Here at Man Boobz, I’ve set it so first-time commenters have their comments sent to moderation so I can decide if they’re sort of people I want to have commenting here on a regular basis. Given the obnoxiousness of some of the people I let through, I imagine some of you might wonder just what it takes to get censored around here. So here, as a public service of sorts, is one recent comment from a first-timer that I didn’t let through.
It’s from someone claiming to be Chris Key, the Australian dude who runs Men’s Rights Online, offering his thoughts on Paul Elam’s recent hate campaign. (I’m pretty sure it really is him.) As you read, you might want to consider the irony of his complaints about the “foul, aggressive language” of the protestors.
Speaking of which TRIGGER WARNING for abusive language.
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Is manboobz.com a playground for patients from North America’s most notorious psychiatric ward?
Seriously, the amount of insane drivel on here has the potential to cause any sane person to ask the aforementioned question. The fact that you fuckwits are trying to portray this goofy, hatemongering feminazi as as a “victim” is beyond insane.
The hatemongering feminazis who protested against Farrell were shouting vulgarities and physically blocking all entrances to the building. That’s intimidation and a suppression of free speech, which is a form of violence. Go watch the videos on YouTube if you don’t believe me, and you’ll see that these feminazi dykes and cunts — as well as the mangina losers who were sniffing around for a sympathy fuck — used foul, aggressive language while barricading the entrances so that the men who wanted to attend the meeting could not get inside.
If a bunch of men did that at a women’s conference then you loopy cunts would claim it’s “proof” that MRAs are uncivilised and violent. Anyone who has a shred of credibility and objectivity can see that the purpose behind these cunts’ actions was to intimidate and suppress the voices of people they do not agree with. If you dopey cunts think that’s okay then it proves that you’re nothing but a bunch of hatemongering fascists who need to spend a night in a watchhouse, as it’s patently obvious that you’re too deluded, stupid and hateful to learn the art of acting decency any other way.
I find it ironic that you losers claim that MRAs are violent. Do I need to remind you spasticated cunts that feminists are violent murderers who intimidate anyone who doesn’t bow down to them?
Take the case of Erin Pizzey as a prime example of what I’m talking about. The feminazis in England murdered her dog and sent numerous death threats to her family, for no other reason than she publicly stated that the women who came to her women’s shelter — Pizzey set up the first women’s shelter in England — were every bit as violent as the men they accused of attacking them. Poor Erin was exposed to so many threats a well organised group of feminazis that she had to flee the country and resettle in the USA.
Don’t take my word for it, see for yourselves:
http://www.nationalpost.com/opinion/columnists/story.html?id=a41532d6-d4df-46a2-a784-f6499938f3b0
Pizzey isn’t the first person to experience violence at the hands of feminists. Researchers from the USA experienced something similiar. I think Strauss was one of the victims. Another one was a woman, but I cannot remember her name.
I suppose I’m going to be banned now for speaking the truth, just like you cunts did to gateman. On manboobz.com, only feminist lies and libel directed at MRAS is tolerated by its fat, goofy, unloved owner and its filthy, insane, deceitful, hateful community.
So, there’s that. And there are, alas, many more where that came from.
Also, as far as I can tell, there’s no proof that feminists — or feminazis — killed Pizzey’s dog. This is often asserted as fact, but in the only direct statement from Pizzey on the subject that I’ve been able to find she only says that “one of my dogs was shot on Christmas day on my property.” She insinuates that it was the work of feminists, but does not say so outright, presumably because she does not know for sure. If anyone has any more evidence on the subject I would like to see it.
It goes without saying that whoever did kill Pizzey’s dog, assuming the incident did happen, was and is terrible and wrong. But I’m still not quite sure how this decades-old alleged incident gives MRAs today the license to harass feminists who weren’t even born when it allegedly happened.
“There was one cute little guy, a blenny. He was a bit of a character. Sadly he got caught in the crappy filtration system and died. :(”
Aww, poor little blenny. I won’t keep saltwater fish because of the work involved, it just isn’t worth it. The 55 gallon next to me is housing the cory babies, danios, a plec, and my 5 clown loaches — the loaches are sensitive fish, and not too easy to keep, but they’re hilarious goofballs. Utterly worth the work.
“Who says fish don’t understand what they’re told?” — not me! One of my previous clown loaches would sort of watch TV — or at least watch the high contrast moving things and mimic their motion.
And since I broke my links, here’s the Lamashtu one again.
Nice sculpture, I want to guess Lilith, but clearly that’s just my guess XD
Lilith was one of the guesses in the article, too. 🙂
I know so little about fish! There’s so much more to them as individual animals than I’d guess, and I don’t write them off as just, I dunno, moving targets the way some people seem to. I hate sport fishing, it’s hard being civil to some of the fishermen who come into our shop.
Lol, I’ve been keeping fish for nearly a decade, and I still have the occasional confounding situation (took 3 months to get my 29 gallon to stabilize, but I think we’re nearly there finally) — as I said around here plenty, probably before you started though — fish are weird.
