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Monday, 20 February 2017

Maistres Occitans Foie Gras de Canard Entier

Human Civilisation....what an old fashioned idea.

If it’s a war they want, they’ve got one. This particular writer is taking up arms…well, opening up MS Word, in defence of MEN and society as a whole against the straggly bedraggled feminist witches of the apocalypse.

Such creatures tend to be incubated in the golden summer days of a contented society with hope for the future and they are patronized and placated with university research grants which keeps them quiet and only able to pester and abuse the poor men who happen to enter their university domains and make the mistake, as I did, of studying English Literature and being at the mercy of an insane and over educated elite club of Marxist Feminist Witches.

Dianne Purkiss, Professor of Witchcraft at Keble College Oxford.

However now the golden summer days of human civilization seem to be at an end and to paraphrase the Protocols of Zion they have unleashed their long incubated army of feminists upon a culture in which men and women generally got on quite well, fell in love and hell, even got married and had babies and stuff.

Now, war is upon you, whether you want it or not. The massed ranks of unhygienic femi-witches who celebrate their independence by disdaining showers or shampoo are released from their academic holding pens and the obscurity of the lecture hall, to fall upon the world and prey upon society, draining human gender relationships of meaning or any chance of happiness.

If you are a man then you are in the sights merely for being a man and creating civilization. Everything you have done was always to oppress the wimins and now the reckoning is due. The witches are abroad, casting their spells in the press and assaulting reason and logic for  ‘foul is fair and fair is foul’ just like ‘Fat is beautiful and beautiful is male objectification.’ 

The hordes of broken women, recently empowered by feminism and heavily subsidized by the hidden hand which has waged war on Western civilization, are those whose ugliness and poor character, in a sane world would be rightfully disdained and probably relegated to gardening jobs where they can only inflict their bad dispositions on weeds and the slugs in their cabbages, but in our strange Back to the Future Alternate 1985 world where everything has suddenly all gone wrong, and they are now the new intellectual elite.

Where's the DeLorean? we need to fix this shit!

They have been given the keys to the kingdom of knowledge and they have burned down the house and instead erected an altar to their own unwashed vaginas and only those who have ritually castrated themselves with Marxist Social Theory will be allowed to enter.

An English Literature student at a UK University, or a male Guardian journalist.

One such eschewer of shampoo and reason is Joan Smith. Perhaps once, in Ms Smith’s family there was once a man who made something at a hot iron forge, perhaps horse shoes or perhaps the man mended a plough. Doubtless the man whose name was once Smith served a useful and constructive purpose to the world around him. 

But the fruit has fallen far from the tree and Ms Joan Smith is nothing but a very bad apple, all acid and bitterness. Something which ought to have fallen on stony ground and been allowed to rot quietly away into the mire. But now, she has been given a rich firmament and her bitterness has been watered with years and years of secret delusions.

Likely from the Frankfurt school who once gave her a nice stipend for writing an essay and she realized that being bitter and foul can be a good career move for someone with no discernible talent or ability to provide anything useful or constructive to society.

Ms Smith’s career is built on nurturing discord, discontent and destruction. Destruction of female happiness and the severing of the ancient human bond between men and women. Along with a fascination with witches, atheism and Marxism, an ideology which has so far cost up to 100,000,000 human lives. 

Now women under the spell of feminism have been rendered unhappy and those men who have realized that they no longer need to be sitting ducks for abuse can go their own way. The MGTOW men figure if women have all turned into mad feminists who want to castrate us mentally and literally then why not learn the guitar instead?

With the growth of the internet and the devious trickery of AMP (Accelerated Mobile Pages) which specifically harvests obscure stories from Marxist rags like the Guardian and The Independent which ought, due to the diminishing readership of print editions of these journals, be consigned to becoming  a wet patch in the rabbit hutch of some social worker’s house and his bearded partner who works in advertising, but alas, the internet has deviously brought up all this cat-litter journalism to be endless churned over and over by the power of the internet.

The Trump Show...... Men Love it.

So now whenever I want to check in on my favourite US soap opera: President Trump, I have to be exposed to the views of bedraggled harpies fresh from the blasted Heath assaulting my senses with their snarling misandry and lack of hair-care programme. I hate the Guardian and I hate Feminists, witches, Marxists and Atheists...but I am rather interested in the Trump Show, so why whenever I type Trump into my mobile Google search am I exposed to the views of Marxist Feminist Atheist witches with bad hair? I don't care about you. Leave me alone! Damn you AMP.

