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.
Ha. Goodnight everyone. Gotta go to sleep.
He goes out at night? Isn’t he afraid of straw feminists leaping out from behind dumpsters?
I need to go to sleep but first OMG ANDRE NORTON. She made me want to have telepathic animals so, so bad when I was a kid!
@CassandraSays,
Well, lube’s for the body isn’t it? I think it’s a missed marketing opportunity, that’s all I’m saying.
*sings* ‘what the world needs now is lube sweet lube….’Or I’m just obsessed with sex :)
@Kittehserf, loved the poem by the way, yeah, you’re right, they got it covered, I mean swallow the red pill man, have you seen all them chem trails?
Anyway, sleepy time, think I’ll regress to childhood, put on my Carbonel audiobook, and pretend the worlds as lovely as you chaps, nighty, night.x
The highlight of my evening was reading his speech like this (starts at about 1:45):
@BitterSweet – That’s perfect. lol
So I guess he missed out on Singapore and its ferocious litter laws and trash cans of misandry during his world travels.
Well, to be fair, the government there has dipped its toe into matchmaking, which would make at least one MRA happy.
What a weirdly boring afterlife.
Ahhh Singapore. Lovely place, but the whole time I was there I just felt this really oppressive nature about it’s perfection. And that was when I was a teen, before I knew anything about the country.
Kiwi girl, great to see you posting again! How’ve you been?
Annabanana, welcome! Here’s your Official Manboobz Welcome Package, all bundled together for your convenience by cloudiah.
I can’t answer your question about whether WordPress is particularly MRA infested. My guess would be that mentioning feminism is enough to get trolls looking, but that’s all it is, a guess. I’ve never had haters on my blog, but they probably wouldn’t bother with it, because of the subject matter (and miniscule readership).
Do you have your comments set to go through moderation before posting? That’s about all I can think of at present. You can put the hater’s email address into the filter so at least it’ll be caught.
I’m not entirely sure this guy knows what “lip service” means. Or much at all.
My time there was a strange experience. I was working helping to set up a manufacturing line, so I spent a large portion of my time in a run-downish factory with people getting paid very little. And when the day was done it was back to a swank hotel and miles of underground shopping malls. It was disconcerting; this shiny, distracting gloss overlaying a darker reality. Spooky, but not nearly as disturbing as manufacturing in China. Now that was bad. Shudder…
I missed that, but yeah, that’s an … interesting … meaning he gives to lip service.
It’s probably a good thing he does only go out at night. Fewer people have to put up with him that way. (Can anyone see Mr Ninja Numpty Hero ever going to therapy? That would imply there’s something wrong with him or his ideas! Therapy is part of the gynocracy’s undermining of manly menz and manly bacteria!)
Matriarchy controls the dirt and the germs and the animals. This is obviously a metaphor, but for what I haven’t the foggiest.
@ Shadow
Seconded. It’s a weird, uncanny valley place. First time there I was maybe 10 or 11 and even then I was all, there’s something not quite right about this place. It’s like walking around in a Philip K Dick story, especially if you know what a majority-Chinese city should normally feel like.
Does the matriarchy control the clouds? Because I want to complain to someone if it does, it hasn’t been working properly for ages and I signed my membership papers all good and proper, in triplicate!
Was it a feeling of being watched, in Singapore – almost like Big Brother really was watching you?
@kittehserf
Damn, I missed nwoslave on fluoride. Did he find our about our chemtrail plots too?
The truth is that I feel Minty’s pain. He has to shield himself from constant hordes of sexy women trying to marry him behind his back. It must be alienating. (I don’t want to blame the victim, but all that efficient walking is lady catnip). I think we a should start a “keep Minty unmarried” charity to show our support (I might still have that furry fedora to donate for the cause).
Have you ever been to an ideal home exhibition? It’s kind of like that, crossed with a shopping mall with way too many security guards. On the surface very pretty, very wealthy, but this abiding sense that it’s not quite real. It feels like a sci-fi dystopia.
The whole time my Dad was working there he kept running off to Vietnam and Thailand every chance he got just to escape the weirdness.
Maude – I think a Keep Minty Unmarried charity is an excellent idea. Perhaps one of those, what are they, kickstarters? But no bitcoins.
