…have some poo poo platter….

some sh*t I just can’t make up….

I figured I’d share….

“Mr. Ikeda is afraid the main obstacle to deploying excrement meat to the masses is the “psychological barrier.” He states, “I admit that few people would be keen to eat it knowing its made of human excrement.”

–you don’t say ol’ chap….

In other news, creepy crawly Advocatus Diaboli has found a new mancrush to replace dickhead Anders Breivik.

And, like I’ve been saying for awhile now, if the MRM wants to be seen as more than a bunch of spiteful whiners, the first thing is to kick the neo nazi butt brigade and other assorted kooks to the curb…

yeah, why make the fatuitous Futrelle’s job easy?

….walked away from a fight….

Well, there’s this one guy whose always rubbed me the wrong way, let’s call him “Dick.” He’d always be hanging out every time I went to the beach. At first, he didn’t seem so bad but I quickly didn’t want anything to do with him. He goes by the PUA mantra of hit on every woman who is breathing. I’m actually shy, believe it or not. So he’d make fun of me about the fact I’m not an “approach machine.” Anyways, he’d call me “Harmless.” One day I was a little buzzed, he called me this after I had asked him not to say that several times. Well, feeling a little loose, I threw a punch. He hit the sand. He was shaking and grabbed my fist. He said he was gonna call the cops. I felt kind of bad but I think I was laughing. After this he avoided me. It was kind of nice actually.

Today, I walk right by him, he says “Eh, What’s up?”

I reply, “Leave me alone.”



“Keep on talking like that and I’ll knock those glasses of your ugly face.”

“That’s not what happened last time ass*ole.”

“I don’t smoke weed no more, I’m not mellow like I used to be.”

“Whatever, leave me alone.” I say as I start backing away, keeping an eye on him.

“You want a fight, I’ll break your glasses. Loser.”

Me, backing away, “F*ck off.”

“No, F*ck you.”

“Throw the first punch.” I say, realizing I’m on higher ground and have the tactical advantage.

He starts screaming and waving his arms, he curses loudly “F*g, c*cksucker.” At this point everyone else is looking our way. I just smile and keep my distance. He finally scurries away.

I tell one of the old guys, “See, I don’t look for trouble but it finds me.”

Anyways, not so long ago this would’ve wound up different. I’ve been reading up on Men’s Rights-the biggest thing I’m learning is my value isn’t tied up in how much money I earn or how many women I sleep with. I’m not looking for a fight, I’ll fight if I have to but better to avoid it if I can-who gives a sh*t if that seems “unmanly.”

Sometimes you just have to get it off your chest….

Well, I was at Clarissa’s Blog reading a critique of Quiet Riot Girl’s Against Feminisms.

So I read the article and okay, it seemed reasonable. Then when I got to the comments, I was fuming mad….

So I left this comment:

“I might be jumping into this way to late but….

Well, if I think that Marcotte and Futrelle’s mocking of Nice Guys (TM) is just a way to humiliate men with poor social skills, does that make me a bitter misogynist by default? I don’t throw in with the AVFM crowd as I have stated that I think Mr. Elam’s “at a rape trial-acquit” is reprehensible. I also thought Marcotte’s handling of the Duke rape trials was awful. I can’t stand Hugo Schwyzer or Roissy/Heartiste-in both, I find a despicable ranking system of “lower caste” males–Schwyzer constantly berates men for “opting out”-Rissy/Heartiste calls them Omega’s. Yup, I’ve heard the phrase that feminism seeks to help both men and women out of oppressive gender roles but when I threw my 2 cents in at Feministe, I was called a “mansplainer” and told to check my f%^king privilege. I was told that I was blind to my own privilege, but when I was 18, I signed up for selective service-I don’t call that privilege, in my vocabulary, that’s obligation. Then I went over to Inmalafide, the racists,uh, I mean scientifically informed HBD/White Nationalists informed me that I was a victim of miscegenation-that’s a fancy way to say halfbreed, yes I did have to look it up…..

Yes, this reads as a rant I’m sure. I skimmed the comments and found myself growing angry. I don’t particularly know why because many insults were against MRA’s and I’m not one. But settling down I think I do know why. There have been allot of things said and done by feminists hurtful to men and boys. I can provide the citations if needed. And I know some feminists will actually disagree with those things vociferously. However, it was the part that if I actually stand up for myself, that makes me a bitter, hateful misogynist who is unable to “live without my privilege.” All by someone who hasn’t walked a day in my shoes.

