Oh dear. Fantasy author and garbage person Vox Day is having one of those (vox) days, and has decided to take it out on, you guessed it, feminism, pounding out an overwrought little rant on his Alpha Game blog.
Never give feminists an inch. Don’t agree with them, don’t tolerate them, show them no mercy whatsoever. Feminism is a Satanic, anti-Christian, anti-reason, anti-science ideology that destroys literally everything it touches and everyone who embraces it.
Wow. He’s so mad he’s practically plagiarizing Pat Robertson’s famous quote about feminism being “a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.” I’m not sure how Vox managed to forget the lesbian witchcraft angle.
Reject it and its adherents the way you would reject someone offering you plutonium on their bare hands; to accept it is to begin to die a slow and painful death.
Might I offer you some notes, Vox? This bit seems a little understated. I mean, the plutonium thing is pretty good, but a person handing you plutonium isn’t anywhere near as scary as having, say, a bear do it. Or a shark. Or a bear-shark. Or a bear-sharknado.
The problem isn’t merely that feminists are ugly and hateful, or that their ideology is incoherent and deluded, but that by mere toleration of them, through mere intellectual contact with it, you are permitting your life to be infected and degraded.
Clearly Vox, a dude who clings to memories of his D-list celebrity as a former member of an angsty dance band two decades ago, and who devotes much of his life to pounding out hateful and unintentionally self-parodic rants on the internet, offers us the very model of a healthy and happy life well-lived.
Reject all of it. Reject their appeals to equality. Reject their pretense to intellectual standing. And most of all, personally reject all of those who subscribe to it in any way, shape, or form. Any man who calls himself a feminist is ideologically transgender and mentally unstable.
Ideologically transgender? Wow. He’s come up with an even more obnoxious way to call someone a “mangina.”
Vox, you’re so cute when you’re angry!
And by cute I mean a you’re a pathetic, hateful, disgusting excuse for a human being.
re: Matthew’s comment:
If you click through, you can see that he “doesn’t trust authority” / is “against all tyranny”.
Perhaps he includes the dreadful tyranny of self-control and the authority that words mean things.
That may explain his comment.
Normally I don’t like to admit that I often reward trolls by clicking onto their linked blogs and such to read more of their crap. I did that yet again and found that Matthew’s blog is mind numbingly boring, he may be the dreariest scold in the world.
-What Modest Female Clothing Looks Like
-I Don’t Understand Why People Drink Alcohol
-Information Is Better Than Advice
-The Fallacy of Tasteful Nudity
-Canola Oil on Whole Wheat Bread Is Surprisingly Delicious
ZZZZZZZZ. The last one is honestly the most charming one of the whole lot.
I had one of the most annoying recursive nightmares a few months back.
I woke up, walked to the door of my bedroom, a wave of blackness grabbed me..and I woke up in shock.
Fell asleep, woke up, didn’t manage to get out of bed before something pounced on me.
Woke up in shock.
Repeated this several more times.
On the plus side, last night I had the sweetest dream about a baby polar bear arriving in my house, and snuggling on my lap.
*starts humming, “One of these things is not like the others…”*
I had a shark nightmare once. I was watching TV in my parent’s room. It was a program about undersea life. There were sharks and those horrors that live in the deep, deep ocean. The TV screen cracked and the water and the animals that were in it came pouring into the room. They were flopping, snapping and sliding around the floor and down the stairs, blocking the door. Yikes.
The only recurring nightmare I ever had was one where the brakes on my car won’t work or that the car gets smaller and smaller until I’m in heavy traffic on a skateboard and I have no idea where I’m going.
Yes, I have control issues. Why do you ask?
Wait, who’s Matthew? That’s not the teal deer from pages back, is it?
Oh. I just remembered that I used to have nightmares that I had to go back to high school.
Yes, I hated high school with a fiery passion. Why do you ask?
Matthew also has a disclaimer about how his comments on other peoples’ blogs are being edited, and how this is a worse violation of Freeze Peach than simply deleting them.
So what’s it to be, Matthew? Are you going to stand by that piece of rape apology above, or claim that the mods have sneakily edited you, because they like to (a) insert hateful stuff that disgusts the regulars and (b) make you look like a reactionary tool, as if your own blog wasn’t doing the job?
Did someone say “baby polar bear” ?
http://www.pbh2.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/polar-bear-learns-walk.gif
I haven’t had any dreams about missing class in high school, but my HS schedule was always so packed a skipped class would stick out — I’d have an entire empty period to account for.
Okay, I admit I’m kind of curious to see what side of the “strategically placed object” debate he falls into, but I suspect he’s firmly in the “cheesecake is pansy-assed, gimme full frontal and twist so I can see your butt, too” camp.
Butter ain’t that expensive, Unca Scrooge.
I don’t have dreams often but when I do they’re properly bizarre. Here’s some levity 🙂
I was in an empty town street with two other people dressed in “cartoon spy” black coats and hats, who were clearly up to no good – we went into one shop that was deserted, and the room inside looked like the waiting room at a dentist’s office. My two companions moved to the back of the room and started work on blowing open the small safe set into the back wall.
I noticed movement outside, and went out to see a couple of people who were wandering around searching for some disturbance, and I knew I had to distract them from finding out what we were up to. I took them around looking into every other building before finally coming back to the one I had been in, hoping that my two accomplices had had time to cover their tracks.
