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I was really pretty shocked to have read that Henry Louis Gates Jr., professor extraordinaire of long standing at the venerable institution Hahr-Vahrd, was arrested two days ago.
But I wasn’t shocked to have read the context and circumstances of his arrest. Sure, there’s the easy explanation of racism in America (you really will never convince me a white professor would have been treated the same way), but then there’s the even easier explanation that no one seems to be talking about and it is this: the arresting “officer” in the affair is yet another example of a douchebag cop with a Napoleon Complex.
Sure, I have no doubt the cop behaved in a racist manner, but that is an action coupled with a personality trait and that trait being that the he is yet another douchebag cop with a Napoleon Complex.
A professor here at school is a retired cop and relayed to me the different types of people who become police officers:
1. The Fitness Nut: the guy or gal who somehow relives their high school athletic glory days by being a cop. They are all about how they look in the uniform. Being a good or bad cop is strictly a matter of happenstance.
2. The Gun Nut: I think this speaks for itself. The Gun Nut, who is almost always male, is also closely related to the Penis Insecurity Nut.
3. The Righteous Nut: this person has an overwhelming sense of self-importance and truly thinks that the worse they behave towards the general public, the better cop they are.
4. The Drunk Cop: who is actually a pretty okay person who took the job as a way of redemption but at the same time, does not know how to handle the stress better.
Now according to Professor Cop, a police officer can actually be a combination of these varying traits but one is always more dominant than the other. Like the thing about Elvis and the Beatles: you can like both, but you always like one more than the other.
With regards to incident involving Professor Gates, my money is on Cop #3. Then again, I’m not at all familiar with the inner workings of cop-hood and the public perception I have garnered of them over the years is really just boils down to the simplicity of the douchebag cop with the Napoleon Complex scenario.
The new Spanish cabinet has been revealed and for the first time in the country’s history, the women outnumber the men.
To quote John McClane, “YIPPEE-KAI-YAY-MOTHER-EFFER!!”
To think, the idea of equality is not yet dead in the world! The mere thought of it makes me all giddy and ready to turn cartwheels and handsprings. And that, in itself, is still a sad commentary on the world.
Of course, we know the reasons why for the inequality: women opt of out high powered careers for sake of family and children, women are passed over in favor of men by nature of their extra X chromosome, and women in most places of this planet are still deprived of their most basic human rights, or to put it another way, the men in those regions are still afraid of the vagina.
So while 9 women in the Spanish Cabinet outnumber the 8 men who have been appointed, you still have to balance that 9 against the following:
World wide, at least 60 million women and girls are “missing” from their native population.
4 million women and girls are trafficked annually.
An estimated 1 million children who are female in majority, enter the sex trade each year.
90 million women and girls in Africa have suffered female genital mutilation.
So yes, I’m still freakin’ thrilled that the women in the Spanish Cabinet outnumber the men. It’s an important number to remember. But then so are the others.
As I am sure many a blogger has asked him or herself: What is the proper etiquette when dealing with stalkers?
I’m noticing a myriad of potential ethical issues that might arise when planning a good defense against a whack-job-nut-bag-full-of-bonkers. Some examples:
1. Is it right and proper to to publish the identity of a STALKER in your blog when they refer to themselves as “Anon” or “Anonymous” yet have their full name in their email address? How about when they use their own likeness as an Avatar?
2. If that STALKER has a particular bent, say they are overtly religious, is it right to retaliate by submitting their email address to as many atheist or pro-choice organizations as you can find?
3. If your STALKER is just a big ball of crazy, is it inappropriate to submit their information to mental health organizations that may help them “deal” with their issues?
4. How horrible would it be, really, to pay the teenage neighbor kid (who is quite the hacker) to create an evil-evil worm to email to your STALKER?
…or should you take the high ground and just invite your STALKER into a chat room where you can sit down virtually over a cup of Second Life coffee where they can discuss their “secret pain” ?
Of course, I’m joking…I know it’s best to just ignore and not engage your STALKER. I know that it is just better to block your STALKER from your blog and to not email them directly because you really don’t know what you’re dealing with…
But seriously, where’s the fun in that?
