Haven’t seen it reported yet, so I thought you may be interested.
Here’s the link to the original Facebook post.
Haven’t seen it reported yet, so I thought you may be interested.
Here’s the link to the original Facebook post.
Feminism claims it is for … what, equality? Humanity? Whatever. What it is not, is humane. Not humane enough, anyhow.
Feminists are bright vanilla when it comes to being non-judgmental. They think they are on to something big, but they are really just a controlled opposition of the still rampant patriarchy.
They are so vanilla that they aren’t even really vanilla. They are more like water with a homeopathic amount of vanilla flavor and their fragile mental immune systems have a tough time dealing even with that.
No, my friend. They are blind. They scream “Stop sexism! Judge me by my skills and intellect instead!”
Yes, my friend, you heard that right. They actually think it is okay to judge a human being by her skill or intellect.
Mindlessly, feminists spread extremely intellectistic memes (and more) that advocate to “choose an intelligent woman over a beautiful woman”, for instance because you can “fuck with her mind” or indeed claim that “intelligence makes true beauty”. Slightly off-topic, they sometimes say “personality makes true beauty”; I will talk about this in a separate article about personalityism.
‘Stop judging me by my body. Judge me by my brain!’, they scream.
Not only do they still hold on to patriarchial concepts like “beauty” and, in fact, “desirability”, but they openly and bluntly discriminate against dumb people. Well, dumbness is of course a social construct, as we all know, but still, absolutely unacceptable! This “intellectual girl” fetishism has to stop.
Anakin Skywalker grew up with a single mother. There was no father there to shield him from all the feminine attention and coddling that he got from her; and perhaps to teach him through his presence that one will, in life, always have competition over a woman’s affection and, often, lose.
Be it as it was, he was her one and only object of love, lacking siblings as well. He was parentized in another way, too, in that he was, at an age of, what, 8?, the one working and making sure that there’s food on the table; at least that is my impression. Granted, they were slaves, but we do get to meet him through the work he does for that flying insect thing. He developed considerable skills and got praise for that – but he also got used for it.
All this developed in him a superiority complex. As a young boy, he already shouldered the emotional and wordly responsibilities of an adult male. One can only wonder how much his own emotional needs got neglected for this. In his own eyes, he must have been quite a superhuman being. Taking care of his mother, the big love in his life, and getting all her praise.
When he meets Amidala at a later stage in life, having long been separated from his mother, he got infatuated with Amidala. Surely the fact that she reminded him of that time back on Tatooine was an important factor to him. He wanted to be to her what he had been to his mother: The one and only recipient of her love and attention and praise. Her hero.
I actually have a pretty cool article in the pipeline – in my eyes, anyway – but I want to try and get it on ROK for fame, shits and giggles. It probably won’t work out, as my writing style is … different. But anyway, since you guys have been missing me so terribly, here is an absolute game changer (or a relative one?).
Ladies and gentlemen, I introduce to you the term: mommy-whipped.
To not make it too complicated and convoluted (are those the same?), I’ll just give you a checklist a la DSM aka pseudo-professional mental illness labeling:
You are mommy-whipped if:
Look at this interview excerpt from 60 Minutes from 2015. See how the reporter constantly nags him? You would think only bitches do so-called shit tests, but then, men can be bitches, too. How does he handle the shit tests? He doesn’t. He is oblivious to it. Shit tests are not logical tests where you have to give the right answer. They are emotional hacks that only work on insecure people. When you are insecure, a shit test triggers shame, guilt or fear. These emotions compel you to give an answer you think the other person may want to hear. Trump is oblivious to them. Why? Because he says This is a shit test, I need to agree and amplify? Or because he pushes himself up with affirmations like I am the shit, I am always right? No. He doesn’t need to use tricks to pass shit tests, because he is simply not vulnerable to them. He talks to a bitchy moderator and he probably just thinks Well, this guy is bitchy. If even. He probably does not even care. He talks facts and gives straight answers even to obvious passive-aggressive interrogation-type questioning.
What’s the secret? Should you imitate him? Nah. You should fucking heal your shame and guilt and fear issues and then you will not feel the need to justify yourself to someone else just because that other person holds different values. You will just think Oh well, alright, so this person doesn’t like what I do. That’s okay, I can respect that.
Probably, you will not even think about it. You will not need to judge or categorize the other person’s behavior. You will just treat them with respect, even if they are bitchy. Why? Because you are strong enough not to care about whether that makes you look weak or something. It will just be a matter of: Well, I treat everybody the same. Not because of who they are, but because of who I am.
To spoil the fun in advance, I did not find the shooter, so if you want to read a heroic story, don’t bother reading. This is more of an intelligent rant about stupid sheeple and an infantilizing and incompetent government.
I would not even have noticed anything about the shooter if someone had not asked me about it. It made me curious and I took my bike and drove to the shooting site.
