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Do you hate getting beat up, raped, or otherwise physically assaulted as much as I do? (warning: the first link is NOT work or children friendly) If your answer is no–and you are a rape and bondage fetishist, or just curious go here.

But if you are tired of being afraid, try some Krav Maga–you can use more of what you learn with real actual self-defense in ten lessons of Krav Maga than you will EVER need to learn in ten years of Gong Fu, Tai Qi, or karate. Don’t believe me? Watch this video below.

There are defenses against hair pulling, bear hugs, chokes, and even being picked up off of the ground! Here is one example of a defense against a common assault: from behind, while loading groceries!

Did that look hard? It’s not! But the blogosphere is constantly buzzing with fearful dialogues about real, and often, imaginary rape, and women rally around rape anxiety, but how often do you spend the time to learn about self defense?

The best defense against rape is learning how to NOT get raped–how NOT to be a victim. Krav Maga can teach you more about actual self defense in ten lessons than any other martial art, and the last incredible Krav Maga instructor I met was a middle aged white woman.

Most of Krav Maga is based on techniques of actual street fighting–not theoretical martial wisdom, or ‘spiritual’ based disciplines. It is also one of the most adapted and adaptable forms of martial arts I have ever participated in.

And I bet you can do most of those moves you saw up there, too, but you just need to practice the more developed stuff with a trained instructor.

Well, if you live in the Minneapolis Saint Paul area, you will have a chance to do just that. Internationally renowned Krav Maga trainer Tamir Gilad , a Global Instructor for the International Krav Maga Federation, trainer to Israeli police and soldiers, women and children, is coming to Minneapolis on October 25th, but you have to register in advance, because his classes are popular.

Here below, Gilad talks about how he trains you–and the police that you call when you are in trouble as well.

The event is from 6 to 9 p.m., October 25th at Conga Nightclub in Nordeast Minneapolis!

For details call Gail at 612-558-2284, and tell her pornalysis sent you, or go to http://kravmagampls.com or send an e-mail to info@kravmagampls.com

Regions of the brain affected by PTSD and stress.

This is your brain on PTSD

[This happened last night actually. It takes time to reflect on such events. Read this as if it is happening, because these are my thoughts immediately after the event]

I was physically assaulted less than two hours ago and I did not report it to the police.  Is that a bad thing? I guess it depends on who engenders the dialogue…It depends on what I look like, compared to my perpetrator.

And hitting back is never an option if you are male–you just learn to take it–long after the fear of violence leaves your body, anger sets in, and then the numbness, and then the matrix of contradictions about women’s violence against men and children–and men who  were once children. Then depression.

But from my literal, lifetime of  experience, men who call the police are as likely as their perpetrator to get hauled off to jail, because violence against men is du jour, and profitable one way or the other to the police and state court systems, as well as to women’s organizations that depend on minimizing and marginalizing  this topic.

Men who break the norms, and the rules of being violated or bullied by women are a bigger threat to society than men who just shut up, and take it “like a man, “because shouldering the violence of America has always been a male burden, and always has been expected of us.

I spent over fifteen years employed in, or owning businesses, that were a cultural anthropologists dream of opportunities to observe situational violence, and served as training grounds for violent women to get away with violent crimes.

Then something kicked in: I had had enough of violence. It is a toxic poison that creeps into the center of you, and seeps out in all the wrong places.

But before I get all rhetorical, here are the facts of my assault, two hours ago:

1) I was walking home from a bar–not drunk, but buzzed enough to sleep. I like a few beers to calm recurrent PTSD, and I like to walk at late at night. But I am always prepared for violence.

2) I walked from the bar clutching a prime cut of flank steak, rare, nestled into a bed of fried yam fries. I looked forward to finishing my meal at home, over a cold one.

3) I walked one block towards home, and quickly noted the sound of loud voices. Loud voices are not uncommon at this time of night, but loud female voices, raucous, and ‘distressed’ in that way that females can get–all worked up over comments about hair or something.

