Brainwashing Dummies

 

You’re all thinking I left out the word “for” and that this is a “How To” article – nope – not an error, not a missed word. This is a “How did they” article, and the topic under discussion is feminism – bet that’s a surprise?

The inspiration for this hit me last night, I have a ton of research to do, a load of notes and random bits and pieces to organise and a “to do” list that never seems to get shorter, but I found myself pondering on Reyeko’s comment on “How Dare You have an Opinion…..On Me!”

Ok – that was the moan – let’s just move on.

Actually nope – one more moan – I have mobile broadband, I live in Ireland and apparently my broadband thingy (not very techie) can’t seem to locate the other thingy that supplies the magic that makes the broadband WORK!

It reminded me of Dara O’Briain’s classic rant on Sat Nav’s (those things that are supposed to stop you getting lost) and how for some reason his was a bit “geographically challenged” seemingly whenever he got into his car, and switched the damn thing on, so he could find his way to wherever he was going, it would repeat over and over again.

“Cannot locate satellite, cannot locate satellite”

In his frustration he ends up shouting at the thing.

LOOK UP!

Apparently, according to my broadband service provider I “might be out of range” OUT OF RANGE???, If I lived any closer to the mast (remembered the word) I’d be living in a tent UNDER the damn thing!

Ok – now I feel better, (slightly) anyhoo, while I was waiting for the broadband thingy to find the other thingy, it occurred to me that feminists are the experts par excellence at brainwashing dummies, and two things led me to this conclusion.  The first was Victor Zen’s video on AVfM (A Voice for Men) entitled “This is What a Feminist Looks Like” and the second was that comment by Reyeko on yesterdays post “How Dare you Have an Opinion…….on Me!”

“I think it’s rooted in the need for control, everyone wants to control what goes on in their lives, men and women. Our culture currently tells women there is nothing they can control, that they’re leaves blowing on the whims of the patriarchy while it tells men that they are the masters of their world. So we see women’s human need to have control over their lives manifest in a harmful way wherein they need to control what goes on in the lives of people who as you say they ‘allow into their life’. This is all just conjecture on my part but I think it’s a good theory.”

Go watch the video, if you can stomach the whole thing, then come back and we’ll carry on – I’ll wait. there is a link to Reyeko’s blog at the side. ReyekoMRA.

Is that the most annoying, the dumbest young woman you’ve ever seen or what? I cannot even find it in my heart to be kind, or give her the benefit of the doubt for being misled – she has the fervour, the unthinking and uncritical demeanour of the truly indoctrinated.

She waved this book around “Feminism is for Everyone” (and nope, even if I had a link to it I wouldn’t post it)  like an evangelical con artist exhorting the faithful to give their souls (and hard earned cash) into his/her grubby hands in order to be saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaved – hallelujah!

Reyeko’s comment makes an interesting point – that women are to all intents and purposes striving to exercise some measure of control over their lives, and it must be said, over everybody else’s life.

The question is – when and why did women allow themselves to become so dumb, and regardless of how dumb as a bag of hammers most women appear to be, they ARE sentient human beings – though sentience is in the eye of the beholder.  Ergo, on some level, they CHOSE to be the way they are.

Women CHOSE to exercise their autonomy, and to be that dumb.

How they are, is a herd, a mass of alleged individuals who move, think and act as one, like a shoal of fish that move as a mass, as one, through the oceans.

The difference being, that watching natural history programmes that show this, illustrates the beauty and complexity of life on this planet, whereas watching women or listening to women is……………akin to hearing nails being scraped down a blackboard – shudder, being made to eat Brussels sprouts, having a wisdom tooth removed (four) actually THAT was a piece of cake – anaesthetic rocks!

But there is no anaesthesia strong enough to numb one from suffering the pain of being either in the company of, or listening to the unutterable shoite that women say about “ being women”

I could only listen for a very short time to the witterings of the young woman on Victor’s video, if she was my daughter I’d be embarrassed, seriously, I would be hiding my head in shame, and wondering – “where did I go wrong?”

But, there is a point where one becomes an adult, and one takes responsibility for oneself – when there is no-one, other than you, who is accountable FOR you – for what you say, what you do, who you are.

Which actually answers the questions – why and when and how feminism has managed to pull off the brainwashing trick of the millennium – they had the perfect candidates to work with.

Women have made an art form out of being as thick as two short planks, while retaining a primitive core of nastiness, spitefulness and mendacity – feminism harnessed that, then sold it to both women and men wrapped up in pretty bows and ribbons, and embarked on a campaign to hollow out the humanity of women and leave this nasty shell behind.

None of which they could have done without the complicity of women themselves. NONE OF IT.

How they did it.

Ok – every now and again I get to catch a glimpse of TV – I find myself standing or sitting there in amazement at the sheer level of stupid one has to be, to believe some of the reasons given why women should buy or do or believe a particular thing.

There was a series of advertisements some time ago for matching underwear – women’s underwear, and the crisis of embarrassment that would ensue if one was caught not wearing said matching underwear. 

One scenario was of a female being wheeled into an emergency room and her horror and the medical’s staff’s mockery at her mis-matched knickers and bra!

Seriously? THAT’S what would be exercising your mind if you found yourself on gurney? Your knickers!