Poor hair care example from history.

Joan Smith: Gorgon.

Trump’s fragile male ego craves the dangerous drug of adulation

It is an alarming insight into how Trump (though, not just Trump) operates. Few politicians, no matter how thin-skinned, have displayed such neediness nor demanded such displays of unconditional love from their supporters. Neediness is not usually considered attractive in men who like to be thought of as tough, but Trump is rewriting the rulebook on masculinity.

What concerns me about Feminist Zombie witches of the Apocalypse with poor hair care, is not only that they pontificate on matter of femininity as if they own every woman's gender, but now it seems they are branching out and telling men about being a man, as well as engaging in tiresome gender based attacks of smearing Trump with some kind of sexist gender based attack.

When did you ever read a male writer having a go at a famous woman claiming she was suffering from 'fragile female ego problems' and then goes on to tell the woman what a woman should be?

You don't. You won't hear this, never. Because this man would be labeled a misogynist and not allowed anywhere near a newspaper. He might live in the internet and frequent websites like MGTOW.COM, but be assured that society would be duly mobilised to track such a man down and use any and all power if could to discredit and attack him.

I wonder to what extent literal extent the schizophrenic priestesses of the old mystery religion, attended by a priesthood of self castrated ‘males’ mewling and rolling around like neutered pussy cats, describes the paradigm of this particular author and her readership. History repeats itself, although admittedly, it tends to have a wardrobe change. So what were once the witches and priestess of the mysteries are now female journalists and academics, exhorting the degrees of their mystery, the outer portico or blue-lodge degrees of which are atheism, Feminism and a little bit of Marxism for good measure. Yet what lies beneath? What really happens in the minds of these people, because it's beginning to more and more resemble mental illness.

This is what the End of  Civilisation Looks Like.

Post Script:

A group of witches is attempting to use black magic to neutralize U.S. President Donald Trump by casting a “binding spell” to prevent him from governing.

The “mass spell to bind Donald Trump” will be performed at midnight on every waning crescent moon beginning Friday, February 24, “until Donald Trump is removed from office,” the group’s website states.
The mass ritual will allegedly be repeated again March 26, April 24, May 23, June 21 (the summer solstice), July 21, and August 19.
The spell also invokes evil on “those who abet” Trump, which would seem to appear to cover his staff and political nominees, and perhaps the millions who voted for him as well.

The spell involves such items as an unflattering photo of Trump, a tower tarot card, a tiny stub of an orange candle, a pin or small nail, water, salt, a feather and an ashtray.
“This binding spell is open source, and may be modified to fit your preferred spiritual practice or magical system,” the site explains. What is critical is “the simultaneity of the working” as well as “the mass energy of participants.”
“Some lodges/covens are doing a variation of this as a group working, while a number of solitary practitioners are planning to connect and livestream via Facebook, Twitter, and other social media,” the site explains.
In reaction, a number of Christian groups and individuals have promised to pray for Mr. Trump, asking God’s blessings on his work and on the nation.
The witches’ spell involves a lengthy incantation, calling on spirits and “demons of the infernal realms” to bind Donald J. Trump so that “he may fail utterly, that he may do no harm.”
Calling on the spirits to work the same harm on “all those who enable his wickedness and those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies,” the hex beseeches the spirits to “bind them in chains, bind their tongues, bind their works, bind their wickedness.”
The climax of the spell involves a crescendo “with increasing passion” ending by blowing out the orange candle while “visualizing Trump blowing apart into dust or ash.”

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Turned into a Lobster: The punishment for being MGTOW.

Warning this article contains SPOILERS for the film The Lobster.

“The first day is a day he would never forget...” This is a MGTOW themed review and analysis of the MGTOW themed film: The Lobster which has just received its unofficial internet release, thanks to the servers at Kick Ass Torrents.

The new paradigm of MGTOW, or Men Going Their Own Way which is merrily consuming You-Tube bandwidth with astonishing alacrity, is a natural human reaction to the ‘war-on-men’ which has been waged for either the last 20 or so years or since Eve’s betrayal of Adam in the garden of Eden. Depends on your politics I guess.
It seems to be about 20 years since the Social Justice Marxists started setting-to with real vigour in their mission to destroy society and human civilisation as we know it, in order that it be replaced with an as yet, unknown, New System. 

Ever since Tony Blair was elected in the late 90’s the UK in particular and modern social-reality itself seems to no longer hold any pretence at making sense and there’s clearly something malicious in the corruption, neglect and mismanagement currently fomenting in Britain. I somehow get the impression that since the Iraq war and the death of over a million Iraqis the secret elite rulers of the world have realised they can pretty much do anything they like and noone really has any idea how to stop them.

People’s attitude seems to have changed to resignation as we all just sort of await the next outrage to common-sense and morality to emerge from politics and the media. Whether it’s the murder of David Kelly and Robin Cook for their work trying to prevent the Iraq war or recent revelations about David Cameron having sex with a dead pig’s head. It’s just a catalogue of endless horrors only punctuated by humourless dark absurdities.

There is a sense that anything goes now really, and a possible future where single people are dehumanised and punished until they pair up, marry and contribute taxes and their labour to the monolithic machiney of the state, is probably no more bizarre than anything else which is happening these days.

The film The Lobster won the Jury prize at the 2015 Cannes film festival, a fact which makes me somewhat suspicious as there is always a sense that these prizes and promotions are often used to further the social engineering agenda.

The film presents us with the strange concept of a sort of hotel for singles, like a kind of club 18-30 concentration camp where the male guests are raped, beaten and psychologically abused, and threatened that they will ultimately be transformed into animals if they do not find another partner within 45 days and any escapees are mercilessly hunted down.

Captured singles after a night's hunting in the woods.

The film begins in a shocking manner with a woman shooting a donkey, within the logic of the film this is presumably her ex-husband. Then a cut to Colin Farrell’s character David being thrown out by his wife while her new lover rings impatiently at the doorbell. 

Here we have two of the key concepts of MGTOW being played out. Namely in the first instance, the belief that some women will actively seek to destroy a man once he is of no more use to her, and the behaviour of some women who literally try to destroy their husbands in flagrantly unjust divorce settlements which resemble personal vendettas rather than the amicable termination of a contract; and in the second instance the fact that 80% percent of divorces are instigated by women and in almost all cases it is the man who must move out of the family home, often losing everything he has worked for on the sudden whim of the woman he loved and who he thought loved him.

Whether it is actually true that people are somehow turned into animals is never made clear, except for a bit of dubious exposition from one of the characters. The title of the film is the animal which Colin Farrell’s character had decided he would choose to be turned into (because he says they live for a hundred years and have blue blood like royalty) should his time at the hotel prove unsuccessful.

Upon enrolling into the hotel system he is stripped down to his underwear, has his possessions confiscated and given hotel room 101, a nod to similarly dystopian portrayal of a fascist future George Orwell’s 1984.

What we see in The Lobster may well be a world which exists within the same continuum as 1984. But the film also exists within a sort of post MGTOW world where society has mobilised its forces and human rights have been quashed in an attempt to force apparently reluctant men to pair up with women. The same obligation seems to exist for women, but we observe the film from a masculine viewpoint and it is commonly the men who are punished, humiliated, tortured throughout the duration of the film.

The men in the film show an obvious lack of interest in the opposite sex and a desire to just be left alone to hang out with each-other. It is only through compulsion and the threat of being turned into animals that they force themselves to talk to women, but they seem to have a much better time alone.  

With humorous irony Robert (the fabulous John C Reilly, better known to me as Will Ferrell’s goofy step brother in the film of that name) describes the culminating experience of the hotel “The final ordeal before letting you go and the hardest one.” He is referring to what we would probably know as a honeymoon on a yacht, for many in this day and age something of a romantic ideal but in the post MGTOW world this is described as an ‘ordeal’. And in chilling tones John C Reilly’s character states: 

"15 days of vacation....just a couple alone" as if it were the very worst thing in the world.

Men just wanting to go their own way.

Their interactions with women are forced and the unnatural lengths which they go to in order to show some kind of commonality with the women, including Ben Whishaw’s character John damaging his own nose in order for it to bleed in order to have something in common with and something to talk about with one of the women whose most defining characteristic is that she suffers from nosebleeds.

"What's worse? To die of cold and hunger in the woods. to become an animal that will be killed and eaten by some big animal, or to have a nose-bleed from time to time." 

In another scene Collin Farrell's character desperately tries to strike up a conversation with a female who is coming close to her final day at the hotel. He begins by smiling and commenting that she has nice hair. "I know" she replies simply, then starts revelling in her own hair.

I'm great.

Farrell's character then asks her "How do you like mine?" thinking that he could save her life if only she commented that he too had nice hair and as such they both would have something in common and they could become a couple and she could live. But instead she visibly adjusts her body language, from the obvious happiness and self centred satisfaction at being given a compliment, to folding her arms and looking stern when asked to say something nice about his. She tells him it looks dry but then starts a strange sort of harangue about men with bald hair, and her tone is almost berating and finding fault with him, even though he doesn't have bald hair and will also be unlikely to develop it in later life.

You suck.

The same woman then appears to be on her final day before being transformed into an animal, her 'best friend' reads a letter to her saying she will miss her and when she gets to the city she will never find a friend as faithful and true as she was, the women then slaps her, exposing her all consuming anger and jealousy that she has managed to find a partner while she has not. 

The tragedy is that had this woman merely responded to David with a simple compliment about his own hair then they would have had something in common and as a result would not risk being turned into an animal. In fact she throws herself from her hotel room and dies painfully on the terrace bellow. It simply didn't occur to her even for a second that she could possibly return the compliment to David and she would be saved.

Women... I can't figure them out.

It simply isn't in her nature to do so. And so we see this written on the look of sad confusion on David's face when he offered to give himself to her to save her life if only she could for once not be wholly and so completely self centred. She literally couldn't say something nice to a man to save her own life.

The film explores some of the themes and criticisms of women within the MGTOW world. Their vapidity and the apparent heartlessness with which they treat men who no longer serve their purposes.  One of the women describes her one defining characteristic as ‘her beautiful smile’, seeming to evoke MGTOW’s criticism that women are superficial and obsessed only with appearances. And one of the women is described as ‘having no feelings whatsoever’.

The men are specifically oppressed by women in a variety ways throughout the film. The wonderful Olivia Coleman’s character of gently tyrannical Hotel Commandant accuses Robert of masturbating in his own room and calls him a “A weak and cowardly man.” And threatens that he’d better get used to masturbating not to pictures of naked women but to pictures of horses since he will most likely end up being turned into one for failing to find a partner. He is then brutally punished  having his hand forced into an electric toaster. Presumably so he can longer masturbate.

But that's my wanking hand!
"If you encounter any problems, any tensions, any arguing that you cannot resolve yourselves, you will be assigned children. That usually helps.."

Colin Farrell’s character David is also apparently, raped on several occasions. He is ordered to remove his trousers despite his protestation: "Can we not do this today, it’s awful."

But he is told that “I’m afraid you have to do it and you have no idea how much it helps you psychologically in the search for a partner.”

After the fact the hotel maid is seen readjusting her clothes after some kind of sexual operation and David is told in a scientific manner: “Today you became erect quicker than on other days”

In another scene, the women in the audience are shown a basic role-play where  women without men are shown as being vulnerable and prone to sexual attack by single predatory males.

Ben Whishaw first appeared on television as Pingu, the abused and much humiliated computer geek in  Chris Morris' and Charlie Brooker’s satire of Shoreditch wankers: Nathan Barley and watching this film I had to check that it wasn’t written by Chris Morris as it has something of the satirical prescience which Morris is known for. However it is getting harder and harder for satire to keep up with just how insane the world is actually becoming and I get the feeling that this film may be less a satire but more a shape of things to come and the decline in men getting married or having any kinds of relationships with women increases causing a potential population decrease and resultant massive socio-economic imbalance within the western world.

"It's no coincidence that the targets are shaped as single people and not couples."

Colin Farrell's character in a desperate attempt to reach one of the women becomes deliberately cold and calous since he has noticed that being nice to women and complimenting them seemed ineffective. As a resut of acting like a callous and sociopathic caveman type of man he manages to ingratiate himself with the woman who has no feelings and thus prevent himself from being turned into an animal. 

It is only when she pretends to be choking to death and he does nothing to save her, that she realises that he has the required Alpha male characteristics and is the right man for her. She then kills his brother (who is a dog) but because he shows emotion she deems him unsuitable and goes to report him to the hotel manager.  


The film quickly loses its way after the first 45 minutes however and becomes a dissordered mess once the chemistry of Colin Farrel, John C Reilly and Ben Whishaw is broken up. In addition the women's dialogue and the deliberately frozen, stilted performances, which while perhaps appealing to artistic sensibilities, do not really suit story-telling and an enjoyable movie experience. 

I suspect that this effect is deliberate and intended to represent the difficult and alien nature of the male-female relationships and how perhaps, men and women can never really understand each-other, and that the only thing we have in common might be the occasional nose bleed after all.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.

I'm on FIRE with dat TROOF.
Kundalini refugee doing a bit of landscaping.