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So our old friend Heartiste, the reactionay PUA douchecanoe, is one of those racists who’s not only open about his racism, but actually proud of it; he thinks it’s backed up with SCIENCE. He’s become more obvious in his pandering to the so called “alt-right” racist crowd recently, but he’s sort of outdone himself in a recent post, playing to some rather primal racist fears of black male sexual potency.
In “The Wreck Of The Beta Male Cuckold,” Heartiste offers up a rather strained “parody” of Gordon Lightfoot’s “The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald.” Instead of chronicling a real-life shipwreck, he offers up the tale of a fat, emasculated beta brony who sadly watches his wife have sex with a black man — sorry, a “darkie” — before retreating to the basement to commit suicide.
At least I think that’s what happens. It’s all so ineptly written it’s nearly incomprehensible in parts.
Here’s the beginning of the poem, which will perhaps give you some flavor of the rest:
The legend lives on from the Left Coast on down
of the beta they called “Cuckold Freddie.”
The cuck, it is said, sits alone near the bed
when the thighs of his wife spread to darkies.
Yep. He really went with “darkies.” Elsewhere in the lyrics, Heartiste refers to the cuckolder as “mandingo,” and his penis as a “black mamba.”
Actually, let me quote that last bit, as it shows just how hard Heartiste has to strain to hit all the standard Manosphere talking points — and work in all his favorite manosphere catchphrases — in telling his tale of beta woe. Oh, by the way, the cuckolder refers to himself as “Bear.”
Cuckold suffering tolls, Hypergamy sings
in the rooms of Freddie’s Mountain Dew mansion.
Bear’s black mamba creams in his wife’s wet vajeen;
Her asshole and mouth are for Bear’s fun.
And farther below, Freddie’s marital ho
takes in what Bear’s privilege can send her,
And Freddie will know as all swinging alphas know
it’s two women-one man not the inverse.
The whole thing is like that.
Heartiste, I’m sure, thinks of his little song parody as a devastating put down of (white) beta males, which he’s made even more humiliating by having the cuckolder in the story be a … black man!
But you don’t have to be a psychologist or a cultural historian to see the fear here.
White male panic over black male sexuality is hardly a new thing. Indeed, the Ku Klux Klan and its supporters regularly used trumped-up fears of “black brutes” raping white women as convenient excuses for campaigns of terror against blacks; they also indicated a deep uneasiness within white men about their own cultural and sexual potency.
Similar fears of a sexualized “Black Peril” arose amongst colonialist whites in the 19th and early 20th century, most notably in South Africa and what was then called Southern Rhodesia; these, too, provided a convenient excuse for government policies designed to control blacks and benefit white men. (Never mind that white men were far more likely to sexually abuse black women than black men were to abuse white women.)
In other words, there’s very little difference these days between a certain segment of the Manosphere and the Klan.
Seriously, that parody ballad is one of the stupidest things I’ve ever come across on the internet. Not even remotely funny.
WHEN I was single !!!!
Dressed up so FINE!!
Now I am married !
Go ragged all the time !!!
LOOOOOOOORD I wish I was a single girl again !
(that one I did not write )
Went down town in a whiskey wagon, game back with my toe nails draggin ,nobody’s business but my own!
Sorry I’ve been thrown back .
YEE HAW!!!
Thanks, Just Saying! – it is hard to drop the ableist language; I only became aware of it reading here, and these frothing vats of shit like Roissy do bring it out.
Pointless cat videos:
Ohhhhhhhhh Miriam is so pretty!
I am sad to learn that Roissy is a Lightfoot fan. Since I know The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald really well (as in I can sing it a capella, absent a crib sheet), I can see how he meant it to work; the attempts at rhyme fail less if you know the rhythms of the original.
Which just makes it worse.
The legend lives on from the Left Coast on down
of the beta they called “Cuckold Freddie.”
