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The Precocious Feminist Replies

Posted on | July 13, 2014 | 66 Comments

The Ouija-board girl has written a lengthy response including this:

I’m totally with you on the idea that radical feminism is a f–king disease which needs to be eradicated. It’s what gives feminism a bad name and is quite frankly bulls–t. Glad we could find something that we really agree on. However, I’m not a radfem. I don’t think penile-vaginal intercourse is rape. I don’t think men are inherently evil, and I don’t think women are inherently good.

Oh. Then she’s not really a feminist. Yet. On the other hand . . .

For the record, the Ouija board incident which is referenced here wasn’t anything of a demonic nature. The lights didn’t flicker and I didn’t feel a cold force come over me. Wanna know what did happen? The Ouija board said I would f–k a girl, and my friends got uncomfortable. That’s all. . . .
Okay, let’s get something straight right now.

(No pun intended, I’m sure.)

I don’t know what surprise you thought I was referring to (the surprise of the fact the board worked, maybe?) but I was referring to the surprise that I’m bi. So, yeah, my friends were in fact really surprised, because they’re homophobes who are terrified of girls being in love with them. Just wanted to clear that up for ya.

It was clear to me all along. However, I didn’t mention in my blog what the Ouija board said about her, because pursuing that tangent might have required another 500 words I wasn’t in a mood to write. So I merely alluded to it indirectly, remarking that “it is admittedly weird to discover a high school kid writing about ‘heteronormativity.’” Yet she seems to wish to discuss it further. Very well, then . . .

Let’s see: She’s not old enough to get a drivers license, but is already (a) questioning heteronormativity, (b) professing her own bisexuality, and (c) condemning her friends as homophobes.

If she keeps traveling that trajectory, where will she be at 18 or 19? Considering her expressions of disgust with her ex-boyfriend and her resentment of her father, doesn’t it seem possible that her disdain for males might become more generalized in the future?

But wait — this is crazy!

Her self-declared “bisexuality” is purely speculative, a matter of imagination. Her situation illuminates the problem with how young people are now being indoctrinated to think about sex. All this chatter about sexual orientation and gender identity emerging from academia and promulgated in pop culture is profoundly confusing to many young people. A teenage girl whose “sexuality” so far has been limited to some clumsy kissing and fondling with her ex-boyfriend nevertheless identifies as “bisexual” on what we might call a theoretical basis. This identification then qualifies her to denounce her girlfriends as homophobes because they “are terrified of girls being in love with them.”

In that context, isn’t “homophobe” just a synonym for heterosexual?

Given the direction our culture is heading, one can imagine a scenario in which anyone who rejects a homosexual advance — “No, thanks, I’m straight” — is accused of being a homophobe, so that society is effectively divided into two groups: Gays and Haters.

Nor is this a problem we need only imagine in the distant future. We can see how this attitude is already beginning to take hold among teenagers. The precociously “bisexual” feminist at Please Excuse My Vagina may indeed be an omen of the liberal future.

UPDATE: She continues to volley: “Please, don’t put my identity into quotation marks.” The reason I put “bisexual” in quotation marks is because, by her own account, she has not actually acted on her same-sex attractions. Her self-declared “identity” therefore exists in the imaginative realm of Tommy Flanagan’s wife, Morgan Fairchild.

Furthermore, the “B” of bisexuality in the LGBT acronym has always struck me as dubious. One does not encounter militant bisexuals demanding their equal rights to . . . Well, whatever it is they may choose to be or do on any particular occasion.

Indecisive ambiguity doesn’t lend itself very easily to political sloganeering: “We’re here! We’re queer! Or maybe not, this week!”

 

Category: Feminism

FMJRA 2.0: The Mission

Posted on | July 12, 2014 | 8 Comments

— compiled by Wombat-socho


Have A Koch And A. . .Hint Of Queasiness

The Dorchester Doofus

Gender Theory: Beyond Parody

Good-Bye, Employer Mandate?

The Silence Is Settled!

