Chicks have always been able to do well and compete with men.
That is, if they were good enough.
Neo-conservative homosexual Douglas Murray is somewhat upset that the leading homo magazines have struck him off the poofter list and declared him to be non-gay for daring to not go along with the latest look at me agenda of celebrity pillow biters.
I had never heard of Douglas Murray before this but I have scant respect for him, both because he is a fag and because he is a conservative. In other words, he has conserved nothing whilst enjoying the fruits of being fashionably homosexual, that is until it didn’t last anymore due to the fact that it got a wee bit too totalitarian.
All fags are totalitarian. The only difference lies in the degree.
The Friday hawt chicks & links is not often shocked by whatever pollution our clown world throws up of mind, body or spirit. In truth, we have become inured to the daily offerings to Baal. But if you walk the dusty streets and you filter out the rainbow flags, the colored hair, the ubiquitous tattoos, the sloppily dressed and the faces contorted in rage as ugly words spill from diseased and rotten mouths, then you yourself are part of the general tableau. As the prissy saying goes, you aren’t stuck in traffic; you are traffic.
Even a brief perusal of the webs this dark October morning has brought up several such examples of which even I was somewhat surprised. When global corporations subvert institutions and use them to push the globohomo agenda, in all honesty I was reluctant to admit that they would be effective. But just because they are not effective on me does not then mean that they do not affect others. So we have a few examples this week that managed to raise even this old crusty eyebrow in surprise.
So let the show begin.
On the face of it this report of a woman being arrested and charged as a sex offender for what she chose to wear or not to wear in the privacy of her home, seems like a clear case of government overreach and the abuse of the judiciary system.
Tilli Buchanan and her husband had been installing insulation in their garage, and had stripped off their clothes just inside their home to get the itchy materials off their skin. She was topless when her stepchildren bounded down the stairs.
The children were a little embarrassed at the sight — but Buchanan told them they shouldn’t treat her differently because she was a woman. They aren’t uncomfortable seeing their dad’s chest, she told them, so it shouldn’t be different for her.
“This isn’t a sexual thing,” she recalled telling the children. “I should be able to wear exactly what my husband wears. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about this.”
But apparently state officials don’t have the same view. After getting wind of what Buchanan had thought was an innocent encounter, they filed criminal charges against the 27-year-old West Valley City woman.
She’s now facing three counts of lewdness involving a child — a class A misdemeanor. If convicted, Buchanan could land in jail and stay on the sex offender registry for the next 10 years.
This is the moment for face-rolling libertarians to go all libertard. “It’s in the privacy of her own home, man! Like, the government has no business being in there!”
Well, allow me to impolitely disagree, morons.
I have had a difficult but satisfying week at work; we met a big challenge and achieved a major objective. This was in France so I spent the week in a hotel while eating restaurant food. This is not how I like to spend my time but it needed to be done. When I was younger I would have jumped at the chance to stay in hotels and eat in restaurants, but no longer. I value my own bed and the food of my own efforts. Above all else I value the peace and quiet of home.
This weekend has been about rest. Yesterday I did not leave the house at all. I relaxed with good food and wine, books, and modest perusal of the interwebs. Today I left the house for a short time, but now I am back and I have no plans to go out for the rest of the day. It is cold and wet, just the perfect kind of day for remaining indoors. I have a chicken in the oven and an excellent bottle of Italian red on the table.
This is all because I know that I need to recuperate and recharge. Going out is not recharging as that takes effort and any expended effort is a little bit more out of the battery. But above all else I have been sleeping. A good solid eight hours each night and that is because sleep is important.
Let’s get one thing absolutely clear; Greta Thunberg is a woman for our times. I don’t consider her to be a child as 16 is about the emotional maturity that most women reach and never progress from over the course of their lives. She is a woman for our times because her scolding, condescending and unintelligent emotional blather perfectly encapsulates the feminist matriarchy in which we currently suffer.
Up to today I had managed to ignore this idiot woman, but the guys over at Men of the West posted a synopsis of the climate shenanigans going on at the UN and I decided to watch the video of her addressing the esteemed UN body.
Look, I starred in a few school plays and I can tell you right now that this sort of miserable acting performance would have had our year 10 drama teacher going ballistic at this misbegotten excuse for thespian talent. All they need to do to wrap things up is to make a movie about her life and get the talentless Brie Larson to perform the starring role, as the acting performances will be on par with one another.
My article on Peterson was cross-posted at XYZ magazine. It had a lot of comments, particularly on Facebook. The Peterson fan boiys descended en masse to defend their poor great guru from the dastardly attacks of the horrible Adam. Which is exactly what the editor of XYZ, David Hiscox, and I expected. It’s happened every time. As I commented to David, Peterson could run naked down the street while drooling and screaming at the sky and he would still get a free pass.
Previously the ad hominem attacks employed against me when I took a shot at Peterson were along the lines of me being jealous of the great guru. But it’s kind of hard to be jealous of an obvious raving lunatic, so his defenders were forced to get creative and choose other avenues to suit their needs. Chief among them was the accusation that I do not understand mental illness, the apparent inference being that my accusers do understand mental illness.
I was not surprised when I heard the news yesterday that everyone’s favorite authority for being a man in the modern world has checked himself into a clinic due to severe depression. Jordan Peterson has been suffering from obvious pathologies in the public sphere for some time. His demented book about 12 rules for life is an incoherent descent into the nightmare of a man who is so off the charts that he is forced to create specialist rules in order to continue functioning in an outwardly normal manner.
Peterson doesn’t pat cats in the streets because he’s a nice guy; he does it to continually convince himself that he is a nice guy.