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.
@Shadow, *applause* for bringing some perspective to PEMRA.
@Aaliyah, I am so sorry for all you are going through. I don’t know if it helps any, but I offer you Jedi hugs and a sympathetic ear.
No kidding. It is disgusting that people would have the audacity to call for pizza delivery during a severe storm. I guess they think that getting the pizza is more important than the delivery person’s physical safety and life. Another thing is that pizza restaurant owners should care enough about their employees to not put their lives at risk just for a little extra business. Now if someone called for a delivery to a Joplin pizza place during a storm warning, they’d probably get an earful of F words.
Oh dear fucking god, go away PEMRA!!!!
See, now he’s got me wishing there was a God, just so he could smite his arse!!!
FISH,
Ha, ha,
My Cocker Abbie is presently looking baffled as my 11 month old kitten Thistle tries to feed from her, my animals are as weird as me!
I bet PEMRA likes to think of himself as “colourblind.” I just bet.
This right here is spot on. I think it helps to understand the physiological processes going on during stress or anxiety, so that it doesn’t seem so scary. It’s like, “Hey, my heart is beating fast because of adrenaline. My body releases adrenaline to give me the strength and endurance to get out of danger”. So if you’re in a fight or flight mode, you’ll know that it is a totally normal and natural process. It’s hard to get out of that mode without enough time passing for the adrenaline hormones to pass. You can, however, do like others mentioned and take deep breaths to get the nervous system to slow down a bit.
ophelia, call the curse of Basement Cat on him, that should do it!
https://i.chzbgr.com/maxW500/2494896896/hE9069064/
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“…as is MASHED POTATO PIZZA…”
O RLY? I keep getting asked if I want to try it and making a face that amounts to “mashed potatoes don’t go on pizza, that I like both is irrelevant”…maybe I’ll be daring next time it comes up!
Also, if you don’t mind me asking, are you a local? Cuz I’m a stone throw from SCSU 🙂
augochlorella: We delivered to a lot of movie stars, and the like, as well as to a more middle class neighborhood. Good stories.
Kendra, that’s exactly what my psych went through with me! He did a really, um, bad role-play thing where he pretended he was being stalked by a toy dinosaur. (This was at a clinic, hence baskets of toys.) It was kind of spoiled because the Buzz Lightyear toy kept squawking “To infinity and beyond!”
But yes, knowing the physical process is really important. I’ve had one panic attack that frightened the bejezus out of me. If I’d known what was happening, it might not have been quite so bad.
This is exactly how I feel. It’s the feeling being trapped and helpless that is the most distressing to me. It’s like I can’t think about living my life as the woman I am without also envisioning something extreme like me literally running away from intolerant family members without end.
The acceptance from UCSC is, as you said, a major break, but I’m still worried about a lot things. Not only am I worried about what I’ve already mentioned, but I’m also worried about my father and one of my uncles preventing me from going to UCSC because they don’t want me to be around “un-Islamic company,” I mean, my uncle even told me, when I told him about applying to UCSC, “Don’t go there – you’re going to become a pot-head! Stay away from bad company.” (I was definitely unpleasantly surprised when he said that because, among other things, I do actually smoke from time to time with my older siblings.) But nevertheless, I’ll do what I can to hang in there. I know I feel helpless but I also know that there’s a way out of this nightmarish situation.
@Kittehserf, hee, hee. 🙂 Also your advice was very good I think.
@Aaliyah, again lame, I know. But when I’m feeling anxious I always repeat,
‘It can’t last forever’.
Sometimes thinking about the fact that how I’m feeling now, or the thing I’m concerned with now will someday be a memory helps. Then I make absolutely sure, the next time I feel bad to remember all those times I told myself that it couldn’t last forever, and it didn’t.
Also, have to look this out, but there is some great research on operant conditioning and neurological patterning, although that is long term stuff. Everyone here though seems to be much better at advice than me so I’d listen to them 🙂 take care x
Hope that made sense.
Aaliyah — sending Jedi hugs your way, I lack anything useful, but you can have all the Jedi hugs.
Fade — “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.”
YES! I’ve taken to referring to sitting in the recliner as mounting the recliner, because I basically have to get in and out of it like you mount a horse. Because that stupid dog is always in the way. Dumbass eats soccer balls, basketballs, footballs, tennis balls last 5 min, he just pops them and goes to chew on a brick (yes, an actual brick)
PEMRA told Pecunium to read for comprehension *dies* (I’m way too tired to deal with him, but that was hilarious)
Also, is he Mr. 90% of our trolls? Oh woe is the poor oppressed white man sounds very familiar.
PEMRA: No, you’re right, that’s not quite how you said it. I glossed it a bit
(… but this idea that it’s only hard for women is bollocks).
in a general sense, men get mocked for their appearance if it’s deficient in some way
“Not especially tougher since plenty of men date women 15 or more years younger than them regardless of how the men look.”
I don’t see this very often…
I still say that contextually you are saying men have it harder than women; the collective summa of those statements are to say that men’s lives (in re aging) is at least as hard as women’s. Since this is patently false you are either deluded, or dishonest.
