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.
Ophelia — no no! I was joking about the disdain cats show for humans! Sorry!
Neuroticbeagle — your beagle and my cat should get together, maybe between the two of them they can find the closet door! (Worst part is her litter box is by the always open door, she still gets lost in there! Silly cat!)
Pecunium — oh I know, it just always amuses me when they flail about and then try telling you to read for comprehension. Leaves me picturing you whacking the upside the head with the complete works of Shakespeare or something (so, Yale press’s Hamlet and Othello are both tiny little things — yet more stuff found at my grandfather’s)
ophelia, if you’re still here, seconding what Pecunium said about belief/not belief in deities – you sure didn’t offend me. 🙂
Argenti – “Making like a cat and walking off like no one was talking to you?”
LOL that’s the opposite of what Mads does. She spent the whole morning sitting at my feet saying PAY ATTENTION TO ME and then complaining when I got up to pay attention to her.
Argenti- she knew where the door was- she was stuck in it! Part of her was in the closet and another part was in the bedroom. Although she would like to met your cat, she likes cats.
Eli- Mines pretty old at 8(we guess anyway. My sister got her from a rescue, I rescued her from my sister). She behaves when someone is with her, she does not like to be alone. I wish my apartment was bigger and I have more money I would get her a kitty to keep her company.
@Argenti, oh thank goodness! Oh, I was so worried, can actually go to sleep now 🙂 sorry, very tired and neurotic tonight 🙂
I’ve said goodnight so many times tonight, bloody insomnia!
Thank you @Pecunium and @Kittehserf, feeling better now.
@Neuroticbeagle, whilst lurking I just thought of this,
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Adaptil-Diffuser-Refill-Appeasing-Pheromone/dp/B0038XA46Q/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1366868491&sr=8-2&keywords=Dap+diffuser
It is a miracle cure for neurotic dogs, really, it’s science and everything. We have four dogs and it’s wonderful 🙂
Anyway, I’m definately going to bed now, you’re all lovely…
Oh, I’ve got it, I’m gonna make like a cat and vanish, without apparently having any magical powers.
Byeeeee
Did that work? I think it kinda did, well sort of…
nb-I rescued mine from my uncle. My beagle did really well in a small apt. for 5/6/7? (I can’t remember at this point) years. But we did have good access to good daily long walk access areas.
My Murphy was always terrorized by kitties. YMMV. (No offense, he had a neighbor, named Napoleon, who used to stalk and attack him at an impressionable age.)
@Ophelia Thanks for the tip. I might have to try it. If you can’t vanish try blending in:
http://media-cache-ec3.pinimg.com/550x/42/08/26/420826bb42ac895ad42e1a19f449f7ce.jpg
Eli- Walking her seems to help, just not completely. She is a damn good misandrist though- loves other dogs/cats/animals and likes women but not real fond of men.
Misandrist hivemind beagles for the win!
Wow, I’d love to sign my beagle up for the Misandrist Hivemind Beagles, except, um, he likes men? Hmmm. Maybe I’ll have to indoctrinate him.
I have an idea for novelty shopping trolley covers. You wrap them around and they attach at either end with velcro. And they are themed, so you can have battles and competitions, or solidarity, with your fellow shoppers each time you pass them. Lots of options – WW2 tanks, footie teams etc. It would make going to Coles more exciting.
@Eli I wish I could take credit- she came indoctrinated already. When my sister had her, she was in a sorority- that may have had something to do with it. 😉 In seriousness though, my sister got her from a rescue group so we don’t know much about her puppyhood- she may have been abused.
Because you prefer to live in USA banging occasionals 5 and sixes, doesnt mean everyone want to. Continue white knighting dear manboobz, perhaps one day you will get lucky.
@augochlorella, oh no, whose head did I step over as I stumbled tipsily to bed? XD
By the way, we talk a lot about “regulars” here. “The regulars” often do this, “the regulars” include people from x demographic, etc. etc. I can’t speak to what anybody else means when they use that word, but personally, my definition of a regular commenter is extremely lax. Pretty much, if a) I recognize your ‘nym, b) I remember something about you (and it doesn’t have to be personal, it can be something like “oh yeah, commenter X, thoroughly debunked pp/ir’s nonsense that one time”) and c) you are not a troll, you’re a regular to me. Obviously there are some people I know better than others, and some I would consider personal friends (hopefully that’s not just me XD), but you’re all part of what I think of as this community.
Tom Done, you sound like an exemplary human being. Want to marry my daughter?
I have this odd feeling that “banging” is an entirely accurate way to describe Tom’s sexual technique.
Never mind that depersonalising people – eg, calling them “3” and “5” – is some thing that a serial killer might do. YUCK.
