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Rule 5 Sunday: Pre-Halloween Pinups

Posted on | October 25, 2015 | 11 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho

We’re just a few days away from one of the Lesser Feasts of Gluttony, sometimes referred to as All Hallows Eve or more commonly, Halloween. You would think that in all these years since the invention of the vacuum cleaner, some artist would have drawn a modern witch riding a newfangled electric broom instead of the old-fashioned straw brooms, but no luck. So we go with what we’ve got, which in this case is a pinup in the Vargas style, if not actually by Vargas himself.

Somehow, I don’t think she does windows.

Leading off this week is a newcomer to Rule 5 Sunday, Politically Incorrect Conservative with Sex, Feminists, And Self-Righteous Folks, followed by Goodstuff with the unlikely pairing of Elvira and Captain America. Ninety Miles from Tyranny checks in with Morning Mistress, Hot Pick, and Girls with Guns; Animal Magnetism brings us Rule 5 Friday and the Saturday Gingermageddon, and First Street Journal looks at women in the military having Fun Times In Iraq.

EBL’s herd of heifers this week includes Alyssa Milano, Sophie Gregoire, Mets fans, Sad Cubs fans, Seahawks & 49ers cheerleaders, Gloria Steinem, Vintage Hollywood Halloween, and Maureen O’Hara RIP.

A View from the Beach offers The Fish Chick – Brooke Thomas, Save Money, Shower with a Friend, Scientist Gets Plastered to Prove a Point, The Golden Girls Revisited, Shocking News from the James River, Six Things You Always Wanted to Know, Gone Fishin’, Can the Redskins Ground the Jets?, An Early Date for Prehistoric China-men, and The Pen May Be Mightier Than the Sword.

Postaldog returns with Elizabeth Marxs, Kendall Jenner, Avril Lavigne, Taylor Swift, Drew Barrymore, and Alicia Arden.

Proof Positive’s Friday Night Babe is Demi Lovato, his Vintage Babe is Betty Hutton, Sex in Advertising is covered by Stella, and in addition to the Obligatory 49ers Cheerleader, this week we get her sister too. At Dustbury, it’s Rachel Platten and Holly Burt.

Thanks to everyone for their linkagery! Deadline to submit links to the Rule 5 Wombat mailbox for inclusion in next Sunday’s Rule 5 roundup is midnight on Saturday, November 1.


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Her Majesty Addresseth The Rancid Peasantry In The Royal Quotidian Mode

Posted on | October 24, 2015 | 29 Comments

by Smitty

Hinderaker over at PowerLine seems to confuse Her Majesty’s non-command of reasonable, accurate speech with lying.

Let’s take [Her Royal declamation in Alexandria] apart:

The NRA basically represents manufactures and the sellers.

No, the NRA represents firearm owners and others who want to preserve our constitutional rights. And, by the way, the NRA’s approval rating is 50% higher than Hillary’s.

One of the most outrageous votes that I ever had to take when I was in the Senate was an NRA bill to give immunity to gun manufacturers and sellers for just about everything.

She is talking about the Protection of Lawful Commerce in Arms Act. It doesn’t give immunity to gun manufacturers for “just about everything,” but rather, subject to various exceptions, for “the criminal or unlawful misuse of a [firearm].” So if a criminal shoots you with a Ruger pistol, you can’t sue Ruger.

It was unique. No other industry in America has anything like it.

Liberals haven’t threatened to bankrupt any other industry by bringing frivolous lawsuits. If someone hits you with a baseball bat, you can’t sue Louisville Slugger. If you try, you will be laughed out of court. The law with respect to guns is the same as with regard to other products: if a gun is defective and you are injured as a result, you can sue.

Read in full. And understand that next year, we’re past all discussion of whether “this is the most important election of your lifetime”. If Her Majesty achieves the Full Coronation, it’s not clear whether there will be another election.

Update: She lied to the nation in 2012, and she’s lying again now. You don’t look surprised.
It’s interesting, as an academic matter, to ask the question: “Just how absolutely false can a human being be?” I just wish that, in the case of Her Majesty, there were not so much at stake.

