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.
Aaliyah: Woo hoo! This calls for the party cannon!
@Aaliyah, from what I’ve learned about you from reading and now posting, I think this is a huge deal! An awesome one! As someone with specific health needs (speaking for myself here) health insurance is REALLY important in choosing a job/school. And you got into a great one. And it’s going to be an amazing change. And you can start HRT when you want. It’s all so awesome!
You live with people who judge your success based on stupid shit like how long your hair is. Obviously UCSC thinks their assessments are all wrong!
Are you going to seize the opportunity to move out for real, or will you be going home for summer?
@Aaliyah, can’t resist the video fest,
Sweetheart, I am sooooo happy for you, well done 🙂 You are awesome.
Futrelle, I am appalled to learn that you agree with the men’s rights activists who bullied the London Irish Centre into cancelling the booking for the radical feminism 2013 conference.
Thanks for the welcome, guys 🙂
The dudebro following me hasn’t commented on my blog yet, but he has a couple of gross misogynist articles on his blog, and he started following me shortly after I posted in the feminism tag, so I’m bracing myself (sorry if I made him sound worse than he was. I tend to exaggerate)
My Manboobz story:
One day, I was innocently scrolling through my feminist Tumblrs when I clicked on a linked article about MRAs. And then, I made the ultimate Internet mistake. I read the comments.
MRAs had come out of the woodwork to defend themselves. Arguing about what a loving and tolerant movement they were. Citing statistics that stated that men were domestically abused more than women. Shooting down women in the comments section who brought up their own abuse. My young feminist mind was in turmoil. Where did these strange, hate-filled people come from? Why did there seem to be WOMEN supporting them? And, most terrifyingly, what if they were right?
Desperate, I scoured the Internet for more information on these curious MRAs. And in the comments section of a post explaining why reverse sexism didn’t exist, I found it. The link to what might possibly be the best blog in the history of the Internet. The link that led me here.
I’m going to do my best to seize the opportunity. I can’t stand living here anymore. If I get accepted by UC Berkeley as well and go there instead I’ll consider moving there, too. I can live at one of the co-ops there as they are much cheaper than dorms, apartments, etc. There’s a nice co-op in Santa Cruz, too, but I’m not sure if it’s still active.
Aaliyah: Woohoo! Congrats, and good luck to you, on all fronts!
Warning: The credit card companies love to get new students signed up early on. While those cards CAN be useful to build up a good credit score, you’ll want to really limit yourself–it’s shockingly easy to get over-extended and trapped. Best option: Get a card that’s tied to your bank account. Only use the card as a credit card when you know that, at the end of the day, you can go home and pay off the full amount of everything you spent that day.
clairedammit: “I move quickly, efficiently.”
He is so efficient, he doesn’t have time for the word “and.”
I think that his sentence is better, it’s got a rhythm suited to the idea. It’s amazing that he managed to write it, given his other rhetorical excesses and failures. Perhaps this is an infinite monkey moment.
Aaliyah, if you get into Berkeley and have any difficulty finding a good living situation, let me know. I know a family there that sometimes takes in boarders and they’re very cool people. (But co-op sounds better, because you’d be surrounded by other students!)
I appreciate the advice, but I’m not interested in credit cards. I already have a debit card, and credit cards seem to be more trouble than they’re worth because of debt and so on. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong.
Aallyah, that is really awesome! And living in a coop is a great idea. It is not only more affordable, but it’s a great way to get more socialization and have people to share chores with. Anyway, it sounds like you’re going to have a blast in Santa Cruz. *Throws confetti*
Oh no, sorry, I mispelled your name. I thought it said Aallyah instead of Aaliyah. WordPress makes the i’s and l’s look very similar on names.
Heh, it’s no problem. But if you’re worried about making that typo again, you can just call me “Ally.” That’s way easier to spell for most people, I presume.
Haha, Ally, I think I’ll call you that! Earlier, I thought I had copied your name to paste in my comment. I had been writing up a recipe earlier and still had stuff in my clipboard from that and ended up writing “Congratulations, Some lemon zest!”
Anyway, I agree, a co-op sounds great, and if it’s less than great, you’ll still be out on your own and it will be a learning experience. And yeah, with regards to credit cards, they’re mostly more trouble than they’re worth. For one thing, for the last few years, companies will charge late fees on payments that weren’t even late, and it’s such a hassle fighting that. It’s nice to have one in your files, though, for emergencies and hotel reservations and such, but most students don’t really need one.
Maybe so, pecunium, but to me it sounds pretentious as hell. Yeah, monkeys. 😀
Congratulations, Aaliyah, for getting into University!
I’m not a big fan of credit cards either, but they can be very useful. Not just for emergencies, but also for traveling if you have a miles system. As you spend with your credit card, you accumulate miles. Once you get enough, you can use them to cover your air fare. That’s how my family saves hundreds, if not thousands, on plane trips.
Also, if you have many credit cards, but keep them all under control (like, only spend a few hundred dollars on one or two of the cards and leave the others untouched, and pay off every bill every time), you build up a nice credit report that tells loan companies that you’re trustworthy, and they’ll be more willing to give you a loan should you ever need one.
The biggest benefit of a credit card is it allows you to start building your credit score. Whether that’s important for you or not is something none of the rest of us could tell you. 🙂
I found Man Boobz through Pharyngula, and I’m so glad that I did!
I miss Calif. food. Next time I’m in LA I will make a trip to Phillipe’s, as well as the usual stop at Lucky Baldwin’s. Maybe a trip to The Great Greek.
Heck, I almost want to take another just to visit all sorts of new food.
It sounds fictional. This isn’t how people write when they’re actually describing their experiences. This is how they write when they’re making something up. Remember NWOslave’s saga of the peanut butter theft? He also leaves out his conjunctions:
And it also sounds very much like something that didn’t happen.
I no longer remember how I stumbled upon Manboobz. Probably on a search while looking through feminist blogs, or something. I remember going through pages and pages of the site with examples of hateful diatribe, shocked at how awful some people could be (the one with TheAmazingAtheist and Amanda Todd stuck out to me), but also relieved that there were people like David who did not approve of this shit.
clairedammit: Maybe so, pecunium, but to me it sounds pretentious as hell.
As a copyeditor I’d think the “and” was excess, and distracting. I’d have cut it.
That Minter got it right… monkeys all the way.
@Aaliyah
That’s amazing, congratulations!! Happy dance!!
Re: credit cards
The pros for me are:
a) Building a credit report
b) There are situations where a credit card can be the only card method accepted (here in Canada anyway)
c) Having that credit available for an emergency can be an absolute lifesaver
The con is that you can easily get yourself into a hole if you aren’t vigilant.
Aaliyah: Whoo-hoo!
If you would like to have some support in Calif. I have friends not too far from Santa Cruz. People who will understand what you are going through.
One benefit for store credit cards is that the stores will send you coupons and special offers for shopping there. Target takes 5% off the total price for all in store and online purchases if you use a Target card. At Sam’s Club, they keep track of your purchases for the year and then give you a cash back bonus at the end of the year. JC Penney’s gives birthday gift cards to card members. Kohl’s coupons only count if you use a Kohl’s card. The trick is to never spend more than you can pay each month, though, or the interest fees will rack up fast. That’s how they get you.
katz: Oh yeah, it sounds way fake. There aren’t that many places where one can shop in the middle of the night. The whole tenor of it is also very much in the PUA Mythos of the Anglosphere, and Minter is sadly forced to return to this hell on earth, after his sojourn in the land of milk and honey.