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Female Blogger Raped by TSA!!! OMFG!!!!

When feminist  blogger Jill Filipovic opened her suitcase after the TSA had been sniffing through it, she discovered a note, which said “Get Your Freak On Girl!

They had found an item related to something that always raises a huge red flag:

“The item in question was a small, inexpensive silver bullet vibrator from the sex toy chain Babeland, chosen because Filipovic thought it “wouldn’t raise any flags at TSA.” Now “I’m grossed out,” says Filipovic, “but it’s also hilarious.” The TSA says it’s investigating the incident.”

Ahhhh….those western women and their sex robots…

Note found after the TSA had sniffed through her luggage, and found her vagina massaging robot.

Holla Mom

HollaMom, from Not For Pink Hats echoes my thoughts exactly:

Holla says ” What if maybe, just maybe…  she made the whole thing up??   Of course I do not know this woman but to me it’s a brilliant plan.  Everyone hates the TSA and wouldn’t put anything past them, so she planted the note at some point.   Because there are worse things to get harassed over then a $15 dildo and judging from her website she certainly wouldn’t be embarrassed about having this kind of thing made public.  So perfect plan right?  She’s the latest TSA victim, gets to yak and talk about it all week and her only crime is what… the fact that she brought a cheap drug store toy over to Dublin, big deal.

Genius!!

Well I guess we’ll never know.  But if she did plant the whole story, it’s a good one and it’s getting huge press today, which means she’s getting huge publicity for her blog, and mission accomplished….”

Yup. And Filipovic bought that vibrator in Dublin, apparently, which has recently  gained notoriety for Rebecca Watsons elevatorgate stunt.  Bunch of scandal engineering blog-runts…

In the age of the internet, feminists have taken to orchestrated publicity stuntsthat involve their…um….hunt for a wider audience. And the credibility of anyone who calls themselves a feminist is a huge red flag against credibility.

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• TSA Agent Leaves Creepy Message for Traveler on Inspection Note (newsfeed.time.com)
• The ‘hilarious’ TSA note about a woman’s vibrator – Yahoo! News (mbcalyn.com)
• TSA Screener Finds Blogger’s Vibrator, Orders Her to ‘Get Freak On’ (wired.com)
• Brooklyn Woman Finds Suggestive TSA Note In Luggage Containing Vibrator (newyork.cbslocal.com)
• Today’s Nominee For TSA Agent Of The Year ? (Maybe or Maybe Not) (notforpinkhats.com)
• TSA goes through woman’s luggage, finds sex toy, leaves pervy note (boingboing.net)
• TSA IDs agent who left “inappropriate note” in woman’s luggage, “removed from screening operations” (boingboing.net)
• “Get your freak on girl.” (shortformblog.tumblr.com)
• Congresswoman criticizes TSA for not checking luggage for weapons (latimesblogs.latimes.com)
• TSA Sex Advice? Woman Finds ‘Freaky’ Note In Luggage (abcnews.go.com)
• Sex Toy in Luggage Elicited ‘Wildly Inappropriate’ Note From TSA Agent, Traveler Says (foxnews.com)
• Woman Claims TSA Inspector Left Note In Bag Saying “GET YOUR FREAK ON GIRL” After Discovering Sex Toy (jonathanturley.org)
• TSA Agent Jokes About Finding Sex Toy During Luggage Inspection (gunnyg.wordpress.com)
• Wildly Inappropriate (fourtie.com)

Sex Negative Feminists Hate the Word Cunt… {more below the folds}

I love language, don’t you? And I hate very few things –but one of them is the word-police, who are all hypocrites, bullies, and control freaks.

Another is cultural imperialism–in this case, white American women trying to impose their politicized view of words on non-first world peoples. To white, middle class American women, the word cunt is a bad werd–regardless of the hundreds of positive meanings it has in other cultures.

But my first fun, un-fettered, sexxy thoughts came from the dictionary! And there are people in the world who would burn them, if they had half the chance.

The classic stereotype is always some prude, begging some scunt:  “talk dirty to me,” as she moans like a cow with a prolapse. We all know her, don’t we?

Then I guess she’s not the prude we thought she was…;-)

Then, after they get their clothes back on and leave the key at the front desk, that/those prudes march all about the world regulating bad ideas, and bad words, which leads to the further regulation of speech, ideas, and essentially, communication itself–which is the root of all commerce. Hypocrites.

Then, once they get you trained to see it and say it their way–  onward to imperialist wars for capital!–but there is no reason involved in emotional responses to words, only control impulses and repressed sex drives that cause conflict, while seeking to create herd behavior around buzzwords-simple as that.

But real Women Love Cunts, and so do I.  No, wait–that came out wrong. Maybe I should say–we tolerate them? Or: sometimes people who have vaginas act like real cunts.

No…that’s not it either. Hmmm…it’s hard explaining this conundrum.

Well, Sex Negative women are  women who act like cunts anyways…er, wait a minute…Cunts are vaginas, and sometimes, they are lots of other fun useful, productive things,  too. Sex positive men and women love vaginas, even when they are called cunts, or act like cunts.

HUGE RED FLAG: The whole dialogue about the word cunt has prolapsed. Any woman who hates the word cunt, is a big red flag for me, and I have known a few of them first hand...

Did that clear it up?

Well, you can do the thinking your self, if you would like to, but  language is the original aphrodisiac, and any woman who despises the word CUNT is a huge red flag.

The word is so full of history that it would be a shame to lose it–and the women that can’t pull their heads out of their emergency of dialectic prolapse long enough to realize that, have no clue what it really means.(See link below to Mathew Hunt)

Dialectically, word policing  is a tool of the middle and upper classes to control and manipulate the lower classes. It is the klitorisvorhaut that covers over sensitive dialogue, and it has even less of a purpose.