Weird thing is, despite having been there, I had difficulty finding the place. I was almost under the impression that the universe was trying to keep me away from it. Like glitches in the Matrix, I came to all kinds of strange places and a sense of surreality gripped me, surely fueled by the fear I felt. The fear which was the reason why I wanted to go there. That morbid curiosity of mine.
As I came within two kilometers of the place or so, dozens of police cars and vans, special units in black cars and a handful of ambulances drove by with sirens.
I had to ask for the way a few times. Man, those fucking sheep. I would ask them for direction and they would usually tell me reluctantly, pointing out that there were closed down streets by the police. One guy condescendingly called me crazy after I freely admitted that I was curious what was going on. Fuckin cowardly snob. One guy, some type of park guard, even deliberately pointed me in the wrong direction after mustering me. Aside from knowing it was the wrong direction, I could see in his face that he was lying.
Gawd, how I hate people who are assholes out of some bullshit good intent. The most despicable type of arrogance of all.
Some career chick wrote me on Facebook that I was afraid of “accomplished women”. I thought about it and realized I wasn’t. Because “accomplished” is just a meaningless word. A fucking title. A status symbol. What does it even mean? Nothing, it is just a label they want to feel good about themselves.
When a feminist uses the word “accomplished”, she does not mean “I am living the life I want”. She means “I am so good, I am so great, I deserve your respect”.
Feminists think “I have to have a career to be happy. Having a family and spending time with them is demeaning.”
Do they seriously believe that men pursue so-called careers out of some misguided sense of pride?
Well, I guess some do. Narcissists probably do. Narcissists don’t feel they deserve unconditional love. Narcissists think they have to do something to be worthy of self-love. That they have to be better than others – whatever that means. They keep pursuing external validation like a drug.
There was this fat black bitch in a therapeutic living community I was residing at for some time. She had this tick … whenever she saw somebody in a uniform, she went haywire. She literally was getting into fights with cops and ticket inspectors. She knew all the local ticket inspectors by name. And the boss of those ticket inspectors – I think she called him Nicolini – he was like her nemesis, evil arch angel. She could ramble about what a basterd he was all day. It was like listening to some epic mythological saga.
Well, anyhow, one day it turned out that when she was a kid, her daddy was a police officer somewhere in Africa or something like that. Her house was under surveillance by lots of men with uniforms. And those men raped her best girl friend.
I found it a little silly back then, but the world being funny as it is, turns out I suffer from a similar affliction. I also developed kind of a strong hatred for police officers and people who think they have authority over me. At first, it was just unreflected rage. I did not know where it came from. But I’ve had time to introspect since and it turns out, when some cop barks at me, it triggers emotions in me of myself having been raped.
Of course, the cop is not the person who raped me. But the mind does not care. It is a defense mechanism. And if you think of it, it is a somewhat valid one.
When somebody traumatizes you, your mind creates this image of an “oppressor”. It may be some emotion that this person displayed while harming you. It may be something about his looks. Basically, the brain just goes haywire associating and trying to find a pattern. Why? To avoid it from happening again.
I just saw a newspaper article: Where can you still travel for a vacation?
Subtitle: Are there still safe places for recreation?
Obviously inspired by all the boo-hoo-bombs and all that.
But it made me think: What kind of shitty life do we all live that we need recreation? And how pathetic are we to actually accept two weeks of time-off and bliss as a compensation for some 48 weeks of stress?
Note that the German word for recreation is Erholung, which also translates as rest or recovery.
So, basically, we all crave this recovery. Yeah, but is it not kinda weird that we need recovery? Recovery from what? If we blindly accept, do we not also silently acknowledge that we hate the lives we live from day to day?
Now, you may say: Oh, Tom, you are thinking about it too much. People simply like to get some rest from their work.
Yeah, yeah. You are thinking too much. Fuck you, asshat. Keep saying all these sentences that start with: Well, people simply like to [insert unquestioned stupid habit].
People are social animals. People are ….
People are fucking stupid. They keep repeating all those sentences. All those sentences they heard all their lives, sentences meant to console them, make them feel good about being fucking slaves.
And when you accept such a sentence as consolation, what do you do when somebody else does not? When somebody else reminds you of the shittiness of it all? Exactly. You tell the sentence to them. You mean well, of course.
Oh, isn’t it sad that some people can’t afford to do something nice on their holidays?
Well, isn’t if fucking sad that people can’t afford to do something nice all the fucking time?
Just curious what the MBTI types of my readers are. I’m INTP.
If you think MBTI is stupid:
Here’s a link to my detailed profile: https://www.16personalities.com/profiles/577ad4e1970b5
Here you can take you own test: https://www.16personalities.com/free-personality-test/79b84ed0aa0ca253e54f7fd47661d662
If you wonder why the link is so long, it’s because this is an invitation link linked to my profile. If you use it, it says I will be able to see your result, which I think is cool. If you don’t like that, just use the short form: https://www.16personalities.com/
Would love to see your detailed results (screenshot or link), but the name of the type is fine, too! You can link to the detailed results like this: