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.
So… if there’s no Dacron, Ohio, then why does it sound vaguely familiar? Are you just trying to confuse everyone here with that red herring about Hitachi Magic Wands?
*checks Wikipedia*
Oh, I see there’s an Akron, Ohio. Does it have a coal power plant?
Aw, dammit! All I’ve ever wanted to do was tempt Minty across the border into a Canadian-style mangina manservant marriage.* I was going to force him to do 50% of the housework if we were both working, and make him consult with me before spending his money that he earned on sports cars and fancy toys for himself (like it’s somehow household money and not Man Money)… Crap. Now I need a new hobby. Like bridge.
*Exactly like an American mangina manservant marriage, but with better beer.
What?! Mark Minter is off the marriage market? Scandalous. I was sure that those airport security checks that women put in would change his mind. We were going to marry him to a woman named Helga and he was to be her man servant. Oh well.
He’ll need this recipe. Seeing as he’s sworn off women and all.
Now I’m hungry.
“(I don’t want to blame the victim, but all that efficient walking is lady catnip).”
Does walking briskly count? I walk briskly so good. Yeah, you like that.
That recipe is hardly manly enough. Try this one:
Sometimes I wish I could control germs, like at a park playground when another mom tells me, “Don’t worry about my son’s rash. I’m sure it is totally unrelated to his fever and sore throat”. I just need to use the powers of misandry to make the strep bacteria disappear!
Note to self: Buy some Canadian beer next time I see it.
Since I can’t afford to go to Munich, I should go to Tulsa, OK sometime to try some of the fancy German beers at the Oktoberfest. It’s supposed to be the best.
Oh, and I’m still laughing at the idea that US infrastructure is a tool of matriarchal oppression. It makes me imagine some guy screaming at the Hoover Dam or the Brooklyn Bridge.
Viaducts and overpasses are misandry!
Annabanana, I’m on WordPress and linked to from David’s blog, and I’ve only had one MRA try to comment. All new commenters are moderated, so he never made it through. That tends to discourage them. I think your hate follower might be a fluke!
And welcome to delurking. Hope you enjoy your welcome package.
Yesss!!! He’s Going His Own Way guys! One less pest to worry about. Party?
This is a guy who scuttles to and from his house late at night, avoiding people because their existence upsets him. He obviously can’t be trusted with the administration of all the animals, let alone the germs, so shouldn’t complain when the matriarchs do it for him.
I think another new poster got missed back on page 1 (maybe the post was held in moderation til the first page was full-up?). Anyway:
kyrosion! Welcome! Here’s your Official Manboobz Welcome Package, as gathered into one easy-carry set by our own cloudiah.
I do feel a little sorry for him though. I mean, what kind of existence is that? Avoiding everyone, hating everyone. Who honestly wants to walk around feeling hate and anger all the time?
@Mouse I thought that too. And sometimes reading about mras here, you realise these guys are so stupid, it’s almost emabarrassing how easy it is to laugh at them. However, they’re also nasty bigots so… tough.
Ooh! Ooh! I’m new too 😀 Sorry I haven’t really introduced myself. I’m actually a little nervous to comment. My way of dealing with that is to just dive in head first. Anyway, hi everyone. Long time lurker and avid reader of Manboobz.
I agree. I’m not implying that they shouldn’t be mocked for being such insensitive, horrible jerks. I just find it shocking that they’d rather walk aroung angry and isolated, loyal to their bigotry than…..I dunno, create a happy life? Build relationships? It’s sad.
Welp, it was bound to happen!
Minty seems to be your average sun-fearing shut-in (hi) and tries to play it off as some noble oppressed… fighter… thing.
And his ‘claenliness is misandry’ thing doesn’t seem very well thought-out. I mean, what if, when sneaking around like a ninja, he trips over his own feet and smacks his head open on the concrete? If it weren’t for hygiene he’d wind up getting gangrene all over himself and it will have to be cut away and be really painful. (From ‘true stories my mother told me whilst spraying iodine over my cuts and scrapes’. Or is that a misandric source? 😛 )
As for creepy places: Poundbury, Dorset. It looks like an ordinary Dorset market town that has undergone extreme middle-class-ness (all the shops are organic delis and stuff) and it seems to have a rich and varied history with buildings from various eras and with features of those eras.
Then you look closer. Those buildings are too clean and tidy. You realise they’re no older than 40 years. There’s something just wrong about a brand-new tudor cottage next to a brand-new victorian villa next to a brand-new georgian townhouse…
Then there’s what I’ve heard about Prince Charles (it’s his pet project) looking through the windows of houses at random to see if the residents are getting along happily. *shudder*
@Mouse
Welcome! And don’t be nervous, our jagged teeth are strictly ornamental. I swear! 😛
@CWS
*shudder* is right. Makes me think of the Simpson’s Halloween episode when Ned becomes the ruler of the world 😛
Mouse: Ooh! Ooh! I’m new too 😀 Sorry I haven’t really introduced myself. I’m actually a little nervous to comment. My way of dealing with that is to just dive in head first. Anyway, hi everyone. Long time lurker and avid reader of Manboobz.
Welcome. Diving in headfirst is what I do. Yes, I am nervous, but it’s about the only way to ever get around to doing it.
bionicmommy: Re beer. I find canadian beers meh. Their mass market stuff is much like US mass market beer. I find most of the regional to be a bit underhopped, and oddly malted.
Beer is a lot like sex, everyone likes what they like.
@Bagelsan,
Oh Bagelsan, you’ve got me all of a flutter *fans self*.
Don’t tell Mr.M, will you?I’ve managed to fool him into thinking it’s only his sprightly little shufflings that do it for me.
Over here in the gynocracy we know the truth, I’m just using him for money, until I leave him and claim all that child support.
What’s that? It’s been twenty years and Mr and Ms Monarch have no children?
Well you know us feminists, we’re sneaky, this is the long hustle, oh yeah.
One of these days I’m totally gonna spermjack him, *Evil cackle, mimes hand washing*
@Shadow, do you recommend Moosehead?
@pecunium, I’m not sure what all types of Canadian beer I can find in Joplin. Luckily, Macadoodles rebuilt, and they have an impressive selection of beer from all over. This might be kind of juvenile of me, but I get a kick out of buying beers and wines with funny, sophomoric names.
There is a beer with the name “Poison” with a skull on it, and one named after Vanilla Ice. Best of all, they have Big Lebowski beer. How cool is that? They also have wines named “LOL”, “WTF”, and “LMAO”. I’ll give them one thing. At least they’re not pretentious. And the marketing is effective, because it makes me curious enough to want to buy and try them.
Thanks for the kind words, Pecunium and Shadow. I’m socially anxious, even on the internet I get a little nervous. I try to challenge myself on it as much as possible. Commenting here is just a little step, but a step none the less. I don’t think I’ll have to worry though, I’ve lurked here for a long time and everyone seems lovely =) Anyways, I’m away to hide now 😀
As always, how can we miss these people if they never go away?
Dartmouth has cancelled classes after several female protestors have been threatened with rape:
http://thinkprogress.org/health/2013/04/24/1911741/dartmouth-protest-cancels-classes/