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:
Emancipator: With Rainy Eyes
Deep breaths. Anxiety is normal. Good luck with everything. I would recommend tea, meditation and coding some sort of signal to yourself to interupt bad thoughts.
Find a specific thing to do when you find yourself panicking, do it, and tell yourself (out loud?)
What worked for me was the chain of: “Stop. Why am I worried? […] Is that reasonable? […] If it is, can I do anything about it right now? […]”
Your milage may vary, but interupting one self from thinking that “I am going to die” is often a good step – not because things are not or cannot be terrible, but because specific events can be dealt with.. unquantified fear is dreadful.
(the mindkiller! DUNE REFERNECE!)
Welcome, L!
Mashed potato pizza?
… I think I might just sign my epitome of evil application papers now. 😉
In the meantime, have an Official Manboobz Welcome Package bundled for your convenience by cloudiah!
Kittehserf, that’s my problem too, most my family died and the others were sex offenders, I did not hesitate when I turned 18, haven’t spoken to ’em since, yay 🙂
It’s hard to advise when you haven’t had to deal.
@Aaliyah, still thinking love 🙂
I also want to say that you (Aaliyah, in case the thread’s moved on and it’s no longer obvious) have really thought things out to a level WAY beyond I would have at your age. I have the greatest confidence that you will navigate whatever you have to deal with successfully. Do feel free to lean on us too, for support, hugs, and anything else.
But that’s not what anyone is saying, and you know this, so you are fishing for sympathies
Yes of course it is. You state that we cannot like an individual if they are or were part of “a group” we dislike. Therefore, if one likes an ancestor who fought for the Confederacy, we must like the Confederacy, according to your logic.
The rest of your post follows from this stupid, and can be disregarded.
And I REALLY have to go to sleep.
Then go man, no one will miss you.
We’ve kind of moved on P-EMRA, if you’re too obtuse to notice.
Fibinachi…I love DUNE references. I can say the Litany Against Fear in my sleep.
Oh gosh do I have stories.
I just remembered that we did a lot of deliveries to a nearby nudist colony. How did I forget that?
PEMRA: Let’s see… I am a white man. When I was 33 I had a 21 year old woman decide I was interesting enough to start a relationship with.
The woman before that was 26. When I was 27 I had an 18 year old hitting on me.
I am 45 now. My partner is 7 years younger than I am. My other partner is 27. The other partners I was seeing a year ago were… 36, and 34.
Yep, it never happens that younger women are interested in older men. My hair is thinning. I’m ok with that. A woman I know said the thing she finds most attractive on a man is that his hairline is receding (based on the men she has dated, it seems she is telling the truth. She’s been of this opinion as long as I’ve known her, which is going on 25 years. She was in her 20s then.
I think your anxieties are based on misunderstandings you have about the way the world works.
@Hellkell, I’m not “whining”, I made a comment about how I saw some merit in Mark Minter’s ghosting policy, and that sparked a discussion.
No. You made a comment, it was roundly ignored (in favor of pizza) so you built on it, and built on it, and built on it, until it was something close to the PEMRA show.
“Perfect” is hyperbole. Rather, I can’t really make a mistake.
Oh, FFS: Mark Sanford. Sen Vitter. Tom Cruise. Elliot Spitzer.
White dudes. Made mistakes. Lives were ruined. One is running for The US House of Representativs. One is still a Sentor. One is a movie star. One has been given a television show.
On the IM Team for OPERATION DEPILATE: I can provide certain types of support. I think the best thing to do is sneak in, and introduce deplitory cream into his conditioner.
If you are bringing the confederacy into this, as an example, yup, go to sleep. For all our sakes.
thanks kittehserf! I already stole someone else’s welcome package a few pages up but it’s nice having my own 😉
and don’t knock the mashed potato pizza. it also has BACON!! CLEARLY A PRINCE AMONG FOODS. I’ve never had Chicago pizza before (except at a wannabe place in DC) but next year I’m moving from NY to the midwest and I plan on going to Chicago to try this wonder. I LOVE all the carbs, so I’m pretty sure I’ll be a fan.
and Aaliyah, no advice, but many hugs and cats!
The easiest way to do that is to mungle his cable box, then when he calls for repair, someone shows up; after a couple of minutes you ask to use the bathroom, plop the goo into the bottle; make a text. When the mungling is reversed, get a text and voila,the problem is solved.
@Fibinachi
Anxiety isn’t normal for me. And I don’t like to think of it as normal for me. But thank you for suggesting those things for me to say. In truth, that kind of thought pattern doesn’t directly help me in this case (because I don’t know what I can do about my concern right now and because it sounds very cold to me) but hearing that helps me see where my thoughts are leading to, and that helps a lot.
You’re also right about interrupting that “I am going to die” thought. A few nights ago I was crying and wishing I was dead (I didn’t attempt suicide – don’t worry). It was only by telling myself that I shouldn’t think about dying that I recovered a bit and stopped having suicidal thoughts.
@cloudiah
Thank you so much. That mantra is very soothing to me.
