Tag: gender relations

TBT^16: Reclaim the Rainbow

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It seems that last year’s trend of major corporations downplaying gayness is continuing.  Yes, a recent iPhone iOS update mentioned including a “Pride” background or wallpaper or some such nonsense, and I’m sure all of my phone’s apps will turn into rainbows until July, but the more blatant and outrageous stuff seems less prevalent.

As I noted last year, I could be wrong, but the general tenor of the times have changed.  The essential problem with all of corporate America and our governments celebrating homosexuality is that, eventually, all of these people will die off.  You’re already engaging in a form of behavior that makes procreation impossible, and even the heterosexual fellow travelers (“allies”) are pumping themselves full of birth control and/or anti-human ideology.  The demographic reality favors religious traditionalists, not men in assless chaps engaging in buggery.

I don’t think that demographic implosion has occurred yet, but maybe we’re witnessing the beginnings of it.  In twenty years, I would not be surprised if Target quietly pulled all “Pride” celebrations and began marketing baby diapers to conservative Christians aggressively.

Regardless, let’s pray for all of those lost in the quagmire of sin; we’re there, but Christ Redeems and Saves—even the guys in assless chaps.

With that, here is 6 June 2024’s “TBT^4: Reclaim the Rainbow“:

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Kick Out the Cat Ladies

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Regular readers will know I have a strong, even pathological, anti-femite streak.  It’s perhaps ironic, as many of my readers are women, and I actually find most women quite charming and pleasant company.  That said, I can’t ignore how terrible things tend to go when women are in charge of anything more substantial than the local church bake sale or the PTA.

With the notable exceptions—and I have to mention them because women in particular don’t seem to understand the concept of “generalization“—women are not really suited for politics, governance, management, etc.  What they do really well, however, is act as the social glue that binds a community together.  Again, if you want your church bake sale to be a success or your PTA to hound delusional administrators, women are your best option.

If you want to direct grand strategy and pursue a sane domestic policy, leave it to the men.  Women in politics seem to boil down to “kill babies, give me free stuff!”  It was Republican women in South Carolina, for example, who blocked a total abortion ban in my State; all three of them were booted from the South Carolina Senate in their primary elections, leaving our State Senate blessedly free of female meddling.

Lately there’s been some hubbub over J.D. Vance’s past comments about women, particularly his claim that our country is being run by “childless cat ladies” and the “childless Left.”  National Review, the bastion of fake conservative handwringers, fumed simpishly over Vance’s comments, while not exactly addressing the substance of what he said.  After all, Vance said the unpopular part out loud—the cat ladies “are miserable in their own lives and the choices they’ve made, and so they want to make the rest of the country miserable, too.”

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SubscribeStar Saturday: Cruel Christian Women

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I’m officially announcing my retirement from an ill-fated career of attempting to date single Christian women over 30.  I gave it my best shot, but this demographic consists of some of the most broken, spiritually confused, and cruel people I have ever encountered.

To be clear:  “not all Christian women over 30 are like that”; indeed, the ones that have been married and have kids are ironically among the best of that group.  After all, they’ve fulfilled their God-Given function:  they’ve birthed and reared children.  Something snaps in most women if they haven’t given birth by 30 or 35; they truly become unhinged, and it manifests itself in a number of unpleasant ways.

But childless “Christian” women over thirty are particularly awful.  Here is the pattern I’ve noticed:

  • Woman spends her twenties riding The Carousel
  • Woman experiences major conversion or reversion experience right as she is hitting The Wall and her sexual marketplace value (SMV) is starting to crater
  • Woman’s newfound “faith”—and plenty of man-bashing/woman-affirming pastors—convinces woman that she is a “pearl of great price” (which doesn’t even make sense biblically) or “more precious than rubies,” giving her an inflated sense of her value in the dating pool
  • Woman demands wealthy, physically fit, tall, aggressively-masculine-but-gentle-as-a-lamb man with the desert-sculpted physique of Jesus on the Cross because she’s a “holy princess” or some such nonsense
  • Woman brutally critiques any weaknesses or shortcomings in a potential partner and justifies it as helpful honesty and as a “guarding her heart“
  • Woman likely still sleeps around with Chads, chalking it up to “struggling with her faith”; woman continues to reject decent, normal Christian men
  • Woman occasionally develops a weird, Christian-adjacent mutation, such as being too interested in Judaism or insisting on only eating “organic” foods; this mutation becomes the centerpiece of her personality and she demands total adherence to it as a qualification, not understanding things like “compromise” and “reasonableness” exist

The delusion among this demographic is through the roof.  Instead of their alleged “faith” encouraging introspection, humility, and gratitude, it manifests itself as a perverted sense of self-worth.

The Blood of Jesus Washes away our sins, but it does not make us sexier.

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SubscribeStar Saturday: Cold Approaching

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Regular readers will know that yours portly is back on the prowl, a lonely hunter stalking the forgotten byways of twenty-first-century romance like a sleek panther ready to pounce upon an unsuspecting gazelle.

This time around I’m very much taking the approach that dating should be fun, and not something to be rushed.  Despite some of my anti-femite proclamations, I very much enjoy the company of women.  Yes, some of them are insufferable, and their blather about inconsequential trivialities—and their refusal to take proactive steps to improve their lives and situations—is mind-numbing.  But having a good meal with an attractive and interesting woman is a pastime I relish.  My general thought process these days is that, even if nothing comes of a date, it will at least have been a couple of hours of interesting conversation and delicious food.

That attitude has been somewhat liberating.  Yes, I’d love to meet a good woman to wife up, but if that doesn’t happen, no big deal.  With that outcome-independence—not investing emotionally or otherwise in the outcome of any given date or interaction—I have newfound confidence.