If you would like to see this prolapse in action, and how this dynamic of gendered class control works, go here, here, or here , use the word in any forum, and then, go here for the only uncensored opposition conversation on the internet.

Imagine that! Women and sex-negative ( they aren’t getting any) men all rallying around the word cunt, and using it to reinforce class boundaries and gender roles! They are actually trying to sound sex positive, but they really sound ‘sex negotiable,” as in “if you use words we tell you to use, you might get some vagina in our crowd.”

So–cunt isn’t the password to the magical kyriarchal pyramid? How about the holy giver of love fluid? No? Umm…the dark tunnel of deeper and deeper knowledge?  No? The  “pink padded room of sanity for the pre-negotiated benefit of the insane penis posse”? No…?

Got it! How about “twelve year old Coochie Snorcher?(1)”  Well, that one seems to make the ‘radical feminists‘ horny.

Why? Because that is what class is composed of–kyriarchical sliding doors of entrance, or denial of entrance, into the pyramid, depending on whether or not you use the right password!

The most humorous part of it is, that they say the word cunt “belongs to women.”

Try Telling that to Mike Hunt, or his brother Mathew…

But this is from Mathew Hunts compilation and etymology of the word Cunt.

The Etymology Of Cunt By: Mathew Hunt

The etymology of ‘cunt’ is actually considerably more complex than is generally supposed. The word’s etymology is highly contentious, as Alex Games explains: “Language scholars have been speculating for years about the etymological origins of the ‘c-word'” (2006). A consensus has not yet been reached, as Ruth Wajnryb admits in A Cunt Of A Word (a chapter in Language Most Foul): “Etymologists are unlikely to come to an agreement about the origins of CUNT any time soon” (2004), and Mark Morton is even more despairing: “no-one really knows the ulterior origin of cunt” (2003).

Also, from the same etymology, which I highly recommend, are these variants on uses of the word. Enjoy some cunt today!Well, no matter which cunt YOU choose to play with today, play with them nicely, have fun, and stay away from all those sex negative cunts!

1) In the original published version of Eve Enslers Vagina Monologues, she fantasized about having sex with a 12 year old girl. She later changed that girl character to a fourteen and then a 16 year old girl.

From Wikipedia’s sex positive feminism page ( the anti-academic citation source):

“Statutory Rape Laws

Also there is debate among sex-positive feminists about whether statutory rape laws are a form of misogyny.^[6] As illustrated by the controversy over “The Little Coochie Snorcher that Could” from the Vagina Monologues, some sex-positive feminists do not consider all consensual activity between young adolescents and older people as inherently harmful, and there has been debate between feminists about whether statutory rape laws are misogynist.^[7]”

