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Open thread 4/15/24

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  • G706 April 15, 2024, 8:47 AM

    Yesterday I was talking to a man who has driven for UPS for 20 years or more. Back in 2016 the local distribution center had about 65 trucks. After Trump was in office they had to keep adding truck to keep up with demand until by 2020 they had over 130 truck and no room to park them so 3 months into 2021 they opened a satellite center. Now thanks to Bidenomics they are down to 70 trucks and closing the satellite center.

  • ghostsniper April 15, 2024, 8:49 AM

    That Neo, she’s a real scream idn’t she?

  • ghostsniper April 15, 2024, 12:01 PM

    Remington’s Nylon 66
    ===============
    At about age 6 the very first firearm I ever shot was a Remington 66, a gun my dad owned.
    Load it in the morning and shoot it all day. It was a tube feed.
    My dad died in 1980 and my sister has owned this gun ever since then.
    Every couple of years I try to buy it from her but she won’t get up off of it.
    Go to the link and you can see pix and other info about this unique gun series.

    ===========================

    In addition to being a field representative for Remington, Tom Frye was a talented exhibition shooter. His most lengthy stunt was suggested to him by friend Newt Crumbly, who owned the Holiday Hotel in Reno, Nevada. On a bright, sunny day in 1959, Frye stood before a mountain of pine blocks, each measuring precisely 2.5 inches square. Also there were three lightweight autoloading rifles and stacks of Remington .22 Long Rifle Golden Bullet ammunition. As Frye shouldered a rifle, one of seven assistants hurled a block into the air, and it tumbled to earth with a dead-center hole. By the end of that first day, Frye had fired 3,000 rounds and ventilated the same number of blocks. He was just getting warmed up. On the afternoon of the fourth day, 32,250 spent rimfire cases lay on the ground, and Frye had missed only two targets. On the 12th day, he had only three misses while shooting at a total of 72,501 flying targets. Exibition shooter Ad Topperwein’s 1907 record of 72,500 wooden blocks with nine misses had been broken.

    Frye kept on shooting. He had been averaging a shot every 3.6 seconds, and on the 13th and final day he increased the pace to a shot every 1.5 seconds. When Frye called it quits at 100,010 blocks, he had missed only six. Each of the three rifles had fired more than 33,000 rounds of ammunition with not a single malfunction. The only maintenance they received was removal of bullet lube and propellant fouling from the bolt face every 6,000 rounds with a toothbrush. While the exterior of the bolt had taken on a more polished finish, measurements taken with sophisticated equipment revealed no wear on its nylon rails in the receiver. A new Remington development, the rifle had been introduced a few months prior to Frye’s shooting exhibition, and it was called the Nylon 66. It was designed by Remington engineer Wayne Leek and his staff, who set out to create what he described as a maintenance-free, trouble-free, all but totally indestructible .22 rimfire rifle at an affordable price.

    https://www.rifleshootermag.com/editorial/remington-nylon66-rifles/494504

    • Snakepit Kansas April 16, 2024, 10:51 AM

      Those things have gotten kind of collectable. I shot one of my uncle’s 66 when I was a kid. At 12 a great uncle gave me a Colt Colteer 4-22. No serial number. Bluing is still 95%+. Great gun. I wouldn’t trade it for $10K.

  • ghostsniper April 15, 2024, 1:23 PM

    Ground Truth
    ============

    This is going to have enormous consequences if the neocons manage to drag the USA into WW3 over Ukraine and/or Israel on behalf of the MIC.

    WE WON’T GO!

    Even worse, if they attempt to conscript us or our sons, we’ll actively sabotage the neocons at every step to the point they give up on conscription. If they actively try to forcibly dragoon our sons into meatgrinder wars on behalf of the MIC, and to wipe out conservative white men, we will know which way to turn our guns and our skills. This time, the neocons who hate us can send the pink-haired tranny commusexuals from Berkeley and Harvard to fight their wars for the GAE.

    Matt Bracken

    ————-

    A much bigger problem, which Nikki Haley’s neocon ideology refuses to acknowledge, is that a generation of soldiers learned how little their gov’t cared for them – sending them off to die in wars the gov’t had zero plan for winning, and then ignoring those who came back with lifelong physical and mental scars. And that generation has little interest in encouraging its sons to give their lives to a gov’t which increasingly appears to hate them.