“(I don’t want to blame the victim, but all that efficient walking is lady catnip).”
Memo to self: remind Sir to be very careful about when he chooses to walk efficiently.
Second memo to self: find out what efficient walking actually is.
Or, for anyone who’s been to Dubai – like that but even weirder, and you’re scared that if you accidentally step out of line you might be whisked off to a reeducation camp for people who litter.
It sounds like the robot theme park (like Westworld) set in a display home. Or a shiny-clean sunny tropics version of Blade Runner, if that isn’t too oxymoronic.
Probably the least sinister/dramatic way to describe it would be to imagine a whole city that feels like a shopping mall. Dubai at least has bits where you can step away from the fakey glitz (or it used to), but Singapore is just weird, especially once you realize all the exploited migrant labor that’s holding the whole thing afloat (so again, like Dubai).
The one positive thing I can say is that the food is great, so if you can switch off your brain it’s a good foodie destination.
That’s pretty much how I’d think of both places, actually – too much like huge shopping malls. They’re certainly not places I’d want to visit. Too much heat to go outside, for one thing!
But yeah, the less meta point is that if Minty thinks Asia is a giant sex playground where there are no rules? Try dropping a chewing gum wrapper in Singapore, see what happens. Or just take your trash out on the wrong day in Tokyo (failure to follow trash protocol is serious business).
If I was as evil as he thinks feminists are I’d try to sell him on the money making opportunities inherent in smuggling drugs in or out of Thailand.
CassandraSays – Hee. I explained my time in Singapore to a friend of mine as a daily exercise in not becoming an urban legend. On the plane over it was never-ending horror stories about draconian punishments and chewing gum bans, which we all brushed off… Until you realized everything was bright and shiny and regimented. We got much more hyper-vigilant about slips of paper and crossing the street.
It’s the shininess that bothers me, I think. I always end up walking around going “no real city looks like this”. It makes me WANT to litter, or commit some sort of minor act of anti-social behavior, just to break the feeling of artificial perfection – brings out my inner teenager big-time.
The affair of that boy who got caned for vandalizing cars in Singapore was a big disincentive to me to ever go there, not because vandalizing cars is a pastime for me, but because it seemed draconian, cruel and unusual.
But I guess I’m a soft Yankee who’d only have to face fines and a bit of prison time if I went tagging.
Also? Wikipedia says the strokes-for-graffiti law was passed in an effort to quell political graffiti. WAY BAD MAN.
At least they don’t go crazy once a year.
God, imagine how racist that would be, to replace all those white actors with Asians? Jesus.
So… if there’s no Dacron, Ohio, then why does it sound vaguely familiar? Are you just trying to confuse everyone here with that red herring about Hitachi Magic Wands?
*checks Wikipedia*
Oh, I see there’s an Akron, Ohio. Does it have a coal power plant?
Aw, dammit! All I’ve ever wanted to do was tempt Minty across the border into a Canadian-style mangina manservant marriage.* I was going to force him to do 50% of the housework if we were both working, and make him consult with me before spending his money that he earned on sports cars and fancy toys for himself (like it’s somehow household money and not Man Money)… Crap. Now I need a new hobby. Like bridge.
*Exactly like an American mangina manservant marriage, but with better beer.
What?! Mark Minter is off the marriage market? Scandalous. I was sure that those airport security checks that women put in would change his mind. We were going to marry him to a woman named Helga and he was to be her man servant. Oh well.
He’ll need this recipe. Seeing as he’s sworn off women and all.
Now I’m hungry.
“(I don’t want to blame the victim, but all that efficient walking is lady catnip).”
Does walking briskly count? I walk briskly so good. Yeah, you like that.
That recipe is hardly manly enough. Try this one:
Sometimes I wish I could control germs, like at a park playground when another mom tells me, “Don’t worry about my son’s rash. I’m sure it is totally unrelated to his fever and sore throat”. I just need to use the powers of misandry to make the strep bacteria disappear!
Note to self: Buy some Canadian beer next time I see it.
Since I can’t afford to go to Munich, I should go to Tulsa, OK sometime to try some of the fancy German beers at the Oktoberfest. It’s supposed to be the best.