• Army Service Cunts’ (‘Army Service Corps‘)
• ‘bargain cunt’ (‘person who claims to offer a discounted price via the grey market, though is unable to do so’, a pun on Bargain Hunt)
• ‘beat the cunt out of’ (‘beat up’, a variation of ‘beat the crap out of’)
• ‘big cunt’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘bucket cunt’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘bunt’ (‘fat female stomach’; a combination of ‘belly’ and ‘cunt’)
• ‘bushel cunt’/’bushel-cunted’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘C’ (‘cunt’)
• ‘c and c’ (‘clips and cunts’ television programmes)
• ‘CGI’ (‘Cunt Gap Index’, ‘measurement-scale for vagina sizes’)
• ‘CHODA’ (‘Cunt Hair On Da Ass’)
• ‘coming the old cunt’ (‘being unkind’)
• ‘cooint’ (‘vagina’, Yorkshire variant of ‘cunt’)
• ‘cow-cunt’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘cunker’ (‘cunt’)
• ‘cunch’ (‘cunnilingus’, ‘combination of ‘cunt’ and lunch’)
• ‘cunnifungus’ (‘vaginal secretion‘)
• ‘cunnimingus’ (combination of ‘cunnilingus’ and ‘minger’)
• ‘cunnylicious’ (combination of ‘cunnilingus’ and ‘delicious’)
• ‘cunshine’ (‘pornographic images printed on highly glossy paper’)
• ‘cunt!’ (exclamation)
• ‘Cunt Act’ (‘Deserted Wives and Children’s Act’)
• ‘cunt and a half’ (‘very idiotic’)
• “cunt-arse” (‘idiot’; Verne Graham, 2005)
• ‘cuntbag’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunt-ball’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunt-beten’ (‘impotent’)
• ‘cuntbitten’/’cunt-bitten’ (‘syphilitic’)
• ‘cunt book’/’cunt-book’ (‘in the bad books’/’pornography’)
• ‘cunt bread’ (‘vaginal yeast infection’)
• ‘cunt-breath’ (‘halitosis’)
• ‘cunt bubble’ (‘vaginal fart‘)
• ‘cunt buster’/’cunt-buster’ (‘erection’)
• ‘cunt butter’ (‘vaginal fluid’)
• ‘cunt candle’ (‘outstanding idiot’)
• ‘cunt cap’ (‘military hat’)
• ‘cunt carpet’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘cunt-chaser’ (‘womaniser’)
• ‘cunt-cleaner’ (‘gynaecologist’)
• ‘cunt-collar’ (‘pussy whip’)
• ‘cunt cock’ (‘clitoris’)
• ‘cunt cork’ (‘tampon’)
• ‘cunt-cuddling’ (‘masturbation’)
• ‘cunt-curtain’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘cunt dentist’ (‘gynaecologist’)
• ‘cunt down’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘Cunt Dracula’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunted’ (‘drunk’/’vaginal penetration’)
• ‘cunteen’ (‘unpleasant quantity between thirteen and nineteen’)
• ‘cunt-eyed’ (‘narrow-eyed’)
• ‘cunt face’/’cuntface’/’cunt-faced’ (‘ugly’)
• ‘cunt fart’ (‘vaginal fart’)
• ‘cunt flump’ (‘tampon’, from The Flumps)
• ‘cunt for hire’ (‘prostitute’)
• ‘cunt-fringe’ (‘pubic hair’)
• “cunt-fucked” (‘vaginal sex’; Jim Goad, 1994[d])
• ‘cunt grunt’ (‘vaginal fart’)
• ‘cunt guff’ (‘vaginal fart’)
• ‘cunt-hair’/’cunt hair’/’cunt’s hair’ (‘tiny amount’)
• ‘cunt-hat’ (‘felt hat’)
• ‘cunt-hatred’ (‘misogyny’)
• ‘cunthead’ (‘idiot’)
• “cunthood” (‘femininity’; Jim Goad, 1994[c])
• ‘cunt hook’ (‘car used to attract women’)
• ‘cunt-hook’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cunt-hooks’ (‘fingers’, a pun on ‘cant-hook’/’person’)
• ‘cunt-hound’ (‘sex-obsessed’)
• ‘cunt-house’ (‘venue populated largely by women’)
• ‘cunt hunt’ (‘on the pull’)
• ‘cunt-hunter’ (‘womaniser’)
• “c[u]ntie” (‘little cunt’; Robert Burns, 1786)
• ‘cuntikin’ (‘little cunt’)
• ‘cuntinental’ (‘patron of an outdoor British cafe’)
• “cuntiness” (‘the state of being a cunt’; Britain’s Biggest C**ts, 2008)
• ‘cunting’ (intensifier, a variant of ‘fucking’/’knickers’, a pun on ‘bunting’)
• ‘cuntingency plan’ (‘alternative source of sexual gratification’, a pun on ‘contingency plan’)
• ‘cuntino filet with white sauce’ (‘cunnilingus’)
• ‘cuntion’ (‘gumption’)
• ‘cuntish’ (‘stupid’)
• ‘cuntispiece’ (‘frontispiece of a pornographic book’)
• “cunt-ist” (‘heterosexual man’; Jeffrey Merrick and Bryant T Ragan, 1996)
• ‘cunt-itch’ (‘sexually aroused’)
• ‘cuntitude’ (‘bad attitude’)
• “cunt-jugal” (a pun on ‘conjugal’; Nick Gomez, 1997)
• ‘cunt juice’ (‘vaginal fluid’)
• ‘cuntkin’ (‘little cunt’)
• ‘cunker’ (‘vagina’, euphemism for ‘cunt’)
• ‘cunt-lap’/’cuntlap’ (‘cunnilingus’/’idiot’)
• ‘cunt-lapper’ (‘cunnilinguist’)
• ‘cunt-lapping’ (‘cunnilingus’/’disgusting’)
• ‘cuntlashed’ (‘very drunk’)
• ‘cunt-leg’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cuntlery’ (‘utensil used to dilate the vagina’)
• ‘cuntless’ (‘without a cunt’)
• ‘cuntlet’ (‘little cunt’, a pun on ‘cutlet’)
• ‘cunt-lick’/’give cunt licks’ (‘cunnilingus’)
• ‘cunt-licker’ (‘cunnilinguist’/’idiot’)
• ‘cunt-licking’ (‘cunnilingus’/’disgusting’)
• ‘cuntlifters’ (‘old ladies’ knickers’)
• ‘cunt light’/’C-light’ (‘pornographic film lighting’)
• ‘cunt-like’ (‘vaginal’)
• ‘cunt like a Grimsby welly’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘cuntlines’ (‘seams between the strands of a rope’; variant of ‘contlines’)
• ‘cunt-lips’ (‘labia’)
• ‘cunt man’/’C man’ (‘sexual athlete’)
• ‘cuntmeat’ (‘women’)