Feminist Attacked by Feminists After Telling the Truth About Birth Control

In Which @PatKasprik Teaches Us That Rape ‘Satire’ Is Acceptable on Twitter

FMJRA 2.0: Hey, Baby, It’s The 4th Of July

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.07.14

‘Internalized Misogyny’

Presidential Imperialism

LIVE AT FIVESIX: 07.08.14

Rule 5 Tuesday – Belated Independence Day Weekend Edition

They’re Not Going Back

The MSNBC Agenda

The Devil in Oklahoma: Satanic Ritual Promoted by Registered Sex Offender

Crazy: #RadFem Announces ‘Major Shift or Breakthrough in My Feminism’

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.09.14

Exhausting the Blitzkrieg Metaphors

Fire Can’t Melt Steel, and ‘The View’ Can’t Possibly Become More Ludicrous

Obama Fails Again: Are We Surprised?

What Is Radical Feminism? ‘Make Deviance the Core of Our Identity’

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.10.14

Atheist Progressive Makes Rape Threat About Conservative’s Teen Daughter

What Were They Thinking?

LIVE AT FIVE: 07.11.14

Buy It Now: ‘The Last Falangist’ Review; Wombat Shows the Hard Face

Rape Without Context

Stupid Vicious Criminal Scum

Top linkers this week:

  1. Batshit Crazy News (29)
  2. Regular Right Guy (13)
  3. That Mr. G Guy (8)

Thanks to everyone for their linkagery!


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Category: FMJRA Award

An Omen of the ‘Mystifying Oracle’?

Posted on | July 12, 2014 | 142 Comments

“One time I was with Cara, Chloe, Anne, and Ellie,
and we were messing around with a Ouija board.”

The blogger at “Please Excuse My Vagina: My life as a teenage feminist” will probably notice the trackback, and to her this should be a warning — as it should be to anyone tempted to try “messing around” with the occult. WARNING: EVIL IS REAL.

Maybe you’re not religious. Maybe you think the Bible is just a lot of superstitious nonsense. Nevertheless, evil is real, and even if you think you’re just “messing around” with it, you are in danger.

Those weird coincidences you keep noticing? They’re not coincidences.

Life has a meaning and purpose. We are not random collections of atoms. Human beings have spirits — souls — and our lives are part of something larger than ourselves. Most people do not notice the evidence of this larger meaning and purpose. They lack a spiritual awareness and do not contemplate the relationship between their own mundane existence and the eternal truth of the cosmos. And so they do not notice that seemingly random events aren’t actually random.

So you were “messing around with a Ouija board” — random.

And your first boyfriend was a manipulative jerk — random.

Then you were riding home from your dance recital and, for no apparent reason, your dad got angry and started shouting at you.

Is all this random? Just a coincidence?

“I’m a self-righteous bitch. I don’t have any religion. . . .
I was raised in a liberal household, being taught
that everyone’s opinion is equal and valid, and
also being taught to value my own opinions.”

OK, I guess, except that if “everyone’s opinion is equal and valid,” you can’t really have any core foundational beliefs, which might be a problem when you start to fear that you’re going insane:

I started out the day so tired I was physically unable to move. My mom had to come in and tell me to get out of bed about five times.
I cried twice in about twenty minutes . . .
When people ask me to do things I find myself saying no more and more often. My friends are getting pissed off at me for being so apathetic. . . .
Thinking of all the things I might do wrong and all the people I might lose. And that was when I realized.
It’s happening again.
In sixth grade, I was depressed or anxious or some combination of both. I was never officially diagnosed, so maybe it was nothing and I was just being crazy. . . .
I imagine funerals. Eulogies I would give. Eulogies people would give me. I imagine people who aren’t even my friends dragging blades over their skin or killing themselves because of careless bitchy little comments I’ve made. I imagine the people I love pushed too far by something I said and sent careening over the edge. Vivid images of me or my family dying in a huge car crash flash behind my eyelids.
It’s happening again and I don’t know how to stop it. . . .
I’ve also somehow developed an intense pathological fear of bugs. . . . I constantly feel things crawling on my skin or fluttering near me but when I look there is, without fail, no creature in sight.

