So yesterday I quoted some random Spearheader who described women (well, white women in particular) as “complete parasitical whores roaming the landscape spreading VD like Johnny Appleseed and fucking men over.”
One reader wondered if Mr. Appleseed really went about spreading VD. So I did a little research, and it turns out that it is exceedingly unlikely that Mr. Appleseed – who actually was a real person — spread anything other than the magic of apples. And his Swedenborgian beliefs.
Why? Because Mr. Appleseed – real name John Chapman – was what these days we might call a Man Going His Own Way. Seems he didn’t have much truck with the ladies, according to one contemporary account quoted in his Wikipedia entry:
On one occasion Miss PRICE’s mother asked Johnny if he would not be a happier man, if he were settled in a home of his own, and had a family to love him. He opened his eyes very wide–they were remarkably keen, penetrating grey eyes, almost black–and replied that all women were not what they professed to be; that some of them were deceivers; and a man might not marry the amiable woman that he thought he was getting, after all.
So what led poor Mr. Appleseed to these dire thoughts about women? Apparently the underage girl he hoped to some day get with was more into dudes who weren’t him:
Now we had always heard that Johnny had loved once upon a time, and that his lady love had proven false to him. Then he said one time he saw a poor, friendless little girl, who had no one to care for her, and sent her to school, and meant to bring her up to suit himself, and when she was old enough he intended to marry her. He clothed her and watched over her; but when she was fifteen years old, he called to see her once unexpectedly, and found her sitting beside a young man, with her hand in his, listening to his silly twaddle.
That ungrateful little strumpet!
I peeped over at Johnny while he was telling this, and, young as I was, I saw his eyes grow dark as violets, and the pupils enlarge, and his voice rise up in denunciation, while his nostrils dilated and his thin lips worked with emotion. How angry he grew! He thought the girl was basely ungrateful. After that time she was no protegé of his.
But Appleseed, despite giving up on women in the real world, held out hope for the afterlife – explaining to others that he expected to have two spirit wives all his own after he died. Which I guess is the 19th century equivalent of the MGTOWers today who fantasize about the sexy robot ladies who will eventually, it is hoped, make actual human females – with their troubling “thoughts” and “needs” and “desires” of their own – obsolete.
Mr. Appleseed’s quest to remain alone was probably also helped by the fact that – if the illustration I found on Wikipedia is any indication – he looked a bit like Dale Gribble from King of the Hill. Only much, much sloppier, with long hair. Oh, and instead of wearing a baseball cap, he wore “a tin utensil which answered both as a cap and a mush pot.”
So, yeah, a creepy weirdo who hates women — definitely an MGTOWer all the way.
Oh, except that he actually did something with his life — you know, helping spread apple trees to a big portion of the midwest — instead of spending all his time going on about how all women are whores.
I don’t agree at all. Anyone who expects to be given a person to fulfill his needs is not thinking of them as people, but as chattel. Their happiness doesn’t even enter the equation. If they were at all egalitarian, they’d actually stop to consider this from the woman’s perspective. When SHE dies, all she can expect is to be given to some guy as a handmaiden.
People can achieve great things and be utter assholes in their personal lives. Chapman was apparently a vegetarian and extremely environmentally conscious. He allotted more rights to animals than he did to women. I meet progressive men like this all of the time.
I don’t think the wives were supposed to be the spirits of actual dead women. I’m guessing it was more of a “wife services will be provided in heaven” deal, with no particular concern for whether the wife-services-providers were human souls or not.
Nowadays, of course, anybody, whether MGTOW or not, who tries to plant apple trees without the permission of the County and municipal land use board, some USDA bureaucratic pests, and EPA ) on both the State and Federal level would probably wind up in trouble faster than a female CEO lands her company in chapter 11 bankruptcy court!
As far as unhappy MGTOW having fantasies of wifebots and cybercuties replacing real women who are about as much use or value to us men as a bad case of stomach flu, and about as much fun as a visit to the dentist for root canal, there is always the old saying about “buid a better moustrap…”
Things can only get worse with feminists and modern women in the coming centuries, and even the most reluctant men will have to undertake action–to preserve their sanity, not to mention sexual relief–to develop something better. I don’t know if that “something better” will include robotics and AI engineering, but it is certainly more possible than Johnny Appleseed’s vision of heaven.
A word to the wise…
@Seraph: Seems to me like someone with a lifelong obsession with two spiritual sex slaves after a failed attempt to buy the affections of a child… well, a couple of animatronic Real Dolls and 24/7 validation from The Manosphere, and I think all of Johnny’s “appleseeds” would wind up in a silicone pouch and he’d never make it further than the corner store for batteries and cornhusker’s lotion.
Meller, if you want to preserve your sanity, I suggest you go into therapy as soon as possible. Your problems with feminists and “modern women” are yours and yours alone. Get help.
Actually, one thing I do want to put out there–he may have been gay or asexual. The things about wives in heaven and grooming a girl make it less likely, but those are still one removed from being attracted to an adult woman here and now.
In the 19th century, “I have no time for the wicked ways of women” was a lot more socially acceptable than “women just don’t seem to do it for me.”