• “C[u]nt-mending” (‘gynaecology’; John Wilmot, 1680)
• ‘cunt mumps’ (‘woman’s excuse to deflect chat-up lines’)
• ‘cunt-munchers’ (‘cunnilinguists’)
• “cunt-mutilation” (‘vaginal mutilation’; Jim Goad, 1994[e])
• ‘cuntock’ (‘idiot’; abbreviated to ‘ock’)
• ‘cuntocks’ (‘labia’; abbreviated to ‘ocks’)
• ‘cunt of all cunts’ (‘incredibly stupid person’)
• “cunt-palaces” (‘attractive vaginas’; Raymond Stephanson, 2004)
• ‘cunt-pensioner’ (‘pimp’; abbreviated to ‘cp’)
• ‘cunt pie’ (‘vagina’)
• ‘cunt plugger’/’cunt-plugger’ (penis’)
• ‘cunt plugging’/’cunt-plugging’ (‘sexual intercouse’)
• ‘cunt positive’ (‘liberal feminist’)
• “cunt-pounding” (‘sexual intercourse’; Media News, 2005)
• ‘cunt-power’ (‘female energy’)
• ‘cuntprick’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunt-rag’ (‘sanitary towel’)
• ‘cunt-rammer’ (‘penis’, an extension of ‘rammer’)
• ‘cunt-rats’ (‘tampons’)
• ‘cuntrified’ (‘public houses converted into wine bars’)
• ‘cunt ruffler’ (‘provoker of women’)
• ‘cunt rug’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘cuntryside’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘cunt’s blood’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunt-simple’ (‘sex-obsessed’)
• ‘cuntsman’ (‘womaniser’)
• ‘cunt smoke’ (‘no problem’)
• ‘cunt scratchers’ (‘hands’)
• ‘cunt-screen’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘cunt-shop’ (‘knocking shop’)
• ‘Cunts In Velvet’ (‘City Imperial Volunteers’)
• ‘cuntsmith’ (‘gynaecologist’)
• ‘cunt splice’ (‘partially spliced rope’; variant of ‘cont splice’/’cut splice’)
• ‘cunt-stabber’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cunt-stand’ (‘sexually aroused’)
• ‘cunt-starver’ (‘errant ex-husband’)
• ‘cunt-sticker’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cunt-stirrer’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cunt-stopper’ (penis’)
• ‘cunt-stretcher’/’cunt stretcher’ (‘penis’)
• ‘cunt-struck’ (‘sex-obsessed’)
• ‘cunt stubble’ (‘constable’)
• ‘cuntsucker’/’cunt-sucker’ (‘cunnilinguist’)
• ‘cunt-sucking’ (‘cunnilingus’)
• ‘Cuntsville’ (‘hometown’)
• ‘cunt swab’/’cunt-swab’ (‘knickers’)
• ‘cunt-teaser’ (‘a man who sexually excites a woman’)
• ‘cunt-tickler’/’cunt tickler’ (‘moustache’)
• ‘cunt torture’ (‘sadomasochistic sex’)
• ‘cunt trumpet’ (‘cunnilingus’)
• ‘cunt tug’ (‘pubic wig’)
• ‘cunt-up’/’cunt up’ (‘mistake’, variation of ‘belly up’)
• ‘cuntuppance’ (‘punishment for male infedility’, a pun on ‘come-uppance’)
• ‘cunt wagon’/’cunt-wagon’ (‘passion wagon’)
• ‘cuntwank’ (‘meaningless sex’)
• ‘cunt warren’ (‘brothel’)
• ‘cuntweep’ (‘vaginal fluid’)
• ‘cunt-wig’ (‘pubic hair’)
• ‘cunty’ (‘idiot’/’worthless’/’feminine’)
• ‘cuntyballs’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘cunty booby’ (‘confusion’)
• ‘cunty chops’ (‘beard’)
• ‘cunty Italian’ (‘Italian-American woman’)
• ‘Cunty McCuntlips’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘decunt’ (‘withdraw the penis from the vagina’)
• ‘dirty cunt’ (‘unclean vagina’)
• ‘doss cunt’ (‘stupid idiot’)
• ‘double-cunted’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘dumb cunt’ (‘stupid idiot’)
• “encunten” (‘to call someone a cunt’; Britain’s Biggest C**ts, 2008)
• ‘eyes like sheep’s cunts’ (‘hangover’)
• ‘fish-cunt’ (‘woman’)
• ‘flatter than a cow’s cunt’ (‘horizontal’)
• ‘full cuntal lobotomy’ (‘male sexual arousal’, a pun on ‘full-frontal lobotomy’)
• ‘get some cunt’ (‘male sexual gratification’)
• ‘go cunt up’ (‘go wrong’)
• ‘gunt’ (‘fat female stomach’; a combination of ‘gut’ and ‘cunt’)
• ‘ICBM’ (“Inter Cuntinental Ballistic Missile”: ‘penis’; Roger Mellie, 2005)
• ‘KFC’ (‘Knob Filled Cunt’)
• ‘kipper’s cunt’ (‘very smelly’)
• ‘knock the cunt out of’ (‘knock out’)
• ‘lazy cunt’ (‘menstruating vagina’)
• ‘LC’ (“LOW CUNT” and “LAP CUNT”; James van Cleve, 19–)
• ‘make a coffee house of a woman’s cunt’ (‘coitus interruptus’)
• ‘make a lobster kettle out of someone’s cunt’ (‘coitus interruptus’)
• ‘mouth like a cow’s cunt’ (‘talkative’)
• ‘petit-cunt’ (‘petit-bourgeois idiot’)
• ‘pox-ridden cunt’ (‘diseased vagina’)
• ‘pushing the cunt envelope’ (‘taking idiocy to new limits’)
• ‘RCH’ (‘Red Cunt Hair’, ‘hair’s breadth’)
• ‘scabby cunt’ (‘diseased vagina’)
• ‘scunt’ (‘idiot’)
• ‘siffed-up cunt-hole’ (‘diseased vagina’)
• ‘silly cunt!’ (‘stupid idiot’)
• ‘sluice-cunted’ (‘large vagina’)
• ‘smelly cunt’ (‘malodorous vagina’)
• ‘stick it up your cunt’ (‘get stuffed’, a variation of ‘stick it up your arse’)
• ‘stinky cunt’ (‘malodorous vagina’)
• ‘sweet cunt’ (‘lovely vagina’)
• ‘talking cunt’ (‘verbal seduction’)
• ‘that’s not cunt it’s peehole’ (‘underage girl’)
• “three cocks to the cunt” (‘with gusto’; Profanisaurus, 2007)
• “Treecunts” (‘tree branches resembling female genitals’, in Just Sluts And Cunts photographs; Jan Willem Verkerk, 2007)
• “Two C’s in a K” (‘two cunts in a kitchen’: two housewives in an advertisement; Stephen King, 1981 [also “2CK”; Sam Delaney, 2007])
• ‘WRAC’ (‘Weekly Ration of Army Cunt’