Haiku on Your Imminent Demise
Oh, fat troglodyte
Take care. If you fall downstairs
I will laugh. A lot
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Haiku on the Noisy Gag-Toy We Hid in Your Cubicle
Some worship silence
I worship annoyance and
Smile as you go mad
Ho.Le.Crap! I couldn’t believe it when I read a news story this morning about a Wisconsin Right to Life group mailing over 40,000 plastic fetuses to local Racine residents to mark the anniversary of the legalization of abortion.
What the ever livin’ hell was that about? Aside from it being a religious expression of facism…
One resident on the receiving end of these plastic political action figures remarks how offended she was by the act while the project chair of the group had hoped that residents would take it “in a positive way”.
Are you kidding me??? In what way is mailing a plastic fetus to someone of whom you know nothing about, personally, politically or otherwise, considered a positive act?
I support free speech in all forms, even when I find it to be utter bullshit and reprehensible, but some one is going to have to explain to me how this stunt is covered under the First Amendment.
Oh, crap, another female libido drug is currently being tested by medical facilities across the country. For Dog’s sake, people! When are researchers going to give up on this nonsense? Not every problem can be “fixed” by pharmaceuticals.
Every time I hear about another one of these drugs being tested, it reminds me of this guy on my college fencing team who believed this bullshit story about a man who would, while having sex with his wife, touch her breast whenever she had an orgasm and proceeded as such so that eventually, all he had to do was touch her breast (sans sex) and she would have an orgasm for him.
Uh, can you say Urban Myth?
I remember the first time my teammate laid that story on me, I told him that clearly he had never had sex with a women before. Seriously, because no sexually active man in his right mind AND in a healthy relationship is going to buy into that garbage.
My point being: You can’t treat the female orgasm like it was Pavlov’s Dog! If science (and women themselves…unless they’re faking it, and then shame on you, girls!) hasn’t proven by now that female arousal is infinitely more complicated than that of a man, then you haven’t been paying attention.
Sorry, gentlemen, but you’re just going to have to do the work. You too, ladies. Anything else is just lazy, and quite frankly, bad manners.
What the hell happened to the news over the weekend?
I go onto my cnn.com today and it seems like they aren’t reporting anything else other than crimes against women. First up: a deranged ex-con in Georgia has more than likely murdered a young female hiker. Secondly, a guy in Texas called the police to report that he had killed and cooked his ex-girlfriend. Next up: a Florida Fire Chief is circulating topless photos of a car wreck victim. And lastly, a man in New York, has confessed to killing his wife on his girlfriend’s birthday last year (for what? as a present?).
I really and truly hope this is all terrible coincidence and not an indication of the year to come.
And then of course, I read about women hosting Taser Parties. Starting to make me think that maybe these parties aren’t such a bad idea…
Welcome to the week, ladies…
As anyone who reads this blog regularly might have discovered, the Saudi Arabian government is not high ranking on my list of favorite governmental entities. They are a bunch of rat-bastard, misogynistic, dictatorial, terrorist-sponsoring, afraid-of-the-vagina, troglodytes who should be ceased from existing on this planet. “Royal Family” my ass. Royal threat to all things good and decent in this world is what they are.
Which is no way a direct reflection of Saudis as a people. I am fortunate to know many Saudi ex-pats (although I describe them more as escapees) and they are some of the most generous, civilized, loving and enlightened persons I have had the privilege of knowing.
Having these friends has always made me terribly curious about the goings on in Saudi Arabia behind that brutal and despicable regime. So with great interest, I started reading a number of blogs back in 2006, and in particular, a blog by Saudi woman who calls herself “Saudi Eve”. My Dog, to be a woman in that hellish country…Her entry about being in Beirut during the Israeli bombings, damn, almost choked me up, and I’m not a chick who cries.
Her blog has been blocked for some time as the Saudi government has complete control of the internet within the confines of that Sand Pit From Hell. But go back through her previous entries and they are so raw, so visceral, so honest, you can’t help but wonder what the hell we (the US) are doing in bed with this country. We sell the Saudi government arms when we should be doing our political best to disarm and dismantle them altogether.