As in the previous thread you seem to have a hard time understanding what the totality of what you say means. You might want to take a course in reading comprehension; those are often quite helpful when it comes to being able to better understand what one’s writing actually conveys.
I think the wheels are coming off the bus, The following exhibits are offered into evidence.
A: Again, this is asinine,
B: most people wouldn’t just cut a family member out of their life for being hostile to feminism. They just tolerate that unfortunate aspect of that person.
C:Actually, taken to its extreme, your stupid logical fallacy
Fade: Does anyone here have fibromyalgia or a chronic pain condition? I think Some gal and me were talking about it earlier, but I can’t remember if anyone else does.
Just asking b/c my pain is very bad today and I am debating getting a wheelchair for days when it is painful to walk but would like advice…
I do. If the chair doesn’t cause other problems (e.g. because of the need to work the wheels) then yes, get one.
As for tiny violins, I play a full size (4/4) violin. They come as small as 1/64 — http://www.angelicoviolins.com/violins.htm blame the Suzuki method starting kids before age 5 and sometimes at 2~ tiny kids need tiny instruments. For size comparison, here’s one with a baby (given the context I found that in, it’s just a joke, little one isn’t getting taught to play or anything)
Aaliyah: I can’t help with the worries about how you and your father deal with his finding out about your transness. Would the Iranian position help at all?
If you are in the Bay (Cal, or UCSC) my offer is open. Being in a trans-supportive group, with trans people (one of the people I know used to be married to the women who is the first transgendered judge elected in Calif. I got to vote for her. I am so proud of her).
If talking to more people on the internet would help, I can put you in touch. Feel free to vent here, and hugs anytime you want them.
@ thebionicmommy
I learned quickly that a stormy night meant a busy night. And no, our boss did not have our safety at heart. I’m really glad I’m not working there any more.
@ pecunium
So you got to learn the topping preferences of movie stars? That must have been a little fun.
@ Aaliyah
I wish I could offer you better advice, but I will say that deep breaths can actually ramp up tension. What you want are slow, but shallow-to-medium breaths. In through nose and out through mouth is best.
I’m doing the college thing right now, and I’ve found it pretty easy to avoid my parents when I need to (my situation is nowhere close to yours, but talking to my parents does bring up a fair amount of anxiety). I recommend abusing the “I’m busy studying.” It works and, hey, once you’re in college, it might even be true.
@Argenti, My lab cross loves, loves, loves tennis balls, so those are normally his, the others just seem to leave them alone.
One day, when my Rottie had become the truly enormous boy his, he decided to have a go with Sprockets toy, he literally snapped a tennis ball in half, spat it out, huffed and walked away. Meanwhile Sprocket actually sat and cried over his tennis ball, well I should say whined, but that would just remind me of PEMRA.
Argenti: He’s not the first (and yes, this started feeling socky when the, “Women will think I am horrid if I go bald/don’t diet began… for someone who is supposed to be north of thirty it’s a bit hard to believe).
I think it really is that they don’t think to take their comments as a whole. Since they didn’t use, “just that phrase” they feel it’s unfair to take the gist of their arguments and treat it as a thesis.
Warm thoughts, Aaliyah. I don’t know if this helps at all, but you don’t have to figure it all out today. There’s still time before you move and time before you start HST.
Have a good night, manboobzers.
augochlorella: So you got to learn the topping preferences of movie stars? That must have been a little fun.
I cared more about their tipping preferences (Gretzky was pretty good. So was Cybil Sheppard. The Jacksons were so-so, but Germaine was always affable, and I may be less kind to them than most, because it’s not that the tips weren’t decent, it’s that getting to their place was time consuming, so it was costing me at least one other run I could made that shift).
The middle class part of town was, on average, a little better for tips; no surprise.
Ophelia — aww, poor doggies. Ball failure and loss all wrapped up in one destroyed tennis ball! (Did you say it was ok to call you Ophelia? My apologies if not!)
Pecunium — it is a common refrain huh? My 24 year old brother is balding (noticeably, he’ll be half bald by my age) and he finds this refrain about women hating bald men to be hilarious. And he isn’t old enough for all his peers to be bald! (Guess I’m lucky to have fine hair that started greying in high school eh? I got all the good genes 🙂 *abuses older sibling privilege*)
[blockquotes]I can never decide who’s older: Mr K in actual years, ‘cos 411, or me, cos in earthly years he only made 41. Is he a shockin’ cradle snatcher or am I an almost cougar[blockquotes]
I say consider yourself a cougar- seems more misandrist that way.
@Argenti – “Also, is he Mr. 90% of our trolls? Oh woe is the poor oppressed white man sounds very familiar.”
I’ve been starting to wonder about that.
@augurochella – “I wish I could offer you better advice, but I will say that deep breaths can actually ramp up tension. What you want are slow, but shallow-to-medium breaths. In through nose and out through mouth is best.”
Seconding that! Also they can cause air-hunger (which feels like asthma). Or at least, that’s what deep breathing does to me. It’s slowing down the breathing, not breathing deeply, that’s key. My psych said lots of people make that mistake: they breathe deeply, but fast, so they’re still hyperventilating. Whatever form you choose, the rhythm needs to be slow but feel natural, not to some dictated count that feels wrong.
@Viscaria, niters! 🙂