We went in together, and inside was a picture of artificial innocence – the two of them were sitting nonchalantly opposite each other on the waiting room couches, feet up on the coffee table and reading magazines that they’d found on its bottom shelf. I began to wonder where they’d managed to hide the bomb, when my eyes were drawn to what else was on the coffee table.
They had hidden the bomb inside a potato, with a smiley face drawn on the front with a felt tip pen in what I can only assume was an attempt to make it look more friendly and innocent. After a quick look around the room from the entrance, my two companions decided there was nothing suspicious at all in the room and that they had better leave.
“Nice potato,” one of them commented on his way out – and at that point I was laughing so hard in my sleep that I woke myself and my wife up.
Mouse: no, his is a short comment on this page.
Jenny: Erm, what is #itaintrape about? I’m not sure I want to know but that said, I have done a very good job of navigating the comments on the Ched Evans case. I haven’t punched anything yet.
Oh, huh. I see it now. I must have skipped it because it just looked like word salad to me. I would have thought it was a bot tbh.
@Falconer Yup, that looks like what I dreamt, except he was curling up on my lap. (Ok, there was no visible sign of his gender, but I dreamt he was male)
Did someone say “spy dentists” ?
(Apologies — there’s a brief gag involving a closeup of a woman’s bikini’d chestal area right at the start which is more than a bit retrograde.)
http://youtu.be/OMHHWfSe4TE
@gilshalos: Who’s a cute widdle apex predator? Hmm?
… And now my gif is borked and won’t load 🙁
In lighthearted bad dream stuff, one of my clearest nightmares from my childhood was that “The Noid” (anyone remember that monstrous mascot?) was out to get me. I was trying to get into a toy store, but he would repeatedly catch me, pick me up, and deposit me forcefully outside. I actually had several nightmares about The Noid, but I can still recall that one clear as day.
It terrified the jeepers out of me at the time, but in hindsight I find it kind of hilarious.
(In my five-year-old self’s defense, I still think the Noid is a properly creepy character)
The canola oil thing sounds like someone was trying to replicate that thing they do at some chain Italian restaurants, where they give you spiced olive oil and some bread to dip into it, but cut corners.
@Falconer:
No, he’s in the “nudity is unhygienic and sexual because biotruth, so people, especially women, should cover up more” camp.
But I’m probably not being objective about this, because my anxiety dreams also include that “damn, forgot my clothes again” thing.
Oh, feh. Teal Dear Troll should be apprised that Muslim feminism is, in fact, A Thing, and that the world is full of Muslim women who question dogma, and have been doing so for decades already. Middle Eastern women don’t need the west’s “rescuing”, they need its awareness and support. Two things conspicuously lacking from his knee-jerk racist end. He probably thinks all the US’s wars there are justified, amirite? (The reason I ask is that I can’t be bothered to go back three pages just to see his droppings.)
Now, back to something much more interesting than that drivel:
Oh, I must visit that. It reminds me of a funny piece in Reader’s Digest from ages ago about “brilliant” ideas people have in dreams, that they write down immediately upon waking. Some of the wisdom gleaned thus was truly impressive. One writer saw a medieval Irish monk illuminating an incredibly erudite manuscript, so he wrote down what he saw on it. The outcome: Whey shillick ick il. Another wrote this immortal wisdom: The skin is mightier than the banana. Another, who had visions of ultimate truth after taking a massive hit of ether, dictated to his manservant one night upon repeating the experiment: The entire universe is permeated with a strong odor of turpentine. And then there was this solid advice on what to do about workplace stress: Just quit the damned job.
Sheer genius, I’m tellin’ ya.
His blog is a strange combination of prudery and antiauthoritarianism.
For example, did you know that pelvic exams are rape, because female sheeple get coerced by the evil medical establishment into thinking they’re medically necessary?
I feel bad for his future wife. She won’t be allowed access to basic preventive care that may save her life.
And did you know pet owners are selfish kidnappers?
And that wearing a suit to a job interview means you’re a submissive pawn of “the man”?
If the interviewer is your future manager, then yes, it’s a good idea to signal professionalism, courtesy, and willingness to be a team player by the way you dress.
This guy’s not going to get very far in the corporate world.
Also, homosexuality is bad because babby will not be formed:
PS: The article in question was “Are You a Midnight Genius?” by H. Allen Smith, originally published by the Saturday Evening Post, December 20, 1958. Still trying to track it down online, but so far all I’ve found are “under copyright” and “unavailable”. Bum-mer.
Kootiepatra: The Noid! I remember him! Domino’s, right?
Your dream reminds me of this line of monsters from Legend of Zelda, variously called Wall Masters or Floor Masters, who are basically hands that pop up, try to grab Link, and deposit him back at the start of the dungeon.
@Buttercup:
Listen up, sheeple! If you want to stop being sheeple and start thinking for yourselves, just do what I tell you to do!
I took a poke around Matthew’s blog as well and ran into The Sex Conundrum: An Atheist Against Sex. It’s mostly a collection of reasons Matthew isn’t interested in having sex — which is a perfectly reasonable position, obviously — which he has gone ahead and generalized to the entire human population. Underpinning the whole thing was the unquestioned belief that women are responsible for the sexual feelings of men who are attracted to them. Mostly it was just really sad.
Yeah, I’m crippling my cats’ spiritual lives, I’m sure.
Also, slavery is a horrible, terrible, indefensible thing that will forever taint the USA, but I’m pretty sure there was plenty of spirituality among the slaves we kept, so his “spiritual death” blather is defeated.