    Sean Davis

    https://westernrifleshooters.us/

  • azlibertarian April 15, 2024, 2:52 PM

    Robert Cray’s 1040 Blues*.

    * In truth, I don’t “hate” taxes. I understand that taxes are necessary to keep a functioning state, by which I believe that I benefit. What I hate are taxes wasted on inane projects (see Paul, Rand). What I really hate are progressive taxes. Taxes should be simple, deduction-free, and flat.

    • ghostsniper April 15, 2024, 5:48 PM

      Being forced to give someone money is theft.
      I have no problem with user fees.

  • Casey Klahn April 16, 2024, 11:59 AM

    Greetings, everyone. I had a period of what, for me, was almost work on my business-side. I hate work. Then, I had some small, very small health stuff with a dizzy head full of allergens, I guess. The doc prescribed one med – didn’t work. Then I took another thing on my own initiative and it worked, But, the doc gets his money anyway. My dizzyness is much less and I can return to being a mouth-off here at AD. Very sorry for my absence.

    Revolver was one of the first used albums I bought when I went to college. One of the singles from it was my first frisbee (my sister still hasn’t forgiven me). Revolver: my choice for a fun handgun (collection).

    Let’s see. Politics. Doods, WTF is the military industrial complex? It’s probably mis-labelled because government and bureaucracy are as much of a threat as the military or defense industry. The American voter put Biden in office, and now look at the fukt up shit we’ve gotten up to. Ike meant to warn American voters and citizens to harness the inevitably big forces we’d be needing as he spoke at that time in the middle of the Cold War. I’m mighty glad you all did up-arm the military I served under (Reagan). When you voted in Reagan, and later Trump, you did your best to keep the wolf outside the door.

    But please stop with everything’s the military industrial complex. That’s intellectual laziness. When Ike gave his warning, we were spending half of our GDP on defense against the USSR and to some extent Red China. Now, it’s about 20% of the GDP that goes into the military budget. Remember most of that budget is not for new toys, but it’s maintenance, sustainment and payroll. The MIC, so-called, is in a shrinkage mode.

    Casey’s back! With more contrarian shit to say. But you can’t change a leopard’s spots, neither. Cheers.

    • ghostsniper April 16, 2024, 2:19 PM

      As you know, the military budget didn’t get smaller, gov’t spending got bigger.
      MUCHO bigger, thus, even at 20% the military budget is 100 times more than it was in Ike’s day.

      I’d like to see ALL of the US ground soldiers placed strategically around the edges of entire continental US, call it perimeter guard.

      And, all US surface ships in a continuous 24/7 deployment up 1000 miles out on both ocean fronts.

      All US nuclear subs (boomers) would be continuously deployed out to 3000 miles.

      All US fighting planes would be in constant surveillance in the air at all US borders and out to 1000 miles.

      IOW, the entire US military system would be working directly for the US in such a way as to present an appearance bristling with ferocity such that no entity on the planet would dare consider fucking with the US in any shape or form.

      Oh, yeah, lose all that silly nonsense about DEI, racial quotas, gender retardation, etc. 90% of the military would be composed of peak performance aged males willing to put it all on the line with a compensation package that is commensurate.

      ALL of that would be paid for with a military budget that is 5% of the total gov’t budget, which would be 1% of what it is today. In other words, cut out ALL the bullshit, leaving nothing but rock hard muscle to the core.

      On Jan 20, starting at 8am, I would have all that in play by 9am.
      Then, I’d roll up my sleeves, pull on my boots, and get ready to spend the rest of the day kicking every ass in sight.

      “Gonna make this country the envy of the entire world, and all ne’er do wells everywhere will cower and bawl.”
      –gs, 2099

      • Casey Klahn April 16, 2024, 3:30 PM

        Although we can agree on much of what you’ve said, quibble I must on the numbers you gave. I was reporting not on what percentage of the fed budget the military takes, but on the percentage of the whole bleeding GDP. The military took fully half of every sawbuck earned in 1960 dollars; actually a smidge more than 50%. Not just the defense budget. Good lord, that’s a lot of money. BTW, Ike was selling it to the American people with that speech. It was the equivalent of saying: “I know it’s a crying ass shame, but the Soviets…” And then he was saying watch your ass, we’re spending the farm. Get everything right in the budget cuz Katie bar the door.