The good news: If you think you’re going crazy, you’re probably not. As long as you have enough self-awareness to recognize these ideas and behaviors as abnormal, you’re not insane . . . yet.

The bad news: If it doesn’t get better, that means it’s getting worse, because the persistence of the symptoms is itself symptomatic.

Anybody can have crazy feelings or spells of depression once in a while. If these things persist, however, the word “chronic” applies, and your morbid obsessions — your irrational death-related ideations — are not encouraging in that regard.

So, let’s get back to the reality of evil and that Ouija board incident. Lots of kids try “messing around” with the occult in this manner, without thinking that they thereby make themselves vulnerable to evil. It’s like the concept of marijuana as a “gateway drug”; you start “messing around” with weed, next thing you try LSD or Ecstasy, then prescription pain-killers or meth, and one day a dopehead friend tells you she’s tried heroin and you think, “Hmmm.”

Same deal with “messing around” with the occult. Sure, a Ouija board is a silly child’s game. But will it stop there? Maybe next you’ll be “messing around” with astrology or tarot cards. You’ll find a friend who shares these interests, and that friend will start telling you about paganism and Wicca and if you keep going in that direction, who knows where you’ll end up? People who say they “don’t have any religion” are often the most vulnerable to the occult, without evidently recognizing that such beliefs are also a religion.

Does it seem to you, however, that there could be a connection between your “messing around” with the occult and your recent emotional disturbances? Because I don’t believe in coincidences, and because evil is real, it strikes me that you may be under the influence of evil — and I mean Evil with a capital “E” — without realizing it.

Well, I ain’t superstitious.
Black cat just crossed my trail . . .
Don’t sweep me with no broom.
I might get put in jail.
— “I Ain’t Superstitious,” Willie Dixon (1961)

Rather than being superstitious, let’s exclude the possibility that the “Mystifying Oracle” of the Ouija board summoned forth the spirits to provide the answer to your inquiry. There were five girls involved in that game — yourself, Cara, Chloe, Anne, and Ellie — and let us suppose that at least one of them deliberately manipulated the result.

Who suggested this game and why? What was their motive? Evil has human agents, after all, and if the Powers of Darkness wished to influence you, wouldn’t your “friends” be an obvious means of exercising such an influence? You see that, even if you don’t attribute any magical power to the Ouija board, it can still be an instrument of evil through which your “friends” act to cause you harm.

“Ellie told me later that they were surprised . . .
that I seemed so casual about it.”

Were they really surprised?

“Especially important is the warning to avoid conversations with the demon. . . . He is a liar. The demon is a liar. He will lie to confuse us. But he will also mix lies with the truth to attack us. The attack is psychological, Damien, and powerful. So don’t listen to him. Remember that — do not listen.”
— The Exorcist (1973)

If you’ve never read the book The Exorcist, you might want to do that, because it is actually quite a profound meditation on the nature of evil, and our vulnerability to evil. What we call “mental illness” was understood by the ancients as demonic possession, and I’m not sure that modern science is more accurate than the ancient understanding. Psychiatrists keep telling us it’s all neurochemistry — serotonin and synapses, blah, blah, blah — but is insanity always organic? Do crazy people just have bad brains? Isn’t our belief in the omnipotence of science a sort of religion?

Is it not possible that there are things beyond human explanation? Are we who believe in cosmic truth just stupid and ignorant? And what about your own search for answers?

I’ve been feeling this weird sense of powerlessness lately, like I have no control over anything in my life. . . .
Recently, I’ve been having a lot of mini-existential crises, mostly of the if-we-suffer-so-much-why-do-we-exist variety. I mostly just question myself in circles and end up exhausted by the end of it. . . .
I’m a control freak with no control over anything. . . .
I used to think I had some semblance of control over some of the things that happened to me in my tiny, insignificant life. But apparently that’s not true. Things happen to and around me and I have no control or power over them and that scares me, it really does.
Sometimes when I feel like this I find myself wanting to turn to a higher power, but there’s no higher power that I have the strength to believe in. I find it impossible to believe in a supreme being that allows terrible things to happen to people on a daily basis, that allows human beings to destroy themselves all the time, without so much as a whispered word of assistance.
Sometimes I’ll pray. I don’t know who or what I’m praying to, or if my prayers are heard.

