Sunday, May 22, 2016

"Empowering" is the Word Whores Use to Write Off Their Questionable Behavior

Empowering is a term that, today, is abused as regularly as the battered women who use it. I've been called logical and blunt by some, sexist and misogynistic by others. Bearing that mind, take a ticket, get in line, and feel free to agree (or disagree) with me at your own accord in the comments, because I don't give a fuck. I'm not hating on actual rights issues actual feminists take up (like stopping all the rape going down in European countries, sex slave trade, archaic religious doctrines that treat women as second class citizens, female circumcision) so don't get it twisted. I'm hating on the other feminists, the bandwagon jumpers...the third wave feminists, the ones who use feminist ideology and twist it to engage in whatever immature, selfish behavior they have without any consequences. 
  
I'm talking about your free bleeders, your Tumblr activists, your typical "#ShoutYourStatus because I'm proud to have syphilis" whores who literally use the word "empowered" to excuse their moralless, slutty behavior. Spreading your legs is not empowering, it's spreading your legs. If you were paralyzed and slowly regained the ability to walk again, then yea, spreading your legs would be empowering. Otherwise, there's nothing "empowering" about sex for either gender.
 



(And yes, I most definitely said EITHER GENDER. As in, male or female. I assume people who make up a new word to describe their gender don't fuck. If you're some gender-fluid asshole you'll likely only get to finger fucking before being 'triggered' and feeling the need to pull the respective limbs appendages from their respective holes and orifices so you can jump on the internet and immediately blog about your traumatizing experience.) 
   
Back to the point at hand - the misappropriation of the word empowering. I enjoy sex too, but I don't think I deserve a medal after a drunken 3 and a half hour tumble in the sheets. (A sandwich would be nice, sure. But then, usually I'm the one who cooks after sex because #YesAllBasicCookingSkills. I like cooking for a lady after I use her head to make dents in my wall and she uses my back to dull her fingernails.)

Basically all I'm saying is
, the people who wave a freak flag of promiscuity like it's some sort of accomplishment other than serving selfish desires are delusional.
 
When a woman gets cock, that isn't empowering - it's as easy as snapping her fingers and pulling her panties down. When a man gets pussy, that isn't empowering either - it takes a lot more effort for the man to get laid, sure, but it still isn't empowering. It just shows he has good social skills. (Or a fat wallet. (Or some sort of fame and notoriety.))
   
I'm not shaming the act of sex. I'm shaming the people who act like it's some sort of bold statement against authority, I'm shaming the sisters who think they're making a difference in the world every time they give a new dude off Tinder syphilis, or the Chads, Chets, and Brents who have no hobby outside of crushing pussy. Stop glorifying yourselve as gods and goddesses, stop putting yourselves on unwarranted pedestals. Unless you're intentionally procreating, sex can never be 'empowering,' and the more 'empowering' you think it is, the bigger the chance is you are just a selfish whore or prick that's too slutty to commit to one person.
  
Again, have all the sex you want, I am not gonna judge you as long as you aren't manipulating people or spreading STDs. Unfortunately, a lot of dating these days is just a series of long-cons and manipulative tactics. DENNIS System was far more accurate than we could have ever dreamed, so expecting people not to be manipulative is a stretch for females and males alike. It's rough out there. But don't act like you're some sort of martyr for a cause because you're fulfilling a biological urge. I don't find it 'empowering' when I cook myself a bagel and spread some cream cheese on it. I'm serving the biological urge of eating. But this rant didn't come out of nowhere. I didn't get turned down on a date or something, I read a news article that had me scratching my head. Picture this scenario.
  
A man cheats on his wife with her younger sister. The marriage ends in divorce, and the courts award the husband half of the wife's stuff. She is then required to pay alimony until both of their children graduate high school. She is devastated mentally and financially, but continues working 40+ hour weeks despite her sorrow and takes it on the nose.
Meanwhile, the ex husband decides to throw a "Divorce" party. He gets a cake with a decapitated bride on top of it. His buddies all come over, everyone gets completely smashed and does a bunch of cocaine, Donnie has some qualudes saved from the 70's, and Jim brings over a bunch of escorts to dole out handies and blowjobs to the guys. The ex-husband takes a liking to one of the escorts, so he hires her to stay around for 3 months as his personal sex toy, wearing nothing but a sexy maids outfit and torn lingerie.
  
People would be outraged. He would be publicly mocked for his behavior, even if he tried to keep it a secret. But that was actually a real story, only I reversed the genders.
 