        NATO was asked to forfeit 2% (was it 3?) for military spending and now NATO is a powerhouse.

        WE currenlty spend, on beans, bullets, Joe’s paystub, new rifles, track grease, semi-conductors, research, jet fuel, artillery shells…about 20% of our GDP. Now in 2024 dollares, or in 1960 dollars, that’s a lot of beans. But, in output it shrank. Even Reagan did not spend the percentage that Ike was spending.

        Another meaning of the MIC is that it is believed that military industry has undue motivation and influence on congress, and a hell of a lobby. That may be true, and bears close scrutiny. Doesn’t mean that at 12 noon tomorrow, 5 asshats are getting off of the 3:10 train from Yuma and have the intention of killing ‘mericans. Defend forward some; defend at the line that will offer the most success. You don’t need to occupy every river crossing to defend them. Defend in Europe and Taiwan? Yes, if it creates deterrence.

        I’ll talk about Iran next time. They just screwed the pooch big time, and all I witnessed last weekend was the success of the Iron Dome (thank you, military industry, for that modern miracle).

        • Casey Klahn April 16, 2024, 3:42 PM

          As you were: ” 5 asshats are getting off of the 3:10 train” should read “aren’t’. IOW we defend against the inevitable attack from overseas. When you’re the law, or the fastest gun, someone will be coming after you.

          I expect a Hamas style attack in the US, for instance. Might be an October Surprise. Wouldn’t you imagine that would redound to Trump’s benefit? Shows a weak Biden, right? But who saw that American university kids, news media, dumbocrat congressmen, wine-sipping urban voters…would all be supporting Hamas right now? Hadji himself could sputter-plane out of the sun and torch up Times Square one October day and the Lefty crowd would be energized to vote for their democrat candidate. Because: Fuck Israel, and Fuck America.

          • ghostsniper April 16, 2024, 5:45 PM

            October surprise?
            Yes. Times 10.
            Hamas? Maybe.
            I expect stuff closer to home.
            Why?
            It’s cheaper and more accessible.
            Plus, all the enemies necessary are already inside the gates…..waiting.

            The US gov’t and all of it’s real responsibilities (reasons to exist) are so scattered now as to be non-existent.

            The citizens are on their own.

            Gauge your behavior accordingly.

      • Snakepit Kansas April 17, 2024, 4:56 AM

        Casey,
        I was about to call the FBI because I figured you got kidnapped, due to your absence. Then I pondered for a while and realized you would screw with your captors and go full Ransom of Redchief on them, or just plain break out and do your E&E thing. I knew you would be back, only hoped you had really good story with it as to why.

  • ghostsniper April 16, 2024, 2:40 PM

    (written in 2003 by kim)

    The Pussification Of The Western Male
    =====================================
    We have become a nation of women.

    It wasn’t always this way, of course. There was a time when men put their signatures to a document, knowing full well that this single act would result in their execution if captured, and in the forfeiture of their property to the State. Their wives and children would be turned out by the soldiers, and their farms and businesses most probably given to someone who didn’t sign the document.

    There was a time when men went to their certain death, with expressions like “You all can go to hell. I’m going to Texas.” (Davy Crockett, to the House of Representatives, before going to the Alamo.)

    There was a time when men went to war, sometimes against their own families, so that other men could be free. And there was a time when men went to war because we recognized evil when we saw it, and knew that it had to be stamped out.

    There was even a time when a President of the United States threatened to punch a man in the face and kick him in the balls, because the man had the temerity to say bad things about the President’s daughter’s singing.

    We’re not like that anymore.

    Now, little boys in grade school are suspended for playing cowboys and Indians, cops and crooks, and all the other familiar variations of “good guy vs. bad guy” that helped them learn, at an early age, what it was like to have decent men hunt you down, because you were a lawbreaker.

    Now, men are taught that violence is bad — that when a thief breaks into your house, or threatens you in the street, that the proper way to deal with this is to “give him what he wants”, instead of taking a horsewhip to the rascal or shooting him dead where he stands.

