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.
As expected, xkcd has solved gender bias forever: http://xkcd.com/1202/ 😀
Thanks for answering my idle questions about how you found this blog. I am actually part of David’s stealth* marketing department, and we’re trying to figure out where to put targeted advertising. 😀
*It’s so “stealth” that even David doesn’t know about it.
I just turned 50. Does that make me the oldest one here?
@cloudiah – i can’t find the link i was going to email you with the woman’s name from the event, and i can’t remember anything to google it again (can’t remember the professor’s name, just that it’s at EWU?). sorry about that. also, i can’t remember how i found this blog!!! but i knew about MRAs before that.
is mark minter talking about his own life as a married man? is he married? ooch. gross. i’m assuming he’s not really, though, he’s an incel or MGHOW or whatnot.
the matriarchy now gets credit for stuff all teh menz built? how did we get all those matriarchal laws passed, again?
I don’t remember how I first found manboobz. It was a long time ago, I know that, like the spring of 2011. I lurked for a good two months before I ever registered and started posting. At that time, there were more trolls than feminists, so it was kind of intimidating.
@Bagelsan, that one word really changes the meaning a lot! LOL, that’s funny.
Oh and if someone wants a good meal in Joplin, I think the best is Big R’s. They are a BBQ place and their specialty is homemade pies. I like the gooseberry pie, but that’s an acquired taste. A place that was really popular was Fred and Reds, where they served chili and spaghetti red. They were featured on the Ozarks episode of Anthony Bourdain’s No Reservations. They just closed last year when the owners retired, though.
Bourdain also got to try grilled raccoon and squirrel pot pie, but they did all that in West Plains.
@thebionicmommy: My brother and I used to pick blackberries in Oregon at my grandparents’ house. One day, we found a car about 2 meters in. It had been parked near the bushes 20 years previous, and was now completely surrounded by the Blackberries.
On the plus side, home-made blackberry syrup by the case. 🙂
And since folks are mentioning ages… 36 here.
How I found manboobz:
It was either a link from Ami Angelwing’s or Pervocracy’s blog. I can’t remember, becuase i find almost all my sites like this (links from places I already read)
I think I found Man Boobz from Pandagon back when it was still a stand-alone operation. And I also lurked for a long time before posting, and then posted only sporadically, and now … I am a Man Boobz addict.
Kim Gordon is still awesome.
Leftwingfox: Wow.
Blackberries are always that tension between “they’re really really delicious” and “oh god they’re everywheeeeeere!”
the matriarchy now gets credit for stuff all teh menz built? how did we get all those matriarchal laws passed, again?
Apparently The Lysistrata wasn’t fiction. Or something. :p
This discussion of food is making me think about the food I need to get after work.
I just got accepted by UC Santa Cruz! Words fail to fully express how happy I am to hear that. Not only is it an awesome school, but I’ll also finally have an excuse for my religious family to move out by the end of this year. I feel like I’m going to cry any second. (Hopefully I won’t because I’m currently in a library. >_>)
@Aaliyah
Congrats!
And their student health care covers trans*-related health, which means that I’ll be able to start HRT even sooner than I thought…I’m so looking forward to it!
Maybe I’m being a little too excited, but this is some really big news for me. Especially since for the longest time I’ve seen myself as a failure who would never be accepted by a UC school.
It makes sense to be excited. XD I mean, big deal. Especially since it has student health care*
*though I admit my knowledge of college is very limited, since I am still in high school.
^^^lol, for clarification, I meant “it is a big deal” not “big deal” as in sarcasm. I sometimes omit verbs. *facepalm*
Congratulations, Aaliyah! I am really happy for you!
@Fade
lol, no worries. I’m feeling great, so I didn’t read your comment the wrong way. =P
Congrats!!
Aaliyah, what fantastic news. I am so happy for you! It is such a beautiful campus; you often look out a window to spot deer wandering by, but don’t let them distract you from your studies. And banana slugs (school mascot) are also awesome, though slimy. Super-congratulations to you!
Your news makes me think of this Aaliyah:
🙂
I’ve walked through the campus before – it definitely is beautiful! The best thing, though, is that it’s in Santa Cruz. The only city in California I’m more fond of than Santa Cruz is San Francisco. I love the environment in Santa Cruz – it’s perfect for me. It’s very trans*-friendly and liberal. =]
Congrats, Aaliyah. UCSC is a really excellent school with a lot to offer.