This means war! Also, cats.

Ami: *pssssssst*

*looks around carefully to make sure we are all alooooooone at the end of the dark alley in which I have disconnected the spy cams*

Over here!

I have been chosen by the Super Sekrit Feminist Cabal to recruit you for the secret gendercide war we have been waging for the past 150 years.

Our most secret weapon: CATS! No, NOT the musical!

*passes over pink scented ruffly paper*

Here are the secret plans for the next big PENETRATION of MANSPACE! Your mission, should you decide to accept it, will be to deliver these plans to our systers in . . . . SOUTH AMERICA ahahahahah!

And the, on that most holy of holy fymynynsst days March 15 (Susan B. Anthony’s BIRTHDAY), we. will. STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear AntZ and NWOMG,
You are not oppressed. You are just socially maladjusted entitled, pretentious gits who fail at even the most basic interactions with actual people.
You are not martyred, crucified, lashed or even spit on. You have only yourselves to blame for being unable to form lasting or even temporary bonds with women.
We will eventually read about you in the paper as you are shot down in the streets after attacking innocent people and your manifesto will be dissected and mocked nearly universally.

Please seek counseling.

Dear Ami,

Holly, I’ve often wondered what they reckon ‘creepy’ means. You’ve figured it out it seems.

Option 2 is that they recognise that calling dudes “creepy” is an expression of our ability not to be sexually available to any dude who wants us, and We Can’t Have That!

“Our most secret weapon: CATS! No, NOT the musical!”

Cats the musical would be a pretty good weapon, though – some of those songs are almost impossible to get out of my head . . .

NWO, can you give an example of how you, personally, have been oppressed by a woman because of your gender, without generalizing? Give me a specific account of a disgusting act inflicted upon you and stripping you of your rights as a human being.

@Joanna

“NWO, can you give an example of how you, personally, have been oppressed by a woman because of your gender, without generalizing? Give me a specific account of a disgusting act inflicted upon you and stripping you of your rights as a human being.”

I already have, many times. I was denied a job for being a man. I was told this. The woman who got the job was no where in my league of experience, abilty or anything. If it was another man who had her experience (which was merely schooling in management) he wouldn’t have even been interviewed.

These “laws” are made by women, and there are tens of thousands of them that cover every spectrum of life. State violence or oppression lobbied for by women makes women responsible for that violence or oppression.

Never mind women… do any of our resident trolls have significant social bonds with men?

I get the impression it’s been a long time (if ever) since the last barbecue, fishing trip, or even night at the bar with friends for these guys.

Lots of men and genderqueers dislike you =/= there are not loads of men and women who like you.

Although I must say I doubt the second.

How sad is it that NWO’s “loads of men and women like me” rings exactly as hollow as “I’m a metallurgist engineer mechanical genius”?

Funny how my, “maladjustment” always seems to be intrinsically linked to my acceptance by women.

No, you fuckwit, it was because you denied the humanity of your perceived opponents. Did you read what I told you last night? Read it and go away:

Stop posting, NWOSlave. Go back to Spearhead, to Stormfront, to Freep, to Gates of Vienna, to the timecube site with its funky colors on the white graph background and the dude’s yearly lectures that make sense only to him. Go back to street preaching shouting on the corner, for the time is short, and all who repent will be saved, except you, you dirty whore, you know who you are. Go back to the beard, to the robes, to the tricorne hat and “teabagging” said without a trace of irony: dimly you understand that humor is the weapon used against you by your enemies, but as soon as you have the thought, like mercury through your fingers it’s gone. That’s one more nail in the coffin of your righteous anger…that and your confusing feelings toward Sarah Palin.

Go back to Angelfire, to Geocities, to Yahoo, to Juno, go back to when Snow Crash meant a brave new world, go back to playing Shadowrun, go back to Neuromancer, but don’t stay too long, because the fictional Internet is not, shall we say, “your bag,” and because there’s a chick in that book with silver-plated machine eyes and claws like whoah. Go back to dial-up, to fax machines, to WHEEEE-oooo-kshhhhhhhh, to Hunter S Thompson’s mojo wire, to teletype, telegraph, wireless receivers, ham radio, to the crystal set. Go back to ENIAC, to the giant rack of computers in the basement. Go back to vacuum tubes. Go back to the bonfire on the mountain top, to those windmill things that Napoleon invented, to the battle-poetry of the Mongol army, in which (since almost everyone was illiterate) all orders were sung.

Go back to language games, to Wittgenstein having no idea how it is that when I say a thing he hears the same thing, go back to the developmental psychologist holding up the rattle to your blurry gaze: “Can you tell me what this is?” Go back to the kabbala, to the secret sign-language from which God spins forth the earth. Go back to runes, to dead/alive Odin hanging off the tree so the chill world around him could shift its slow gears and start to mean. Go back to oracle bones.

Go back to the numb silence in the air after Babel fell, to the gulf of nonmeaning between your open mouth, my gesturing hand, the stack of bricks on the hod between us. Like a ringing in your ears: within the space left by the death of the Master Language, a thousand tongues can proliferate. Therefore the massage of Babel is not sorrow but indefinite possibility. Maybe you won’t fuck up quite so bad this time.

@Joanna

Here, let me clarify. The job was maintenance manager of bottling equipment. My experience is, real life mangement, design of automated equipment, installations and repair of bottling equipment and postal equipment, machining and wiring. Her experience, college course in management, that’s it.

Now pepsico, in order to sell to Big Daddy must have a certain number of women in management positions. Now pepsico could thumb it’s nose at Big Daddy and say I want the best candidate. Of course pepsico then loses 30 billion dollars of business a year. So even though Big Daddy doesn’t “enforce” a quota on pepsico, Big Daddy does say, “I won’t buy your product unless you meet a standard I set.”

See how neatly that works out? The woman got to say, “See, I ‘earned’ my high paying position as manager without a quota.” Big Daddy gives his little girl a wink, pepsico sells 30 billion dollars worth of product a year to Big Daddy. And the slave in out on the road busting his ass in a dangerous job he really can’t stand. And everybody is happy, well almost.

The invisible quota. Big Daddy commands 22 million employees, using “free money” borrowed from the bank and billed to the taxpayers. That’s a lot of purchasing power. And Big Daddy takes care of his little girls.