I have some advice for all straight women. If you meet a guy that refers to women as numbers on a scale of 1 to 10 of what they find attractive, run as fast as you can in the opposite direction.
Oh, and what’s the deal with trolls obsessing over David’s love life? Hey, Tom Dane, that’s none of your business. Stop being creepy.
Totally. Some people may go for the jackhammer routine, but it seems to be all these dudes know.
Tommy: Because you prefer to live in USA banging occasionals 5 and sixes, doesnt mean everyone want to. Continue white knighting dear manboobz, perhaps one day you will get lucky.
How do you know what his (or any) of our lives are like?
Oh! You don’t. You are telling yourself a story so the goblins and fairies; log-leggety beasties, and things that go, “bump” in the night, won’t get you.
Got it.
Carry on.
“But Siree, the woods… They are infested!”
“Pray tell, Ser Via of Gara, what does your fright mean?”
“The Woods, Sire. We are riding straight through the Manboobian Meadows! The goblins infest these lands like rats in the larder, like bugs under stone. They are spies for the Feministisaia of the the West, far beyond the meadows themselves!”
“Good knight, as sure as your armor is black and your visor shield you from all things, worry not. We will prevail. The woods cannot delay us and the Goblins cannot obstruct our passage, for they are but pathetic mewling creatures against our dull, black armor”
“Oh Siree, you do speak so eloquently. It is and will be an honor to serve thee, Minter the Marked”
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You know, it IS true. This entire thing, with MRA’s and their hate makes so much more sense if you just assume they are living in a high fantasy world.
Kittehserf: A Chicago hot-dog, hold the sport peppers, will do well–if you’re REALLY sensitive, you might want to forgo the yellow mustard, too, I think. The other stuff isn’t spicy at all. Just don’t add ketchup.
Also: If you are downtown, go to the 400 block of Michigan Avenue, on the west side of the street. Look for a staircase going down through the sidewalk. At the bottom of that staircase, look to your right; there will be a place there called the Billy Goat. The cheezeborgers there are literally world-famous. They’re not necessarily ‘good’, but they should be experienced at least once by any true tourist to the city.
If you can make it down to Chinatown, there’s some bakeries there that have intriguing sweet stuff–I always try to get a sweet pork bun. It looks WIERD–like a furry almond croissant. But it’s unbelievably good.
I don’t know if you care for sushi, but there’s several very good places in the area. I’d suggest the sashimi (straight fish pieces, no rice underneath)–most of the sushi joints use a dollop of wasabi to stick the fish to the rice for actual sushi pieces.
I will say most of the ethnic places will be spicier than you might realize, so ask when ordering. Remember, many of them come from parts of the world where fresh meat is a relatively recent addition to the diet; using heavy seasoning to conceal the fact that the meat was a bit… off is a common tradition throughout much of the world. Even though the meat here is good, the original recipes often still carry the same amount of heat.
Of the ethnic restaurants, so long as you ask ahead of time, most should be able to accommodate you. However, you’ll want to avoid Thai–Thai “mild” is Mexican “call the damn fire department already”.
Two exceptions to the ‘ethnic’ = ‘spicy’ rules. You can get some very nice pork chops at any good German restaurant; I’d also suggest the frankfurters at the Lutz Cafe on the north side. As a bonus, on the way out, you can hit up their bakery. This a dangerous spot for people with low willpower, so be warned.
In addition, Greektown has some incredible places for lamb; you want a leg of lamb or a lamb chop served with mint jelly.
PEMRA cries about people assuming white men are monsters. Shadow posts very current and well-known examples of people who were assumed to be monsters because they were not white. PEMRA decides that actual evidence of his wrongness is derailing.
This probably tells you all you need to know about PEMRA – or at least about the value of trying to reason with him.
@freemage
I don’t know if you’re still hanging around this thread, but I’m pretty sure you’re my soulmate. FOOD AND FUTURAMA ARE ALL I LIVE FOR.
Speaking of which, I have to go weep because Futurama was cancelled 🙁
Wait, wait, wait, PEMRA is still posting?
Dude, did you ever respond to me? You have unanswered questions.
You referred to moderate MRAs, and I pointed out that your moderate MRAs were posting calls to terrorism.
Any thoughts?
You know, I see a lot of dogs who hate men. It’s actually a really common problem people have–their dog is fine with the female owner or with the one/few men it lives with, but hates everyone else. This is even true of dogs who have never been abused or treated badly in their lives, and is very common in puppies until they’re taught to be okay with men. Man’s best friend my ass, they are the most misandrist species.
(there is actually a reason for it, but it’s funny to think of dogs as misandrists)