End.of.rant–feeling better….”

Here was her reply to my comment:

“I’m sure it annoys you when people blame you for the nasty and oppressive things that other men (Americans, people of your race, etc.) have done, right? Then how do you think I should feel when being accused of what folks at other websites, Hugo Schwyzer, Futrelle and God knows who else did? If some people who identify as feminists did and said nasty things, this does not condemn the entire movement. Just like the existence of male rapists doesn’t make every man a rapist.”

Anyways, in all fairness to Clarissa, she has left a comment on my blog about the male gaze/female gaze:

“Saying this on a fellow feminist blog would get me slaughtered, but I strongly believe that you only get victimized by somebody’s gaze only if you really want to feel victimized. People can’t control whom they find attractive. Unless anybody is trying to touch me against my will, I have no problem with them staring. Why should I?”

Definitely not FinallyFeminism 101, also she stated in her article:

“I also find the terms such as ‘rape culture’ , ‘violence against women and girls’, ‘the male gaze’ and ‘objectification’ to be silly, offensive, and deeply damaging to the cause of feminism. I’ve been blogging about it tirelessly for over two years.”

anyways, I gotta tell myself not to get so worked up when reading in the gendersphere, or maybe I should just stop reading this stuff.

Great Quote on Freethinking and Skepticism…..

“Most of us at one time or another have felt a strong suspicion that the experts were wrong about some fundamental claim in medicine, politics, economics, or a host of other subjects. We have a healthy, natural drive to jeer from the peanut gallery. Indeed, our American republic is based upon this peanut gallery principle. Our Constitution presumes that ordinary citizens can best judge the common good, while such experts such as judges, generals and career politicians must be kept in check through a sharp separation of powers and a free and vigilant press. yet much of our training, wether in childhood, in college, or on the job, is designed to beat the Peanut Gallery Principle out of us. We are taught to distrust our own opinions and lean on the opinions of experts.”

The Einstein Factor: A Proven New Method for Increasing Your Intelligence–Win Wenger and Richard Poe, p. 71.

Well, a, I wasn’t exactly a great student and not exactly model wage slave a, employee. So maybe my untrainability was/is just an internal refusal to accept indoctrination….


Thank you all, I don’t know who all of you are (leave comments!)

Here are a few of my posts that stick out….

End Selective Service Now

Mr. 22

High School Sucked Ass

and of course the post that started it all…

hehe, if you are new to this blog it’s the required Stoner With a Boner prerequisite reading. Not that I expect any “students” of my views to actually do any homework.

Anyways, thanks again to everyone who has read and especially who’ve left comments!

What you see at fight club is a generation of men raised by women.

“My father never went to college so it was really important I go to college. After college, I called him long distance and said now what?

My dad didn’t know.

When I got a job and turned twenty-five, long distance, I said, now what? My dad didn’t know, so he said, get married.

I’m a thirty year old boy, and I’m wondering if another woman is really the answer I need.”

Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk.

Crazy Death Metal

so I got the chance to check out some bands….

the place was packed but I made my way to the bar and indulged my taste for dark beer….

to give you a general idea of the vibe….

anyways, since this was in the “interesting” part of town, at one point when my friend and I grabbed something to eat–we witnessed a “crossdresser.” I personally found it kind of humorous rather than threatening and remarked that my jerk military cousin might pursue “her” after a few Coors Lite’s.

Even though the guitarists of the bands all shredded, I found the music difficult to listen too for extended times. Between that and the general overcrowding, I stepped outside frequently. At one point I saw an emaciated guy (he looked like a concentration camp survivor) with scars all over his arm. I’m guessing they were self inflicted as they formed strange patterns. He was bleeding from his forehead.

Things got crazier during the last band. The singer asked for people to start crowdsurfing. One big girl jumped onto the stage. She apparently had a bloody nose as she walked over to the singer and got blood all over him. She then jumped back into the mosh pit and continued slamming into people with her face covered in blood. During the last song, two small guys climbed onto the shoulders of two bigger guys and started trying to push each other down as a bunch of frenzied guys moshed around them.