So as the dude behind this blog I get a fairly steady stream of communications from, well, dudes who are not such big fans of the blog. Alongside the veiled threats and not-so-veiled threats and fat jokes and intimations of cuckoldry and predictions of an imminent “beta uprising” I also get emails from guys who profess to be just so confused as to why I even have such a blog, do I hate men or something? I’m not sure if any of them are asking sincerely; most seem to think their little notes will somehow shame me into quitting.
I got one of these notes last night from a fellow who calls himself, alternately, Tom Stanton, Tom Alexander and “Max.”
Do I embrace my masculinity?
“Embracing your masculinity” sounds so much like a euphemism for, well, you know, that I can’t even see it without mentally adding “wink wink nudge nudge know what I mean say no more SAY NO MORE” like in that old Monty Python sketch.
In this case, though, the thing they’re trying to insinuate is that anyone who opposes the sort of shitheads I write about on this blog must not be a REAL MAN but rather some GIANT CUCK who’s WHITE KNIGHTING for PUSSY or something. Or maybe they think I get a discount on cucking equipment at the local Feminist Mart?
But here’s the thing, Max (and his brother Tom and his other brother Tom), if you and your pals identify enough with the shitheads I write about on this blog to get mad that I write about them, you’re not “men who are proud to be men.” You are shitheads. You are an embarrassment to your gender.
I do this blog because I think someone needs to be writing regularly about your brand of shitheads, and, for some strange reason, I kind of enjoy it. Luckily for me there are a decent number of people out there who enjoy reading about you guys and/or feel that this blog provides a public service; enough of these folks donate enough money to keep the blog going that I can, well, keep the blog going. (Thanks, donors! New pledge drive coming soon!)
In other words, one of the biggest rewards to doing this blog is that I can keep doing this blog, tracking and mocking shitty guys like you, and, I hope, doing a little something to limit your baleful influence on society.
Here’s that old Monty Python sketch, because what the hell.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGrvQ1c5khU
I was thinking the same thing as brian.
Skitty:
Yeah. Off the top of my head I can’t think of any major Manosphere figures or Alt-righters who don’t come across as absolutely miserable and insecure to the extreme. Look at Paul Elam’s constantly bugging out eyes or roosh’s empty ones. these are not the faces of happy secure men. I’d feel bad for them if they weren’t so awful.
Hell even more look at Trump the man who all these groups (until recently anyway) held up as the perfect strong man. He is so obviously insecure. And he’s what they see as an “Alpha male.”
Also, all feminists, anti-misogynists, and Democrats, get money to protest from Millionaire George Soros, so we’re rich enough to donate tons of money to David. Right? Come on, Soros, where’s my check???
Today on Brongbart News: Apparently it’s only Soros-funded groups who want to see the WH visitor logs. I’m thinking the CIA and FBI are also interested, but I learned about investigation from reading books by forensic scientists, so maybe I’m wrong.
All these paragraphs may contain un-marked sarcasm and/or satire.
Ahh, the old “white knight” accusation. “If you are supportive of women in any way you must be hoping they will sleep with you.”
Do these people think I can fuck through my computer screen?
…I can’t, in case anybody was wondering.
If these men simply were “proud of their masculinity”, then yeah, there’d be a lot for men to ashamed of.
OT : In other news, Cerno is being Cerno again.
Sinkable John:
Did……Did he just claim to be Cthulhu?
@Zatar re: Sinkable John re: Cerno
Once again, I need to get some Lovecraft texts.
@Zatar, Troubelle
Well…
“That is not dead which eternal lie […]”
Or maybe a Greyjoy. Euron probably. He’s the biggest asshole on the Iron Islands and the Iron Islands has a lot of assholes. They say “what is dead may never die” but that’s pretty close.
Cthulhu is too cool to be compared to Cerno. The Iron Islands however, tend to be full of fail. So I think it works better.