WARNING: Evil is real. If you “don’t know who or what [you’re] praying to,” don’t you think Satan may be listening? Yes, “terrible things happen to people on a daily basis,” but why do think that is? Don’t you think that Evil and Death are partners? And if you surrender to the influence of Evil, what do you think happens next?

Hadn’t you better see if Good and Life are within reach?

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.”
— John 1: 1-5 (KJV)

Darkness still does not comprehend the light.

By the way, Miss Teenage Feminist, isn’t it kind of weird that I found your blog this morning? I’ve been researching radical feminism — a mental illness in its own right — and it is admittedly weird to discover a high school kid writing about “heteronormativity.”

Probably just another random coincidence, eh?

 

Category: Feminism, Religion

Massacre: Ronald Haskell Murders Six Members of Texas Mormon Family

Posted on | July 12, 2014 | 32 Comments

Ronald Lee Haskell was going through a divorce from his wife, Melannie Lyon. The couple had four young children, and Haskell had become increasingly violent. Lyon’s sister, Katie Stay, urged Lyon to leave Haskell in Utah and move to Texas, where Stay and her husband lived with their five children. Wednesday, Haskell went to the Stay family’s home in the suburbs of Houston:

Haskell, 33, was disguised as a FedEx delivery worker when he went to the suburban Houston home of his ex-wife’s sister, Katie Stay, on Wednesday afternoon, police said. Oldest child Cassidy was home alone and answered the door. She told Haskell her parents weren’t home. He later returned, forcing his way in and tying Cassidy up, police said.
Minutes later, her parents and her four siblings, ages 4 to 13, returned. Haskell allegedly tied them up as well, and demanded to know the whereabouts of his ex-wife, Melannie Lyon. They said they didn’t know, and they were each shot in the back of the head. The bullet for Cassidy only grazed her, and she played dead until the gunman fled, she told police.
The critically wounded teenager was able to identify him to police as her ex-uncle, and said he was planning to drive to her grandparents’ home and kill them. Police, however, tracked him down and he was arrested after a 20-minute police chase and a three-hour standoff.

The Stay family were among some 60,000 Mormons in the Houston area. Haskell was also Mormon and grew up in Alaska, where he was voted “class clown” his senior year in high school. Since the breakup of his marriage, Haskell had been living with his parents in California. He had a record of serious domestic violence:

One of his earliest arrests was in 2008 on suspicion of domestic violence, simple assault and committing an act of violence in front of children. Melannie Lyon told police her husband dragged her out of their bedroom by her hair and hit her in the side of the head.
Haskell said he had only pushed his wife, and that he was stressed from his job. Two of the couple’s children were ages 3 and 5 at the time. Haskell pleaded guilty to an assault charge in the case. . . .
Last October, a protective order filed by Lyon was dismissed when the couple agreed to a mutual restraining order and custody arrangements for their children. The judge said Ron Lee Haskell’s visits would have to be supervised by a psychologist.
Haskell had been living with his parents in San Marcos, California, before he traveled to Texas this week. He and his parents have a history of domestic disturbances, police records show.
As recently as July 2, Haskell allegedly choked his mother and threatened to kill her. Court documents say Haskell was upset that she was talking to his ex-wife. Karla Haskell reported to police her son “told me he was going to kill me, my family and any officer who stops him.” She filed a domestic violence protective order, and San Diego County Sheriff’s Department detectives looked for Haskell for several days but never found him, the department said this week. . . .

A sadly familiar story of escalating violence and the failure of law enforcement to recognize the danger signs. You might think when a man chokes his mother and threatens to kill her, when he has a prior record for assault and is already under a restraining order from his ex-wife, he would be locked up immediately. But no — it’s California: Turn him loose, so he can go kill six people in Texas.

