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Vox Day: "Feminism is a Satanic, anti-Christian, anti-reason, anti-science ideology that destroys literally everything it touches and everyone who embraces it."

Man protecting himself from the evils of feminism
Man protecting himself from the evils of feminism

Oh dear. Fantasy author and garbage person Vox Day is having one of those (vox) days, and has decided to take it out on, you guessed it, feminism, pounding out an overwrought little rant on his Alpha Game blog.

Never give feminists an inch. Don’t agree with them, don’t tolerate them, show them no mercy whatsoever. Feminism is a Satanic, anti-Christian, anti-reason, anti-science ideology that destroys literally everything it touches and everyone who embraces it.

Wow. He’s so mad he’s practically plagiarizing Pat Robertson’s famous quote about feminism being “a socialist, anti-family political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.” I’m not sure how Vox managed to forget the lesbian witchcraft angle.

Reject it and its adherents the way you would reject someone offering you plutonium on their bare hands; to accept it is to begin to die a slow and painful death.

Might I offer you some notes, Vox? This bit seems a little understated. I mean, the plutonium thing is pretty good, but a person handing you plutonium isn’t anywhere near as scary as having, say, a bear do it. Or a shark. Or a bear-shark. Or a bear-sharknado.

The problem isn’t merely that feminists are ugly and hateful, or that their ideology is incoherent and deluded, but that by mere toleration of them, through mere intellectual contact with it, you are permitting your life to be infected and degraded.

Clearly Vox, a dude who clings to memories of his D-list celebrity as a former member of an angsty dance band two decades ago, and who devotes much of his life to pounding out hateful and unintentionally self-parodic rants on the internet, offers us the very model of a healthy and happy life well-lived.

Reject all of it. Reject their appeals to equality. Reject their pretense to intellectual standing. And most of all, personally reject all of those who subscribe to it in any way, shape, or form. Any man who calls himself a feminist is ideologically transgender and mentally unstable.

Ideologically transgender? Wow. He’s come up with an even more obnoxious way to call someone a “mangina.”

Vox, you’re so cute when you’re angry!

And by cute I mean a you’re a pathetic, hateful, disgusting excuse for a human being.

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proxieme
proxieme
7 years ago

Re: “Ah! I’ve forgotten about a class and it’s the end of the semester!”: I’ve had that exact one.

Re: lucid dreams: Whenever I realize that I’m dreaming while dreaming, I try to do whatever I want but can’t.
I’m sure some psychoanalyst could have a field day with that.

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

I’ve never had a “I’ve forgotten to go to that class all semester” dream, but I have had a “what do you mean those patients were on my assignment, too?” dream. In that dream, I only find out that I was supposed to be looking after those people all shift when I am giving report to the next shift.

@ Falconer – the Macguffin mocks us all, sleeping or waking! 😛

sunnysombrera
7 years ago

I’ve been having dreams recently where I’m involved in a club or group and everyone goes off to do something really really cool, but for whatever reason I’m left out. For example, I had a dream that I was part of a large air force squadron, and everyone went up in their air with their planes by mine was broken and stayed on the ground. For the rest of the dream I was running around like a maniac looking for a plane that could stay off the ground for more than a minute while everyone else was rocketing around above the clouds. And yet in these dreams there’s always something I can blame myself for eg. getting to the airfield last and being left with the crappy plane.

Policy of Madness
Policy of Madness
7 years ago

There is a recurring motif in my dreams that reappears in many dream contexts. It’s that if I can center myself, and get into a very zen mental state and shut out everything that is happening at that moment, I can close my eyes and then open them again and be somewhere else. Sometimes I can travel through time that way, and go back and re-do something that I screwed up the first time around.