4) I pulled my large canister of pepper spray out of my side pocket, and hid it in my hand, knowing full well that violent women travel in packs, and always have violent men beside them. I proceeded forwards at my green light.

Raucous womens voices late at night are very common, and almost always charged with violent or sexual energy. As a male, and trained to the sound of ‘women in distress‘ as most males are, I recognized one distinct female voice and then another–parties to the conflict, it turns out.

In my years of experience, the loudest females are usually capable of initiating the most violence,and their will to violent rhetoric is almost always a signal to actual violence to come–that violence which sucks others in.

Their vocal ranges were beyond ordinary, and obviating my caution.’

5) I proceeeded forwards, and encountered a large diverse group of males and females outside a bar. That bar, my memory told me is one that I recognized as being a former ‘hillbilly stomping ground’ or, a bar that was once predominantly full of white people

6) That bar is currently a  ‘wigger/nigger bar’ where everyone of all races calls each other nigger. “Wusup myNigga”,” Yo Nigga,” “You my nigga?” and so forth. Make of that what you will.

7) I paused ten or fifteen feet from the site of the violence, and looked at my options. People were flowing from the bar to the street. My experience has taught me that the Laden principle of street crossing does not apply for men at all, for various reasons too much to go into here, with this being one of the more extreme examples of what happens to men who disobey the rules [here]

So, engendered male, my options of walking around the violence were as good as my options walking through the violence–side note: if you have never been around violence, good for you. Stop reading here. You deserve a nice life, with your head tucked firmly up your privileged ass, and nice, fresh  clean, cloudlike white diapers every day!!

I grew up in the most extreme violence, and spent years climbing out of it, with varied success.

But I have never been so fortunate, and I have never been sheltered or or protected by any law, or entity, ever. So here is my reasoning during that moment.
a) walk around the violence–which had alreadyspread into the street, which meant waiting for a stoplight. If I immediatyely extricated myself, and walked across the street despite a contradictory stoplight, I could face police violence–which is always more scary that crowd violence.

b) walk through the violence at an opportune moment. An opportune moment is one wherein ‘friendly’ members of a mob recognize me, and my face as a face unaffiliated with that mob violence, and let me “pass”. This is a common occurence when an out-group member encounters in-group violence. ( Anthropology 101?).

c) wait till the violence passes, in which case I might become a witness to the violence, implicated in the violence, and also a further victim via police line-ups, witness statements, and other dirty cop tactics of social control/police authority–like arresting people who refuse to participate in the charade of informing the good officers what happened.

WWJD? What Would Jew Do? What do the good atheists and the good skeptics and humanists have to say?

I won’t wait long to hear that all violence is perpetrated by men, etc etc, ad nauseum.

Nor will I wait in telling you what I did: I walked gingerly through the violence as I have attempted all my life, but only after I had made eye contact and shared facial expressions with members of the crowd who seemed to be relatively detached from the violence– like rolling my eyes, and signifying that such violence is ‘NOT any business of mine’, eye to eye with what appeared to be the most sober, humored people in that crowd.

But what was that violence, you ask?  Who were the violent people in the crowd? And what was my assault? What were the dirty bits?

I will tell you: after my WWJD moment passed, and I was affirmatively nodded through the crowd by seemingly detached participant A -a white male in Wigger gear, and participant B-a mixed female in college age clothes–I walked on by in the path that cleared like a parted Red Sea…

At which point the combatants–who had been pulled apart just before my entry–re-converged.

Two tall (5’10-11″), relatively attractive mixed and or black females, who had been pushed away from each other, lunged at each other, from 10 feet away, and despite being yelled at to calm down, insisted on throwing punches over the shoulders of their referees who were trying to hold them back.

And that is where the shit got funny.