Oh, and I’m still laughing at the idea that US infrastructure is a tool of matriarchal oppression. It makes me imagine some guy screaming at the Hoover Dam or the Brooklyn Bridge.
Viaducts and overpasses are misandry!
Annabanana, I’m on WordPress and linked to from David’s blog, and I’ve only had one MRA try to comment. All new commenters are moderated, so he never made it through. That tends to discourage them. I think your hate follower might be a fluke!
And welcome to delurking. Hope you enjoy your welcome package.
Yesss!!! He’s Going His Own Way guys! One less pest to worry about. Party?
This is a guy who scuttles to and from his house late at night, avoiding people because their existence upsets him. He obviously can’t be trusted with the administration of all the animals, let alone the germs, so shouldn’t complain when the matriarchs do it for him.
I think another new poster got missed back on page 1 (maybe the post was held in moderation til the first page was full-up?). Anyway:
kyrosion! Welcome! Here’s your Official Manboobz Welcome Package, as gathered into one easy-carry set by our own cloudiah.
I do feel a little sorry for him though. I mean, what kind of existence is that? Avoiding everyone, hating everyone. Who honestly wants to walk around feeling hate and anger all the time?
@Mouse I thought that too. And sometimes reading about mras here, you realise these guys are so stupid, it’s almost emabarrassing how easy it is to laugh at them. However, they’re also nasty bigots so… tough.
Ooh! Ooh! I’m new too :D Sorry I haven’t really introduced myself. I’m actually a little nervous to comment. My way of dealing with that is to just dive in head first. Anyway, hi everyone. Long time lurker and avid reader of Manboobz.
I agree. I’m not implying that they shouldn’t be mocked for being such insensitive, horrible jerks. I just find it shocking that they’d rather walk aroung angry and isolated, loyal to their bigotry than…..I dunno, create a happy life? Build relationships? It’s sad.
Welp, it was bound to happen!
Minty seems to be your average sun-fearing shut-in (hi) and tries to play it off as some noble oppressed… fighter… thing.
And his ‘claenliness is misandry’ thing doesn’t seem very well thought-out. I mean, what if, when sneaking around like a ninja, he trips over his own feet and smacks his head open on the concrete? If it weren’t for hygiene he’d wind up getting gangrene all over himself and it will have to be cut away and be really painful. (From ‘true stories my mother told me whilst spraying iodine over my cuts and scrapes’. Or is that a misandric source? :P )
As for creepy places: Poundbury, Dorset. It looks like an ordinary Dorset market town that has undergone extreme middle-class-ness (all the shops are organic delis and stuff) and it seems to have a rich and varied history with buildings from various eras and with features of those eras.
Then you look closer. Those buildings are too clean and tidy. You realise they’re no older than 40 years. There’s something just wrong about a brand-new tudor cottage next to a brand-new victorian villa next to a brand-new georgian townhouse…
Then there’s what I’ve heard about Prince Charles (it’s his pet project) looking through the windows of houses at random to see if the residents are getting along happily. *shudder*
@Mouse
Welcome! And don’t be nervous, our jagged teeth are strictly ornamental. I swear! :P
@CWS
*shudder* is right. Makes me think of the Simpson’s Halloween episode when Ned becomes the ruler of the world :P
Mouse: Ooh! Ooh! I’m new too :D Sorry I haven’t really introduced myself. I’m actually a little nervous to comment. My way of dealing with that is to just dive in head first. Anyway, hi everyone. Long time lurker and avid reader of Manboobz.
Welcome. Diving in headfirst is what I do. Yes, I am nervous, but it’s about the only way to ever get around to doing it.
bionicmommy: Re beer. I find canadian beers meh. Their mass market stuff is much like US mass market beer. I find most of the regional to be a bit underhopped, and oddly malted.
Beer is a lot like sex, everyone likes what they like.
@Bagelsan,
Oh Bagelsan, you’ve got me all of a flutter *fans self*.
Don’t tell Mr.M, will you?I’ve managed to fool him into thinking it’s only his sprightly little shufflings that do it for me.
Over here in the gynocracy we know the truth, I’m just using him for money, until I leave him and claim all that child support.
What’s that? It’s been twenty years and Mr and Ms Monarch have no children?
Well you know us feminists, we’re sneaky, this is the long hustle, oh yeah.