As for fishermen, no, I can barely restrain myself from screaming that those are my pets they’re talking about (sometimes more or less literally, as many of my fish are catfish). Almost worse though are the people who treat fish tanks as furniture, like they’re paintings or a designer couch or something.
Fish tanks in doctors’ waiting rooms … yeah, kid, that’s right, just you go banging on the glass, that’s lovely.
Arrrrrghhhhhhhhhh
Fish tanks in restaurants freak me out, the kind where you pick a fish and then they cook it. How that doesn’t trigger “but it’s a pet!” feelings in everyone I don’t know.
Actually, OT but that situation prompted the most memorable child meltdown I’ve ever seen. Mr C’s nephew was looking at the fish in a restaurant, enjoying how pretty they were, and then one of those same fish was served to us. Poor kid burst into tears.
(Not that I blame him, I couldn’t eat it either.)
To both “pick your meal” tanks and doctor’s office tanks — I don’t get it, it’s like some people just don’t see fish as living creatures, they see them more like the sort of insect you kill on sight, or an earthworm that’s best just ignored, than a fuzzy wuzzy pet type animal.
Hell, my father “jokes” about eating mine, luckily my mother sides with me that that’s not funny. (Little does he realize that the vast majority of my fish have hidden defensive spikes XD)
Wow, way to traumatize a kid!
Also, that’s clown loach for “stop fucking with me because I fuck your shit up” (and the MRM claims that phrase isn’t violent…)
because => before *sigh*
Even with fish that I actively fear and dislike, like large sharks, it bothers me the way people display them when caught all bloody and wounded, like it was never a living creature and it’s OK to enjoy its suffering.
Seconded — I have a healthy fear of sharks, but it’s more like a respect for them — they can kill, so don’t piss them off. However, they’re basically living dinosaurs, so my awe quickly outweighs my fear. Maybe that’s the pagan in me that sees all of nature as worthy of fear and respect…but I kind of like sharks (and I definitely like snakes, strange considering spiders terrify me)
When people “joke” about hurting any sort of pet, I go very side-eye. Not even because it’s in abusing-humans territory, either.
Yeah, shark-fishing photos, ugh. Horrible. I like sharks, they’re amazing fish. Paid my first visit to the Melbourne Aquarium last month (and paid’s the word – $35 a ticket!). One section is a tunnel going through the tank, so you can see sharks and rays and other fish swimming around. They weren’t big sharks, but the rays – whew! One swam overhead and literally blotted out the daylight. And they look about a third smaller than they are through the glass’s distortion.
Oh, and the Aquarium has penguins being wh*res too.
Ooh, rays are beautiful, especially if you see them in open water. Wouldn’t want to get too close to one, because I’m not stupid, but they sure are pretty.
If I had a million dollars or some magic tour the world pass — that aquarium is so on the list, as is Georgia Aquarium, and hell, I’d go in a shark cage.
Idk if either of you know white wolf references, but I’d totally turn into a Toreador in either of those aquariums.
I didn’t get any really good pics of the rays, but here’s a general view of that area. The only fish whose name I remember in this pic is the sawfish. There was also a potato cod (I have NO idea why they’re called that) named, appropriately, Spud. He was massive. They grow over six feet long and he could have been pushing that.
Sawfish are amazing, and weird, some sort of evolutionary throw back. I can’t dig up the origin of the potato cod’s name, but at a guess it’s because they’re apparently disinclined to move from where they are (and look vaguely like a potato?)
Totally random but this is manboobz, combination kitty and cookery blog – I just ate a gingerbread macaron. Why has this never been a thing before? This is amazing.
I am confused — is that a gingerbread man shaped macaron?
It’s a macaron that tastes like gingerbread. How they do that I have no idea. They did macarons that tasted like pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving.
I am now kind of sad that macarons aren’t really a thing here (at least I’m in a state where I can get a flippin’ canoli!)
The salted caramel ones are one of the best things I’ve ever tasted (pastry division).
I don’t really get the salted caramel thing, but I hate all things salty, so enjoy them, that just means more for you right?
Best in pastry, for me, goes to these cookies made by one of my mother’s cousins, they’re literally to die for — she only makes them for funerals.
I went urrrrgh the first time I saw “salted caramel” mentioned – it was on a Starbucks board. (My only visit there, promise!) Wasn’t until much later that the idea of salted caramel being a thing was explained to me, by the French guy who owns my favourite cafe. I can’t say I’m tempted to try it, though. I have pretty basic tastes and like my sweet things sweet and my salty/savoury things salty/savoury, no overlap. Like, pumpkin is eaten as a vegetable here, not a sweet, but it’s sweet enough it doesn’t really work for me. And I don’t like mayonnaise at all, because I could do without sweetness in my egg and lettuce sammiches. I actually like the mayo I had in the US better, it didn’t have that sweetness to it.