Imagine now, girl A and girl B, and Guy A:

As I passed Girl A on my right–who was being pushed out of the conflict by Guy A–she began to punch guy A in the face; at which point, he gave her a hard shove in the center of her chest and told her to knock it off. She responded with full fingernails and fists in his face, and then, backing off, said

” I’ve already called 911.”  That, in my experience, has been  what any 911 call looks like anyways–some woman who digs a shitter deep hole with her violence, and THEN calls the cops FIRST. Female bullies always call the cops when they are about to get their asses kicked for what they do. ( ANOTHER STORY)

Needless to say, I moved forwards, past her, and out of range–or so I thought.

Having passed, as I turned to look back at woman A) AND THE MAN SHE WAS PUNCHING–and  I was punched squarely in my right kidney by combatant number two, Girl B, from out of nowhere.

Like a Myriam, not turned to a pillar of salt nearly, but definitely a man who was punched with a boxers rib jab by yet another woman, I was cowed, and gasped–my kidneys are my weak point, as I have only one, and I haven’t done a boxers sit-up in years!

Then, she rushed by me, slightly looking over her shoulder in my direction, made eye contact, and then hurled forwards towards girl A.

Ouch, I thought in that moment. My bad kidney!-my only kidney,  in the shape of a horshoe by defect of birth. I have no idea why she socked me there–a complete stranger hit my weak spot!! But I am aware that any good boxer knows the sheer value of a kidney shot can take an opponent out quicker than a good hook to the jaw.

Women seem to know your weak spots, and go for them by rote. I have learned that through a lifetime of being assaulted by women, and wondered if she had a brother who might have taught her the value of that shot; I actually marveled at her punching power!

And it got even weirder–I noticed her strong long legs going up to her ass like pillars; I refelcted on the years and years of knowing women’s violence first hand, that if I worked the game and acted a victim--I could probably even use that card to work my way into the crowd, and win approval as a victim–maybe even hook up with her at some point because ‘she owed me’ something–an apology.

I watched this sort of bar violence, and bar politics for years on end, enough to know its system, and work it.

Such is the perverse nature of enduring women’s violence.Now, I had to pause, and reflect–and also salaciously admire–these two comely
warriors that I had been caught in the middle of.  I also instantly recognized the value of my life experience–the value of knowing that most people–and certainly most white women– could not be so lucky to see what I have seen about women in general, and women’s violence in particular.

But women are egregiously violent, and more so when drinking.  And white people in general–detached as they are from the primal heirarchy, and reality in general–they don’t see or acknowledge it because they refuse to look–it scares them. It is a discussion that needs tobe had.

And most white violence takes rhetorical forms, and hides itself behind police and state structures.

They employ victim narratives that disadvantage some at the expense of others–white peoples violence is systemic, inappropriately examined, and malevolently applied via social tropes, and stereotyopes that uphold social orders, even while perpetrating violence elsewhere. The white power structure is not a valid representation of reality–but it works well  as a system of social control, and as  system of capital formation and  taxation.

Put another way, that system relies on lies, rather than truths to sell itself to you.

And white peoples choices to systemically refuse to discuss violence perpetrated by women? White culture decisions to marginalize stories of womens violence? That is the grease in the gears of such as system of social control.

Wanna’ know  the main tool of controlling boys, or turning them into state sponsored homicidal maniacs?

Tell the boys “never ever hit girls.” And doubly damn the boy who would sock her back–all social mechanisms are designed to uphold this sort of female violence.

This was a painful, lunacy-worthy lesson in contradiction for me most of my life: being bullied, and battered by girls and women from infancy into adulthood. But it’s there, and it’s real. My kidney will tell you that tomorrow.

Now here’s the really, really fucked up part–the really demented part–about the specific, and differential effects of women’s violence against people in general, and men, specifically, AND ME THREE HOURS AGO, that sits in my craw: despite having been assaulted by a complete stranger; and despite a crowd of witnesses seeing it–seeing me, a mere passing stranger– being literally punched in my back! by a woman I have never known–is unthinkably wrong, unspeakably demented–and strangely, according to girl/boy politics–acceptable to my society!!

