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.
What really impressed me when I first lurked here was the lively comment threads. At first I was pretty disturbed by a lot of what the trolls were saying (this was back when NWO was extremely active) but the replies were so insightful and so funny that I was glad David let the trolls show their asses.
@Aaliyah Just wanted to say congrats, you don’t know me and vice-versa but congrats. Also it’s Wednesday here so happy,happy,happy anniversary to Kittehs’ and Himself. Sorry for hijacking lads, as you were!
Oh, I forgot, I found Manboobz when David made a comment on Pandagon. I might have not noticed it, but Amanda replied and I clicked on David’s name to see what was up.
So, y’all were talking about blackberries earlier today. I walked out to drop something in the compost bin just now. There’s a tree in my backyard that I’ve never noticed, until it drooped and started getting in my way. I looked up and…
Actually I think they’re mulberries, not blackberries. What do you think?
berries
leaves
Either way, I might be making a pie soon. Or I might just leave the berries for the birds and make a chocolate rum cake instead.
Yes, katz, that’s it!
Just quickly, before I go to bed, midnight here.
My Man Boobz story.
Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday…*seraphic music*
I was pissed off with youtube commenters bashing female drummers, saw comments that led to MRA channels and angry googled ‘MRAs are wankers’. Hey presto, Man Boobz.
-Seriously, that is exactly what I did 🙂
Nighty, night everyone.
@ Aaliyah
Yay! I know people who went to both Berkeley and Santa Cruz, and they’ll both be great places for you. Know someone who lived in a co-op at Berkeley too, and he loved it.
Oh poo, of course, thank you @Theda Bara. 🙂
@ Kittehserf and Louis, have a lovely, lovely day/night, hope my book comes soon 🙂
Really going to bed now.
Byeeeeee
(I just love the word lovely, I use it too much, but it’s just so….lovely)
One and the same, IMO. Yes, most copyeditors probably would favor the pronoun-free version, and in an actual story (fiction or nonfiction), it would be more “correct” because the short, terse clauses convey the speed and brevity of his midnight sojourn.
But he doesn’t have a copyeditor. This is a blog comment, ferchrissakes, not even a blog post, let alone an autobiography. The precision of the language just makes it look like he went over it several times, thinking about how exactly he wanted to phrase everything. Why would he be thinking about the most convincing, evocative way to describe what happened? Because he made it up! When people share their actual experiences, they don’t write like that; they usually just say what happened in fairly plain language. So it sounds false.
So, in a sense, it’s wrong because it’s right.
Ha, I assumed that part was probably true, but he’s trying to make his midnight trip to the convenience store for Ho Ho’s sound like the act of an urban ninja rather than a basement-dwelling troglodyte XD
Delicious mulberries! And yes, that looks like what those are (not too many proper berries actually grow on trees). Also good in jam. I’ve got a jar of it in my fridge.
This made me literally lol.
@ Shadow
Yeah, with Dubai the gloss is still more clearly an overlay, and it’s easier to get away from it, which is why I like it better. Bits of the old city are still there underneath. Singapore just feels oppressive, because if you do manage to get away from the gloss you’re not going to like what you find at all. I’ve met people who love the place and it always wierds me out – like, don’t they notice how strange it is? I wonder if they’re the same people who buy RealDolls – maybe they have a particularly weak case of the uncanny valley effect.
Welcome, Mouse and BabyLawyer!
@cloudiah, pecunium
Thanks! I’ll keep those things in mind. =]
One thing does worry me, though. When I start HRT while I’m at UCSC and my father inevitably finds out, he will most likely threaten to withdraw his financial support for my university expenses until I obey him – he currently pays for my education and has already threatened to stop paying for my tuition for my current college when I did something he disliked. So I really, really hope I have some kind of job by the time I start attending UCSC (or Cal). I probably won’t make too much as a freelance web developer, but it’ll be a start.
Been away camping. So. Much. To. Catch. Up. On. It’s taken me 2days to read all the threads. Holy crap, isn’t Chloe pissed off in the other thread?
Deep fried Mars Bars I reckon are a tourist gimmick. I’m old enough to remember the days before them (43yr old ex Edinburgh Scot, now living in Oz). Square sausage on a roll or deep fried pizza,now that’s real.
And I came here via either Lawyers,Guns and Money or I Blame The Patriarchy (now defunct).
Part time commenter thanks to time difference meaning I miss a lot of the good stuff, further complicated by 2 small kids. Hats off to other Aussie comnenters.
Congratulations Aaliyah!!!
How about the South Orkneys? If I recall a recent wikiloop correctly, there is no airport and I’m positive there are no malls or lit streets (or, in fact, streets). Two additional reasons why Mark should move there:
– there is no permanent population (good for Mark as he seems to hate human interaction, good for the non-existent population as they won’t have to deal with him)
– the weather is even more miserable than in the northern hemisphere Orkneys
Captain Awkward. In the comments policy there, trolls are informed they will get nothing but contempt at CA, and to try their luck at Man Boobz (where they’ll also get nothing but contempt, but people might engage). I was intrigued. Disclosure: I do not plan to troll in any way. Just in case you were getting your hopes up. 😉
Now let’s see if those blockquotes work.
@Aayilah, major congrats. 🙂 I’m so happy for you!
And welcome to everyone new. 🙂
Careful with mulberries, they stain like hell.
Also, Aaliyah, I know we haven’t ‘met’ as yet but I’ve been keeping up, so congrats from a random blog commenter!
Oh and I’m not super new (well, and I’ve been lurking ages), but I think I was linked off a Feministe article where the author quoted one of David’s blog posts. I normally stay out of comments but I read them once when I was bored and decided I really liked the community here. 🙂
Aaliyah Oh God I’m sorry. I have words that someone over my shoulder is screaming me to write. I won’t. Sorry for butting in. Sorry.
I don’t think Minty would be very happy in Saudi once he realized that most of the laws (other than the ones about driving and covering your head) apply to men too. A country that sometimes puts men in jail for extra-marital sex? Totally misandrous, obviously.
On the Scottish tendency to deep fry things, I don’t think the mars bars are the worst thing. The worst thing is definitely the deep fried pizza (though that may be Glasgow-only).
OTOH we tend to make steak pie the proper way (with nice puffy pastry that gets all gooey on the bottom from the gravy and no kidneys), so I feel that makes up for a lot. Also we have better fudge, toffee, etc.
BTW I’ll be 40 later this year and I’m not feeling this “oh noes I is an olds” panic at all. If turning 40 will make me invisible to assholes, awesome.
I also learned about Manboobz from Feministe – I’m a long-time commentator on Feministe. But it was from the commentators there, not an article. I don’t know if any of you remember DonnaL from Feministe, but I think she’s the one who mentioned this place. And then out of curiosity I checked it out, and I have never regretted sticking around here.
Just realized this: if Minty never leaves his house except for at night, how does he know he lives in a matriarchal hellhole? Does he get all his information about the world from MRA sites? *shudder* Scary thought.
Oh, and congratulations Aaliyah! (Don’t really know you, but I’m happy you got in!)
I vote for the Bathtub.
I’m not sure what you mean. I’m confused. Can you please clarify?
We have deep fried pizza in Edinburgh too. I’ve never eaten it, I tended to have a pie supper with salt ‘n’ sauce.
I loved turning 40, it was the best party and I felt so much more confident and happy than any of the other decades.
Aaliyah Just the Dad, HRT thing. Like I said sorry.
@Theda
Oh, there’s no need to apologize – you aren’t “butting in” at all. If you really feel that uncomfortable with saying what you were going to say, that’s fine. But I must say I’m curious.