Mark Minter takes on Marriage, Mangina Manservants and America’s Matriarchal Infrastructure
Mark Minter’s worst nightmare
Today I’m feeling lazy, so I’m just going to pass along some thoughts from Mark Minter, a fellow best known, insofar as he is known, for leaving melodramatic manospherian manifestos – look, three “m’s” in a row! — in other people’s comments sections. I’ve written about him before – twice! — and he’s recently returned to his old habit of leaving his droppings in the comments here.
This little masterpiece of purplish prose, however, was left in the comments section of Roosh V’s Return of Kings blog (and brought to my attention by a commenter here), where he gets a much friendlier reception than he gets in these parts. His topic: Returning to the United States after spending time abroad. (I’ve cut out big chunks of his comments, as Minty is a tad long-winded.)
I have been back 3 years and I do not seek to engage America in any way. I stay home, on the internet. I shop in the middle of the night for food. When I must be out in the day, I move quickly, efficiently. I interact little with this society that I am no longer a part of. Some of that is age but a lot of is that I have killed my American self and I feel no affection for it, no loyalty to it, and I shall discard it forever, soon. The only connection is feel to it is you, you band of renegade rebels to whom I feel a kindred spirit.
We few, we happy few, we band of douchebags!
Despite the claims of feminists, America is the Matriarchy, the land owned and dominated by women and their mangina menservants, their guards, their infrastructure that so caters to them, their laws.
Yes, it’s true. Along with its mangina manservants — hi, everybody! — America has a Matriarchal Infrastructure. For example, this power plant, located just outside Dacron, Ohio, is devoted entirely to providing electricity for women’s Hitachi Magic Wands.
Anyway, back to Mark’s riveting ruminations:
You see it when upon landing in America. In other places, immigration is almost a “lip service”, a gang of sorts to get money from you when you arrive and when you leave. The security you must pass, when entering. is almost a joke compared to what you encounter when you arrive in America. And it is far greater when you leave, those airlines and airport security forces have a procedure that is not so much that the idea of the country you are leaving, but rather the dictates of America, and its women.
Clearly, only women want border security. If it were up to men, anyone could just waltz in no questions asked, carrying bombs, heroin, large snakes, strange insects, bootleg t.A.T.u. CDs, what have you.
And here you are not a man, but a functionary, a manservant, a slave to women. You see it when you arrive, you feel it, you know it, that stripping of your masculine dignity that begins the moment you leave the plane and enter an American terminal, that herding, that loss of the you that is you. And you see it as you come out on these clean, lit streets, this great giant boring shopping mall, all designed for women, all policed for women, all at the behest of women and those manginas that have bought in … .
Damn you, America and your good lighting! Fuck you and your infernal lack of litter!
It is more than merely cultural, more than social, it is even biological. This matriarchy has dominated even nature here, controlled every last aspect, even the dirt, even the germs, all of the animals, and certainly, all of the men.
It’s true. ALL OF THE ANIMALS. Even my cats are women. Spoiled, pampered women who expect everything handed to them on a silver platter!
Well, not so much a silver platter as little paper plates. Also, I make them poop in a box. But you get the idea.
If you stay, you will remain in angst, a slave to women.
When I close my eyes the image I see is elsewhere.
Weird. I see the completely unilluminated inside of my eyelids, which is not a terribly interesting view.
And when I die, the fact I got to live elsewhere for a time, will dwarf what I feel about here. It is the basis of my rants about marriage and this American life as a married man being insipid, stupid, and a waste of the life of man. Because it ties you to here, it chains you, it removes your option, your hope, that you might leave, and seals your fate as a slave.
So, I guess … don’t get married then? Problem solved!
I don’t think the women of Matriarchal America are going to miss out greatly from you removing yourself from the marriage market. So, seriously, go right ahead.
NOTE: There is no Dacron, Ohio.
Posted on April 23, 2013, in antifeminism, crackpottery, drama kings, imaginary backwards land, imaginary oppression, kitties, manginas, marriage strike, matriarchy, men who should not ever be with women ever, misogyny, oppressed men, PUA, rhymes with roosh, western women suck and tagged antifeminism, cats, misogyny, pick-up artists, pickup artists, PUA. Bookmark the permalink. 1,037 Comments.
Ah, poop buckets. He’s on to our feminist control-all-the-dirt conspiracy.
Hilarious post! I’ve been reading your blog for a while, but this is my first time commenting!
Quick question: I just joined WordPress, and I was wondering, does it have a large/significant MRA community? I ask because I started a feminist-slanted book review blog a few days ago, and I already seem to have a hate-follower.
The cat on the right has a Hitler mustache…
FEMICATZI!!!
You know, I spent most of my childhood and adolescence in countries where I was not a citizen (and not of the same race as most citizens), and I’ve spent a good chunk of my adult life as an ex-pat too, and yet somehow I never felt the urge to skulk around like a fugitive who’s involved in a terrorist cell. One does have to wonder if therapy might be more useful to Minty than interacting with other paranoid weirdos all the time.