The cuck, it is said, sits alone near the bed
when the thighs of his wife spread to darkies.”
is aping
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they called ‘Gitche Gumee’
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
So the original doesn’t stress the rhyme scheme (though it all hangs together, because the essence of it is the story). There are some good filks of it too, e.g. The Ballad of Apollo 13, but I digress.
Cuckold suffering tolls, Hypergamy sings
in the rooms of Freddie’s Mountain Dew mansion.
Bear’s black mamba creams in his wife’s wet vajeen;
Her asshole and mouth are for Bear’s fun.
And farther below, Freddie’s marital ho
takes in what Bear’s privilege can send her,
And Freddie will know as all swinging alphas know
it’s two women-one man not the inverse.
Is meant to parallel:
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the rooms of her ice-water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams
The islands and bays are for sportsmen
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go, as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered
I bet Miriam turned out huge, look at those paws.
The only Lightfoot song I know is Winter in America, which used to get me crying every time I heard it as a teenager.
Be fun if he sued Roissy into bankruptcy.
I just read about the Siberian cat on Wikipedia – it’s an ancient breed and possibly ancestral to all the long-haired domestic kitties.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siberian_%28cat%29
Cassandra, you’re right about them being big:
http://www.cat-world.com.au/siberian-cat-breed-profile
Oh mang, you MUST listen to “Edmund Fitzgerald”, then. It is a song that will haunt your dreams…it literally does mine. I swear, one night I heard it note-perfect, right down to the intonation of the guitar. For this creep to parody that is nothing short of desecration.
Pecunium Pecunium Pecunium! *bounce bounce bounce* You’re back! You can answer my Important Question!
How would an officer refer to two soldiers with the same rank and the same last name?
Like Kittehserf said, Siberian cats tend to be huge.
There are three cat breeds whose traits can be described as “huge longhairs”–Siberians, Norwegian Forest Cats, and Maine Coons. They are all the naturally occurring breeds from cold climates, so I think there is some convergent evolution going on there.
(When I was young my family had a stray that was a dead ringer for a Maine Coon. We lived in Montana.)
The cat that Mr C and I rescued from the side of the highway looks like a Siberian. No idea how she ended up there. Odd thing is at first she looked like a shorthair apart from a fluffy tail, so we were calling her squirrel, but then once she got a bit healthier her hair grew out and she developed the neck ruff.
So this is an actual line in a real poem. Ok then. =|
Mot caught up, and clearly this thread went to shit, but Sam-I-Was, you can board my latest horse if you want (it’s been more than 24 hours, so this one is a horse) — I’m at a dozen already (8 unicorns and now five horses). I can provide carrots and apples and sugar cubes in addition to the hay and oats 🙂
Or maybe you’d prefer to look after my teal deer? It comes with the above and acorns even. My unicorns are used to each other now though, so you’ll have to wait for the next one, k?
Kittehs:
I’m thinking that’s a pretty quick trip.
Oook then. So PUAs really hate women, I guess nothing interesting is buried among that pile of nickel plated shit.
“Mountain Dew mansion?” What the hell? Was he going for “McMansion” and needed more syllables?
So I guess I’m glad that this introduced me to the Edmund Fitzgerald? It totally reminds me of Bonita & Bill Butler by the Alison Krauss band, such a great boat song! It took me a bit to figure out all of the boating terms but was totally worth it. Every time I hear it I wonder why someone hasn’t made a movie out of it yet, because I would totally watch it.
I’m guessing this is strictly a projection on his own part. His life is all Mountain Dew tears and Cheeto-scented wanks. Sad, but VERY revealing.
Can someone unwind this logic for me? I thought PUAs/MRAs believed that there weren’t enough women for the “nice guys,” and that a handful of assholes got ALL the women. So… how exactly does cuckolding fit in, there? And even general promiscuity? That would be multiple men to one woman. Which would mean a handful of women get ALL the men.
Thanks to everyone for their replies and understanding. Love the comments on here and have learnt an awful lot about many things that I’d never even heard of before lol so will keep on reading and learning. Cheers for now 🙂