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.
Mrs. Hello K. Meller would stay by his side and wipe away his tears if he were sad:
http://img.alibaba.com/wsphoto/v0/441528537_1/Tissue-box-car-HELLO-KITTY-LEATHER-TISSUE-BOX-COVER-HOLDER-CAR-free-shipping.jpg
She could even make him toast!
http://www.gadgetmadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/hello-kitty-toast-toaster.jpg
“We’ll see. Right now, I am leaning sympathetically in that direction. Let us see how it works out! ”
Let’s. I’m thinking January if you agree? Busy now and of course Christmas coming up. Keep mulling it over.
She’d get married in white, of course. Ms. Kitty ain’t no slut!
http://cdn102.iofferphoto.com/img/item/151/701/433/RCCo.jpg
To save time we should package Sims into this too… you could be like one of those chess masters that plays multiple opponents at once xD
Are you starting to feel like D’Artagnan by the way? You’re racking up those duel challenges.
OMG it’s a Hello Kitty toaster that makes Hello Kitty toast. I think my mind exploded. Not even joking now, I think Hello Kitty might honestly fulfill all of DKM’s needs. 😀
I believe you’re right, Bagelsan. She is well versed in all the womanly arts…
http://thesocietypages.org/socimages/files/2010/11/1.jpg
By the way, I think Sanrio may be trying to take over the world. They brand everything.
To save time we should package Sims into this too… you could be like one of those chess masters that plays multiple opponents at once xD
Are you starting to feel like D’Artagnan by the way? You’re racking up those duel challenges.
Logging into sims!
I am, aren’t I? I’ll eventually have, like have some weird Libertarian Troll Debate Trophy Wall. Or something.
No love for the Little Twin Stars?
http://hellokittyandfreind.blogspot.com/2010/10/little-twin-stars-s-history.html
They were my pencil box MY PENCIL BOX!
They seriously do brand everything. There’s gum. Sanrio gum. And vibrators.
Lol, for some reason the most offensive part of that for me was that the damn thing takes batteries instead of plugging in. Seriously, sewing machine? :p
Since we’re talking Hello Kitty and I know we have a few other VK folk here..you guys have seen this, right?
http://www.flutterscape.com/product/no/11997/yoshikitty-sanrio-official-hello-kitty-amp-x-japan-yoshiki-plush-doll-only-japan
An OMG alpha cock carousel rock star dude who allowed himself to be made into a Hello Kitty doll. (Given his usual financial acumen I’m willing to bet Sanrio paid him a lot of money for that.)
Maybe that’s who stole all the sweet old-fashioned girls to whom Meller feels he should be entitled using his fluffy adorableness.
(Meller doesn’t seem to grasp the concept that like often attracts like, and therefore a woman who’s predominant personality characteristic was sweetness would find him incredibly strange and offputting.)
Re Sanrio in general, I keep expecting them to announce that they officially own the patent on childhood. It’s hard to find anything they don’t have a financial stake in. They license Hello Kitty cars, ffs.
An OMG alpha cock carousel rock star dude who allowed himself to be made into a Hello Kitty doll.
That’s fairly awesome, I think.
(Meller doesn’t seem to grasp the concept that like often attracts like, and therefore a woman who’s predominant personality characteristic was sweetness would find him incredibly strange and offputting.)
Well, that’s his trouble; he thinks (apparently) that he represents all men. If a woman is hostile to him, clearly she’s a vicious shrew out destroy every man ever. That she may be simply reacting to his repellant personality like any other reasonable person would is not a possibility he’d ever consider.
“…out [to] destroy…”
“That’s fairly awesome, I think.”
I agree. Plus it leads to things like this.
I would love to see Meller meet a really sweet traditional girl, actually, just out of curiosity to see how long it took for it to dawn on him that she found him terrifying.
That was AMAZING. XD
Sadly, it would just be further evidence of feminism’s and modernity’s relentless grasp — no true sweet traditional Scottsgirl or whatever.
Or maybe it would be exactly what he wanted all along, minus the actual legalize slavery bit. I honestly can’t tell.
*legalized, I mean.
Meller has already conceded the 9-11 discussion. He is only arguing with women. I am not a woman, ergo he is not arguing with me.
Since he is not disputing me, he accepts the veracity of my claims (Logic 101), and so he admits I am correct.
I know, actually, that he doesn’t. It’s just that he’s not merely incapable of admitting error, but of entertaining the idea that men might disagree with him. Women, of course, he sees as sub-rational, and so it’s to be expected, but men… well man are all in accord with him, and it baffles him that anyone who is possessed of a set of mis-matched chromosomes of sexual determination, could possibly find anything a woman says to be more intelligible (to say nothing of intelligent) than anything a fellow male says.
But it is cute to see him stamping his feet and telling us, “I won! I did, I did! Honest!”.
Pecunium, you silly thing! You’re a mangina, a brainwashed man therefore your opinions are even less valuables than those of a female feminists, those being less than those of other women, those being less valuable than any non-feminists man’s opinion.
Because that the base to a rational discussion, apparently.
I am also not a woman, so I fail to see why I am supposed to be devastated at being called an unwoman.
PS, some women have penises, XYs, etc. They are still women, but I am not.
Do I see just a wee bit of old-fashioned jealousy and envy from the feminists puking up the internet here? Do I see an envious green eyed monster? Is there a kind of creeping awareness (or creepy awareness) in the case of youall, that those Hello Kitty dolls and fluffies (stuffed animals) are far prettier, more cuddlesome,and more alluring to the male of the species (in the absence of REAL women) than any of you modern women(?)—shrikes, harpies, and FEMINISTS lot of you!!
I would CHERISH a sweet, old fashioned, ‘hellokitty’ type of woman! There is nothing about me that she would, or could find me “offputting” or terrifying”! Even the statements that I may have wrote on Spearhead or manboobz are statements intended for the likes of youall, NOT for sweet, adorable,lovable doll-women like her! The notion that she would hate me or be afraid of me is idiotic, even for your manboobzeress standards! Just because YOU feminists find me “offputting or terrifying” says abolutely nothing about what a real little lady-lovely would feel, especially with her feminine intuition. Indeed, you modern women deviate so far from traditional femininity e.g. women as soldiers, fighter pilots, attorneys, engineers, and mechanics, that it would be youall who would terrify her!
Modern women, with their “assertiveness”, your uninvited and unbidden swarming into men’s occupations and professions, their inability to understand a man’s point of view, your wretched endless competitiveness, in the workplace, in the classroom, in the home, in the neighborhood, everywhere makes people SICK.
Your feminist babble that men are “afraid” of “strong women”. We are NOT afraid of you, we are DISGUSTED with all of you!! For the powder to blow all of you to hell, a lot of men would happily throw all of you over-educated, castrating modern women onto street corners with little tin cups, and get all the jobs you feminists stole from us through affirmative action and hiring and promotion quotas back where they belong!
Don’t all of you feel just plain silly making such remarks about me now??
And what if you dropped dead two days after the wedding DKM? What then?
What would your totally useless for anything but possibly cleaning the house (that you probably would not let her do anyway) wife do then?
Instead of demanding she be unable to take care of herself, you should be encouraging her to be able to handle whatever life can throw at her so in the event her husband dropped dead, things would be okay.
Of course that means realising that you are not only mortal but that you also have a really stupid view of the world. And we both know that will never happen.
So Meller does in fact want to marry Hello Kitty. Somehow, he imagines this makes him look better than us. Astounding.