Recently, the Saudi government arrested a daring blogger, who was, incredibly, writing under his own name, and blocked his site. He was arrested on December 10th, and has yet to be released from police custody even though government officials say he is only being “questioned”. Another blogger has been promoting a petition for his release and with hope, the Saudi government will release them as they are very sensitive to bad PR.
At least the Saudi government is an equal opportunity offender. They hate both their women and their men equally, and hate the idea of a free thinking citizenry even more.
I heard it again this weekend. Someone referring to another person’s weakness as a need to “grow some”. You know what that means. Balls. The person needed to grow some BALLS. Cojones. Nuts. Nads. Thus implying that all acts of derring-do and general heroicism come from having a pair of these “man tonsils”. Dog, I hate that.
So here’s my problem: you see, I’M A GIRL. And I don’t have testicles. Never have, never will. DON’T CARE TO EITHER. Seriously, guys, look in the mirror some time, they look ridiculous and aside from procreative properties, most women could give a damn. And while we’re on the subject, this lack of male physiology has never prevented me from speaking up, standing up, beating up, and giving it to anyone or anything that stands in my way. And there are plenty of women out there just like me. So where the hell do people get the idea that owning a pair of testicles equates courage? I could own a pair of testicles. I could castrate some guy right now, put ’em in a jar and keep ‘em in my purse. There. Would that count? I don’t think so. Not on any level.
What I need right now is another phrase, term, word, whatever, that replaces “balls” as the mantle for bravura and pugnacity.
So the next time I’m trying to bolster a female friend, co-worker, sistah about being too timid, instead of telling her she needs to “grow some” (something she clearly doesn’t need to do) I can tell her________________________________???
Cowgalutah who is doin’ time in, wait for it, UTAH!, memed me. And since I am feeling ever so charitable this holiday season and since this is a topic I think I can really dig, here’s my go at it:
The Rules: I like this one because it is fairly simple. Write down things or people who make you suspicious. It could be a hundred things it could be nothing. I could go on, and on, and on with this, but I’ve kept it as short as my attention span.
Things/People I am suspicious of:
- I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I am suspicious of religious fanatics of all denominations. In fact, True Believers in general tend to creep me out unless it is the true belief in the Monroe Doctrine or the Prime Directive.
- People who have “Precious Moments” figurines in their homes. I think those things come alive at night when those people sleep, crawl into their ears and eat their brains.
- People who proclaim to “believe in angels”. I think they must have “Precious Moments” figurines in their homes.
- Anyone who can’t name the Speaker of the House, the Minority Whip, the Secretary of Defense and at least 3 foreign leaders.
- Anyone who is constantly on a diet.
- Anyone who doesn’t drink, eat chocolate or consume coffee. Unless you have that weird enzyme defficiency or an allergy.
- Anyone who wears white pants without getting them dirty.
- Women with too much plastic surgery. Actually, I think they just freak me out.
- Men who wear pinky rings!!
- Men who claim they “really respect women” but then only date pop-tarts, blow-up dolls, and other inorganic material.
- As much as I love it there, Iceland makes the list because it is too clean, the people are too nice, it’s all too perfect and it all seems too Stepford Wives-ish…
- Did I mention “Precious Moments”? I don’t like the way those things look at me.
- Anyone whose business title includes any of the following words: Congressman, Senator, Alderman, Councilman, President, Speaker, Justice, Judge, Officer, Secretary of (Insert Title), Mayor, or Presidential Candidate.
- People who have decorations for every single holiday (unless it’s for Guy Fox Day!), especially those inflatable ones that park on the lawn…oooooh, creepy….I don’t mind admitting I have nightmares about those things.
- Anything containing the ingredient Soylent Green…
Okay! Now the fun part. I am enlisting the Eriepressible Emma, Eatin’ Vegan Melissa, and Fretting Andrea Frets as the tagged would-be memers! I think their responses should be enlightening, amusing, terribly witty and together will cure Restless Leg Syndrome . Don’t let me down, sisters! I believe in you!