    Now, men’s fashion includes not a man dressed in a double-breasted suit, but a tight sweater worn by a man with breasts.

    Now, warning labels are indelibly etched into gun barrels, as though men have somehow forgotten that guns are dangerous things.

    Now, men are given Ritalin as little boys, so that their natural aggressiveness, curiosity and restlessness can be controlled, instead of nurtured and directed.

    And finally, our President, who happens to have been a qualified fighter pilot, lands on an aircraft carrier wearing a flight suit, and is immediately dismissed with words like “swaggering”, “macho” and the favorite epithet of Euro girly-men, “cowboy”. Of course he was bound to get that reaction — and most especially from the Press in Europe, because the process of male pussification Over There is almost complete.

    How did we get to this?

    In the first instance, what we have to understand is that America is first and foremost, a culture dominated by one figure: Mother. It wasn’t always so: there was a time when it was Father who ruled the home, worked at his job, and voted.

    But in the twentieth century, women became more and more involved in the body politic, and in industry, and in the media — and mostly, this has not been a good thing. When women got the vote, it was inevitable that government was going to become more powerful, more intrusive, and more “protective” (i.e. more coddling), because women are hard-wired to treasure security more than uncertainty and danger. It was therefore inevitable that their feminine influence on politics was going to emphasize (lowercase “s”) social security.

    I am aware of the fury that this statement is going to arouse, and I don’t care a fig.

    What I care about is the fact that since the beginning of the twentieth century, there has been a concerted campaign to denigrate men, to reduce them to figures of fun, and to render them impotent, figuratively speaking.

    I’m going to illustrate this by talking about TV, because TV is a reliable barometer of our culture.

    In the 1950s, the TV Dad was seen as the lovable goofball — perhaps the beginning of the trend — BUT he was still the one who brought home the bacon, and was the main source of discipline (think of the line: “Wait until your father gets home!”).

    From that, we went to this: the Cheerios TV ad.

    Now, for those who haven’t seen this piece of shit, I’m going to go over it, from memory, because it epitomizes everything I hate about the campaign to pussify men. The scene opens at the morning breakfast table, where the two kids are sitting with Dad at the table, while Mom prepares stuff on the kitchen counter. The dialogue goes something like this:

    Little girl (note, not little boy): Daddy, why do we eat Cheerios?
    Dad: Because they contain fiber, and all sorts of stuff that’s good for the heart. I eat it now, because of that.
    LG: Did you always eat stuff that was bad for your heart, Daddy?
    Dad (humorously): I did, until I met your mother.
    Mother (not humorously): Daddy did a lot of stupid things before he met your mother.

    Now, every time I see that TV ad, I have to be restrained from shooting the TV with a .45 Colt. If you want a microcosm of how men have become less than men, this is the perfect example.

    What Dad should have replied to Mommy’s little dig: “Yes, Sally, that’s true: I did do a lot of stupid things before I met your mother. I even slept with your Aunt Ruth a few times, before I met your mother.”

    That’s what I would have said, anyway, if my wife had ever attempted to castrate me in front of the kids like that.

    But that’s not what men do, of course. What this guy is going to do is smile ruefully, finish his cereal, and then go and fuck his secretary, who doesn’t try to cut his balls off on a daily basis. Then, when the affair is discovered, people are going to rally around the castrating bitch called his wife, and call him all sorts of names. He’ll lose custody of his kids, and they will be brought up by our ultimate modern-day figure of sympathy: The Single Mom.

    You know what? Some women deserve to be single moms.

    When I first started this website, I think my primary aim was to blow off steam at the stupidity of our society.

    Because I have fairly set views on what constitutes right and wrong, I have no difficulty in calling Bill Clinton, for example, a fucking liar and hypocrite.

    But most of all, I do this website because I love being a man. Amongst other things, I talk about guns, self-defense, politics, beautiful women, sports, warfare, hunting, and power tools — all the things that being a man entails. All this stuff gives me pleasure.

    And it doesn’t take much to see when all the things I love are being threatened: for instance, when Tim Allen’s excellent comedy routine on being a man is reduced to a fucking sitcom called Home Improvement. The show should have been called Man Improvement, because that’s what every single plotline entailed: turning a man into a “better” person, instead of just leaving him alone to work on restoring the vintage sports car in his garage. I stopped watching the show after about four episodes.

