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.
*counts to see how long the flounce will last*
Because you are still hating them for their femaleness you disingenuous fuck. If you didn’t then you would also hate American men for the same reasons.
Yes, please fuck off. It will be better for everyone.
I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on women “stuffing their heads”. What does it even mean?
I hope he is not really a Dane, or I am shame for my people.
He might just be referencing the dog, thinking “Hah! Big dog, big name! Big man”
@Fade:
Yes! The only reason the man teaches you self defense is the hopes that by exposing how to properly kick, punch and grapple people you’ll sleep with him! It has nothing to do with the mutual joy of physical movement and the traditions of teaching katas.
Nope.
@Tom Dane:
You’ve hurt my feelings. I spent so long crafting that careful reply to mock the Misandry-Factory style approach of yours, and by saying its not snappy you’ve violated every sense of investment I have in my obsessive phone-watching. Clearly, you are the superior specimen between the two of us, and my weak womanly sense of entitlement is something something evolutionary psychology housework cookies penis.
Sorry, I keep trying to formulate coherent sentences but then I read yours and my brain just gives up. I don’t think I’ve evolved for handling such large amounts of sadness.
I initially read this as housework cooked penis… which is much more grimace worthy. 😉
Urgh… Suddenly I’m no longer hungry for my lunch…
OMG, does your misandry know no bounds?
Oh, I see we have a brand new hero. Bless.
It’s creeps like this who are the reason Tamerlan Tsarnaev is being upheld as a hero within the MRM right now.
Cheers for that Fade, my legs may never uncross 😛
“housework cooked penis”
This is what happens when you do outdoor chores naked and don’t use sunscreen! Be warned!
People which deepest nature is to throw themselves at serial killers cannot be taking serious.
Tom, never mind people who throw themselves at serial killers – what about the serial killers themselves? Most of them are blokes. Should we be drawing gendered generalisations about them?
You could do that no problem..difference is serial killers are sick individuals, where as the women throwing themselves could be any woman who otherwise function normally.
Tom, that is so lame. You are diagnosing, on no evidence, obviously troubled women as normal to prove your point that normal women are troubled. That really is a seriously crap argument.
MRAs really have the most rubbish arguments – they don’t stand two seconds’ scrutiny. Then they come in here with their pathetic “gotcha!”s, thinking they will turn everyone around with their stunning insights. It comes from living in an echo chamber where everyone agrees with you.
A lot of women are “troubled” then, because that thing happens ALOT. Easiest way to get pussy is to become a famous killer. At least admit that.
No, Tom, it doesn’t happen “a lot”. You MRA’s have heard about it happening a handful of times and blown it out in your imaginations to “a lot”. Even if it was one groupie to each serial killer, there are still as many fucked-up men as women in that equation. Don’t be so ridiculous.
Yeah, cos Bundy has more fans than Bieber /sarcasm
This is my favourite Tom bit:
Because men never live for their smart phones, amirite? I mean, yes, the vast majority of men I know who have portable internet access are absolutely plugged in at all times, but that’s different. They’re hooked up for Important Manly Reasons. What if they get an Crucial Business Message that requires their Manly Expertise?? By contrast, women, who don’t ever do important things, only use their phones for entertainment. And that’s terrible.
I love how Tom can say things like “the only womanly thing about you is your genitals” and “I deduce from your writing/behavior that your a woman” in the same breath.
Also, if us evil westerner harpies and manginas are happy together (sex, relationship, whatever,…) where is the problem?
I also always love the traditional “the fact that you’re talking to me prove you have nothing useful to do, while the fact that I’m talking to you proves that I’m much smarter.”
Actually speaking of entertainment, you know how women entertaining themselves in their own time is pathetic and how, should some women choose any form of entertainment that Tom Dane would not choose himself, it proves that we are all not as fully human as men?* Well I am sad to report that some woman must have gotten to my boyfriend at some point and infected him with this dire feminine failing, because he is an avid reality TV watcher. He’s a big fan of that really popular show, you know the one with the 32 teams? They face off against each other and try to kick a ball over a kind of big metal stick, or carry it over a line. The more successful team gets to avoid elimination that week. Right now things are pretty tense over at Chez Vi’s BF, because they’re casting for next season.
Anyway he’s become so feminized (gross!) that he has a whole wardrobe full of clothes he’s bought to show his allegiance to his favourite team. Imagine, spending money on fashion when he could use it for Important Man Things!**
It’s too bad, really. I’d always kind of considered it a harmless hobby that was nobody’s business but his own, but I guess it proves he’s a sad, pitiable creature who doesn’t deserve any measure of self-determination. 🙁
*That’s what “…but thats typical white americans, esp women. Ignorants from A to Z, only good for watching reality shows, stuffing their head and spending a mans money” means, yes? Sometimes my poor little womanly mind gets confused.
**Like a giant barbeque. For grilling MEAT. RED MEAT. VEGETABLES ARE FOR LADIES.
It’s a classic double-bind, isn’t it? Women are shallow and pathetic because they like *X-stereotypical thing.* Why is that shallow? Well, because women like it, of course!
Tom’s still trying? HAHAHA.
I see he’s got the typical MRA punctuation issues.
Dane: For a dude who doesn’t obsess you are showing a decided tenaciousness. Me, I can do as well in three languages which aren’t English.
I have to give you props for a non-standard piece of assdata, 97 percent was a good touch, lends a certain level less-plausibly untrue verisimilitude than the usual, “99 percent” of the typical misogynist.
You show some latent talent; if you continue under Fibinachi’s tutulege I see great potential.
But some of the stylistic quirks are sadly overdone; if I had a nickel for every dude who comes in, writes sloppily and then tells us how we should be jealous of his skills with English because it’s his second (or third, or whatever) language, I’d never have to feel guilty about my coffee habit.
But then I look at the quite competent speakers of English whom we have commenting here, speakers for whom English isn’t a native language (women, even) and I realise it’s more of the same… special pleading, with a soupçon of, “see how much better I am,” which is patently false because, well women here do it better than you do.
When I look at the ways in which you respond… well I don’t really believe you that English is your second language. The choice of insults, use of shibboleths and the syntactic structure of your replies (pathetic and predictable too) and the variable level of your errors, makes me think you are just like all the rest; working out of your depth, and desperate to make us feel small.
Good luck with that.