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Dear Abbie: Violent, aggressive women are “a huge red flag. Run!”

Abbie Smith is a female scientist, and she is being bullied. By other women.

Do you like science?  Want to do a fun, easy social science experiment?  Your Yahoo search engine must be set to auto complete in order to do this.

1) Go to Yahoo. 2)  type in the words resources for women. 3) stop. 4) read through all the entries. Are there any resources for women?  Write down your answer.

Now, repeat that experiment, but at point number 4, type in the word men instead. Write down your answer. What did you find?*

Imagine if you were being bullied by a woman or a girl?  Statistics tell us that it is far more common than you think, and women are far more creative when they bully. Well, the same result is even more true for men trapped in domestic violence situations.

Women bully people all the time, and right now, Ms. Smith, a  blogger who writes about viruses, vaccines and HIV is under attack by some other bloggers who call themselves feminists.  Most of the bullies, trolls, and the worst of those calling for boycotts and censorship are women, but there are a few manginas, with vagendas  involved as well.

Stop by http://scienceblogs.com/ERV and lend your support to fight female bullies.

Abigail Van Buren say's NO to female bullies. Dear Abbie advises us to "run!"when we are stuck in the presence of violent women. But I ask: what if there is nowhere else to go?

WE know there is next to zero social support for men or boys who are being abused and bullied by women–so where do women go when they are abused by women?

Dear Abby, alone, is not enough to stop female bullying.

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Big Man Abused By Girlfriend Fights To Turn The Other Cheek

By Abigail Van Buren | Dear Abby – 10/19/2011

DEAR ABBY: I have been dating “Carmen” for a few years, but in the last year she has started becoming violent when we are having an argument. I think this is domestic abuse, but she claims it isn’t because I’m a man.

I’m not someone who can take abuse without repercussions. I’m like a mirror. If someone brings violence into my life, I reflect it back on them. So far, I have restrained my instincts — but eventually I know Carmen will cross the line and I’m going to snap. I have the potential to hurt her badly.

I have tried everything to make Carmen understand how I feel, but she continues to insist it doesn’t matter because I’m so much bigger and stronger than she is. When she hits me, it doesn’t hurt physically, but the anger I feel is indescribable. I’m at the end of my rope and considering breaking up with her before I hurt her.

I don’t want to end the relationship, but I think it’s the only way to make her see things from my perspective. Or should I call the cops the next time she hits me? — BRUISED AND ABUSED BOYFRIEND
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Men are abused by women all the time, and there is NOWHERE for them to go when things get out of control. Men are taught that women don’t do these things, and if they do, to shut up about it. Fortunately, there is Abigail Van Buren–but that’s about it--unless you are willing to defend yourself.

For more on Dear Abby’s response to the letter above, go here

*If your results are anything like mine, almost all of your results for men returned some form of phrase that inferred mental illness, or some other thing that infers mental issues?

Your results for women returned “women in leadership, business, entrepreneurs, web design, women and children, etc” and every other sort of opportunity. What does that tell you about language? What does that tell you about words, and Yahoo? And what does that tell you about resources for men?

And what does that tell you about “social engineering?” Repeat the experiment with Google. Have fun!

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Is Women’s Violence Against Each Other Actually the Oldest Profession?

Boudica, wherefore art thou, Boudica?

[Warning: This post contains links to a story of old goats bullying young goats. Also, I am writing under high stress due to the fact that I am surrounded by a herd of 5 human females–one of them obscenely stuffing  her boob in a little persons mouth! Appalling, really…*]

Ophelia Benson writes books. That is how she makes her money.  And she is a misandrist, a sexist, and a snob who uses violent words, the repression of words, and tribal politics to stir up violence against other women.

Female’s bullying females is autocachthonous** within the chemistry of a war-like culture.

She advises her friends to target, and bully others. ( I won’t cite that because I am against encouraging violence, and hesitant to send any onlookers to her site, but I recommend learning self defense at every opportunity.)

Well, one of her recent targets is Abbie Smith, a virologist by trade, and a blogger who is one of the few on the internet who does not censor speech–which is really the censorship of ideas, and criticism of ideas. These types of people who are bullying Smith claim that they are battling trolls, but really, that is a hollow argument–they are actually pushing political agendas, and actively silencing dissent.

Abbie Smith has stood against the assaults of an entire internet community of misandrists, and bullies who demanded that she “get in line” and “know her place” in a social hierarchy of white middle class values.

And Ms. Smith didn’t do that. So they all piled on her–like a gang rape. I won’t link to their vile posts and blogs, but I will point to Ms. Smiths bold and unusual method of resistance to female bullying.

The thread I point to is worth the time to read, and often hilarious; and quite likely an actual evolutionary bang–the place of the abiogenesis of a new way of looking at old wormy, worn out issues that have proven themselves to be false narratives.

Many women are bullies the way that Ophelia Benson is a bully.  Part of my thesis is that this female bullying  largely goes unnoticed by the wider society–and this combines leads to other related behaviors, which are seldom studied in terms of female specific forms of social violence.

Feminist criminology is itself exclusively devoid of terminology to deal with female crimes and actual bad behavior, which  leads to larger, bigger forms of bullying–not least of which is what you see in action at the ERV blog, and those who call for censorship against it.

In fact, the lack of examination of women’s violence against women, and women’s violence and aggression against children, is the central part of my thesis. I believe it leads to war. I also believe that by not discussing, critiquing, or analyzing female violence outside of the feminist paradigm creates and perpetuates a dualistic male/ female paradigm wherein violence is more likely to occur.

I thought I had a friend, once,  an aged old silver back who was cannibalized in the feminist culture-wars and who was blind to the female half of imperialist actual wars,  who told me something about evolution which I have never forgotten–well, most of it anyways.

My former imaginary internet friend said: “There are four F’s that describe all of animal behavior; which leads to gene transfer; which leads to evolution. ”

1. Females. 2. Food 3. Fighting 4. Fucking.

I am sure there was another one or ten F’s in there but those are the basics of how it all happens. And it is also the basics of how violence begins in a herd as well. ( I mean, sure, there’s feeling, friskiness, finagling, flippant face farting and so forth that all figure into it , but they aren’t the big ones.)