As for trans* folks, I mostly know trans* people on the internet. I know some IRL but I only meet them during my support group – once every two weeks. They’re just acquaintances. The only IRL support I have from people comes from my older siblings and my mother. But they can only do so much. I love them more than anyone else but there is a lot they don’t understand about me and I don’t want to deal with more arguments. Fortunately my brother gives very nice hugs. I’m trying to find friends, though, even though I’m facing a lot of other barriers.
@Aaliyah, okay, this sounds a bit weird but I have diagnosed PTSD and when I freak (and I do) I either beat the shit out of my drums, or listen to audiobooks on my Ipad whilst playing Hay Day/Solitaire or whatever game that will help take my mind away.
All this with a cat and a few dogs = me calm in an hour or two.
Sorry if that’s lame or TMI, just you know, take care x
PEMRA: @Shadow, I never denied that other people have problems,
Bullshit. You went on about how women have it easy when it comes to aging. You said White Men have it worst.
If white men have it worst, then you are dismissing other people’s problems.
but it’s society that mocks and belittles and denies me my humanity and my own problems.
Seriously dude. That link says it all.
@opheliamonarch
Thank you
@PEMRA
Actually, I would be pissed regardless of what was going on in my life. The first two things that I mentioned happened one week ago on national news, and you knew about it. Tell me, how many white men (out of the 100s that were on site) were accused.
That third has happened to my cousin 3 times in just the 3-4 days that it took to figure out who the bombers were (fun note: apparently Pakistan, Afghanistan and Iraq are the places that US born Sri Lankans need to go back to. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle. GI JOE!! /rage). This is also about as rare as a gun-related death in the US, so if you don’t know about that happening, then you obviously pay shit all attention to what happens to anyone who isn’t a white man (my surprise at this will break sarcasm meters).
@Aaliyah
I’m so sorry to hear that. I wish I could give you something concrete but the only things I can think of are things you’ve probably thought of yourself. In case it helps to hear it from someone else: 1) When you’re at UCSC, you’ll have access to their queer centre, which is bound to be a lot of help for you, and will be able to tailor useful advice and support specific to your situation. 2) I don’t know how accepting your siblings,but they’ve defied your father and challenged him to love them for who they are. I hope that they are/will be supportive of you, and support you in doing the same. 3) You are not pushing yourself away from your father. You are simply being who you are, and it will be your father’s refusal to accept you, when any loving parent should, that will cause a rift between you, not anything that you do (though I hope that this will not be the case).
@opheliamonarch
That’s not weird at all to me! Distractions are very helpful for some people, and I’m not one to judge how some people distract themselves (so long as they aren’t harming anyone else). In genera, distractions don’t help me (they make things worse, in fact) but thank you for the advice.
@cloudiah
Thank you, that means a lot. :]
I’m behind, again, but fish.
“I’m reluctant to converse with you, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel, or rather like shooting one really stupid fish that impaled itself on the end of the barrel!”
I’ve yet to encounter a fish that dumb, meanwhile, my father’s dumbass dog totally earned that nickname (I mean, he’ll stand up as you step over him, nearly tore his face open when someone *cough*my father*cough* gave him a chicken bone and it got stuck in the roof of his mouth, etc) I did have a minnow that jumped out of the tank, but I can’t blame it, it was a feeder fish for a recently deceased lion fish, poor thing probably thought it was going to be food, not being gifted to my freshwater tank.
So yeah, the only way shooting fish in a barrel would be easy is that they get kinda, um, fish out of water, once the barrel drains out a bullet hole.
/fish randomness
Sorry, I didn’t see your comment. Yay for supportive rest of family
Aaliyah, one thing that does occur to me is that if your school (yay again for being accepted!) is in a liberal, trans* friendly place, and there are support groups there, you’ll likely meet people who have experiences not too different from your own, and a whole lot of information, support and references to make use of.
Would I be wrong in thinking part of what’s so bad is feeling trapped right now? The whole acceptance thing is a major break, but does it feel quite real yet? And any major change in life, even the ones you need and want, bring their own stresses, and fears of things-that-could-go-wrong. Doesn’t matter if those fears are realistic or not, they’ll be there. That’s one thing I am familiar with, stress and anxiety about things that might happen, though in my case there’s no actual “shit that has happened repeatedly” basis of reality.
This is a roundabout way of saying much what my psych says to me, that the anxiety is there and that’s a normal reaction (rotten adrenaline, go away, I’m not being chased by a sabretooth, thankyouverymuch). It’s a reaction, it cannot itself do anything to you, it just feels foul. I tend to try telling my adrenal system to STFU and leave me alone, and focus on good stuff (in my case, Mr K). It’s far from a cure-all but it helps.
A point about mantras: they help if they’re things you already believe. If you don’t (generic you) then the mind’s gonna say “what a load of shite” or the equivalent and go back to worrying.
@Pecunium:
“You went on about how women have it easy when it comes to aging.”
I said no such thing. Again, Pecunium, as I noted in the previous thread, you need to work on your reading comprehension.
Also, I hope my mentioning my cousin’s experience is not taken as me deriding the Boston community. My cousin has been nothing but happy about the majority of the Boston community, and they way they’ve all come together in this.
This reminds me of my dog, who always waits until people sit down in chairs and then sits right behind you in a way that makes it impossible to get out w/o stepping on her or jumping over her.