Category: Democrats, Hillary Clinton

FMJRA 2.0: The Million Dollar Piano

Posted on | October 24, 2015 | 3 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho

FMJRA 2.0: Is It Fall Yet?
The Pirate’s Cove
Batshit Crazy News
A View from the Beach

‘Their Own View of How the World Works’
Batshit Crazy News

Rule 5 Sunday: World Patriarchy Day Edition
Animal Magnetism
Proof Positive
Batshit Crazy News
A View from the Beach
Ninety Miles from Tyranny

In The Mailbox: 10.19.15
Proof Positive
Batshit Crazy News

What Winding Webbs Woyalty Weaves
The Daily Spew for the Discerning Few
Batshit Crazy News

In The Mailbox: 10.20.15
Proof Positive
Batshit Crazy News
A View from the Beach

Don’t Do This, Ever
Batshit Crazy News

Slow Joe At All Stop, And I Am Half In Agreement With Piers Morgan
Batshit Crazy News
A View from the Beach

In The Mailbox: 10.21.15
Proof Positive
Batshit Crazy News

Feminism: The Final Product
Batshit Crazy News

A Yale-Educated Feminist Calls Herself a ‘Morally Vacuous Harlot’
The Lonely Conservative
Batshit Crazy News

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge
Batshit Crazy News

Top linker this week:

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Thanks to everyone for their linkagery!


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West Hollywood House of Horrors: Radical Lesbian Feminists From Hell

Posted on | October 24, 2015 | 42 Comments

Halloween approaches, and a coven of Canadian witches have brought their dark and ungodly evil to sunny Southern California:

ONE National Gay & Lesbian Archives has organized “KillJoy’s Kastle,” a “Lesbian Feminist haunted house.” ONE National Gay & Lesbian Archives is a part of the University of Southern California’s Libraries.
“Lesbian Rule. Forget the dead this Halloween. Feel the pulsing throb of something larger than life in KillJoy’s Kastle,” reads USC’s website.
KillJoy’s Kastle will be a “sex positive, trans inclusive, queer lesbian-feminist-fear-fighting celebration,” put together by Toronto based-artists Deirdre Logue and Allyson Mitchell and organized by “ONE Archives in West Hollywood.”
“This haunted house of freaky feminist skill sharing and paranormal consciousness-raising reanimates the archive of lesbian herstory with all its wonders and thorny complications,” they explain. “Expect horror.”
“Dare to be scared by gender-queer apparitions,” it continues, “ball-busting butches, and never-married, happy-as-hell spinsters.. . . . Each evening of nightmarishly non-assimilated lesbian mayhem will include multiple live performances from a spirited group of international and local weirdos.”

 

This is what feminism means in 2015, sponsored by an elite private university (annual tuition at USC is $$50,210) and promoted by those “mainstream” feminists at Huffington Post:

A large part of the performer-driven space is audience interaction. In other contexts, this might mean having teenagers in monster masks snarling at you for a cheap scare, but at KillJoy’s Kastle, you participate in myriad ways — from the physical to the more cerebral.
You might punch a bag emblazoned with the word “capitalism” on it. Or you might take a shot of liquor from a witch’s fake penis.


You see this is what feminism means in 2015 and, if you study the movement’s history, you know this is what feminism always was.

“The feminist agenda is not about equal rights for women. . . It is about a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”
— Pat Robertson, 1992

UPDATE: Welcome to my nightmare, Instapundit readers! Speaking of tedious horrors, imagine hooking up with a Yale-educated feminist.




 

Category: Sex Trouble

Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

Posted on | October 23, 2015 | 3 Comments

by Smitty

“Your ratings are in the toilet. How about if Fernando starts trying to look up lady’s skirts? You know, just a hint of saucy, not too much,” ventured Tim.
It was the classic conversation with the producer. I looked at the picture of grandfather there on the wall, there with the original Fernando back in the Vaudeville era. His “no smut” rule had served him well.
The new Fernando had some features Tim didn’t know. I pressed the second button inside, yawning broadly.
“I’m not sure which one of us is the dummy,” said Fernando.
Tim, visibly startled, left immediately.

via Darleen

Category: Friday Fiction

A Yale-Educated Feminist Calls Herself a ‘Morally Vacuous Harlot’

Posted on | October 22, 2015 | 368 Comments

Alana Massey (@AlanaMassey on Twitter) is a godless degenerate who once gave her thumbnail biography in an interview thus:

So I was a walking cliche of disastrous 20-something in New York: I treated mental illness with alcohol and drugs and bad sex with much older men. I had a series of bad assistant and PR jobs and would fall back on stripping and fetish work when I inevitably quit my jobs or couldn’t cover expenses. I enrolled in Yale Divinity when I was 25 in the hopes that if I just got a good helping of Jesus, I’d be cured of my debauchery and sadness. While I was there, I halfway cleaned up my act in terms of my health and my priorities and realized that I had been embarrassed by all of the wrong things. So when I returned to New York and my relationship ended, I decided not to ashamed of my creative ambitions or of the fact that I worked in the sex industry. I was told that the best thing about surviving being a chaotic f–k-up in your 20s is turning it into something worthwhile in your 30s, which is what I am trying to do personally and creatively now.

