by Marina Orwell
The far more aggressive, less intelligent and less well-educated 49% (remember, these are statistics I’m summarizing, not opinions), mainly uses two tactics to keep female lemmings in petri-thrall to their hedgemalarkey (and, of course, to keep each individual barely-average male lemming convinced that he really is all that).
As an aside: Out of respect for that growing faction of men who have nearly broken free from the Willybeef-Culpritictube-Confabogynodustrial Complex, and are thus more or less able to cogitate with their head brain rather than with Mr. Winkie and/or some quasi-human amalgamation of the two, and who are inclined to not only “see” past their pubes and imagine the perspective of others — I will hereafter refer to your less-capable-but-alas!-stampeding-majority brethren as “Dickheads” (not the most original name, but the most apt). Plod on, minority Menschen! The 51% as well as all of the flora and fauna applaud your fortitude! But I digress, so let’s leave this here to marinate a spell while we turn back to the two overcooked sheesh kabobs.
1) Implicit or explicit threats of violence. I don’t think I need to trounce the reader’s noggin with this ubiquitous reality, since ERs across the country are filled to the brim with women who’ve been on the other end of Dickhead “justice,” and morgues are filled with the unrecognizable bodies of women who are almost always killed by either hubby or boy”friend.”
In case the slow learners out there want to claim that this is mostly the handiwork of black and brown males, you’d be wise to check out the statistics if you’re a woman or girl. I’ll summarize: White males are almost as prone to violence against their wives and girlfriends as are Black males (If you’re a doubting Dickhead, don’t expect this here maid, cook, and au pair of fucktuffetry to also be your research assistant. Go ahead and clear the talmudifreeze from yer brain with some old-fashioned research on something besides that which strokes schlongebellum).
It’s true that White males are far less inclined to aggress against people “of color” than vice versa, but they have no problem slamming and/or killing those Doormats-with-Holes they erstwhile fancied sticking their dicks into. You see, White males may be pussies on the street, but they love to beat up dem wimmins at home.
It makes sense if you think about it. After all, the larger political system mirrors the smaller political system (aka so-called nuclear family). Obey Big Daddy Dickhead or he’ll smash your head like a cantaloupe (or hire Dickheads-in-Training to play video games on real people in Iraq, Afghanistan, or wherever else they need a little reminder of Who’s Boss. Which reminds me: Twice as many women were killed as the result of domestic abuse than the number of “U.S.” troops killed in these Poohish wars of aggression, but that inconvenient fact doesn’t interest anyone besides “feminazis” like myself).
2) “Just So” stories. The importance of “just so” stories (hereafter referred to as JUSOS) to the male supremacist narrative really cannot be underestimated. The typical male lemming pops out of his mother’s womb — well, not exactly. Mom spent 9 months feeding, carrying, and even breathing for the little ingrate and then spent gawd knows how many excruciating hours trying to squeeze his already cumbersome nob through an aperture inconveniently sized to fit something diminutive (e.g. Mr. Winkie).
Anyway, he arrives in a world already splendidly appointed with thousands of years of Dickhead JUSOS. This is convenient, because the male who is destined for dickheadedness lacks the intelligence and creativity to come up with such piffling theories on his own. Also, that critical gap must be filled — between the day Dickhead Jr. arrives on the scene — to when he is old enough to sit up and be plopped in front of Big Brother. JUSOS seamlessly bridge that tremendous canyon while also serving to reinforce Herdspeak throughout his sequestero el homo lifetime.
By the way, JUSOS work even more efficiently on male lemmings than does Culpritic propaganda, because the former bypass the sensory apparatus completely and go straight to schlong. There, they can be fused with Mr. Winkie’s filthy visuals of rape, abuse, and Woman-as-Fucktoy-Vassal-Ever-Smiling-Sycophant provided to him by Big Brother (and magically, as it were, “brought to life” by female lemmings who are simultaneously undergoing a brainwashing program that dovetails perfectly with his own).
To end this here tedious narrative about the travails of that boring, productive, nonviolent 51%, I’ll give you an example of each of the above-referenced tactics, as, by golly, scintillating examples arrived in my jooglecoffer just this past week.
One free-wheeling polluter of the-already-hideous-dickhead-dominated-internet threatened to ram his “massive member” up my derriere until his all-powerful 1.5 ounces of flesh utterly disemboweled dis here lil’ old damsel soon-to-be-in-distress-if-dickhead-had-his-druthers (Yawn. Really, jaundiced lunar plexuses like mine can almost always discern a Dickhead from a Culpritic by the kinds of crap that sends their thoroughly-pickled brains out of the ole brine. Dickheads spew their homoerotic filth when their Culpritic-created-and-maintained “masculinity” is “threatened.” Culpritics spew their homoerotic filth when their Tribe is ratted out).
Another Dickhead wanted to share a JUSO with me (even though he couldn’t scare up the author’s name from between those two remaining neurons that were left to duke it out with Mr. Winkie). He “informed” me that we’d all “be living in huts if women ruled.” Note not only the JUSO, but also the shining example of Football Team Mentality (and, needless to say, those millions now living in tents and boxes may consider a “hut” to be a real upgrade in living conditions).
Then he informed me that he was off to read Mr. MacD’s book about dem joos for the fifth time (at least he understands that via repetition, information will finally pass through the dIckhead-reptobrain barrier). But his real message was that he just plain doesn’t care if Mr. MacD misrepresents himself. After all, male fraud is what makes this here world go round. Or, maybe not. After all, he continued, he and his fellow dickheads would prefer “the occasional mushroom cloud” than to part with one inch of their unearned and undeserved hegemony (it wasn’t called the “nuclear family” for nothin you know).
Even though he preferred the “occasional mushroom cloud,” this even-more-irrational-than-yer-typical dickhead ended by saying that he “guesses we’ll be OK” if “we can keep the Marina Orwells of the world from getting their hands on nukes.” Well, I’ll be darned. Mr. Fagabeetastic finally got it off his near-eclipsed-by-a-beer-belly chest. He doesn’t give a crap what happens as long as women don’t have any say in causing it. Now this is the kind of prick who could give Nuttin Yahoo a run for his glatt kosher beef (but sadly, neither are a rarity).
“F*ck all the other denizens of the planet” Dickhead declares (and he’s never contradicted, except by evil feminists).
No female has the luxury of being a flatulent hammerhead, yet we still pretend that there’s such a thing as “civilization.” In reality, all there’s ever been is a playground for male gorillas.
Who but lemmings would continue to force children — especially girls — to live in a zoo whereby the nonviolent and productive 51% are caged while goons’ misrule continues unabated? Statistics have shown that for decades now, the brightest and most well-educated women have voted (with their uteri) to stop this madness once and for all. Dickheads, as usual, found a way to interpret this so as to not implicate themselves (if they possess any talent besides violence, it’s the ability to deflect any and all “bad thoughts” about themselves via “just so” stories or plain vanilla psychotestostric whackodynamics).
Dickhead senses — perhaps correctly — that in a world which based its political system on actual facts rather than JUSOS et al., his kind would simply be castrated the first time they aggressed against others (resulting in the “genocide” of future replica da aggressiva el stupido subhumanoido).
I can dream, can’t I?
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