Call me old fashioned—but I distrust murderers. (Probably this defect comes from my being brainwashed as a child by radically anti-murder Mormons.) Worse: I will distrust a murderer even if it’s a woman—and even if her victim is only a child in the womb! (Fortunately there is no such thing as a “child in the womb”: Scientism tells us that a prenatal child is actually just a clump of pointless cells…that sometimes deserves to be killed.)
Wise, manly men talk as simply as possible—and no simpler. But foolishly womanish men (and foolish women, usually through venal manservants and other patriarchal political-chaperones) either oversimplify else overcomplicate—whichever form of lie better serves to obscure truth and rob justice.
“There is no absolute truth!” — was their absolute truth.
Vain delusion branded as “aperspectival madness” and “postmodernism,” among other copyrighted slogans scrawled onto a reinvented wheel.
Fear — masked to self as solipsism, to others as narcissism — paraded as courage.
Anxiety — masked to self as pity, to others as compassion — paraded as patience.
Dissipates and is reclaimed from each liar in prophets’ attire.
In a never-ending social-maze of self-deception, many weak and worthless women, drunken on self-hate and penis-envy, have convinced themselves of yet another silly, womansplained, man-mangling cultural myth: “little-dick energy vs big-dick energy,” i.e. the idea that you can determine a guy’s size by the way he behaves in places where nudity is a serious crime.
Hi Professor [name],
A questions on quiz one concerned scholarly citation. The correct answer allowed for “even blogs with proper citation” (paraphrasing) but not citation to Wikipedia. I got the question right, because I’m plenty aware of the overall animus against Wikipedia by academic gatekeepers. However, given the permitting of “blogs with proper citation,” I wanted to mention what you may already know: when it’s not, it’s not — but Wikipedia is consistently an awesome gateway to primary sources and solid secondary sources.
Teach her to hate, and she will hate her Father. Hating her Father, she will hate herself. Hating herself, she will hate solitude. Hating solitude, she will, by the right torture, rush into your synagogue of satan.
There, she will beg you for purpose, for the will to live, from which you saved her:
Gnaw off her limbs, she will thank you tearfully; gouge out her eyes, she will laugh cheerfully; sew closed her mouth, she will squirm her loyalty; bound in the suffocating lie, she will die gratefully.
As the pale and sickly Pharaohs clutch their slaves ever tighter, the plagues continue.