To summarize, Ms. Massey is a drug-addled, mentally ill ex-stripper who has had the privilege of being educated first at the prestigious private New York University (annual tuition $46,170) and subsequently at elite Yale University (annual tuition $47,600), so that we might estimate she has consumed somewhere in excess of $300,000 in order to become a freelance writer. Considering that there are no real entry barriers to the field of journalism (Hunter S. Thompson became a Latin American correspondent in 1962 with no educational credentials beyond a high-school diploma), we must view Ms. Massey’s stunning profligacy as a typical example of The Higher Education Bubble.

Furthermore, could anything be more absurd than Ms. Massey’s idea that she could get “a good helping of Jesus” at the fraudulently named Yale Divinity School? The place has been implacably hostile to Christianity for decades. The impiety and secularized gnosticism of that decadent institution did much to inspire William F. Buckley Jr.’s monumental work God and Man at Yale. If anyone is seeking “a good helping of Jesus,” probably the last place you’d find it is New Haven, Connecticut, being tutored by the academic High Priesthood of postmodern paganism.

The deities worshipped at Yale Divinity School are a pantheon of bloody idols, chief among which are Equality and Progress. Devotees of the Cult of Social Justice celebrate their perverse beliefs with rituals involving fornication, sodomy and abortion, occasionally organizing protests to demand that U.S. taxpayers fund their heathenish rites. No Christian would dare go near such an ivy-covered Temple of Satanic Wickedness, except perhaps to deliver a prophecy of its imminent doom, then fleeing in haste before Jehovah sends fire and brimstone showering down to incinerate the foul stench of that latter-day Gomorrah. But I digress . . .

Alana Massey recently produced an article for The Atlantic celebrating the scientific wonders of “the Mirena IUD, an intra-uterine device.” This implant has so successfully shut down the biological function of Ms. Massey’s reproductive organs that is has actually prevented her from having a menstrual period for more than three years.

Having been contraceptively spayed, as it were, for what purpose do you reckon Ms. Massey has done this? If you guessed “riding the carousel,” congratulations, you’re a winner:

“I don’t mind motorcycles but do mind when people ride them without helmets,” I lied to a man named “Carl” on the dating app Bumble when he brought up his Yamaha. I actually believe that the only commendable function of motorcycles is to make aging dads feel the crisp bite of youth again during their midlife crises rather than resorting to age-inappropriate affairs, but I was trying to be pleasant.
“Wanna go for a ride?” he asked soon after, apparently not registering that not minding a thing is hardly the equivalent of being interested in it. I answered, “never in my life,” still willing to give him a shot but making clear that his motorcycle would not be a selling point.
“I’m not talking about riding my motorcycle,” he replied.
In no mood to hold Carl’s hand through how game actually works, I said, “Okay you have a good night,” hoping he’d realize defeat. “Haha! I’m joking! Someone is slightly uptight I see.”
Oh, Carl. I would have been tempted to defend myself by letting him know I am actually a morally vacuous harlot devoid of sexual mores, but I was busy talking to another man also using the app. We hadn’t met yet, but his sufficient flirting skills prompted me to take a flurry of explicit photos and send the keepers his way. We would later have sex on our first and only date.
I am icy, certainly, but I am not uptight.
Beyond establishing my reputation as a woman who enjoys sex and a bit of text-based flirting, this episode highlights the troubling ease with which men dismiss women as prudish if they are not immediately open and enthusiastic about sex. It is cruel tool in a culture that was infiltrated by a certain brand of blasé sex positivity long before achieving true gender equality and, by extension, before we’ve decentralized men’s orgasms as the ultimate purpose of sex between a man and a woman.
We pathologize women’s entirely rational reactions of “nah” and “meh” to sex as the result of antiquated values. Often, these reactions are because sex might be perilous to a woman’s well-being — and often, if we’re honest, a physically substandard experience. . . .
Too often, sex positivity feels rooted in a feminism that secretly wants boys to like it. It wants to be cool.
Media outlets feed us a relentless stream of articles . . . [in which] inequality is exemplified by the wage gap, the number of women in Congress, and whether women are courting poverty and death by having babies before they’re rich. What is decidedly absent from the debate is a woman’s sexual fulfillment. . . .
But the absence of sexual satisfaction from these discussions is also due to the belief that, for the most part, sexual inequality was resolved by the sexual revolution, women’s lib and the widespread adoption of birth control.
The legacy of these movements is a mountain of unfinished business which gave birth to a half-formed sex positivity lovechild now wrecking havoc on anyone who isn’t down to f–k. . . .