I’ma try Cerno thinking. Lovecraft saw real shit all along and just really poorly translated it (he may have mentioned something ’bout it’s so fucked up it literally blows minds).
“That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange aeons even truth may die.”
Like, I dunno, “death” and “truth” could sound/read alike in that language. In which case Cerno is indeed immortal.
Yeah, reality might wanna argue with that, dipshit.
*Also, the whole thing with the Old Ones and shit ? It then has a very real chance of being a lot more stupid.
@Sinkable John
If he doesn’t know the power of “baby jesus forgives me so I can keep getting away with being a hypocrite and a crook”, Cerno is laughably naive as well as being a terrible mass of bone and skin.
@Sinkable John
Now I want them to fire Bannon even more.
Well David may well be doing this blog as a public service but I am so entertained by his posts I’m wondering if he’s in a relationship? I’d far rather date him or like-minded men than the repugnant manospherians. Not sure if it’s against the rules to post things like this but I’d be interested in dating him if he’s free, I’m in the U.K. though, so unlikely to happen. In the meantime I’ll enjoy the blog. Thanks David
My son is exceptionally tall, strong, hairy, muscular, has a very deep voice and is very involved in sport. He has every characteristic of the douche jock except one – the douche part. At the age of 15 he cooked up a stunt with his best friend (who was short, skinny and a proudly Out gay man) to sort out the homophobic bullies who were plaguing Friend. They strongly insinuated (without actually saying so) that Son was Friend’s boyfriend, and would wreak physical vengeance on the bullies. The problem stopped.
A straight 15 year old jock pretended to be in a gay relationship to help out a friend and gave not one single fuck what anyone thought of that. That’s how to be a man, MRAs.
I think that the idea of “cucking equipment” is fantastic, and I think a line of WHTM branded cucking equipment would really take off. Then, when accused of being a “cuck,” you could respond, “Cuck? I run the CUCK STORE, SON!!!”
That whole sketch is surprisingly accurate to MRAs.
This video is actually from last year and I may be the only mammoth who hasn’t seen it, but it’s freaking hilarious in its awfulness. It’s Baked Alaska’s “Build the Wall’. I thought at first this was an obvious parody featuring the singer from Nickelback. It appears not.
@Tosca, Chaos made Flesh
All the applause and chocolate to your awesome son (and to you, for awesome parenting) <3
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mh07WlB46Gw
^About the same level of insecurity we’re dealing with here
@eientei
Nah. Cerno is living off his exwife’s alimony, Elam has a daughter (luckily estranged), etc. They’ve had sex, they just happen to be shit people. Same with, I’d imagine, most of their sycophants
Mish, I saw that on Twitter, and I cracked up at the “I just want a drumstick on my plate”…and that grill on his teeth?
I don’t think it was Nickleback he was parodying.
The guy is an asshole.
@PeeVee,
One has to admire the blinds in the back, too. Such minimalism 😛
It’s so derpy and cringeworthy, but the comments are mostly gushing approval, including one from Milo himself. Squee!
@Mish,
I have blinds like that in my living room, but I have curtains that frame them.
Questioning my decorating decisions, right now.
I also like the reply to Milo’s comment from Android Politician:
*Snerk*
An old friend once commented on my “overwhelmingly masculine household”. What, two dads and two sons?
Oh. . .
Both of our sons present as cisgender heteronormative. As far as I can tell, they are comfortable in their masculinity; they have been raised to believe that it is compatible with intelligence and civility.
Just FYI, “Tom Alexander” isn’t in the email address; it popped up in another context.
And thanks, everyone, for the kind comments.
I make a point of avoiding talk about my personal life/relationships (aside from the kitties) because the less the shitheads know the better. I don’t want to inadvertently make someone a target for them. And this way they can speculate to their heart’s content based on no evidence!
Heh, I never feel more masculine than when I’m visiting my favorite leather bar. Maybe if Max joins me he can get all that toxicity or if his system?