If I were to call it in as an assault against my person, there is no doubt in my mind that I would be brought into a jail, or a mental institution–because womens violence is condoned, encouraged, accepted, and validated by police culture, and society at large. Any member of team female violence would no doubt concoct some derailing minimalization of that woman’s violence against me.

And, as those things most certainly always work out, the officer on the scene–being a fem-trained dolt, woul say ” Well, I gotta bring one a yuh in, or both of yuh,” because police are trained like everyone else to conceive of women as “victums of mail viuhlince,” despite decades of studies to the contrary.

It blows my mind.

I had been “tapped” by that violent female as a potential ally, witness or partner in her crimes of violence; and by my experience, and by inference, as a potential sexual partner by my willingness to “protect her” should the police actually come, or she loses her shit too deep in some trouble she started, or chose to participate in.

Or maybe, I was merely assaulted, again.

And after a lifetime of enduring women’s villence, i know it quite well. Sounds strange, doesn’t it? Sounds like Stockholm Syndrome, or trauma based bonding, right? Learn to love women, learn to love women’s violence.

But see, it was ME, engendered male, and well aware of such a discrepancy within my culture–many men would kill to be her hero in that moment (and I have not discussed the males in this crowd at all), who wasn’t about to have any part in it.

That I had endured random female violence from her out of nowhere was a gift, so the rhetoric says–lucky me, another chance to NOT open my mouth and condone it, or open my mouth like a playa’, and discuss my sexual opportunity! A chance to be a hero!

See, the trick with female violence is that they are daring you to ask for an apology–and on that basis they decide if you are a “good man or a bad man.”

Upholders of female violence are hero’s in a fascist culture–becuz theres always bigger trouble ahead in a fascist world full of perpetual war, and perpetual victims.

Sad, but true: women’s violence against men–and men remaining complicit through silence–is what encourages further acts of violence. Violence and stress caused by violence has a cumulative effect and it begins in childhood.[ .pdf here]

Story of my life–literally. Women tapping out of the battles they get themselves into–me ‘saving them’, really, from their own violence.

My reward? Pussy in my face–if I play my cards right…but is that really a reward? I don’t think so–because I realize that every woman I cover for could well be using that violence against children–and, if so, she needs to be stopped.

I wish my father was so wise….

And women’s violence against men and children–It has to stop being taken lightly.

Sadly, I do not have it in me to do what white women have been doing for years, and getting away with: I will not call the police; I will not call my mother (she’s been dead for over a decade now); and I will not relegate that anonymous woman’s violence into the realm of imprisonable deviance–because I know, and expect, that women are, and always will be violent.

What I WILL do is open the door to discussions about women’s violence, and open my ears as well to how we can solve this cyclical, circular problem. The only thing I know for sure about four hours ago? Not one man threw a punch at anyone, while two women duked it out, and over twenty bystanders looked on.

But no one did anything but laugh at that punch to my sole kidney. Not a damn one–even me. I will wait, and listen, if anyone has suggestions.
But the simple truth is, women who abuse, abuse those furthest from having an immediate voice in their rhetoric of violence–and the least power in any situation of women’s violence–and their victims seldom prosecute.

As the threat of police coming was in the air, the crowd pulled it’s consecutive heroine’s apart, and enabled them into the safety of running automobiles, and hurried away from the scene of their crimes.

The girl who struck me, looked at me and smiled sheepishly as she was ushered past me–and then she turned, and began to yell at her co-conspirator who drove her away ” I would have killed that bitch…”

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Moral Campaigns always have wide-legged white women at the center.

“Organized walks are usually meant to promote a charity, but that’s not the plan for a walk this weekend in the Twin Cities, James Schugel reports (2:06).”

MORE HERE: Twin Cities ‘SlutWalk’ Protests Sexual Violence Against Women.

SlutWalks, in case you haven’t heard, are a tool of police state feminism . They are controlled opposition that focuses women and girls on a war against words, rather than focusing them on a war against war.