I’m pretty sure that says something about my habit of holding onto regrets? I once told myself that I was going to regret nothing in my life, because I can’t go back and change it and that makes regret a waste of emotion. I think my dreams are telling me that is a bullshit line of reasoning.

proxieme
proxieme
7 years ago

*idle curiousity prompts me to back page to teal deer*

AH, hell naw.

http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k2j8qFXzOU8/SATsntgOj0I/AAAAAAAABpo/OSd7Yp4PJq8/s1600-h/herdthosecats.png

Re: painting pic: She was wandering around while I set up. When I called her name, she turned in full Culkin mode 😀

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

I admit, I quit reading the teal dear when he used the Kristallnacht metaphor. Feminazis is such a new and interesting and not at all overdone bit of imagery. /sarcasm

Policy of Madness
Policy of Madness
7 years ago

I have to admit that I haven’t even glanced at the teal deer. Life is short.

sunnysombrera
7 years ago

Because if you want to compare something to a brutal regime always opt for the Nazis. It’s not like evil and suffering happened in any other countries. Double minus points for the false equivalency AND the tedious cliché.

Buttercup Q. Skullpants
Buttercup Q. Skullpants
7 years ago

Ugh, the “I forgot to go to class all semester” dream. The class always seems to be either Linear Algebra or graduate-level European History (with a 75-page term paper due that day).

@Falconer, I can totally relate to the “repeat high school” dream. I often dream that some busybody secretary discovers I’m missing a PE credit and I have to go back to high school, and suddenly I’m in the middle of marching band at halftime and don’t know the music or the formations. That part I don’t mind. It’s being 30 years older than the other kids and stuck in amber, timewise, that’s weird.

The dream I hate the most is the one where you wake up, take a shower, get dressed, eat breakfast, go to work…and then the alarm clock goes off, and you have to do it again, for real. Dreams are supposed to be an escape, dammit!

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

I think it would be far more interesting if these anti-feminists compared us to the Taliban. After all, they think that the ultimate goal of feminism is the disenfranchisement and literal enslavement of all males.

Also, talking about dreams and sleep disturbances was far more interesting! Has anyone ever dreamt that they were eating their own arms, but just couldn’t stop? It was really scary!

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

@ Buttercup – I’ve had the get ready for work dream, too, except something always goes slightly awry and that usually tells me I’m dreaming before I wake up. (like bats in the cereal container, or my pants legs are sewn shut at the bottom, or ink comes out of the shower instead of water)

Policy of Madness
Policy of Madness
7 years ago

Has anyone ever dreamt that they were eating their own arms, but just couldn’t stop? It was really scary!

Holy cow, no! That sounds horrifying!

My “I already got up for work, why do I have to do it again?” dreams usually end before they get too far, because my alarm clock goes off again and I hear it in the dream but can’t make it stfu. I have had dreams where I beat that fucking thing and smashed it to pieces, but it wouldn’t shut up, and that’s how the dream ended.

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

I would, on occasion, love to beat my alarm clock to death IRL, but I’ve never done it, even in dream.

Falconer
Falconer
7 years ago

@Buttercup: You got a PE credit for marching band? We didn’t, just a music credit, probably because after about November we became orchestra, and didn’t don the uniforms again except for the Christmas parade, where we had like a week to work up our pieces.

Never did memorize my part to Sleigh Ride …

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

Here’s a REALLY scary dream sequence!

thebewilderness
7 years ago

Shorter teal deer copypasta: The feminist women want to do what men have repeatedly done in the past. Be afraid, be very afraid.

kirbywarp
kirbywarp
7 years ago

My “I already got up for work, why do I have to do it again?” dreams usually end before they get too far, because my alarm clock goes off again and I hear it in the dream but can’t make it stfu. I have had dreams where I beat that fucking thing and smashed it to pieces, but it wouldn’t shut up, and that’s how the dream ended.

This happens to me all the time. My alarm clock is really old (an old radio-clock I’ve had since I was in middle school or something) and covered in buttons, so my dreams always having me pushing buttons and not knowing if the button was broken or if I was pushing the wrong one.

Even worse, sometimes I’d successfully turn off the alarm in my dream, hear silence for a few moments, then the beeping would come back. The worst.