This doesn’t excuse the misogyny (there were lots of “confirmed bachelors” who didn’t go on about lying bitches), but it does put it in a slightly different context.
DKM,
Citation needed.
Is there any real evidence he was gay besides being a misogynist?
Meller, get a new shtick. We know, we’re going to be replaced by robots come the revolution.
YAWN.
DKM about the first part of your typical rant, there are good reasons to have those layers of government.
A few years ago a community near me started having horrific problems of rats everywhere chewing up things, dropping on people’s heads, and being as annoying as Brandon’s lack of comprehension. The reason? No one bothered to ensure that their orange trees’ fruit was properly collected and disposed of so there was a feast for the rats who of course were breeding like mad.
From what I understand of Mr. Chapman, he was really focused on ensuring that people took proper care of animals and the trees. He was not all about just dropping seeds all over the place indiscriminately. So he would have been in compliance with state and other local laws.
Rutee – No, not really. It’s just a possibility based on him actually Going His Own Way rather than being a “I hate women, why won’t more of them sleep with me” misogynist.
And I was thinking of “Love for women is intellectually sterile, for women are receptive only. They take everything and give nothing” Oscar Wilde.
But there’s also every possibility he was just straight and an asshole.
Meller; You would be surprised to learn that my parents grew thousands of trees in and around their house for years. The only reason they needed any kind of certification was because they were selling them – laws governing moving live plants around the country are necessarily stringent to avoid spreading fungi or parasites (fucking emerald ash borer…). Hells, California and Hawai’i don’t allow any importation. But if they had only used the trees for bonsai or to plant in the yard, no one would have blinked. You’re still a dumbfuck.
Most scholars think Oscar Wilde was attracted to both men and women, I’m pretty sure.
It is rather well documented that Wilde had male lovers. Wilde was in fact prosecuted and convicted for it. The question of whether he was gay or whether he was bi is one of those historical queering issues, but he did have sex with men, that is generally not disputed.
I do love the word strumpet. It’s fun to say and to hear. Not very nice to the women it’s directed at, though.
Yeah, I’m not arguing with Wilde being attracted to men, DSC. He definitely had boyfriends. But if I recall correctly he did have a mistress, too, which implies he’s bisexual.
…I mean, insofar as these terms are at all meaningful when used to refer to people decades before they were coined.
people WHO LIVED decades, it should say
“Strumpet” should be a breakfast-time pastry, possibly with a cheese/sausage filling.
If Oscar Wilde swung whatever way suited him best? Good for him, and the only flaw was in the culture that didn’t give him the freedom he deserved. And if Johnny Appleseed chose agriculture over a sick, sick, sick obsession with young girls, good for young girls everywhere.
Victorian pornography contains plenty of male characters who are quite happy to swing both ways in a way that you’d never encounter in mainstream porn today.
So I’m told.
David K. Meller, is imagining women unhappy integral to the fantasies of wifebots and cybercuties? There does not seem to be a reason for women to be unhappy in the hypothetical future of artificial companionship you are describing. There will still be people that want the varied interaction of actual human contact, and for those that don’t there would be these artificial beings regardless of the gender of the human, after all, if one can make wifebots, that presumably one could make a husbandbot.
It seems that removing those humans that prefer non human partners from the human dating pool would be good for everyone involved, so the imagining of women as unhappy in this scenario seems odd, unless their unhappiness is the point of the fantasy.
You know…they never tell you this creepy stuff in elementary school. I can’t be the only one who learned about Johnny Appleseed as a kid. Nothing like having childhood assumptions made a lot more messed up.
It’s like going back to the original of your favorite fairy tale and finding it involved the wicked witch being sealed into a barrel lined with nails and then rolled down a hill. (Seriously…read some original Grimm’s if you think I’m making this up).
Just makes my skin crawl.
Feminists will only be replaced by robots, femdroids, etc, if they are too difficult to live with as they are. Nobody wants to substitute real women with cybernetic contrivances unless and until it is necessary. However, if feminist hostility to men (REAL men, who disagree with them, not the renegade male housepets that clutter up places like manboobz.com etc.) continues to intensify, events must take their own course, since men will not submit to castration (or female domination/enslavement), still less the annihilation of homo sapiens!
Point number one, to start with, even feminists can learn a few manners! Men like to be told how intelligent we are, not “stupid”, “f**kwit”, or other such feminist characteristics. Men ARE, as a rule, more intelligent than women, and it bothers some of us to be called “stupid” by members of the fair sex!
This disrespect of men won’t lead to the obsolescence of feminuts by itself, but it does give you a idea of where it would start!
Fatman,
Of course feminists could make a “husbandbot”, but why should they? They already have a large number of suitably trained, well “programmed”, egalitarian renegade-males, who faithfully parrot the feminist lines as well as any feminist itself! Men, on the other hand, NEED feminine companionship, which is certainly NOT available to us with feminuts and their overeducated, narcissistic, pushy and opinionated, aggressive ilk! We will probably have to work at building something better sooner or later, to preserve our sanity, not to mention making life pleasurable once again!
Improbable Joe: Now I’m craving sausage biscuits. I don’t have the ingredients to make sausage biscuits. I am now slightly cross.
True. Did better than Horatio Alger that way.