One of these days I’m totally gonna spermjack him, *Evil cackle, mimes hand washing*
@Shadow, do you recommend Moosehead?
@pecunium, I’m not sure what all types of Canadian beer I can find in Joplin. Luckily, Macadoodles rebuilt, and they have an impressive selection of beer from all over. This might be kind of juvenile of me, but I get a kick out of buying beers and wines with funny, sophomoric names.
There is a beer with the name “Poison” with a skull on it, and one named after Vanilla Ice. Best of all, they have Big Lebowski beer. How cool is that? They also have wines named “LOL”, “WTF”, and “LMAO”. I’ll give them one thing. At least they’re not pretentious. And the marketing is effective, because it makes me curious enough to want to buy and try them.
Thanks for the kind words, Pecunium and Shadow. I’m socially anxious, even on the internet I get a little nervous. I try to challenge myself on it as much as possible. Commenting here is just a little step, but a step none the less. I don’t think I’ll have to worry though, I’ve lurked here for a long time and everyone seems lovely =) Anyways, I’m away to hide now :D
As always, how can we miss these people if they never go away?
Dartmouth has cancelled classes after several female protestors have been threatened with rape:
http://thinkprogress.org/health/2013/04/24/1911741/dartmouth-protest-cancels-classes/
ooh, does he sparkle in the sunlight, too?
Kendra: I bought “Bitch” wine last night. The misandry was delicious.
Just finished reading all the comments, and holy crap, Carbonel. Haven’t thought about those books in years. I go to Amazon and OH MY GOD THERE’S A THIRD BOOK NOW.
Carbonel and Calidor (New York Review Children's Collection)
Oh, and I realized something. Don’t most MRA’s always say, “We built you a civilization, women, so you owe us. You have to be submissive and obedient, because men are the architects, contractors, and engineers that make your pampered life possible!” Now they are griping that all of the infrastructure is actually feminist and it makes men unhappy.
I was kidding about the beer thing XD I don’t really drink any mass-market beers from North America. They all kind of taste the same to me. Most of the beer I drink is either Irish or local craft stuff, but I’m sure craft beers from the States would be great too — I’m just not going to find it in stores!
Uh yes actually. I bought a lot of hand cream of all kinds. Mainly cucumber melon because they told me that they were discontinuing it and then they did not discontinue it. I was most annoyed.
He is so efficient, he doesn’t have time for the word “and.”
hellkell, was it “Sweet Bitch”? I’ve been eying that at Specs, but I don’t like sweet wine.
thebionicmommy, I would so buy a beer with “Poison” on it. Since Mr. D is the beer drinker, it would fulfill my misandry quota for the whole week, too.
@hellkell, LOL, I’ve tried Bitch wine before and it wasn’t for me. I couldn’t even drink an entire glass. I did love how pretty the bottle was, though.
Since it’s a trend today…I’ve been lurking for some time as well and it’s probably an appropriate time to conquer my fear of making myself known. I’ll do it in honor of Minty: quickly and efficiently, as it IS daylight, after all.
Hi! I’m 25, female, straight, cis, American midwesterner, and I want to make fun of MRAs and talk about kitties with you guys.
Beer with “poison” written on it sounds like a Spy vs. Spy short. :p
Hi BabyLawyer! Now where’s your welcome basket…
@Mouse, I can so empathise.
I either don’t post at all, or over post in a bid to get over the nerves, doesn’t seem to work though ’cause then I just sit and worry about everything I write.
I’m even worried about welcoming you because I’m painfully aware I’m new too, would it seem arrogant to welcome somebody when you’ve only de-lurked yourself for a couple of days? Curse this lefty, liberal guilt, curse it!
Anyway, off to scrutinise that last sentence, some of that MRA narcissism would be so good right now, imagine having that kind of freedom.
‘I spout whatever poo comes into my tiny little brain, and nary a thought do I give’.
Anyway after reading the article @Chie Satonaka posted (thank you), I’m gonna lower the tone with this lovely mind bleach :)
Stop the presses. I didn’t know there was a welcome basket involved. A GIF-basket, perhaps?
The Official Man Boobz Complimentary Welcome Package!
OMG I successfully made a link. *does a little dance*
Yes! The welcome package includes all the things you need to perpetrate misandry!