Mouse Farts
Mouse Farts
7 years ago

Sometimes when I’m trying to sleep, my brain does what I call “the Horrible Perspective Thing.” It’ll feel like everything – the world, my brain, memories, even me – is getting bigger and smaller at the same time. You know that old screensaver, where the little ball is constantly changing shape, from an orb to a flower to a cube and back again, all smooth and without stopping? It’s like that. Only it isn’t going back and forth, it’s somehow all those states at once, and I can feel it. I’m part of it. If my eyes are closed I can feel my fingers and my tongue shrinking and being huge, and if I keep them shut, I feel like I’m drifting away from myself and losing all sense of proprioception and if I don’t open my eyes RIGHT NOW, something truly awful that is beyond my ability to even imagine is going to happen. The longer I try to ignore it the more terrifying it gets.

The worst part is that while all that is happening, I can tell myself that “dude, you can feel your body and the pillow and the cat and Mr. Farts, everything is totally normal, cut it out” and all that does is increase the disorientation. It’s really hard to explain, and when I was a kid and ran out sobbing to my parents, needing a hug and light to shake myself out of it, they told me they had no idea what I was talking about but I was being ridiculous, go to sleep.

I’ve always had really horrible insomnia, and on nights when the Horrible Perspective Thing happens, I have to go read a book or something for a few hours instead of even trying to sleep. And the one time someone tried to hypnotize me, all that happened was the Horrible Perspective Thing until I panicked and quit. The hypnotist told me that’s just what it feels like. :/ Then again, she was kind of a jerk.

…anybody ever had similar experiences, or am I just super weird?

Mouse Farts
Mouse Farts
7 years ago

My “I already got up for work, why do I have to do it again?” dreams usually end before they get too far, because my alarm clock goes off again and I hear it in the dream but can’t make it stfu. I have had dreams where I beat that fucking thing and smashed it to pieces, but it wouldn’t shut up, and that’s how the dream ended.

OMFG YES. I’ve had dreams where I smashed it and burned it and all that was left was wires and cord and ashes, but it was still going off, so I took it outside and buried it – and then ALL OF NATURE was beeping at me. I eventually just got rid of the damn thing IRL, because looking at it pissed me off.

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

OMG Mouse Farts! I’ve had exactly the same thing since I was a kid! I’ve tried to explain it to people before, but they’ve never quite got it! It only seems to happen when I’m really over tired or sick, though.

Falconer
Falconer
7 years ago

I haven’t had anything quite like that, Mouse Farts, but occasionally I do feel kind of disoriented and wobbly in dreams. One time, when I was about 10, I remember a dream where I got launched into the air by a front loader of some description, and the sensation of my stomach dropping through my feet was really vivid. It took me a long time to put it together with the stomach-dropping sensation I got on seesaws.

Mouse Farts
Mouse Farts
7 years ago

@grumpyoldnurse

Thank goodness, I thought I was the only one. It’s really hard to explain how horrible it is, you know? Because it doesn’t sound that bad, and then people look at you like you’re saying that the color orange oppresses you or something. (For the record: orange is totally the most oppressive color. It are fact.)

grumpyoldnurse
grumpyoldnurse
7 years ago

@ Mouse Farts – it kind of feels (to me, at any rate) like a precursor to oblivion. Kind of like I’m about to be everywhere and no where all at the same time.

sunnysombrera
7 years ago

Mouse: I like orange. 😐 I have an orange Galaxy S4.

But I prefer light orange tones, like peach or golden.

contrapangloss
7 years ago

I once dreamed I was pulling an all nighter to work on an AP US History essay that was due the next day. It was really realistic, down to me drinking copious amounts of diet mountain dew and whatnot. I wrote, I wrote, I wrote, and slammed out 12 pages of that thing! Whoot! Page and a half an hour! Who’s awesome? THIS KID! Then when I started proofreading things sort of seemed reasonable.

Only, then I started noticing that things weren’t reasonable at all.

I remember saying to myself:

“Why the heck did I just write an essay on Queen Elizabeth Tudor the First? For US history? What? And… since when was quoting Mercedes Lackey and Anne McCaffery legit? Did I seriously put in the “Elves were messing with the Tudor’s” hypothesis, really!? What the FRISBEE!”

I threw down the printed out paper down on the table in a rage quit.

… and then I woke up.

There wasn’t any blasted paper due. I know because I checked online, in a panic, to make sure there wasn’t one on the syllabus.

So much good sleep, so much wasted.

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