You can read the rest of that, or gouge your eyes out with a rusty screwdriver. Either option will do you as much good.

Let me reiterate what I have previously said (“Hit-It-and-Quit-It on Tinder”) that no sane person would ever hook up via online apps, whether it’s Tinder, OKCupid or whatever. This is not “dating,” this is digital degradation, a 21st-century rewrite of Looking for Mr. Goodbar, which is a story that does not end “happily ever after.”

If someone is so recklessly desperate as to peddle themselves to any stranger with a smartphone or a wifi connection, we must be suspicious why they cannot find romantic companionship among people who actually know them in real life. Any attractive single man or woman of good character — kind, courteous, honest — will find no shortage of opportunities to meet potential partners.

What kind of guy seeks prospects on Tinder, and for what purpose? He either (a) has failed in prior attempts to establish any durable romantic relationship, or (b) has no interest in anything more meaningful than a sweaty “pump-and-dump.” Or possibly (c) he’s a sadistic psychopath in search of a victim for his next heinous atrocity. If we may presume that there are no decent men to be had via these apps, what conclusions may we draw about the women who peddle themselves this way? Alana Massey describes herself as “a morally vacuous harlot” who pursues one-night stands and complains of the “physically substandard experience” that does nothing for “a woman’s sexual fulfillment.”

Let us ask: Can feminism solve a problem that feminism itself created?

Is this Yale-educated woman too stupid to see that her compulsive promiscuity — a lifelong habit now abetted by advanced technologies of contraception and dating apps — is the basic cause of her problems? How does her whorish “sex-positive” feminism contribute anything to “true gender equality”? Yet what exactly does she imagine “true gender equality” would look like, if ever we were to achieve it?

Of course, such a question would presume that (a) “sexual inequality” is the explanation for whatever makes women unhappy, (b) “true gender equality” is possible and (c) there is anyone who would actually rather live in that imaginary egalitarian utopia than to live in any other social order which has hitherto existed. Each of those premises is subject to dispute, but the “morally vacuous harlot” just takes it for granted that Progress must inevitably lead to Equality and that, having arrived at her hoped-for destination, she will find there a system that universally provides for “a woman’s sexual fulfillment.” Every hookup in Feminist Heaven will produce ecstatic spasms of pleasure, you see, and the streets will be paved with gold. Or maybe cat litter.

Excuse my extreme skepticism about feminist utopian fantasies. The Gods of the Copybook Headings could not be reached for comment.

As it will be in the future,
it was at the birth of Man
There are only four things certain
since Social Progress began.
That the Dog returns to his Vomit
and the Sow returns to her Mire,
And the burnt Fool’s bandaged finger
goes wabbling back to the Fire . . .

Speaking of dogs and vomit, Miriam Mogilevsky — the feminist who calls herself “queer, gay, femme, and homoflexible . . . on the asexual spectrum somewhere” — rejects any criticism of her labels:

“Well I personally don’t see why anyone needs to label themselves with all these complicated new words,” says someone who is able to find people who fit their sexual and romantic preferences just by walking into literally any bar in any town.

Translation: “Heterosexuals have it so easy! Don’t they know how hard life is for us queer gay femme homoflexible asexual women?”

Unfortunately, too many heterosexual women have bought into the bogus idea of feminist “empowerment” and turned themselves into morally vacuous harlots like Alana Massey. Some guy “walking into literally any bar in any town” will probably encounter a lot of damaged women like her, and no one would envy him the prospect of a loveless hook-up with a twisted bundle of Yale-educated cat-lady craziness.




 

Category: Sex Trouble

Feminism: The Final Product

Posted on | October 22, 2015 | 92 Comments

Miriam Mogilevsky (@sondosia on Twitter) is 24 years old. She got her bachelor’s degree in psychology from Northwestern University in 2013 and recently completed a master’s degree in social work at Columbia University. As I explained in “Feminists, and How to Avoid Them”:

How much more clearly can Miriam Mogilevsky make her point? Everything that men do is annoying to her. Attempts by males to befriend Ms. Mogilevsky are unwelcome. . . . Ms. Mogilevsky is a feminist, and therefore has no emotion toward men except disgust and contempt.