  
Now here's the big difference between men and women. That scenario I described above may very well happen. Usually it'd be a bit less excessive - guy and friends go to strip club, get lap dances, MAYBE cop a handjob or blowie in the VIP lounge. If he has enough cocaine, sure, why not bring a stripper home to fool around with? Maybe she'll even stick around as a fuck bud for a while. But the difference is, the guy won't get a news story calling his actions "empowering." Because they weren't. They were self-serving ways of mourning the end of his marriage.
 
When Nicole Blewett keeps herself a sex butler for 3 months, she gets a story in the Daily Mail. Her friends are probably all like "You go girl!" and "Girl power!" as if she's doing something admirable. In contrast, after the guy shakes off his hangover the next day, he'll go to work and talk shit with his work buddies, but it's self-deprecating. And it's the only validation he'd need - his telling his close friends and work buddies. It's "Heh heh, I'm still fucking that stripper from the party," vs. "I had sex and I deserve a news article!"
 
You're not empowered, you're a slut due to the fact that you let a news publication run that story so you could soak in the adoration and attention of other sluts that lack the self-awareness to realize your TWO CHILDREN probably shouldn't be seeing viral articles about "mommy's 3 month sex butler."

You're only a classless broad when you romanticize the classless acts. If you still feel a bit of guilt after said classless acts, you aren't a slut. Simple enough equation, right?

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Tour is Over. Lay Down and Rot.

A young boy wearing shorts is fidgeting in line at the Dollar Store, his inattentive mom taking a Snapchat and ignoring him as she waits to purchase $1 makeup products. He tries to get her attention, but she is preoccupied - she desperately needs to upload this latest selfie for validation from strangers, ironically to compensate for the lack of attention her parents gave her. And now....she does the same to her son. Who just needs to shit. But alas, it is too late, as the toddler squeezes out a turd right out of his shorts, the fecal torpedo falling upon the dirty Dollar Store with a sickening plop....and no one even notices.
 
Everyone is so apathetic, they see this toddler straight up get schwifty and take a shit on the floor.....and they don't even bat an eyelash. Not a single brow is furrowed, never mind any attempt made to correct the behavior of the unruly child or his inattentive mother. Consumerist zombies, casualties of a decaying culture literally drenched in societal mediocrity much like a whore is drenched in buckets of cum during the money shot of an interracial cuckold gangbang fetish video.

Where do inattentive parents lead us, America? They lead us to furries. And it's not even just furries. This young generation is truly fucked. If it isn't furries it's bronies, or Sonic the Hedgehog fanatics, or Homestuck faggots, or Minecraft autists, or Adventure Time nut huggers. So many different autistic pursuits for young adults to throw their lives away over, in lieu of developing social skills or harvesting skills in applicable hobbies such as learning an instrument, or becoming a 5 star chef, or literally anything other than niche fandoms that rob a person of their very individuality. You know it's bad when these strange niche's become sexualized. People putting pocket pussies in My Little Pony dolls, wearing fur suits with sex zippers...the decadence of culture is much uglier than one could have ever fathomed.

If the autism doesn't get 'em, then it's the social justice crusade. A bunch of genderqueer, genderfluid, social justice warrior princess, civil rights, crybaby generation phaggots skipping around, finding offense in the most mundane of things. Literally vying as hard as they can to leech a personality off of whatever trendy cause crops up on their Tumblr feed that month. Mothafukas literally identifying as a different race or species because they are too uncomfortable in their own skin to form their own personality so they wear a hollow mask to hide their shallow husk of a soul, every single ounce of original thought beaten out of them by the cuckold mainstream media damning them for their own natural animal instincts.
 
Tour is over. Last call, America. LDAR.

Friday, April 29, 2016

White People With Dreads?! Oh My!

I am white. I have dreadlocks. Apparently this proves problematic for quite a few people. But ya know what? Good. I hope it really rustles the jimmies of these brain dead bigots, knowing my locks are both sexier and more badass than the pitiful Coolio locks they're trying to rock. I bet you limp wristed pieces of shit sat in a chair and had them formed over the course of a 3 hour appointment. Mine didn't.

My dreadlocks were forged on the fields of hedonistic battle. In early 2008, I shaved my head. And from that point on I decided I'd just let that shit grow however the fuck it wanted to. Traveling up and down the east coast, taking psychedelics from strangers and fucking mysterious hippie chicks in my tent at festivals, playing 3 sets at a single festival and jumping in as a guest guitar on other sets. Sleeping in the back seat of my car, on the couch at a band mates house, on uncomfortably rocky ground atop a cheap sleeping bag in a $30 Walmart tent in the mugginess of an upstate New York summer...these dreads formed on their own accord. They had a mind of their own. And if you think my hair knotting into badass chunks is somehow diminishing from YOUR culture....you can fuck yourself.