While eradicating the world of “slut shaming” sounds like a good idea, it consumes the resource pool of dialogue to the point where this type of mis-directed sexist rhetoric effectively killed the abnti-war movement.

And none of it–none of it–will stop them from sending men–potential allies– to prison because men are framed in the dialogue as threats to the privileged white female social order. That order seeks alliance with police and state mechanisms of power, while demonizing men who do not venerate such an order. This challenges white female privilege in discussions of constructionist social intervention.

Their reply to the challenge? Sluts shouldn’t feel objectified! It appears that sexism is a two way street, and this sort of dialogue drives on both sides.

Yet prison serves only one purpose: it serves as a rapist’s training ground, and incarceration of male voices does little to end global violence against women and men of color by white people.

SLUTWALKS ARE  A DISTRACTION BY DESIGN, AS WHITE FEMALES HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THE FOCAL POINT OF CENTRALIZED WHITE POWER AND DIFFERENTIAL POLICE PROTECTION.

This march will host more angry white women than you will ever want to lay eyes on again. If you want to end rape, forever, don’t have white children–but also, don’t  leave children in the care of child molesters, and angry violators of social norms that affect children.

White women have the ugliest hearts you will ever see–and no matter how you dress up the piggy, put apples in it’s mouth, fishnets on its legs, or barbeque it, it is still pork.

Pigs of a feather, fly togetheR, when it comes to the Motherland. This version of feminism is just more of the same: white women running diversionary plays against society at large ever witnessing  the real picture of police brutality–and more feminist rapeflation, and proto-fascism in action, attacking straw men, instead of real people, institutions, and organizations that  make the wortld a less pleasant place to live.

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Who cares about ACTUAL police brutality, that kills defames,and rapes actual people, when words are so mean hurtful, and harmful!--and way easier to get all worked up about!

But isn’t it a bit early for Halloween? Oh, that’s right: Modern feminism is really clown feminism anyways. And EVERY day is Halloween for a clown!! Yaaaayyyy, time to play dress up, says Mommy Dearest

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Sluts Need Money–only you can fill the sick, hungry, starving vaginas of the world–with HOPE!

Donations needed for SlutWalk Minneapolis- ALMOST THERE! 🙂

We really need your help.
We have $1,742 in donations right now, and that means we have paid the permit for the Park Board. YES!
We have an additional invoice of $402 for the rentals for the road barriers for the Walk. The total is $2,137. We are only $395 away from paying for the Walk. So close, we can hardly stand it!!

Slutwalk’s started when a Toronto police officer said that the way women dress contributes to their chances of being sexually assaulted. The rationale goes: “If you don’t dress like a slut, your chances of being victimized or raped goes down.”

Why, that kicked off a worldwide movement for women to be able to dress any way they want ever, all the time! A war against the word SLUT!!

Only bad icky creepy menz would be against that! Because all men are potential rapists, they say, and all women potential victims.

Never mind actual victims of horrendous, and systemic rape, or actual police assault, like Kelly Thomas. These Sluts don’t speak for them, or devote their time to actual issues of violence.

While the girls and the gays were getting all frothed up at the bad policeman’s use of words, an actual victim of Toronto’s police violence, Dorian Barton, a photographer, was fighting through the actual system for his right to be heard after the police broke his shoulder in a vicious assault–because he was taking pictures of actual police brutality.

And police are killing, maiming, mauling and defaming people everywhere, without a peep out of the PeePee panderers–but the Sluts could care less–too busy getting gussied up; buying fishnets and painting their faces and painting signs with ‘bad werdz’ like “SLUTT” on them–and parading around as the clowns of civil rights, rather than activists for change.

It’s only a violation of civil rights if it makes my own PeePee hurt, right?

Clown feminism at it’s best–all costume, no substance, and always a diversion from the real show.

And, meanwhile, I bet you never heard of Dorian the photographer, or Kelly, the homeless mentally ill man, because of all the hoopla about vaginas, and clown feminist causes.