 

Category: Crime

Stupid Vicious Criminal Scum

Posted on | July 11, 2014 | 49 Comments

Left to right: Marisela Pacheco, Ruben Archunde, Jessica Gallegos

Marisela Narango Pacheco’s boyfriend was in jail in Tucson, Arizona. Her boyfriend’s buddy Ruben Estevan Archunde had just been released from jail and was awaiting trial on an auto theft charge. They came up with an idea of how to get the money to bail out Pacheco’s boyfriend — armed robbery — and so they called for a taxi.

Timothy Royce, 27, was a driver for Yellow Cab. He was an Army veteran, and his fianceé was four months pregnant with their son. On the night of March 5, 2008, Royce picked up Pacheco, Archunde and his girlfriend, Marisela Narango Pacheco, a 16-year-old runaway. Archunde shot Royce twice with a .45-caliber pistol and left him in an alley. The trio of robbers got Royce’s wallet and $5.

Five dollars. He died for $5.

The murder was reported in the Tucson newspaper. Pacheco and Archunde “went to the jail to show her boyfriend the Arizona Daily Star’s article on the slaying so he could know what they had done for him.” On a digital recording of that meeting, Pacheco can be heard loudly proclaiming “I was there too!” Pacheco also told her sister-in-law about the crime, and the sister-in-law called the cops.

This murder was featured on the A&E network’s The First 48, a reality show that is actually about reality: Camera crews follow around homicide investigators as they obtain evidence and testimony, interrogate suspects and, usually, solve the murder.

The First 48 is fascinating to watch because the murders these real-life detectives investigate are nothing like the exciting, suspenseful thrillers that are the subject of fictional TV crime dramas. There are no mysteries, no elaborate conspiracies. No, the victims on The First 48 are usually people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time and got shot, beaten or stabbed to death by stupid, vicious criminal scum. Sometimes it’s a drug deal gone wrong. Sometimes it’s a beef between rival hoodlums. Other times, it’s just a robbery like the one that led to the murder of Tucson cab driver Timothy Royce.

Gallegos was sentenced to seven years in prison, Pacheco was sentenced to 22 years in prison, and Archunde got life without parole, spared the death penalty because he had a bad childhood:

Margaret DiFrank, a mitigation specialist hired by Archunde’s attorneys, David Basham and James Fullin, spent months collecting information on Archunde’s background. She found that:
• Archunde’s mother gave birth to five children between the ages of 14 and 21. Archunde was the second-eldest.
• Archunde attended four schools in kindergarten alone, the longest for three months.
• Archunde’s father was sent to prison when Archunde was 6, for child molestation.
• Archunde’s mother moved to New Mexico when Archunde was 8, leaving her children behind with a grandmother.
• Archunde became a ward of the state at the age of 12 and made his first suicide attempt.
In sentencing Archunde, [Judge Richard] Fields said Archunde “was abused and abandoned more than anyone would wish upon their least favorite creature,” and that led to his creating “street families” to fill the void.

Whatever. Why is it that it’s only after they kill somebody that we learn about the horrendous childhood experiences of stupid vicious scum like Ruben Archunde? Why can’t police figure out that some animals are too dangerous to be turned loose on the streets? They actually had this particular scum in custody, jailed for auto theft, and turned him loose just days before he shot Timothy Royce.

Unlike the suspense-filled TV crime dramas, there’s no moral to this story. Just a dead cab driver and his son — now nearly 6 years old — growing up without a father, because of stupid vicious criminal scum.

 

Category: Crime

Rape Without Context

Posted on | July 11, 2014 | 41 Comments

Perusing the #fem2 (feminist) hashtag, I found a post at @TheNib that tells the story of a woman’s rape, in a way that makes no sense.

Go read the whole thing and try to figure it out. The guy “hovered over” her — where? — and told her she was “pretty,” had sex with her after she said “no,” and she made the guy breakfast the next morning.

The End.

