Years and years ago, there was a radio personality in my city – Doug Tracht, “The Greaseman” – who made use of this tag-line every-so-often in his routines: “And they ask me why I drink!” Doug, or “Vito Greasemanelli” as he styled himself, is no longer on the radio in my hometown. He regularly stepped over the line separating “tasteless” from “truly offensive,” till the FCC took him off the air. But he was fun while he lasted – and that tag-line stuck in my vocabulary; I’ve used it a few times myself, in humor, over the years.
“And they ask me why I drink!”
My rewrite of that line is not “in humor.”
I am not a father, as far as I know; at least, I have never gotten a Father’s Day card signed “Guess Who!” I don’t believe this is because I’m unsuited to be a father, or too irresponsible to take on the role; I would give my best to any child whose heritage could be proven to include me as his Dad.
Rather, it’s the fact that no fecund woman saw me as a worthy mate – at least, not until long since my own personal “Use By” date had passed. As a commodity in the sexual marketplace – which is, I fear, the way that women regard men – I’m faded, shopworn, and long obsolete.
Fatherhood, in case you haven’t noticed, is regarded as an obsolete pattern of existence by Feminist Society. Deeper yet is the denial that Sex – the gross-anatomical and embarrassingly-obvious difference between XY-chromosome zygotes, when they develop to term and survive to sexual capability, and XX-chromosome zygotes – has any bearing on the social or parental function of those mature zygotes. According to Femmunist doctrine (yes I know they spell it “feminist”, but the urge to compare it to “communism” has become irresistable to me) – a child needs a Mother, but the “sperm-donor” is quite superfluous except for his State-enforced monetary contributions.
Hence the common complaint, seen on so many male-centric websites such as The Spearhead, A Voice For Men, and many other men’s-rights websites, that “FemIntern” (again, a reference to “Comintern,” or Communism International) and their “white knight” enablers are intent on reducing men to sperm-donors and walking wallets.
If you Google “deadbeat dads,” “the Duluth model,” “the Australian Plan,” or any number of other catch-phrases that refer to the notion that Women’s Rights and Mother’s Rights should by right trample men’s rights (note my intentional lack of capital letters in the latter), you can find ample evidence of actual Feminine Supremacy in current jurisprudence and current Society. Whatever the situation might have been in the days of “Leave It To Beaver” Ward & June Cleaver, and the last remnants of the Patriarchy … the current situation is that Team Woman, Femmunism International, have subverted every level of Government to enforce the dogma that “Woman Is The Mistress Race, but Womanhood is Still Oppressed by Dem Devil Men, and so Men should be suppressed and kicked into line by Daddy Government!”
But the kind of Suppressed, Subservient Subjects that Team Woman wants to make of men, in the laws, in the courts, under the Guns of Government, are not the kind of men they see as having Superior Genetic Potential. It is in the nature of Woman to want the best mate she can get, the one who “stands out from the crowd,” the one who captures her notice and incites her excitement. Too many women would rather get pumped-and-dumped by The Hero or ravished by the Sneering Villain than get loved, honored and cherished by The Loyal Trusty Sidekick, or by a fellow bit-player who might be an excellent husband and father if he were only given a chance.
A bit-player, perhaps, like the man I was in my twenties and thirties; when I was young enough to believe I’d see my children grow to adulthood.
I wasn’t judged as worthy to be the consort to Her Holiness the Superior, Entitled, Strong, Independent, Disadvantaged, Victimized Woman. (And that was any woman too young to be my mother.) I am not “alpha” enough to contribute my genetic donation to Her Most Revered Reproduction System, but my money, my savings, my possessions could possibly be worth gleaning for The Sake Of The Children (tm). If she were to admit me, it would be to make me responsible for her child or children, never mind if I had anything whatsoever to do with her actual conception. If she were to accept my hand in marriage, I’d be forever liable for her Sacred Happiness, my salary and my bank-accounts and any real-estate I had managed to own would be “hers” in the Eyes of the Law, and I’d be the Eternal Chump to her every “need,” want, wish, desire or whim.
The issue of her womb – if she gave the State reason to trace the patrimony back to me, regardless (preferably in ignorance) of any genetic contribution on my part – would be her claim, now and henceforth, upon my life, my fortune, and my sacred honor.
My only possible defense is to make thoroughly sure that my “genetic contribution” never gets anywhere near the genetic-receptacle of any woman at all. Because any women who catches baby-rabies can make use of suitable sperm, whether captured from my unwrapped hydraulics or with the help of a turkey-baster; any woman can accuse her beta boyfriend of contributing that which actually came from her alpha one-night-stand; and every woman has the Guns of Government at her beck-and-call when it comes to assigning paternity and harvesting the man’s “everything” to support herself and her children.
Can you honestly blame me, for choosing to avoid “Being A Father”?