    (The Man Show was better, at least for the first season — men leering at chicks, men fucking around with ridiculous games like “pin the bra on the boobies”, men having beer-drinking competitions, and women bouncing on trampolines. Excellent stuff, only not strong enough. I don’t watch it anymore, either, because it’s plain that the idea has been subverted by girly-men, and turned into a parody of itself.)

    Finally, we come to the TV show which to my mind epitomizes everything bad about what we have become: Queer Eye For The Straight Guy. Playing on the homo Bravo Channel, this piece of excrement has taken over the popular culture by storm (and so far, the only counter has been the wonderful South Park episode which took it apart for the bullshit it is).

    I’m sorry, but the premise of the show nauseates me. A bunch of homosexuals trying to “improve” ordinary men into something “better” (i.e. more acceptable to women): changing the guy’s clothes, his home decor, his music — for fuck’s sake, what kind of girly-man would allow these simpering butt-bandits to change his life around?

    Yes, the men are, by and large, slobs. Big fucking deal. Last time I looked, that’s normal. Men are slobs, and that only changes when women try to civilize them by marriage. That’s the natural order of things.

    You know the definition of homosexual men we used in Chicago? “Men with small dogs who own very tidy apartments.”

    Real men, on the other hand, have big fucking mean-ass dogs: Rhodesian ridgebacks, bull terriers and Rottweilers, or else working dogs like pointers or retrievers which go hunting with them and slobber all over the furniture.

    Women own lapdogs.

    Which is why women are trying to get dog-fighting and cock-fighting banned — they’d ban boxing too, if they could — because it’s “mean and cruel”. No shit, Shirley. Hell, I hate the idea of fighting dogs too, but I don’t have a problem with men who do. Dogs and cocks fight. So do men. No wonder we have an affinity for it.

    My website has become fairly popular with men, and in the beginning, this really surprised me, because I didn’t think I was doing anything special.

    That’s not what I think now. I must have had well over five thousand men write to me to say stuff like “Yes! I agree! I was so angry when I read about [insert atrocity of choice], but I thought I was the only one.”

    No, you’re not alone, my friends, and nor am I.

    Out there, there is a huge number of men who are sick of it. We’re sick of being made figures of fun and ridicule; we’re sick of having girly-men like journalists, advertising agency execs and movie stars decide on “what is a man”; we’re sick of women treating us like children, and we’re really fucking sick of girly-men politicians who pander to women by passing an ever-increasing raft of Nanny laws and regulations (the legal equivalent of public-school Ritalin), which prevent us from hunting, racing our cars and motorcycles, smoking, flirting with women at the office, getting into fistfights over women, shooting criminals and doing all the fine things which being a man entails.

    When Annika Sorenstam was allowed to play in that tournament on the men’s PGA tour, all the men should have refused to play — Vijay Singh was the only one with balls to stand up for a principle, and he was absolutely excoriated for being a “chauvinist”. Bullshit. He wasn’t a chauvinist, he was being a man. All the rest of the players — Woods, Mickelson, the lot — are girls by comparison. And, needless to say, Vijay isn’t an American, nor a European, which is probably why he still has a pair hanging between his legs, and they’re not hanging on the wall as his wife’s trophy.

    Fuck this, I’m sick of it.

    I don’t see why I should put up with this bullshit any longer — hell, I don’t see why any man should put up with this bullshit any longer.

    I don’t see why men should have become feminized, except that we allowed it to happen — and you know why we let it happen? Because it’s damned easier to do so. Unfortunately, we’ve allowed it to go too far, and our maleness has become too pussified for words.

    At this point, I could have gone two ways: the first would be to say, “…and I don’t know if we’ll get it back. The process has become too entrenched, the cultural zeitgeist of men as girls has become part of the social fabric, and there’s not much we can do about it.”

    But I’m not going to do that. To quote John Belushi (who was, incidentally, a real man and not a fucking woman): “Did we quit when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?”

    Well, I’m not going to quit. Fuck that. One of the characteristics of the non-pussified man (and this should strike fear into the hearts of women and girly-men everywhere) is that he never quits just because the odds seem overwhelming. Omaha Beach, guys.

