During the twentieth century, Britain sank from being the world’s foremost power to a marginal colony of Brussels where you can go to jail over a Facebook post. The empire that ruled the seas is now an emasculated political basket case that seemingly cannot import invaders fast enough to satisfy its thirst for virtue signaling.
And end up reading crap like this:
A few days ago, I was having a bad morning: my train tickets were expensive, my train was delayed, and my coffee was cold. But I cheered myself up by playing a game on my commute. The game is called Patriarchy Chicken, and the rules are simple: do not move out of the way for men.(.......)
The point of Patriarchy Chicken is not just that you get where you’re going marginally faster (although you do) or that you irritate a number of men (which you also do). The point is that men have been socialised, for their entire lives, to take up space. Men who would never express these thoughts out loud have nevertheless been brought up to believe that their right to occupy space takes precedent over anyone else’s right to be there. They spread their legs on tubes and trains, they bellow across coffee shops and guffaw in pubs, and they never, ever give way.
Now, if you're reading that and thinking to yourself "My, it seems that this author is a Leftist douche-canoe who lives in order to make everything around her more miserable and more evil", you'd be correct. She's a academic. And "intellectual", even.
The fact that this stupid cow goes out of her way to ignore the basic norms for general civility ought to tell you all you need to know about her. But it also shows that this academic turd blossom it absolutely full of shit as she rages about the men who keep her civilization running. Men do not go out of their way to annoy people. That's a good way to get a fist to the face. The reason so many men get perplexed at this woman is that if it were another man, they would react accordingly. But men are conditioned to treat women with respect, and when we see a female walking genital wart acting in such a fashion it throws us for a loop. We can't punch her in the face, AND SHE KNOWS IT.
That's the rub, right there. This is why this blithering sack of maggot vomit needs to be publicly humiliated: Because she's protected by her vagina, and she knows it. If she jabs her elbow into a man's ribs, she wins. If he reacts in any way other than to mumble an apology and move on, she wins again. And she knows it. She rages about the patriarchy while simultaneously being protected by the same patriarchal rules she's raging against.
Dr. Charlotte Riley is the end result of a society that has decided to end it all and just slit its wrists open. The corpse of formerly "Great" Britain is still twitching, but it's dead, Jim. She's a human AIDS virus, destroying the body by destroying the immune system so that any small little virus will kill it off.
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