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When I was younger I probably would be considered a purple piller since I never once believed women were flawless or above men, or any of the other hateful rhetoric that feminists spew everywhere. I was blindly in love once with a self styled “good Catholic girl”(I was and am not Catholic, but as she called it a “generic Christian”). Except it turns out that I put more importance and weight on sex and so was the one insisting we had to wait til marriage to have sex. She was the one trying to force me to have sex with her, insisting that she “was ready” and “needed it” and not giving a damn about how I felt about it-I guess she couldn’t comprehend that men aren’t lustful beasts willing to sleep with anything that moves. Her first method was through trying to get me drunk-which I steadfastly refused to drink anything because it was something I had seen destroy my grandmother and the closest she got was drinking some and coming up behind me and turning my head to kiss me and then spitting it into my mouth. Her second try was by force and she attempted to overpower me and hold me down and rape me but I was too strong for her and able to hold her off of me. Her 3rd attempt was by whining, nagging and wearing me down over time . This last way was the one that “worked” and so I was eventually worn down and in spite of my morals gave in, in an emotional void I then just followed directions for a short while before stopping after about 3 seconds even when she kept demanding more and I had an emotional breakdown-while she sat there and was whining about me needing to “man up” and “finish the job”. This was one of the incidents that helped me stop being in denial and realize what a shitty relationship it was and how abusive she was-physically and emotionally. If I had stayed I would have ended up either in the hospital or the morgue-of that I am certain. Out of curiosity-to anyone reading this-what would you call it when someone nags and wears down their partner over time into doing something they find morally repugnant and against their express wishes and during the ensuing emotional breakdown after they’ve finally gotten their way proceeds to blame the partner for the entire thing? And what would you call it when a girlfriend wears down her boyfriend over time and forces him to have sex with her against his wishes?
Mark, it’s a pity that we can’t call that ‘rape,’ but the Femmunists have co-opted that term and they’re using it for their own purposes.
The Femmunists are campaigning to have ‘rape’ include the process of a man wearing down the determination of a woman to not have sex, by repeated and insistent statements of his desire to have sex.
Were there such a thing as ‘equal rights’ – your girlfriend’s repeated insistence in having sex with you should properly be categorized in the exact same fashion, making it therefore an actionable offense. But that is not in the interests of the Matriarchy, and so we have a situation where “sauce for the gander can never be sauce for the goose!”
Oh we can call it what is it and and say that it is indeed rape-even if the feminists in power have gotten the legal definition of rape to not include it. The re imagining of events and terms to suit their needs is something feminists and was something she loved doing too-there was something she wanted me to do and nagged at me for over a year and a half even those I told her I expressly didn’t want to do it. Eventually I was so worn down that I caved, and told her I would probably not like it but at least give it a try for her. Turned out I didn’t like it, and even after giving it a real try still didn’t like it. Her response was-“So, there never was any chance of you liking it, then why did you do it?” And being in denial and indignant when I called her out for it and told her that she was the one that forced me to do it. When I broke up with her I still didn’t want to hurt her and had to have someone else start the email before I could go from there and send it. Break up by email was the only reasonable course because I know without a doubt that if I had broken up in person either her or someone in her family would attempt to seriously injure me or kill me. In her response email she blamed me for everything and said I wasn’t a real man since I didn’t do it face to face-right because not wanting to expose myself to her violence and be a punching bag one last time for her to vent her rage on makes me a coward. She also demanded the stuff she had left at my house back and didn’t return any of the more expensive stuff I had at her house-stuff like games and books. I returned a single email saying I would return her things and wouldn’t respond to any other emails. I left her stuff in a box on her porch while no one was home and she sent another email raving at me and again calling me a coward for not returning it to her face, I didn’t bother responding to it. I had also sent an email to her best friend to let her know things didn’t work out between us and that my ex would probably need comfort, my email was polite and courteous, my email one last gesture of kindness to my ex. My reward for this kindness? Being again called a coward and being blamed for everything that went wrong in the relationship. Perhaps the single biggest kicker in all of this was in the weeks proceeding this I started pulling back more and was more objective and less willing to tolerate her bullshit, and I just acted like I normally did-like I had acted all along except when she was forcing me to be subservient to her every whim, and they were like-this isn’t like you!-Meaning that neither of them actually bothered getting to know me beyond the most superficial of levels in the over 2 years we were in contact with both of them almost daily and was going out with my ex for 23 months-and I knew nearly everything about both of them and how they were and how they acted and thought-not from doing anything special or snooping, just by actually paying attention and taking note of how they acted and treated others. I suppose I can call myself lucky in some respects because although I she put me through hell, I’m pretty young so I wasn’t trapped into bondage and servitude to her by either marriage(which she kept pushing for) and then divorce or child support, and before she would have thought of making false accusations. This helped force me to take the red pill all the way and harden my resolve to not be enslaved by such a tyrant, and finalize my resolution to never marry and be extremely cautious if I were to ever even consider dating again(not likely).
As a post note-calling them Femmunists-I like it, definitely describes a number of them very well, similar to feminazis.