    I want a real man as President — not Al Gore, who had to hire a consultant to show him how to be an Alpha male, and french-kiss his wife on live TV to “prove” to the world that he was a man, when we all knew that real men don’t have to do that pathetic crap.

    And I want the Real Man President to surround himself with other Real Men, like Rumsfeld, and Ashcroft, and yes, Condi Rice (who is more of a Real Man than those asswipes Colin Powell and Norman Mineta).

    I want our government to be more like Dad — kind, helpful, but not afraid to punish us when we fuck up, instead of helping us excuse our actions.

    I want our government of real men to start rolling back the Nanny State, in all its horrible manifestations of over-protectiveness, intrusiveness and “Mommy Knows Best What’s Good For You” regulations.

    I want our culture to become more male — and not the satirical kind of male, like The Man Show, or the cartoonish figures of Stallone, Van Damme or Schwarzenegger. (Note to the Hollywood execs: We absolutely fucking loathe chick movies about feelings and relationships and all that feminine jive. We want more John Waynes, Robert Mitchums, Bruce Willises, and Clint Eastwoods. Never mind that it’s simplistic — we like simple, we are simple, we are men — our lives are uncomplicated, and we like it that way. We Were Soldiers was a great movie, and you know why? Because you could have cut out all the female parts and it still would have been a great movie, because it was about Real Men. Try cutting out all the female parts in a Woody Allen movie; you’d end up with the opening and closing credits.)

    I want our literature to become more male, less female. Men shouldn’t buy “self-help” books unless the subject matter is car maintenance, golf swing improvement or how to disassemble a fucking Browning BAR. We don’t improve ourselves, we improve our stuff.

    And finally, I want men everywhere to going back to being Real Men. To open doors for women, to drive fast cars, to smoke cigars after a meal, to get drunk occasionally and, in the words of the late Col. Jeff Cooper, one of the last of the Real Men: “To ride, shoot straight, and speak the truth.”

    In every sense of the word. We know what the word “is” means.

    Because that’s all that being a Real Man involves. You don’t have to become a fucking cartoon male, either: I’m not going back to stoning women for adultery like those Muslim assholes do, nor am I suggesting we support that perversion of being a Real Man, gangsta rap artists (those fucking pussies — they wouldn’t last thirty seconds against a couple of genuine tough guys that I know).

    Speaking of rap music, do you want to know why more White boys buy that crap than Black boys do? You know why date rape is supposedly such a problem on college campuses*? Why binge drinking is a problem among college freshmen?

    It’s a reaction: a reaction against being pussified. And I understand it, completely. Young males are aggressive, they do fight amongst themselves, they are destructive, and all this does happen for a purpose.

    Because only the strong men propagate.

    And women know it. You want to know why I know this to be true? Because powerful men still attract women. Women, even liberal women, swooned over George Bush in a naval aviator’s uniform. Donald Trump still gets access to some of the most beautiful pussy available, despite looking like a medieval gargoyle. Donald Rumsfeld, if he wanted to, could fuck 90% of all women over 50 if he wanted to, and a goodly portion of younger ones too.

    And he won’t. Because Rummy’s been married to the same woman for fifty years, and he wouldn’t toss that away for a quickie. He’s a Real Man. No wonder the Euros hate and fear him.

    We?d better get more like him, we’d better become more like him, because if we don’t, men will become a footnote to history.

    – 0 –

    *since debunked as bullshit, based on crap statistics

    https://www.kimdutoit.com/2017/03/24/after-the-pussification/

    After The Pussification

    For those who’ve been living on another planet for the past two decades, I once wrote a screed called The Pussification Of The Western Male, which took about an hour to write and was a stream-of-consciousness rant against the demeaning of men in Western society. The piece garnered an immediate and voluminous online response (thank you, Insty), caused my host’s (website and email) servers to crash and necessitated finding a new host because they kicked me off. The responses I got in the mail — I didn’t allow comments at that stage — were interesting. A large number, of course, were vituperative squeals from feministicals and their girlymen cohorts, and included death threats and threats of violence against me and my family. (Most of those disappeared when I responded to them by email with my home address, and an invitation to take their best shot — and to bring a gun, because I surely would.) All sorts of liberal websites climbed on, garnering me awards such as “Worst Blogger On The Internet” (although, upon recollection, that award may have been for Let Africa Sink, another crowd-pleaser).