The weird thing about Miriam Mogilevsky . . . Well, there are an awful lot of weird things about Ms. Mogilevsky, but the one that stands out is her inability to admit how profoundly abnormal her dislike of males is. At elite universities like Northwestern and Columbia, this hateful anti-male ideology is now so prevalent among female students that heterosexuality is effectively illegal on campus. Any male student attending an elite school who so much as speaks to a female student is at risk of being charged with “harassment.” A recent lawsuit filed against Brown University — where a male student was expelled for making out with a girl after a party — highlights the manic intensity of “rape culture” hysteria feminists have unleashed on campus. Because Fear and Loathing of the Penis has now become pandemic among college women, it is possible for feminists like Miriam Mogilevsky to assume all women hate men as much as she does. Here was her announcement on Oct. 11:

Coming Out Day!!! The labels I currently use for myself are queer, gay, femme, and homoflexible. (Basically, I’m a lesbian with exceptions.) The label bisexual doesn’t work for me right now, but I consider myself part of the broader bi+ umbrella of people with the capacity to love and desire people of more than one gender. My gender is ???. My pronouns are she/her or they/theirs, with extra warm fuzzies when you use they. I’m on the asexual spectrum somewhere, probably demi or gray-A, which means (among other things) that I don’t experience primary sexual attraction. I also identify as solo poly, which means that I’m open to multiple committed and loving relationships, but with minimal life enmeshment and no “rules” placed on me.
Come out if you can, but remember that you’re allowed (in fact, encouraged) to prioritize yourself first, and others and The Movement second.

Miriam Mogilevsky is “on the asexual spectrum somewhere,” and incapable of experiencing “primary sexual attraction,” which is to say, she is quite typical of feminists in 2015. She has no gender except “???” and though she professes to be “open to multiple committed and loving relationships,” the young feminist can never be subject to any rules. Really, Miriam Mogilevsky is your 21st-Century Progressive Dream Girl, devoid of affection or empathy, incapable of anything remotely resembling normal human behavior — the Final Product of the Feminist Revolution.

Yes, the asexual lesbian-with-exceptions has written a column about “Conflicting Emotional Needs in Relationships,” and you can (a) read it or (b) gouge your eyes out with a rusty screwdriver.

Either would do you as much good.

Feminists are profoundly abnormal creatures, and it was Ms. Mogilevsky who inspired me to offer this advice in August:

Guys: Learn to take a hint. Learn to walk away.
If a woman tells you she is a feminist, say nothing and walk away.
No feminist wants to hear what a man has to say, and life is too short to waste your time taking to feminists. Just walk away.
Leave feminists alone, and then they can complain about that.

God knows, they’ve always got to have something to complain about.




 

Category: Sex Trouble

In The Mailbox: 10.21.15

Posted on | October 21, 2015 | 1 Comment

— compiled by Wombat-socho


OVER THE TRANSOM
EBL: Coach Kennedy Prays
The Political Hat: Minnesota Governor Channels Bertolt Brecht
Louder With Crowder: AR15 Giveaway!
Doug Powers: A More Accurate Headline? Senate Dems Allow “Progressive” Cities To Keep Breaking Federal Law
Twitchy: Feminists Froth At Jeremy Renner For Refusing To Take Hollywood Pay Gap Bait


RIPPED FROM THE HEADLINES
American Power: Bashar Al-Assad Visits Moscow To Discuss Syrian War With Putin
American Thinker: Why Aren’t More Americans Angry About Defeat In The Middle East?
Conservatives4Palin: Jeb Bush’s Personal Wealth Built On Political Connections
Don Surber: Cognitive Dissonance At The Washington Post
Jammie Wearing Fools: Shocker! Killer Of NYPD Officer Is Career Criminal, Mostly For “Non-Violent” Drug Offenses
Joe For America: Hungary Stops The Muslim Invasion
JustOneMinute: Biden Out
Pamela Geller: “Palestinian” Government Official Attacked By Muslim Stone-Throwers After Being Mistaken For A Jew
Shot In The Dark: As If On Cue
STUMP: Trying Out A New Toy (To Make The Unseen Seen)
The Gateway Pundit: Black Lives Matter Supporters Cheered Murder Of NYC Cop Outside Harlem Hospital
The Jawa Report: Obligatory Back To The Future Post
The Lonely Conservative: It Doesn’t Sound Like Paul Ryan Really Wants To Be Speaker
This Ain’t Hell: “Clock Boy” To Study With The Masters
Weasel Zippers: Ohio Senate Agrees To Cut Planned Parenthood Funding
Megan McArdle: What Campaign Donations Can’t Buy
Mark Steyn: The Squashed Coyote Of Canadian Politics


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