“When I must be out in the day, I move quickly, efficiently.”
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Numpty thinks he’s some sort of ninja. Or Tom Cruise, maybe.
so merely a few hundred km’s south of me lies what would be a large, utopian feminist paradise but for the fact that mark minter is currently in it. America – when he leaves again, call me.
Does he mean the United States or some other country in America?
Edmonton has a ginormous shopping mall.
Yet another MRA idiot blames his terrible unhappiness on women as a way of avoiding having to deal with it productively. Film at eleven.
Yes, all the lipservice immigration everywhere else… oh right, I forgot, Canada is overrun with feminists and their mangina servitors! This must be why it’s taking me so long to get my paperwork processed and why I’ve been turned back at the border before and I get questioned every time I fly in. It’s all becoming clear! It is the terrible work of Teh Matriarchy!!!!1!!11!
Also hello I guess? I don’t think I’ve commented before, but I follow via RSS and read ALL THE THINGS <3
You know… it’s weird how things like cleanliness, or security get coded female by this guy… so weird.
Where are my manservants? And why aren’t the birds doing as I say?
Alas! For I am but a sorry excuse for a woman.
Also, I just realized that Disney’s Snow White is the matriarchy, as our little boobilla would describe it.
I’m sure he’d much prefer to wrangle his shopping bags into the car in total darkness when he goes on his midnight shopping trips.
STREETLIGHTS ARE SLAVERY
I find midnight shopping unsatisfactory because so many places are closed.
Except for the women-only stores, which I know about because the hivemind told me.
Cats eye lights on the freeway? The ultimate misandry, because not only is it nanny state womanly concern about security being imposed on the manly men, but also cats.
@Sir Bodsworth Rugglesby III, that deserves an Oscar Wilde quote, now, I’m trying for block quotes, but I’m new at this, so be kind.
Fingers crossed.
@Kittehserf, book ordered, thank you :)
Great quote (and blockquote)!
Yay, did you order the Moote book?
I wrote a fan letter to him back in the day. He even answered! :)
I keep expecting the cats in the picture to start snapping their fingers.
There is a very West Side Story vibe going on in that image.
When you’re a Cat,
You’re a Cat all the way
From your first kibble pack
To your last dyin’ day.
Kittehserf, yup, that’s the one, although delivery might take a while. Closest I got to anyone famous was a PM from somegreybloke on youtube, my British politeness meant I had to reply, then I felt like a stalker, wow Internet etiquette is hard:)
Well played. Then I guess the Sharks would be a gang of dogs?
The Sharks.
opheliamonarch, I just had the horrid feeling that if any historians of Louis’s reign talk to each other, they might have said “Did that woman email you too … ?” :D
katz, could be, or maybe another mob of kitties? Sort of like the war between the cat realms in the Kingdom of Carbonel.
Or, if they haven’t the numbers, maybe these kitties will play the Sharks as well, a la Hamish MacBeth.
Oh I love that pic!
Minty Fresh is certainly full of himself. “No, fellow sufferers, it is too painful to be in this land of slavery! I must away to Thailand for …reasons! Try not to languish without me too much!”
Kittehserf, no one I know ever heard of Carbonel, I have it on audiobook even!
Um, Minty? Should you manage to go out in daylight, get thee to a therapist. Even agoraphobic nocturnal ninjas need to go out in daylight sometimes (damnit that’d make more sense if I was still using my ninja avatar)
A.L. — are you calling the US more of a feminist utopia than Canada? Because no. Everything else aside, y’all have universal healthcare.
Where the hell is that draft coming from?! (Oh gods the US does have a draft and it’s happening in my bedroom!)
“When I must be out in the day, I move quickly, efficiently. I interact little with this society that I am no longer a part of. Some of that is age but a lot of is that I have killed my American self and I feel no affection for it, no loyalty to it, and I shall discard it forever…”
Translation: The world has evolved and left me behind. We are now living in the present, which saddens me greatly, because I can no longer cash in on my priviledge the way men were openly allowed in the old timey days. So, I will say nothing in meatspace, because I would be demonized as a sexist individual in mainstream culture. Instead, I will post my scorn on the internet, sorrowful that America doesn’t put my needs and wants above others who belong to other demographics. Pity me…
“And here you are not a man, but a functionary, a manservant, a slave to women.”
Who? Where? What?
“You see it when you arrive, you feel it, you know it, that stripping of your masculine dignity that begins the moment you leave the plane and enter an American terminal, that herding, that loss of the you that is you. And you see it as you come out on these clean, lit streets, this great giant boring shopping mall, all designed for women, all policed for women, all at the behest of women and those manginas that have bought in … .”
There is no shame in seeking therapy, fella. Seriously.
“It is more than merely cultural, more than social, it is even biological. This matriarchy has dominated even nature here, controlled every last aspect, even the dirt, even the germs, all of the animals, and certainly, all of the men.”
Wow. What dimension is this?
There are many different varieties of MRA. Minty is of the “get off that cross, honey, we need the wood” subspecies.