No–don’t EVER presume that violence begins  merely over food–quite not. In fact, violence is a herd behavior  that is a constant, and bigger violence, which begins like a spark in a herd that is composed of females of varying ages foraging for food ( picture goats with their butts in the air, tails twitching, circled around a haystack), leads to male competition for the females–a sexual–and dialectical resource.

(male violence is a whole ‘nother issue, but most often in a herd it is one on one.)

But most conflict almost always begins when an older female initiates some form of aggression or violence against a younger female–or, in simple terms, old goats bully young goats.  And, in this case, Ophelia Benson, et al, is bullying Abbie Smith–not that the goat analogy fully fits humans mind you; we are more like chimps, or gorillas, or…ahem.

Well, you can read through it if you want to and figure out who is who. Go here for a primer.

Oh! if only women would be the actual warriors they claim to admire! Boudica, wherefore art thou? Why hast thou forsaken the white middle class feminist woman?

Ms. Benson goes on and on ( you know how they do!) about the oppression of women, and so forth. Despite the fact that she is clearly middle class, well off, and some kind of atheist or another, she still believes in demons–men are all  demons to her, and her friends.

Well, needless to say, she is also a white woman–which fits my thesis: no single group, social class, caste, race, or identity has ever made more money, or profited in one way or another from the violence of the world than white women.

If hearing that bothers you–run along! There is nothing we can say to each other. And, if in some way, you agree with that statement ( and of course there are exceptions indeed) continue to follow along if you want to. I promise I won’t hurt you 😉

But no single class race, or gender has ever avoided more prison time, been raped fewer times, or been sold less often, much less been held accountable for their aggression than white females. And their core belief is always to start shit, and then run! Let the police, and the soldiers do the fighting for them! You know–the little people who uphold the privilege.

Her thesis, which is odd coming from someone who claims they are a humanist.  Ah–but therein lies the rub–she was a feminist first!  Which explains why she makes her money through aggressively pursuing other women, and policing their behavior.

Old feminists in the herd ALWAYS means violence is just around the corner…Don’t say I didn’twarn you.

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* The obscenity is that they are a book club talking about how appalling the conditions in Africa are, with (totally puking now) a copy of Alice Walker in their hands–but the little guy on the boob seems to be hungry enough (I mean–he’s on the breast, not just on the boob discussing Walker’s worn out, quasi-truthful, misandry riddled account  of male female interactions). But the epitome of actual appalling is not drawing age appropriate boundaries between mother and child.

**autocachthonous is my big word of the day. It means originating where it is found.

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Trolls? Oh: You mean deformed men when You say that, right?

" Look at them" the troll mother said . Troll mothers often warn there kids about Evil trolls.Image via Wikipedia

There is a meme going around about da evil menz. It’s a meme that has been repeated more often than any meme ever, even more than meme’s about big bad witches!

It’s a troll, see, and trolls are always men–even when they are teen prom queens, and all their supporters–

THE TROLL, THE GOAT, AND THE PLAIN OLD POOPY FACTS ABOUT THE EFFECTS OF MARGINALIZATION:

There’s this creature, see, and it lives under a bridge. That’s what they say, anyways. Of course–well, you can’t truly see it, because you are always on top of the bridge ignoring the bridge entirely because you are always thinking of crossing the bridge to the greener pasture, and eating!

And anyone, or anything that gets in your way…well, you just watch out! Your horns will put them in their place!

But there are others–who we will get to shortly–who think about the other end of your meal. I will however give you one clue–it isn’t the farmer or his wife.

Or perhaps you are walking over the bridge, or blocking the bridge, or muddying up the water next to the bridge every time you choose to walk in the water, instead of using the bridge, which was designed for everybody, and is clearly marked with a sign, that says:

“Cross at your own peril.”

Not that anyone reads the signs–but they are there! “so you will have to trust me,” she is saying “I have known a few trolls in my day, and my herd even went off to foreign fields once to butt heads with trolls before you were born.”

Even though that sounds like second hand information, just nod your head.

“That’s why there is so much grass around you to eat and so many fields to wander in.,” said the large female billy goat, which was echoed by her one horned brother, who said ‘blahaahahhaaaat.”.

“I even lost my udder for your safety,” she said, lifting her rear leg to reveal a scarred stomach, and no teats. All of the goats knew she was too old, and too tough to eat, so the farmer and his wife generally just left her alone.

Now, the young goat listening was caprinious, to say the least, and not at all aware of the context of utter udderlessness, and also kind of grossed out because she had heard that story all of her life–from her mother, her aunt, and every other goat who had heard that story as well.

And so she had utter disdain for the old goats story, which may or may not turn out to be a bad thing, because time has a way of revealing that the more things change, the more they stay the same, and even then, medicine and science–the new Gods of modernity, post-modernity, post structuralist, and new era scientism–have invented prosthetic devices, and new dogmas that make old goats and old dogmas look new again.

But “that’s neither here nor there,” said the narrator, sweeping his arm widely from left to right, and spanning the entire set of fields surrounding the dialectic of the bridge, which was set at the very center of the panorama. What’s important is that the young goat fears the trolls!

“But what about the trolls??” said a group of young bessies, and baby billies, “what about the trolls??”

“I am getting to that–be patient, because backdrop is everything…” and the narrator receded into the woods with a flashlight–and the backdrop itself was actually a poorly painted canvass, hurriedly painted no doubt, and just beyond the fields of grass wafting their seed.

Well, either way time passes, doesn’t it?