OH! the fun that can be had by walking around with the breeze blowing between your thighs, or your mangina’s! No need to worry about those man-pigs whjen you are on the same team!

Police Officer Manuel Ramos, one of the officers who beat Kelly Thomas to death: why do so many pigs actually LOOK like pigs?

Or you will you be too busy hanging out with these other Minneapolis sluts, feeding the poor ( in which case you are absolved of having to read any further vitriol, here)

The net cause –the goal–of the Slutwalkers? Reclaiming the word SLUT–or so they tell us. But if I were Joseph Goebbels?  I couldn’t possibly dream up a better job of covering up real issues of police violence, and actual police brutality, any better than women’s groups, and  women’s clown feminism causes actually do.

They work so hard to subvert true protest and dissent in their war against words, that the net effect is civil rights have taken the biggest hit in the history of America on the watch of feminism, than they ever did during the civil rights era.

It’s almost as if they work together–Toronto police were busy covering-up and actual case of gross violence–police brutality, and clown feminism was running diversionary tactics away from actual brutality.

We already know that women everywhere, much less in Minnesota are coming in ever greater numbers, and Slutwalks are just the right showcase for that phenomenon. After all, Nordic and European-descended mothers have a historic pattern of empowering their daughters, as per the paradigm discussed in  this post here. [supporting evidence here, and here as well.]

There's something fishy about clown feminism

Naughty Nurses, stripper pole clowns,dirty doctors, and stinkie Little Nemo over here:

Lizzy Brice says “Somewhere along the way we seem to have gotten confused. Author and columnist Ariel Levy puts it likes this in her 2006 book Female Chauvinist Pigs: Women and the Rise of Raunch Culture: “Only thirty years (my lifetime) ago, our mothers were “burning their bras” and picketing Playboy, and suddenly we were getting implants and wearing the bunny logo as supposed symbols of our liberation.”

And, women in Minneapolis are maddeningly, overwhelmingly and historically white as well, so it is the natural place for this sort of organizing.

It is also overwhelmingly gay, in every sense of the word, so SlutWalks are a crucial way for the LGBT and feminist movements to continue to subvert the real issue of police brutality. After all, Sluts can set their own prices in such an economy–and theiy’re way better to look at!

But ACTUAL police brutality? More icky dead men on death row?? Killing the mentally ill???

Priceless!

Clown Feminists call for the death of more white men, like formerly white male Kelly Thomas

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Have you heard of the battle between Jan Kruska and Petra Luna? Call me late to the game, but then again, the effects of women’s violence didn’t affect me until recently. Their story is old news, but it fits my thesis. I bumped into it when I was researching cyber-bullying and slander.

Jan and Petra are both caught up in the resurgence of the sex-negative/ sex positive movement, although they might not know it yet. As far as I can tell, they are the working class version of the academic porn wars that are waged today across the blogosphere.  They are also part of the problem in allowing women’s dialogues to go unheard–or put another way–we need to listen closer to women’s dialogues.

This battle gives us a glimpse of the sort of violence that women wage against each other, against children, and the sexual nature of those battles.

Jan was convicted some years ago of having sex with a teen-aged boy, so she became an advocate for her own causesex-offender registration. Petra is a vigilante who has declared a sort of mission to combat Jan’s mission . She is a Men’s Rights advocate with an organization devoted to helping men escape relationship, and women’s violence. I am no fan of MRA’s in general,  but I am an ardent advocate for the prosecution of female pedophiles at every single opportunity.

I can smell them a mile away--I have the same magical powers sniffing out female pedophiles that gender fems have sniffing out rapists— I also believe in equality, and so, I believe that men should have resources devoted to stopping violence against men and boys. But not devoted to religious vigilantes like Petra.

Politics makes strange bedfellows. Petra has threatened, bullied, and harassed Jan online . And here is Jan’s response to the harrassment.(be careful not to get your eye poked out by that wild 80’s up-do).