I missed the bit about matriarchy dominating germs. I guess this part of the great feminist conspiracy is being enacted via overuse of anti-bacterial hand wash?
That scented hand gel you bought at Bath and Body works? That’s Penis Oppression Gel, that is.
ophelia (is it okay to abbreviate your nym?), I read the two Carbonel books when I was in primary school – lots of English books in libraries here in the 70s, in fact I’d guess they’d be most of my childhood reading, ‘cept the Silver Brumby series. I still have a copy of the Kingdom and read it on occasion. Don’t think I’d dare try the red mixture to hear what kitties are saying, though. :D
And apparently, when he refers to “…all of the animals.” He means all women have powers that rival The BeastMaster.”
“That scented hand gel you bought at Bath and Body works? That’s Penis Oppression Gel, that is.”
Now I want to go buy some. Because I’m mean and nasty.
Hey, I did want to be Doctor Doolittle when I was about 6.
I don’t suppose that’s the Beast Master as in Andre Norton’s book, is it? Or more the mythical Master of Beasts?
I think Mads and Fribs would smirk if I told ‘em I have powers that go further than “not opening the fridge instantly on demand”.
Yeah, me too, Cassandra.
I liked the PushmePullyou – can’t remember anything else about the film and didn’t read the books. :)
No, you got it, Kitteh. I was thinking of Andre Norton’s creation — which has become a second rate film that shows occassionally on U.S. TV channels like TBS…starring Marc Singer.
Then again, that was more “OMG giant snail and all the animals are my friends!” and less “I will force all the animals to do my bidding via the evil power of my vagina”.
@CassandraSays, I heard (on the underground feminist gynocracy interweb) that they added special chemicals to lube that transform men into helpless manginas.
They filmed it?
Eurgh. Glad I didn’t see that. Loved the book, I’m happy to leave it like that.
Though I like Catseye better, of course. ;)
Oh, the Beastmaster movie is hilarious. It’s right up there with Showgirls in the unintentionally awesome but not for the reasons the filmmakers intended stakes.
*furiously scribbling shopping list*
Hang on – is this film supposed to have anything to do with Norton’s book? I just looked it up and there’s no overlap at all past the name. It’s basic sword and sorcery stuff, not about a Native American commando on another planet after Earth’s been destroyed in a war.
Kittehserf, it’s my favourite, but yeah the red mixture, I’d hate to think :) Anna Massey reads it on the iTunes version, and it’s childhood in an MP3.
The movie is hilarious, but god damn, those ferrets were awesome. Codo and Podo were their names.
Oh, and of course, Ophelia, sorry :)
I don’t think it’s meant to be based on the book? It was one of those cash in on the popularity of Conan projects as far as I can tell.
OK, this is true, it did make me want a pet ferret for a while.
Mr Open Source Boob Project cured me of that wish for all time, just by the power of association. Now every time I hear “ferret” I think “creepy manipulative weirdo”.
Okay Beastmaster/Carbonel/Dr Doolittle, that is becoming one strange mash-up.
Uh, it’s LOOSELY based on Norton’s character’s kitteh. Loosely.
Yeah, I just read “loosely” … gawd, that’s stretching the definition of the word. I didnt know it was a synonym for “unrecognisable”! :D
I think I liked Catseye a bit better than The Beast Master because the animals and Troy actually talked to each other – telepathically, of course, but in words. It made it more interesting to me than the non-verbal connection in TBM.
Always wanted to see a horse with Rain’s colouring, though. :)
I have the pleasure of not knowing what the Mr Open Boob Source Boob Project is.
Lucky!
I bought a ton a couple of years ago at Bath and Body Works, I can share.
Errr…I guess I meant, Mr. Open Source Boob Project.
No please, I don’t need to know what it actually is. I just hate typos.
Do you think if we offered some to Chloe the potential aromatherapy benefits might help calm her down?
@CassandraSays: “One does have to wonder if therapy might be more useful to Minty than interacting with other paranoid weirdos all the time.”
–& possibly (probably) medication. Sounds like the guy thinks he’s in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.
It’s like he lives in Resident Evil, but all the zombies are feminists.
To me, it sounds like Minter is in the middle of of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers,” the film starring Donald Sutherland, of course, 1978.
“I bought a ton a couple of years ago at Bath and Body Works, I can share.”
But will you have enough left then? There are a lot of penises to be kept oppressed.
Are we talking about hand rub or lube now? Although I’m wondering if the gynocracy couldn’t just put something in the water? Maybe we could send them suggestions?
I don’t think Bath and Body works sells lube…
I wouldn’t wish playing Mintyboy on Donald Sutherland … or any actor, come to think of it.
Could this be the vision of the Catpocalypse Minty saw on returning to the US?
Though I don’t think Minty really needs to fear the Zombie Catpocalypse.
Shadow – perfect! :D
ophelia – “Although I’m wondering if the gynocracy couldn’t just put something in the water? Maybe we could send them suggestions?”
Were you reading here in NWOslave’s day? He was always on about flouride (note spelling) in the water and all the turribul things it does. I’m pretty sure the gynocracy has it all covered.