    Almost all the hysteria was pure projection, for example: “He wants men to go back to being cavemen!” when even a cursory reading of the essay would have noted that I wanted precisely the opposite.

    Another example: “OMG! He wants to take the vote away from womyns!” when all I actually wrote was that giving the vote to women may not necessarily have been a Good Idea because since that time, government has become increasingly nanny-ish and intrusive (which is true in almost every country in the world, and not just in the United States). I even offered a reward of $10,000 to anyone who could find — anywhere in my writings, not just in Pussification — an instance where I’d actually advocated disenfranchising women. Crickets.

    What was also interesting was that I got several thousands of emails from men who agreed with me — and well over five hundred from women who likewise felt the same and were either married to Real Men themselves, or who wanted real men to come back.

    What I didn’t write in the essay, and should have, was to predict that if men continued to be marginalized, they would eventually quit the game altogether — because men, accustomed to playing competitively, have a keen sense when the rules of the game are tilted against them and just quit as a result. In modern-day parlance, this would be the Men Going Their Own Way (MGTOW) movement. Here’s an old joke about just that:

    Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl “Will you marry me?” The girl said, “NO!” And the guy rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and Scotch and had tons of money in the bank and slept with lots of different women and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted and lived happily ever after.

    The End.

    I also didn’t predict — because, as I said, I wrote the piece in an hour and didn’t think through the process — that men would start using the outcome of feminism to their own advantage: that if women were entitled to be like men and have casual sex like men, then men could take advantage of that mindset and design a process to make the whole thing a lot easier (because men build systems; it’s what we do). Thus the Pick-Up Artist (PUA) movement, which basically teaches Beta men how to simulate being Alpha and score with women. (Alpha men already know how to seduce women, and don’t need to have it systemized and codified.) Here’s an example of how a PUA turns a situation around:

    She: “You’re not my type.”
    He: “You’re not my type either. But you’ll have to do until someone thinner comes along.”

    It’s a masterpiece: using a prime part of female negative self-image (all women think they’re overweight, regardless of actual tonnage) to throw her off-balance and make her vulnerable to his next approach. Another classic, this time in a debate or argument:

    She: A man shouldn’t date a woman for over a year without making some kind of commitment.
    He: I guess I missed the memo that gave you the power to decide how I should act.

    At some point, of course, men were bound to rebel against this crappy status quo; my little rant was just a precursor to the reaction. (Note that I’m not claiming any kind of authorship of, or responsibility for that rebellion — I’m not that big-headed. But I think that my rage was indicative of what was to follow.) And if those feminists and liberal girlymen had listened to what I was actually saying and not projected all their silliness onto my words, they would not have been at all surprised by situations like GamerGate, Sad Puppies, the alt-Right (an interesting take on the last can be found here), and the like.

    There was also bound to be a reaction against political correctness as well as to the pussification of men — the two are linked, albeit tenuously at times. It seems clear, however, that the liberal establishment (which included feminists and academia) were blinded by their own arrogance and feelings of moral superiority. Well, guess what? Not everyone was going to submit to their little control-freak games, and now we have an interesting cultural polarization which rivals the political polarization. It’s the same phenomenon: don’t minimize me and set me apart, then complain when I create my own rules for my own game. When the rules are tilted and people feel slighted, they are inevitably going to withdraw from the process, whether it’s Brexit, MGTOW or electing Donald Trump as President.

    (For those who are curious to see what all the fuss was about, I’ve re-published Pussification under the fold. Bear in mind that this was published in 2003 so many of the references are pretty dated by now, but the main thrust of the argument is still relevant today. And by the way: I’d also like to thank all those assholes out there who published the piece in its entirety without my consent and despite my complaints / requests to desist, and who even bowdlerized the fucking thing so as not to offend the tender sensibilities of their few readers. Did I already mention they were assholes?)

    https://www.kimdutoit.com/

  • DT April 16, 2024, 4:39 PM

    If my memory doesn’t fail me (for a change), the original album cover was of the boys surrounded by a bunch of “dead” bloody dolls posed as babies.

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