I am by default, solidly against bullying, and I will not be bullied either. Who did what first? Always them: I keep records.

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That's NOT a hacky sack!

But still, some feminists, and some in the LGBT/TS communities are often surprisingly silent about such harassment of women by women, much less men–they are first and foremost sworn to keep secrets, apparently. I also suspect that being vocal or truthful on the wider issues jeopardizes their identity somehow…

You can watch for yourself, and call your own shots in the battle. It’s been going on forever. When the issue is the abuse of children by women, most of the allied pro-woman community are dead silent. This reveals the extent of some women’s self righteousness in harassing and labeling others, at the expense of truth, or justice, as well as where such dialogues are headed–the sliding scale–the filtering–of women’s truth to the wider audience, about women’s violence against each other, and children.

I suspect that at the root of such dialogues there are many secrets, one woman to the next, that have nothing to do with men or patriarchy, and these secrets shared between women are what create rapists and other ‘criminals.’

But no one wants to look at that yet–there’s just too much money to be made kicking straw-men in the balls all the time, and forming organizations and getting ‘funding’ by keeping that dialogue quiet right now.

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On Sept. 1, 1939, World War II began as Nazi Germany invaded Poland.

What social climate made that possible? Fear, certainly had something to do with it, like the kind of fear that American women suffer from–rapeflation*.

Much of feminism is so conflated with fascism today, that often they cannot see themselves in that mirror. But Naomi Wolf gets a glimpse every now and again.

Below she discusses one of her experiences with a Holocaust survivor who remembers what things were like in Germany as the Nazi’s took power–and how eerily similar it is to America, 2011.

So why is it that on some blogs, especially blogs that claim to be feminist– can’t make the same connection between right wing policies of repression, and left wing actuation of that opression? Oh, that’s right–the brownshirts never recognize their blackshirt collaborations or excesses until it is too late.

All those little Eichmanns…

Also on this day in history, in 1972, American Ieland’s Bobby Fischer won the international chess crown in Reykjavik (RAY’-kyuh-vik), Iceland, as Boris Spassky of the Soviet Union resigned before the resumption of game 21.

Fischer, himself a Jew– was accused by right wing Zionists and fascist Jews of being an anti-semite famously pre-saged the hypocritical dilemma’s of the fascists and feminists in America, for which he was banished, hated, and maligned.

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Bobby Fischer : “The United States is an illegitimate country, just like Israel. It has no right to exist. That country belongs to the Red man, the American Indian… It’s actually a shame to be a so-called American, because everybody living there is a usurper, an invader taking part in this crime, which is to rob the land, rob the country and kill all the American Indians.”

* rapeflation is a propaganda technique; the tendency of feminists and social agencies to inflate statistical evidence, and conflate sexual choice with sexual abuse, in favor of gaining funding, and sway public opinion to their initiatives.

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Awhile ago I posted about white female privilege, the ritual fiction of women’s oppression, and its net negative effect on other people who actually take risks for all people, like Ellen Beth Wachs.

I was breaking the second to the  last* taboo, talking about white women’s privilege…and also talking about the blonde haired Jew!

Ellen Beth Wachs is an atheist, humanist hero facing 15 years in prison for making orgasmic noises.  Most white women don’t know that, because they have never risked anything except  fear of big openings that transport human life up and down–you know, like Rebbeca Watsons now famous fear of elevators.

Nor do American white women take actual risks for truly noble and self sacrificing  dissent anymore because lying, hating, and fearing, AND getting funding for phony social morality crusades is soooo much easier! But they sure do talk a lot about it. And Talk, and Talk, and Talk some more.

White women sure can talk!! They are good at that–it’s in their jeans–their true religion descended panties.

Sisterhood is cool as long as woman-whiteys don’t take real risks, and don’t do no time! Sisterhood is even more cool if you can ride your bike with your ass to traffic, and not get called on ‘your shit.’

But where are all those verbose white women on Ellen Beth Wachs??