Young goats become old goats more quickly than trees grow bark, or grass grows no more and forever; and goats become more and more head strong, and willing to fight their own battles, and find their way in the world all by themselves.

It happens so that on a moonlit night, while the herd slept, the young goat was feeling restless, hungry, and she looked around her at the herd. She stood up, and quietly, daintily even, stepped outside the boundaries of the resting spot, at once amazed, and also fearful of the direct lusciousness of the susurrous grasses around her, where all of her kin were sleeping.

And there was something else stirring in her, that which had no name. And that which had no name was stirring in her rather strongly! Frankly it aggravated her in an odd way which had no words–and most goats don’t have many words anyways, just bleating, farting and burping.

Oh, and the ‘swish swish swish,’ sounds their jaws make when they chew their cud.

So she took it upon herself to go about and find something to eat–even though she had been told that going forth alone is dangerous–and really, do any goats have any sense of danger? Ask a mountain!

“No, of course,” she said, sure-footedly, and off she wandered by herself into the moonlight. It wasn’t that the soughing grass surrounding her was unworthy of her munch, but rather, she seemed to crave the further pasture.

Likely, also that the moon caught her eye. Moonlight itself can make you weep drunken tears, and lose your way with it’s intoxicating and illusory clarity; make you find yourself in a larger mirror..

Suddenly she realized that she was at the bridge–all by herself!! And she was scared–very scared. She remembered the story of the troll! The story that her mother and her 5 aunts and her 7 older sisters, which of course, they shared with 47 cousins and so on ….

She didn’t know what to do! She looked for her mother, her aunt, her cousins, and her cousins cousins cousins, and the billies that were always supposed to be there, because that is what billies are for!

–she looked at her shadow between her legs, and looked at how long it seemed to be growing in the transient moonlight– And then, suddenly, from the shadows underneath her shadow, from shadows underneath the bridge, she saw–another shadow!

And it was growing bigger than her own! And it was growing underneath her own belly shadow!!!!!

She was petrified, and she tried to run–but her legs wouldn’t let her! All she could do was ‘bleat-blaaht!….’and “bleat…’ but very quietly–as if her voice had gotten itself stuck in her own cud! All four of her hooves were like pillars of salt, poking down into internecine, ancient oceans, now gone dry!

She worked her jaw furiously and stopped. She swished her jaw again–and then stopped( because that is what goats do!)

And the shadow was suddenly not a shadow–but a form–some kind of human-like form that slightly resembled her keepers–her owners, the herders–the round, fat, old woman and the drunken old man that came to the pasture every day to take her mothers milk, her five aunts milk, her seven older sisters’ milk, her one brothers testicles that time, her 47 cousins milk, her….

This is an announcement from the narrator to the audience: “In case you are unaware of how herd animals view themselves, they view themselves exclusively in direct relation to their bodily functions of reproduction, it’s subsidiary functions, it’s commodious by-products, and indirectly–they are all situational and relational sexists.”

Oh! But the troll!!

And–The shadow! It appeared; was like them herders–but not the same at all! IT had brown and white splotched skin that sparkled in the moonlight; it had a pot belly; it’s hands were gnarled like worm-trailed knotholes on old oak trees, and it’s back was hunched over; it had long, pointed ears, not at all unlike her mothers!

And bessie-goat worked her jaw, and chewed her cud, blinking hers eyes, and twitching her ears like a deer in the headlights…

“Oh never mind!”, said the narrator, briefly poking his head back in, highlighted by his flashlight underneath his chin–“that’s a whole ‘nother story too!”

And then! Form took even more shape, and stood fully erect, and the goat could see something about the form that seemed out of place: despite its gnarly hands, and its protruding, distorted back; it was wearing knee high rubber boots—but otherwise, fully naked!

Her mind flashed back to all that she had heard about trolls “They will eat you,” said her mother, her aunt, and most of the goats on her mothers side of the family.

“they will poke their long knives in you, all the while smiling at you with their bad teeth, and mocking your udder helplessness. They will sniff at you, and creep toward you in your sleep, and if I still could, I would ram my head at their…” said the uddereless one–who could never finish her story before the other mothers, aunts and cousins–the sensible ones at least–started bleating, loudly.

They will “take out your brain until you are nothing but a piece of meat hanging in the herders barn!” said most of the herd, who mostly heard their information from others in the herd, but who also knew the farmer’s wife could really throw down when it came to proteins.

All the billies, to a horn, no matter how long their beards, always said “I will kill the troll with my big strong horns, if it ever even looks at you,” and young and old, they all confirmed that desire, and that impulse, not realizing how dull and redundant they sound when they say that, or how more often than not, their breath smelled like cheese.

And yet “IT” spoke to her suddenly, somewhat gruffly.

It said “Hello goat–do you realize how late it is? And what are you doing out so late at night?”

Needless to say, she was petrified! The hairs on her back were standing like needles (and anyone who has ever seen a petrified goat knows this is true, and anyone who hates needles knows what they could feel like when they are all on your back!).

Her eyes flashed on the sign at the bridge which said:

“Cross at your own peril.”

Far beyond being motionless now; far beyond being merely voiceless–she was dropping poop pellets like a pasta machine cranking out gnocchi, but from beneath her tail!

Because that is what goats do–anyone who has ever spent time around…

At each plitter, and each plop of pellet, she noticed the face of the creature frown deeper and wider, looking further and further down, until the creature was staring at it’s feet. She could feel her poop drop as its head dropped. At some point it occurred to her that there was some sort of rhythm.

But the goat–being a goat–moved her head lower as well–but she didn’t know why! But anyone who knows goats, knows that is what goats do! They cannot help themselves. Because…..

