Showing posts with label twitchy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twitchy. Show all posts

Friday, May 29, 2015

FRIDAY 'ROUND-THE-HORN.


I know I've posted this before but I'm in a fuck-everything sort of mood
and nothing but the Pride of Syracuse will do.

•   Bernie Sanders wrote this in 1972:
A man goes home and masturbates his typical fantasy. A woman on her knees, a woman tied up, a woman abused. 
A woman enjoys intercourse with her man — as she fantasizes being raped by 3 men simultaneously. 
The man and woman get dressed up on Sunday — and go to Church, or maybe to their "revolutionary" political meeting. 
Have you ever looked at Stag, Man, Hero, Tough magazines on the shelf at your local bookstore? Do you know why newspapers with the articles like "Girl 12 raped by 14 men" sell so well? To what in us are they appealing? 
Women, for their own preservation, are trying to pull themselves together. And it's necessary for all of humanity that they do so. Slavishness on one hand breeds pigness on the other hand. Pigness on one hand breeds slavishness on the other. Men and women — both are losers. Women adapt themselves to fill the needs of men, and men adapt themselves to fill the needs of women. In the beginning there were strong men who killed the animals and brought home the food — and the dependent women who cooked it. No More! Only the roles remain — waiting to be shaken off. There are no "human" oppressors. Oppressors have lost their humanity. On one hand "slavishness," on the other hand "pigness." Six of one, half dozen of the other. Who wins?
The rest here. The meaning of this admittedly jejune take on learned helplessness and gender roles will be clear enough to anyone with at least an eighth grade reading level. Wingnuts, though, are pretending it's a bombshell because, derr hurr, libtard said rape. Some of the dumber ones pretend Sanders said "All Men Dream Of Tying Up and Sexually Abusing Women, And All Women Fantasize of Being Raped By Three Men." "'Pretend Todd Akin said this': Where’s media outrage over Bernie Sanders’ pervy old essay?" headlines Twitchy. Akin, you may recall, not only professed to believe that women can use stress to stop a rapist's sperm from impregnating them, but reiterated this belief after his comments blew up his campaign, which I'd say is different from discussing the psychosexual effects of inequality.  Sanders' spokesman says the 1972 article "was intended to attack gender stereotypes of the '70s, but it looks as stupid today as it was then," and while that seems accurate as far as it goes, I'm sorry he felt the need. I yet hope for a candidate who, confronted with this sort of thing, will hand out vouchers for remedial reading classes, or at least demand that his persecutors conjugate a sentence.

•   Hey, Rod Dreher has discovered incivility in an internet comments section! And guess where:
I’m a regular reader of Douthat and Brooks, and am constantly shocked by how hateful so many NYT readers are.
Those vicious, foulmouthed Times readers! They're the nastiest slur-merchant that ever sailed the seven million IPs! Doesn't get around much, does he? (Actually he's seen it before: in his own comments section. ["I have always been puzzled by the people who read this blog, and who seem to hate everything I believe in or say, yet who keep coming back to tell me what an SOB I am."] I envy the state of wide-eyed innocence to which Dreher disingenuously pretends.)

•    At The Federalist, professional culture-victim Mollie Hemingway explains why the New Yorker cover about the GOP Presidential candidates is not funny you guys:
Anyway, how did The New Yorker pick these seven candidates? It certainly wasn’t which seven had the most popular support thus far, at least based on the Real Clear Politics average. That would have included Ben Carson and not Chris Christie. And the magazine already noted that it wasn’t who had actually announced their candidacy. That includes Carly Fiorina, the only female in the GOP race. They didn’t include people who have actually won primaries before, such as Rick Santorum, who finished in second place for the GOP nomination in 2012... 
Maybe they’re just terrified of letting liberal readers know how diversely hued the GOP field is. I don’t know... 
But even if the media wish the GOP field weren’t as diverse as it is, particularly relative to the Democratic field, the media shouldn’t do the artistic equivalent of airbrushing photos to get there.
I hope you stupid libtards realize that by not including the one black and one female candidate from the 342 prospective GOP Presidential candidates, you prove you're the real racist-war-on-womanist for misrepresenting our party's diversity. Now who's laughing -- wait, it's still you! Reverse prejudism!

Sunday, November 30, 2014

SUNDAY 'ROUND-THE-HORN.

•    I hadn't looked in on National Review's "Postmodern Conservative" blog and its author Carl Eric Scott for some time (and with good reason!), so I opened up Scott's recent post on the University of Virginia's sexual assault issues and holy moley: First he advises that the school make the kids rape-proof by having them read books like Elizabeth Kantor’s The Jane Austen Guide to Happily Ever After, and then --
And as long as we’re open to having our colleges mandate or “nudge” education on such matters, what we should really push is social dancing. I’m flat-out serious about this recommendation. Dance instructors are inexpensive, don’t have to be tenured or admitted to the bar, and don’t have to teach a sexual-ethics curriculum that we’d have to get the typical faculty of 90-98% non-conservative members to agree to. They really would provide a habituation that shapes sexual and social inclinations in ways more positive than not, and which could culminate in youth-culture patterns that diminish the hold of the worst Greek houses and the general expectations of hook-ups and binge-drinking.
Because no one ever drank too much or had sex, forced or otherwise, after doing the Lindy Hop and the Big Apple.  I don't know why he didn't also prescribe snoods and Wildroot Cream Oil, which in our forefathers' day eased sexual tension with soothing lanolin.

•    Some of the St. Louis Rams came on the field with their hands up today in a Ferguson solidarity gesture, and Michelle Malkin's rage aggregator Twitchy is on it, with these representative reactions from conservative thinkers: "Uggghhh," "idiots," "dumb," etc.  Weep, Buckley, weep. (From the way the game's going, though, you'd think it was the Raiders who came out with their hands up.)

•    Wow, the Rams thing has riled a big nest of enraged dummies. I must be confused: From the way Hot Air's Jazz Shaw talks about it --
Even if we weren’t talking about the Ferguson shooting, I have no interest in seeing a player come out waving a banner declaring their pro-abortion or pro-life position. That family in the stands didn’t lay out $300 or more for tickets, overpriced hot dogs and giant foam fingers to hear you pontificate on the merits of a flat tax.
-- it sounds like the Rams players did a big production number, with signs and speeches and whatnot; I had heard they just came out with their hands up. Guess the MSM is lying to me!

Rick Moran is deeply concerned:
What this very public display of ignorance may do to the team chemsitry of the Rams is another question.
Right after they came out with their hands up, the Rams beat the Raiders 52 to 0. We should all have such chemistry problems.

Moran naturally wants the players punished, but despairs of the League taking action because "the NFL's very public outreach to minority communities will force them to take a neutral stance in the matter." Always coddling black people, those guys! Why, if the white guys on the team came out wearing Klan robes in support of Officer Wilson, you'd never hear the end of it. Moran closes:
It will be interesting to watch the introductions to tonight's NFL game between Miami and the New York Jets. The five Rams players may have started a trend that the NFL may have to address whether they want to or not.
I understand the Jets will do a 20-minute ballet number based on the life and death of Patrick Dorismond, with one of those inflatable rats unions put up at picket lines representing Rudolph Giuliani. Hey, maybe I'll start watching these games again!