy of all that is good and decent in the world. Thank God for the First Amendment, which protects my right to speak the truth.

Sage Gerard did not have that right at KSU. No student on the campus of Kennesaw State University is permitted to criticize Professor Keltner or to oppose the satanic agenda of Gender and Women’s Studies. Therefore, Professor Keltner was permitted to engage in a secretive and dishonest campaign of defamation against Sage Gerard and KSU Men. No one in any position of authority at Kennesaw State University did anything to hold Professor Keltner accountable for her vindictive crusade to suppress dissent on campus, and thus KSU tacitly supported the spiteful persecution of student leader Sage Gerard. However, outside of the MRA community (e.g., Paul Elam’s coverage at A Voice for Men), Professor Keltner’s unprofessional and abusive misconduct has received nearly no attention. This is probably why I’d never heard of Sage Gerard until Tuesday, when I watched this amazing video about the KSU case by University of Ottawa Professor Janice Fiamengo:

Professor Fiamengo’s video is 30 minutes long and I wish someone would do me a favor: Transcribe this and post the transcript at Scribd (or your personal blog, wherever). This is a pet peeve of mine, by the way. Because I can read at least four times as fast as anyone talks, spending time watching online videos always annoys me. When you communicate via YouTube, therefore, it would behoove you to post a transcript or, at least, a few highlights and a bullet-point summary, for those of us who prefer the written word. (You are now 950 words into this article, and I’m sure it took you far less time to get this far than if I had spoken these words in a YouTube video.) And speaking of which, here is a brilliant video lecture about false rape accusations by Sage Gerard himself:

Absolutely brilliant, but where is the transcript, son? You’re obviously very smart. Do I have to explain why this is necessary?

The Feminist Cult https://t.co/QCvx26B4MB
cc @AndreaHardie @AVoiceforMen @deanesmay @DateOffCampus @TheRalphRetort pic.twitter.com/ptCmrT8rVV

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 16, 2016

Lesbian professor punches herself in face, claims to be victim of hate crime. https://t.co/TmXBinqWXb #tcot pic.twitter.com/r6I4HR83LY

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 16, 2016

MEGHAN MURPHY IS RIGHT! https://t.co/CyfYCgwMce

(and #FeminismIsCancer) @AndreaHardie @TheRalphRetort #tcot pic.twitter.com/QyGIU74EBG

— FreeStacy (@Not_RSMcCain) March 16, 2016

Just today, I was explaining to a young journalist why I do things a certain way. Why overpower the reader’s mind with a 3,000-word post full of links and quotations from a nearly forgotten feminist like Jill Johnston? Because the intelligent reader who actually cares about the subject will read the whole thing. The reader’s curiosity will be aroused — follow the links and see for yourself — and appreciating the value of my diligent research, the reader may be inspired. God bless the intelligent reader who heeds the Five Most Important Words in the English Language:

HIT THE FREAKING TIP JAR!

Crazy? Perhaps. But there is method to the madness.