With that confidence I’ve been engaging in a challenging but very rewarding bout of cold approaching.

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TBT^4: Reclaim the Rainbow

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Perhaps it is my own ignorance of worldly affairs, but it feels like the gay stuff has been toned down dramatically this June.  After many years of insufferable degeneracy masquerading as “tolerance,” the “pride” people went too far, and people who didn’t want their kids stuffing dollar bills into gay men’s leather thongs or getting secret gender reassignment surgery through their local elementary school’s guidance office rose up and fought back—by withholding their spending.

Conservative efforts at boycotts have always been iffy, but now they actually seem to be working.  Target saw a substantial reduction in its business after displaying kid’s clothing that came equipped with wiener-tucking compartments for all those “trans” kids out there.  Budweiser—the most American beer, perhaps the most American product, period, after maybe the Ford F-150 and Levi’s—lost so much market share that Modelo—a Mexican beer company!—dethroned it as the king of beers.  In this case, I don’t think you can chalk that up to mass Mexican immigration.

Of course, I could be wrong.  In spite of these clear messages that most Americans don’t want to be forced to “celebrate” a tiny minority’s sexual peccadilloes, I suspect that we’re going to keep having public homosexual erotica thrust into our faces (perhaps quite literally) whether we like it or not.

All the more reason, then, to reclaim the rainbow.  What was once a symbol of God’s Promise to Moses—and, thereby, humanity at large—has been co-opted to represent the government’s promise to emasculate and depopulate all of us.

With that, here is 22 June 2023’s “TBT^2: Reclaim the Rainbow“:

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Monday Morning Movie Review: History of Evil (2024)

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Political allegory is a tricky thing.  For every 1984 or They Live (1988), there are thousands of crappy, one-dimensional morality tales.  It takes seriously talented, subtle writers to pull it off, regardless of the medium.  It takes a hack to write an annoying screed that preaches at the audience.

In modern film, the screeching moralizing typically takes the form of putting woke buzzwords into the mouths of characters in iconic franchises.  No one will ever forget (or forgive) bitter diversity characters like Rose Tico, the character perhaps most synonymous with Rian Johnson‘s obliteration of Star Wars as a profitable franchise.  Brie Larson’s turn as Captain Marvel (2019) did much to sour audiences on what was once the unstoppable juggernaut of Marvel Studios.

At least one could argue (albeit, I think, incorrectly) that those films were essentially apolitical summer blockbuster fodder, with few DIE hires tossed into the writers’ rooms to throw in “The Message” for “modern audiences,” to borrow parlance from The Critical Drinker.  I think they were intentional subversions of classic heroic archetypes, but what do I know?  I’m just a hardworking chump with alleged “privilege.”

I digress—even if one could make that argument about the aforementioned films, it is significantly harder to make about a great deal of modern, socially-conscious horror flicks.  It’s always ladled on thick (almost every horror film made in the West—and every single horror film made in Sweden—features a lesbian relationship), and it’s always very clear that White Men Are Bad, or that Orange Man Bad.

History of Evil (2024) takes that trend to its logical conclusion, and throws out any sense of allegory or metaphor.  The entire film is an extended riff on the basic premise that all white, male characters are villains (even the one that seems good) and all brown, female characters are heroes.

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SubscribeStar Saturday: Behind Every Great Man

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We’ve all heard the expression “behind every great man, there’s a great woman,” or some permutation of it (my personal favorite is Groucho Marx‘s:  “behind every successful man is a woman, behind her is his wife”).  It’s a familiar expression because it’s generally true, even if not quite as universal as the word “every” suggests.

Just as a bad woman can lead to a man’s swift downfall—or, worse yet, years of misery and then a swift downfall—a good woman can support a man through his trials, and even make him king.

Such was the case of Margaret Beaufort, who, through a combination of skill, diplomacy, wealth, and mother love, guided her son Henry through the complicated and dangerous War of the Roses to emerge as King Henry VII, the first monarch of the Tudor Dynasty.

Her bravery, tenacity, and sheer luck safeguarded her son through a lengthy exile, and ultimately to the height of power.  Her grandson, Henry VIII, would become the most powerful English monarch of his age, so much so that modern historians frequently regard him as a tyrant.

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SubscribeStar Saturday: Floozy Report

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As yours portly edges ever closer to forty, something interesting has happened:  I have suddenly—apparently!—become irresistible to the ladies.

I am as mystified as you, my dear readers.  All I can figure is all the babes have finished riding The Carousel in their twenties and find a chubby, tall, financially stable beta male an attractive prospect.

The point of this piece, however, is not to brag about my sudden abundance of single ladies in their early-to-mid-thirties hankering for some doughy man-meat.  Rather, it’s to document the state of the dating world today, and to identify for the curious reader the types of women that find themselves—like yours portly—cruising dating apps for a chance at love.

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Open Mic Adventures XXXIX: “(I’m in the) Business of Love)”

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After a brief hiatus, I’m back with more tasty jams.  I’ve dedicated this summer’s open mic excursions to performing my “deep cuts,” which is a bit of a misnomer, as most of these tunes have never been “cut” to  a recording at all!  Fortunately, I need constant content to feed the insatiable appetite of the YouTube beast, so it gives me a good excuse to play these forgotten pieces.

I wrote “(I’m in the) Business of Love” back on 7 February 2019, one week out from Valentine’s Day.  The song is about the woes of a “beta male provider” who is just looking for a little “transactional romance.” Is there any topic more tragically postmodern than that of the “nice guy” finishing dead last in the reproductive sweepstakes? This song is a humorous exploration of that phenomenon.

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