Who is this guy? When did this happen? How did they meet and where were they when he “hovered over” her? We could speculate that this happened while she was a college student, and the incident transpired in a coed dorm or a shared apartment. The guy was, maybe, a friend of one of her male roommates? But this is mere speculation — a wild guess — because the author does not provide enough facts to place the incident in context. What is omitted and why?

But enough with the deliberate obtuseness — we actually know why she’s telling this story. In the context of the “rape culture” discourse being promoted by feminists, we frequently encounter the situation where a drunk college boy is accused of raping a drunk college girl. In his defense, the boy says their sexual activity was consensual, and points out that in the immediate aftermath of the alleged crime, the girl didn’t say she was raped or act hostile toward him. Often times, in this scenario, the boy has text messages or emails from the girl showing that she continued to be friendly. Only later, perhaps many weeks or months later, did she say it was rape.

What the teller of the “I Made Him Breakfast” story intends to convey is that friendly post-coital gestures can mean something else. Just because she was nice to the guy the morning after, doesn’t mean the sex was consensual. And without arguing with her basic point, I remain troubled by the lack of context: What is omitted and why? If we knew everything — the whole story, the names, the date, the location, etc. — how would that affect our perception of her story?

Rape is a felony in every state. Such crimes should be prosecuted. Telling stories on the Internet is a poor substitute for prosecution, and probably won’t do anything to solve the problem.

 

Category: Crime, Feminism, Sex

Buy It Now: ‘The Last Falangist’ Review; Wombat Shows the Hard Face

Posted on | July 11, 2014 | 57 Comments

In case you don’t recognize the name Kevin Trainor, he is our very own Wombat, the co-blogger who compiles the daily “Live at Five” headline roundup and now the author of The Last Falangist: Essays on Culture and Politics in America — CLICK HERE TO BUY NOW.

Wombat points out in the introduction that he is not actually a member of the Franco’s Movimiento Nacional, just a very conservative Catholic from a military background. Nor is his book merely a compendium of reactionary nostalgia, despite the fact that much of it was written in the Good Old Days, when George W. Bush was president and almost nobody outside Chicago had ever heard of a guy named Barack Hussein Obama. It is a shock to realize that this time in history now seems almost as distant as the era of the Generalissimo’s rule in Spain.

How far back does The Last Falangist go, you ask? On Page 59, we find an entry from January 2005 that begins thus:

“I’ve been thinking about the long comment Allahpundit left on Michele’s old blog . . .”

Yes: In 2005, there was no HotAir.com and Allahpundit was just another dude hanging out in the blogosphere.

The Last Falangist: Essays on Culture and Politics in America
ONLY $1.99! CLICK HERE TO BUY NOW!

Excuse the heavy-duty sales hype, but the purpose of publishing an ebook is to sell the ebook to people who will read the ebook, and supporting our ethos of shameless capitalism compels me to point out that such a transaction requires that you actually click the link. (Although there are still a few old-timers like Wombat and me, the online world nowadays is crawling with noobz who don’t understand how this here innerwebs stuff works.) If living well is the best revenge, surviving long enough to tell the story of the people who f–ked you over is maybe the second-best revenge, and did I ever mention that Wombat is divorced?

Hate was not an option. Hate was the enemy. Hate had to be ruthlessly suppressed, choked off, buried so deep nobody outside my skin could find it. Hate was weakness, because to hate someone, you must care what happens to them, and I no longer cared. . . .
The only option was to soldier on, show the hard face, and cultivate apathy like a poisonous plant. F–k It. Drive On.

This is not just excellent prose, it’s also an expression of Stoic philosophy. To “show the hard face,” as Wombat so brilliantly describes it, is to deprive bad people of the sadistic pleasure they ordinarily get from f–king other people over. If you can “cultivate apathy” toward the Evil Lying Bitch From Hell, you win.

The Last Falangist: Essays on Culture and Politics in America
ONLY $1.99! CLICK HERE TO BUY NOW!