“A circuit judge granted bail Friday for Ellenbeth Wachs, the embattled legal coordinator for the Atheists of Florida who’s facing criminal allegations that she made sexual noises inside her home that were heard by a 10-year-old neighbor,” says the Ledger.com

I understand deconstruction, and the rhetoric of the body as concerns privilege and the imagery of the human form; i understand the whole white people deconstructing their privilege and all–what I don’t understand is white women not getting it for the long haul.

And then, I remember…I remember for for them, because their fears of lost privilege keep them negotiating for their ‘safety,’ and ‘safe passage.’

White women, especially blondes with blue eyes, were once highly prized slaves from the Khazar kingdom to the middle east, where they were seen as exotic, and alluring; wild animals that were caught and tamed; trained and sold by slavers–may of those slavers Ashkenazi Jews, other Slavs, or Arabs.

And man, did ‘inter-breeding’ piss the Sephardic Jews off to no end!

Here is a kosher link to that factoid so that I don’t get labeled an !! Anti-shemite!! as so many herd-oriented white women, liberals, and

White Female Privilege Has a Long History in a Different Kind of Slavery--their own. The Princesses in the Towers of privilege.

schmucks tend to do once you bring up Jewish history , or Jews owning slaves.

I mean, even Jews have a hard time recognizing he importance of talking about that.

I would be better off being a closet racist who could be called out, a homophobe, a pedophile or a Republican among the feminist leaning left, and liberals, because at least then, they could hate me for something specific that fits into their hate script, and is well documented; something that they could ‘change’ in me or despise. Something they could point a jaded rubber phallus a, or whack me over the head with.

A disembodied, de-humanized, theoretical entity that could be labeled white, and male, or just male –hell that’s enough with some of those people–an objectified persona that they could direct hate , and self righteous missives at. But that’s been done already, long before white females had the social power that was given to them which they now batter people with.

If i never hear another of them talk about circumcision!

…Jews bought slaves who they then circumcised and converted into ‘half’ Jews. In the event of manumission the slave became, with certain very slight reservations, a full Jew, and even while he was a slave he was for ritual purposes regarded as a Jew. He could handle the wine of his owner and do his cooking. Not so the Christian servant, to whom the restrictions of the segregative laws applied.

Man, I can hold my own damn wine–but you whiners? Get another drink, and settle down already….

If I called a spade a spade it is clearly racist, right? If I used a racial epithet, or a sexist trope, I could be called on that and duly crucified in the rhetoric; but I don’t do that. I simply maintain that white women’s privilege is far more ‘un-examined’ than most every other privileged class in our species.

And man, do they hate me for it–you can hear the rage and violent urges kick in, or the sound vacuity cheek to cheek against gravity and the walls of a conversation implode….

If only they would apply that rage to issues and revolutions that require it! Because one or two white women haven’t forgotten the feeling of chains, and have risen to the level that is required of a person in order to mobilise for any kind of equality, or solidarity, doesn’t a sisterhood make.

Running around in a skirt at a SlutWalk might feel great with the breeze between your knees, but try real dissent for awhile–hand cuffs, legal troubles, and three hots and a cot, like most men face every day in prisons across America.

But the point is, most white women do not understand their privilege, and women at large who endure hardship like men face every day are rare. Yet so many are willing to jump on any bandwagon of collective consciousness, or the traveling circus train that demeans the ‘evil white man,’ and sells them to the ‘other man’without ever knowing or caring where he comes from, too.

I think it is because they have forgotten where they come from, and yet expect others to bear the burden of remembrance for them. I am just not that chivalrous anymore; I am done babysitting Gloria Steinem/CIA-feminism inspired white female entitlement.

* the last taboo is discussing women who abuse children, and of course, the third to the last taboo is !!!anti-shemitism!!! with Jewish patriarchal fixation on shiksas of all kinds, and white women being the second to the last–for now: after all, them Asians and them Africans are sure working hard, moving ‘forwards,’ and not ass backwards to get some privileged cops, or YOUR attention…

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