The creature noticed as well, and, finally, lifted his head: “Why are you pooping at my doorstep? Young she-goat, does it occur to you that this bridge–this bridge that you and your herd clatter over daily just after sunrise, and stomp across just before nightfall–is where I live?

“That your hours of existence, and and my hours of existence are in conflict? That there are others in the world who don’t stomp across bridges, or leave poop everywhere they go? That I hear every sound? I cannot help myself but to listen–generation after generation, to the sounds of the crap, and the clatter, and the rattle of your cloven hooves over my head?

And I really have no other place to go, where such does not occur,” he said. “I am bridge cleaner by default, and a sleeper by necessity.” Noting the cud chewing look on her face as she blinked, he asked “Or didn’t your mother tell you someone lived under the bridge?”

The young bessie, was suddenly amazed, and oddly, ashamed of herself. She was also slightly surprised, and said, reflexively–“I didn’t realize that someone lived here. I had heard only trolls live under bridges. And, after all, this is public property.”

She was even more surprised to hear her own voice–her ears stood up like she had heard a baying wolf! Or like she was a wolf, but didn’t know it. She had grown so used to her voice being mixed in with the bleating dialogues with other goats, that she surprised herself.

“Well, in fact I have lived here for thousands of years,” said the creature. ” And so I ask you again: did your mother not tell you that someone lived under this bridge?”

Sheepishly, the goat said “Um, yes, I guess she did…she said it, and my aunt said it, and my cousins and my…and the old udderless billy goat told me about it too; my cousins all heard it, the billy goats all told me they wanted to kill it, the old billies would pee all over it, and the young billy goats said…”

“It,” said the troll” is me. I have heard what your herd has said. Over, and over, for generations. It is impossible to not hear them, and you–day in and day out, clattering over the bridge, like armored vehicles, chattering on and on about the danger of trolls.”

“Armored vehicles?” asked the young goat.

Narrator: Poop. Armored vehicles…That is a whole ‘nother story….!

The troll continued: “But I would appreciate it if you would drop your pellets further uphill, or perhaps even over the hill so that they don’t roll down to my feet.”

She was instantly ashamed of herself. She was embarrassed. And just as quickly, she felt, in an odd way, violated that the troll had noticed her butt. And violated at the thought that private space–her, sunning herself in the moonlight–was actually, public space!

And so, she turned her nose uphill–and was suddenly running back toward her resting place when a thought occurred to her–she HAD been rude!

Presumptive, and not at all sensitive to the troll, or its world. And she didn’t realize that she was pooping, even when she was pooping! And worse, she felt remorse because–well because of something she had no idea what it was–because goats don’t have big vocabularies, and though they are
often wowed by the words of the herders, they soon forget what words they heard. Mostly because of the constant bleating of other goats.

Either way, she stopped in her tracks. She looked back, and the troll was gone! She had an odd lump in her throat–and it wasn’t cud, either, and suddenly, a strange almost physical feeling rolled across her lips! And then she bleated–“Hey! Troll! What’s your name?”

A distant voice, that sounded like an echo from under the bridge said, just loud enough for her to hear:

“They would call me Booger. But you can call me Boogie if you would like–all my friends do.”

And, of course, he was lying, because no one, in several thousand years had ever actually talked to him before, or really wanted to know his name, or why he was on such a weird, contradictory schedule.

The little goat licked her upper lip, wiggled her ears, and ran back to her sleeping camp, thinking about how she never ever even noticed thatthe noise she made on the bridge affected others who are not goats…

[to be continued]

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Bare Naked Violent White Women: Foxy Knoxy, and bloody knives…

Bare Naked Violent White Women Always Get Off. Amanda Knox--Foxy Knoxy-- 'innocent' like only a white female can be.

What do you get when you combine sexual desire, racist white women who fetishize ‘othered men’ and unexamined privilege? Amanda Knox, getting off a on a murder charge, of course–and really, really bad–almost terrifying–feminist discourse about the non-existence of white female privilege.

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By Sarah Stillman – Special to CNN

There is something about pretty white girls, bloody knives and the slightest whiff of sex that gets the international news machine humming like nothing else.  All three factors merged explosively Monday in a crowded appeals court in Perugia, Italy. There, before several hundred journalists and other spectators, American college student Amanda Knox, 24, was cleared of murdering her study-abroad roommate, Meredith Kercher, in a sexually-motivated crime four years ago. 

Read More Here.

Meanwhile, when white women aren’t busy implicating black men for their crimes, they are still training in the next crowd of upholders of WFP, with ‘under-hijabid’ tactics–those white women can’t help themselves, they just have to get their socially concerned hands on them othered women!

Back in your home town, othered women are getting used to being not white women—again. AND getting a taste of police hands all over their bodies. Why is it that the real rebel spirited women are all wearing burqas these days?

But Amina Farah Ali was wiretapped for ten months by the FBI, arrested and charged with crimes of terrorism– because she is NOT white.

Amina Farah Ali, wiretapped for ten months by the FBI, and arrested because she is not a White female.

And the white ones who actually kill, maim, molest, or otherwise do harm, get off all the time with a slap on the hand, or…? But here is a rare face in any booking room, in any city, anywhere–white women have been imprisoned in American jails less than any other racial, gender, or class of people–including white men:

Amy Senser, of Minneapolis, isn't talking about her hit and run homicide charges.

Imagine what we could learn if we tapped white women’s phones for a ten month stretch, like we do to the ‘other’ people?  Oh the crimes we would hear about!

But that will never happen because the FBI is full of white women; and feminist criminology, and examinations of women’s deviance, are centuries behind the times.

Maybe the other girls just need bigger tools to defend themselves with, or better lawyers. Or, these “othered” women should just grow lighter skin, if they want to get off like the rest of the girls.

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