Of course, this isn’t Charlie Sheen-style “winning,” and if Wombat is cavorting with porn starlets half his age, he is being awful secretive about it, but what other options are available? Toward the end of The Last Falangist — Page 114, to be exact — we find Wombat returning to the subject to acknowledge the pain:

The whole point of having a mother and a father working together is so that you have backup when one of you drops the ball; the other one is there to quickly scoop up the errant pigskin or maybe make the catch and run it in. Unfortunately, divorce screws up that neat metaphor, because all of a sudden Mom and Dad aren’t really on the same team any more. . . .
When you and the Mrs. are constantly fighting over every little thing, when a lot of her energy is going toward building up the new boyfriend and tearing you down for not being a passive, enabling doormat, it becomes damn near impossible. Because the kids know what’s going on. They may not understand it, but they know.

If “the personal is political,” as the feminists insist, what is the politics of Stoicism? It might involve an indifference to the endless whining of self-declared Victims of Society, the people who insist that they are oppressed by the rest of us, as if we don’t have enough problems of our own to keep us busy, as if we had time to bother discriminating against them — Social Injustice as a hobby.

The Last Falangist: Essays on Culture and Politics in America
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Did I mention that Wombat is not only Hispanic on his mother’s side, but also Jewish? Yep: His maternal ancestry is traceable to the Sephardic “crypto-Jews” of New Mexico, as we learn on Page 81 of The Last Falangist, so if you don’t buy his book, you’re not only a xenophobic anti-Latino yanqui bigot, but also a Jew-hater. Such is the logic of the Obama Age, where all opposition to the president’s policies is explained by the mainstream media as a byproduct of some kind of irrational hate. It is therefore amusing to read Wombat’s reaction (Page 73) to a Jay Rosen essay:

His point that bloggers rely on the MSM for news collection is very well taken, but he goes astray when he elides the distinction between bloggers who attack media bias because they can’t stand the hypocritical claim of objectivity and conservative bloggers who want the Gang of 500 taken out, shot, and impaled as a warning to others who cross the Right-Wing Death Beast Party. There are certainly bloggers in the latter category, but the former type can be found all over the political spectrum, and a lot of us agree that the problem would go away for us if ABC/CBS/CNN/NBC/PBS would just come out of the closet and admit they’re a bunch of Democrats.

That was written in 2004. Sic semper hoc.

Such flashback reminders of what has changed (and what hasn’t) in the past decade are scattered through The Last Falangist, and if you won’t spend $1.99 to enjoy the excellence of Wombat’s insightful analysis, you’re obviously an agent of the Comintern.

Do not smirk, Comrade — despite the title of Wombat’s book, there are probably still a few other Falangist holdouts, and you subversives will regret it if Movimiento Nacional gets their hands on you.

 

 

Category: Books

What Were They Thinking?

Posted on | July 11, 2014 | 55 Comments

Why would the editors of Esquire assign Tom Junod — or anybody else, for that matter — to write “In Praise of 42-Year-Old Women”? And, having made that assignment, why would they not demand a re-write after he turned in a horrifying mess that begins thus:

Let’s face it: There used to be something tragic about even the most beautiful forty-two-year-old woman. With half her life still ahead of her, she was deemed to be at the end of something — namely, everything society valued in her, other than her success as a mother. If she remained sexual, she was either predatory or desperate; if she remained beautiful, what gave her beauty force was the fact of its fading. And if she remained alone … well, then God help her.

What is the purpose of publishing this? Never mind. Here’s some advice for magazine publishers everywhere: Before you assign or publish an article, ask yourself, “Will this article be more enjoyable than the Gawker blog post viciously mocking the article?”

Tom Junod, according to Wikipedia, was born in the Eisenhower Administration, and is currently either 55 or 56 years old. Nevertheless, Tom Junod is gracious enough to admit he’s capable of wanting to f–k women who are within 13 or 14 years of his own age.
I, myself, by coincidence, am 42 years old right now. But I am male. As such, I would like to follow Tom Junod’s lead and reassure all the 28-year-old women of the world that I do not believe their advanced years should render them sexually unattractive to me.

Read the whole thing — the Gawker piece, I mean, not the Esquire article.

 

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