Today, another little treasure from the trash pile — that is, a comment someone left here but that I decided not to let through but which I have since decided might be worth sharing with the world.
This particular commenter — an excitable Man Going His Own Way reacting to my post Women are overpriced vagina buses that won’t let you ride them — has a bit of a fixation on a certain word that starts with “C,” which he managed to use 14 times in his tl;dr rant.
I’ve taken the liberty of cutting out boring stuff, breaking up his wall of text into paragraphs, and highlighting some of my favorite bits. And, in the interest of making the world a slightly nicer place, I’ve replaced each instance of the word “cunt” with “bundt cake.” Who doesn’t like cake?
Let’s see what Poltergeist1981 has to say, shall we?
Wow – look at all the bundt cake-hurt on this comment section! Nothing but baseless statements, Strawmen, and a myriad of other logical fallacies combined with emotional trauma. Not amazed or surprised through, bundt cakes hate it when you call them out on their bundt cake bullshit, especially if they are biased feminazi bundt cakes. …
Damn. I’m hungry already.
What are the feminists doing now? Complaining about how men sit? Man Spreading they call it? Give me a fucking break you bundt cakes – we have something in between our legs that makes it uncomfortable to sit like you do! It’s too bad you can’t grow a cock and pair of balls to understand that, but none the less what a pathetic fucking group it has become.
Ah, manspreading. If what I’ve seen is any indication, the overwhelming majority of the talk about “manspreading” has come from men who are absolutely furious that anyone could possibly suggest that maybe they shouldn’t take up more than one seat on a crowded subway. With all the talk about the possible harm to their allegedly HUGE BALLS, it’s almost as though they’re afraid of some sort of symbolic castration.
Angry dudes: some people with cocks and balls as big as yours manage do this on a regular basis — in part to avoid getting harassed or worse by transphobes — so quit your bellyaching about having to keep your legs together for a few minutes on the subway.
Feminists need to fuck off about the first world – you have more than your fair share of human rights (way more than men now) – and need to start focusing on the middle east where they still force bundt cakes to wear burkas or however / whatever you call them.
Spoken like a real expert on gender in the Middle East. Are you by chance Richard Dawkins?
Do they really focus on that though? No – they focus on bullshit like man-spreading. You want to know why? Because first world bundt cakes are superficial – idiotic – and are only good for what is between their legs, and half of you aren’t even good for that now – fucking STD infected land whales.
Uh, if these “land whales” aren’t even “good for” sex now, how is it that so many of them (at least in your imagination) have managed to get Sexually Transmitted Diseases?
Put the fork fucking down and close your fucking legs.
I would say “or” rather than “and” here. Nothing wrong with forks, or with sex, but combining the two may not be the best idea. You could put an eye out.
[A]ll you bundt cake are so extremely superficial, fucked up, nasty, no morals, can’t fucking cook, can’t fucking clean, just overall good for nothing, and you’re only good for sex assuming your bundt cake is clean and you’re not a fucking whale.
True, a clean bundt cake is preferable to a dirty one.
[I]t’s not that we can’t get laid – it’s because we just don’t want it from you anymore – it’s not worth our trouble.
I get more enjoyment from fucking a fleshlight to my favorite porn now than going through the trouble of being with some boring good for nothing / nasty / etc bundt cake to then eventually bust a nut with.
That poor, poor Fleshlight.
Also why would I or any of us want to have a “deep / intimate / close” relationship with you? You are not interesting, fun, uplifting, or anything what women USED to be back during the days where traditional conservative women were the norm.
I’m sure women who were systematically denied education were much more interesting conversationalists.
You say that “patriarchy” forced them to be that way when really, they simply just had more class than you.
Uh, that’s not how things work.
Myself? 32 yrs old, Never married – 0 kids – make over 100k / year doing java programming, 0 STDs, Great body work out every day, Near perfect credit, awesome house, Ferrari (not an expensive one a modest one I got for a great price :D), and a PC master race gaming habit i’ll never leave.
Gosh, an angry MGTOW who’s a computer programmer and gaming enthusiast who thinks it’s hilarious to refer to himself as part of the “master race.” Way to dismantle the stereotypes, dude!
I love my life. Why should I fuck it up with marriage.
I’ll agree with you on this one. Do not fuck up your life — or, more to the point, anyone else’s — by getting married
I look at things like an economic transaction when it comes to women.
Boy, there’s a shock.
When you consider myself – the value I have will continue to grow as I get older – i’ll continue you make more and more money, and increase my market value.
Now take a woman – when it comes to most of you the only thing you’re really only good for is what is between your legs and your looks. That is what I consider a depreciating asset since eventually your looks will fade. Why should I have to MARRY you? No what I will do though – I will lease you. When our contract is up – I’ll replace you with a newer model.
Wait, weren’t you just declaring that women are worthless, and singing the praises of your Fleshlight? And now you’re bragging about “leasing” young hotties with your Java money? Money that could be spent on Steam, or on a replacement Fleshlight? You’re going your own way SO HARD that you brag about bribing women into having sex with you?
You ask who will take care of me when I get sick? My new model or you if you have not depreciated enough to be replaced at such a time. I will ALWAYS have a replacement..
Yes, keep telling yourself that.
Now if I found a woman that actually has many values / morals / etc that is worth keeping around – EVEN THEN – I would still not marry her. Why? Because a woman like that probably ALREADY has a job that pays really well, she can take care of herself, she does not need my money – she would be seeing me because we have mutual interests and SHE IS INTERESTING and not superficial –
I shudder at the thought of a women who has “mutual interests” with you, given that your main interest seems to be calling women “cunts” on the internet.
BUT SHE HAS ALL THIS MONEY??!?! So why should I risk losing HALF OF MY SHIT to a woman who is making as much IF NOT MORE money as myself? Where is the logic in that shit?