Tell you what...I'll lob off my biggest dreadlock and let you use that to fuck yourself with. I'm sure it's a chunkier, more earnest dreadlock than any of the ones hanging off your thick, bigoted skull.
How are dreadlocks a racial thing? How are they a cultural thing? There is no way to accurately pinpoint the first instance of dreadlocks throughout humanity, and even if there was.......would it matter what color their skin was? Not in the slightest.
If dreadlocks were a predominantly CAUCASIAN hair style, there is absolutely no way I'd feel obligated to shame any other race for deciding to rock the locks. (Or deciding to neglect brushing their hair and living a monotonous, predictable life.) Hair will lock, it will knot, and some times you'll get badass clumps of dead hair that can be used as utility holsters. Two of my dreads split in the middle into nooses. I've got a post-birth abortion noose on the left side of my head and a kitten noose on the right. One of my fatter dreads has a claw off of it that can be used to snort powdered substances (and flick a clitoris numb) and another has a dagger like end point that could fend off muggers, even if they're a Vampire. (Silver claw, motha fucka.)
 All you salty pieces of shit trying to convince yourselves dreadlocks are a cultural thing and not just a result of neglecting ones hair need a reality check. How about you suck my fattest dread and cup the roots as if they were my giant balls?

Eat the Rich

The richest rich people that make other rich people look middle class literally OWN YOU. The battle of the sexes, the race wars, the religious battles, political affiliations...it's all just social conditioning specifically designed to distract everyone from the fight that actually matters, the class war, the elites vs. their underlings - the underlings who make up most of society.
Anyone that whines and bitches about people being too lazy and entitled and shit are just ignorant of the current state of society. Everyone lives life thinking it should require 40+ hour work weeks (with 2 weeks vacation over the course of a year, maybe 1 month maternal leave). Everyone ponies up and pays big bucks for health insurance and car insurance and death insurance. Yet at this point, it's all unnecessary. 

Machines and modern technology make the 40 hour work week unnecessary. It's an obsolete, dated concept. The country wouldn't die and flip belly-up if we started requiring less of people - not that you're supposed to know that. But seriously, maybe 20 hour work weeks - max. And everything would run fine. But the problem is, over the years everything has gone up in price - besides the price of someones time. So 20 hour work weeks aren't enough to get by. The greed of the powerful fucks us all over. Because as I said earlier, at this point - due to modern technology - we're leaps and bounds more proficient as a species at surviving.

Wages basically stay stagnant. There's too many people and too few people in power. So the rampant greed and hoarding of wealth by a few fucks the needs and living quality of everyone else. Every single corporation with deep pockets will intentionally find reasons to raise the prices of their products and services - but cling to decades old reasoning to keep the wages stagnant, only going up when the minimum wage makes them raise the amount they pay their employees.

It's all a scam. The 40 hour work week is indentured servitude. Slavery still exists - we're all slaves and the master is debt. And I LIKE working. A hard days work of manual labor feels just like a good workout. But at the same time, I don't like busting my ass for pennies and to be disrespected by the smarmy manager who was a shit worker and only got to his position of authority through being a cutthroat that ratted on his coworkers for smoking a joint on break. Pay attention and you'll notice who climbs the societal ladder the fastest these days - it isn't the hard workers, it's the sociopaths who manipulate everyone around them. The backstabbers, the kiss asses, the liars.

Our parents could afford mortgages and car payments on minimum wage, with a full-time, 40 hour work week. Nowadays it's difficult to keep yourself fed and pay rent on minimum wage, never mind start a life. And those 40 hour work weeks changed to 39 hour and 58 minute work weeks. Notice how EVERY company frowns upon overtime? They don't WANT to pay employees over time. They don't WANT to give people time and a half on holidays or past midnight. They're greedy fucking shitheads who can never have enough. CEO's are by and large bloated, greedy shit heads that can't give their employees a livable working wage but give themselves $100,000 Christmas bonuses.

Fuck society, and fuck anyone who actually hates on the poor and lower class and looks at them as the enemy. "Oh no, they're getting food stamps off of my tax dollars!" Well think about this, jackass, who the fuck is taking your taxes to give to them in the first place? And why would you prefer your taxes go to bombing brown people overseas? I prefer my taxes to go to feeding the brown people here, even if they doggie paddled across the Rio Grande. Because fuck America, fuck patriotism, fuck nationalism. It's all a bunch of horse shit. And doggie paddling across the Rio Grande is pretty impressive.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Troll Hunting 18: Nirvana Fans

Nirvana fans sure are easy to rile up. They actually care that Bieber wore a Nirvana shirt? Who gives a fuck? I'm an Iron Maiden fan, and I'd definitely rip the Iron Maiden shirt right off Lady Gaga and fuck the shit out of her.