We don’t care if you don’t marry. I’d much prefer you didn’t.
Honestly until the laws that fuck guys financially GO AWAY from drivoces go the way of the dinosaur – MGTOW 4 fucking life. Fuck that shit.
And now we’ve reached the part of the rant in which the ranter descends into gibbering incoherence.
I would like to ask some of you bundt cakes. Is your pussy worth my life? Is it? I seriously fucking doubt it – and to the those who say Yes – it is – fuck off and die – you are what is wrong with the world and women today mmmkaY? kkthxbai
MGTOW 4 life, bundt cakes.
Bundt cake for life, MGTOWs!
They’d travel back in time to prevent Hitler from being assassinated.
So right now he’s in his thirties, in shape, has a good-paying job, and no woman will touch his wiener. But when he’s old and saggy and unemployed because his specialty is friggin’ Java, a series of young hotties who are all traditional homemakers AND wealthy businesswomen AND fascinating conversationalists who share his interests (he has both kinds, computer programming and computer gaming) will fall in love with him and beg to change his bedpans and listen to him rant about how gross vaginas are until he dumps them for the next hottie in line. That will definitely happen, and then we’ll be sorry.
Sometimes these guys are so sad I feel bad about making fun of them. Not this time, but, you know, probably some other time, hypothetically.
Is this guy naming himself after the original Poltergeist movie? Because that actually came out in 1982.
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I don’t mind commuting with the dead as long as they don’t manspread.
Could get messy with all that ectoplasm.
…communing.
THE “N” AND “T” ARE TOTALLY CLOSE TOGETHER ON THE KEYBOARD! *covers up your keyboard…and your phone*
I think gynomancy sounds like those new-agey types who talk about what a magical experience giving birth is.
My brother plays a lot of team sports and his friends are constantly coming up with new nicknames to refer to his famously large balls. (They’re basically decent guys and its interesting how non-defensive huge rugby players can be when we’ve discussed feminism. Lack of insecurity?) Anyway, despite my brother’s anatomical extremes, he has no problem sitting like any other normal person. Manspreading is about claiming territory, not comfort.
My first thought:
@SFHC
Literally LOL’d.
freemage:
Holy balls, really? Talking fleshlights? I’d love to hack one of those before delivery. Imagine an MGTOW in the throes of metal-tube-based ecstasy, and about one time in fifty it comes out with something totally boner-destroying. Perhaps a line from Gilbert Gottfried’s dramatic reading of Fifty Shades of Grey.
I’m pretty sure that “nostalgia for things which didn’t exist” is kind of redundant. Nostalgia is looking at the past through rose-colored glasses. Sometimes it’s seeing the good (whatever one’s concept of “good” might be) and severely downplaying the bad, or even ignoring it entirely. Other times it’s seeing only the ideals of the time (or just your concept of them, which may not be accurate) even though most ideals are things which few can achieve. Either way, it almost certainly also involves ignoring the fact that the good which was specific to that idea of the past may not be compatible with the good that exists in the present.
Almost by definition, nostalgia is pining for something which was never entirely real.
True, but there’s a special kind of nostalgia for times and places you were never at in the first place, not just misremembered but not remembered at all.
Summon a flock of vaginas to aid in oppressing teh menz?
Pandapool:
I think that’s a Dawkins parody account I encountered recently. It’s all stuff like that, and it’s hilarious read. Real Richard Dawkins is slightly more restrained.
Poltergeist1981? Assuming 1981 is in reference to his birth year, shouldn’t that make him 33-34? Gosh math is hard! Can’t even get it done for your imaginary life!
Okay, semi-emergancy. I was taking my dog for a walk and this strange dog comes into my yard. It looks like he’s broken free of some chains but has no tags. Should I keep him in the yard until morning so I can find his owner or…? Because I have no idea who this dog belongs to or what he’s gonna do unattended. It’s, like, 2am here so I’d like some guidances soon please anyone?
I loled at the line “good for nothing / nasty / etc”.
Such vocabulary. Much sick burn. Wow.
I mean, if the sheer number of bundt cakes didn’t already give away the secret that this dude doesn’t have a tremendous command of the written word, this sealed it. “Good for nothing, nasty… uh… I mean, I know lots of insults… er, just fill in your own.”
…I am ashamed to admit that I got incredibly amused by purposefully interpreting this literally and thinking, “Well, he’s using it wrong”.
@Pandapool – You can try calling the non-emergency police number to see if they have anyone around who can deal with it. I personally would not approach a strange dog in the middle of the night.
I lol’d.
‘Gynomancer’ is the best word I’ve seen today.
It is said that the most eldritch secrets of teh females can be found in the fabled Gynonomicon.
@Kootie
That’s the thing though. I live out in the boonies. I don’t even know where the police station is out here.
IDK, my mother woke up because the dog started whinning, so we desided to give him some food and water outside our gate. If he’s here in the morning, I’ll deal with him but otherwise he’ll be wandering out there. He seems really playful and nice. It’s a shame his owners didn’t have the ounce of responsibility to get him some tags.
I just hope he doesn’t get hurt. We live near a road that isn’t that active but trucks come by and they drive way too damn fast for a windy road in a forest. We’re hoping he goes back home.
The whites of his eyes were rather pink though. Would that be something to be concerned about?
Apologies for plugging my own blog, but I recently put a badly drawn cartoon together about this apparent need to inspire jealousy in feminists that keeps the MGTOW coming to feminist sites attempting to troll:
http://depressedfeminist.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/could-sex-bots-be-solution.html
katz:
That’s modern nostalgia for you. Nostalgia was more genuine when I was a kid.
With one exception: Old 8-bit and 16-bit games. Hell yes.