Of all the TV series, that I loathe above all others Sex in the city, takes the top spot, it is without doubt, almost a documentary on how to be the most annoying vacuous, shallow, vain and useless example of a human being one could possibly aspire to be, if one happened to be a female human being.

And apparently, this series “empowered” women? THIS total and utter crap represents laudable role models for women? This series is the benchmark for female behaviour, for female aspirations, and for BEING female?

Feminism might be the engine that drives and is driving this civilisation over the cliff, but media representations of “being female” is the PR campaign – and it has worked like a charm for nigh on 30, maybe 40 years.

Because there is one other series which I happened by chance to catch a few glimpses of – Bridezillas – aptly named, these females were…….there are no words……another example of “how women are” – and the thing that shocked me the most?

The usually shell shocked but compliant men who literally stood there and allowed these females to display all the charm and grace of rabid dogs – of  hyenas tearing a carcass apart –  then they married them!

My sympathy for these men it must be said, is stretched to its absolute limits, and only because of one thing – feminism has not only managed to convince women to abandon all semblance of humanity and civilised behaviour, but has also managed to convince men that this is NORMAL female behaviour.

For psychopaths, sociopaths and people with personality disorders its “normal” not I might add acceptable, but rather simply, expected.

So feminism has harnessed the raw material of all the worst possible personality traits inherent in women, written turgid and incomprehensible rubbish justifying it, and infected an entire culture with the notion that being a 24 caret, Grade A bitch is not only “Normal” but is something to aspire too?

And almost three generations of women, and now apparently a fourth, will quite happily and with a depth of smugness that defies reason and logic, endorse, applaud and justify this.

 

© Anja Eriud 2014

 

All My Heroes are Men, most of the people I despise are Women.

 

I know an odd title for an essay, but to give you an idea of what precipitated it, pop over to emma the emo’s blog for a read of this – Women Have no Honour.

“To me it appears that those gender norms are promoted because they are good for society. If men are courageous, they can defend their country. If women are chaste, men feel like being courageous in the first place. I suppose men are still expected to be courageous nowadays (they are drafted), while promiscuity is no big deal for women anymore. In this way, I suppose women really don’t have honor.

 This type of honor is different from the one most people think about when they hear the word. It’s not merely staying true to your principles. It’s society’s way to hold people in check, even when their own principles are lacking or badly developed. Having honor is staying true not to your feelings, but group rules.”

I’ve been doing a lot of research lately, and as I mentioned in the essay about those fruitcakes over at Holy Hormones, and nope, not linking to it again, it was reading random articles about the exploits of men, through the ages that restored my sanity, didn’t prevent me from getting a headache, but made having a headache bearable.

With regard to the title as well, when I think of men, words like nobility, honour, courage, integrity and decency spring to mind, as for women – and being the most likely to make it onto the list of people I despise the most – the feeling is mutual – at this point in my life – it only amuses me – to be honest it never actually bothered me – that women in general tend to dislike me – intensely.  In that extra special “way” that women have of manifesting their “disapproval” fortunately for most of my life, any of the things that women value and attempt to punish you for, by withdrawing or sabotaging, are things that I have never actually valued.

Chief amongst them being admittance to the “girl club” or being “one of the girls” I cannot think of anything that would induce a greater feeling of horror in me that either of those things.

To be fair, I do have, and have had lifelong friends, female friends, who without exception have been women “not like that” I could tell you stories!

So, it has been almost a revelation to me over the last year or so to encounter women like Karen Straughan (GirlWritesWhat), Janet Bloomfield (Judgybitch), Diana Davison (realityisabitch) and astonishingly, a growing number of other females who are not total and utter wretches. Who think, who can string a sentence together, who can objectively and with great intelligence and humour explore an idea, express a concept that does not begin and end with their bloody vaginas and/or uterus’s

The reason – because those qualities that I mentioned that spring to mind when I think of men, spring to my mind when I think of these women – which can only lead to one conclusion.

These are not male qualities per se, they are human qualities of the highest order, ANY human being can CHOOSE to ascribe, to develop, to enact and to display them.

Nobility, honour, courage, integrity and decency are human qualities that women en masse have CHOSEN to reject, to fail to develop, to strive for – in favour of selfishness, self-absorption, pettiness, spitefulness, vindictiveness, vanity and egotism.

By the way, this is not a NAWALT (Not All Women Are Like that) thing – this is a WHY are most women “like that” – thing, and WHY do they not STOP being “like that”

Much is made of the so-called higher order of female qualities, such as caring and nurturing and compassion, of the sacrifices women apparently make for their children, for their “men” of all the tasks that they perform for and on behalf of others.

In fact, I don’t believe it would be an exaggeration to say that women en masse will, and do beat that drum persistently, continuously and ad nauseum about how caring, nurturing, and compassionate they are. What is derisory is that these things – the caring, the nurturing of children in particular – are what one would expect as a natural pattern of behaviour – normal, having children by default assumes that one DOES these things, not as some extra special effort on your part but because – THATS WHAT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO DO!  If you are a decent human being, that is.

There is one woman I want add to the three female human beings who I’ve mentioned as worthy of admiration and respect and to be counted among honourable human beings – my mother.

Two of my mother’s oft repeated phrases, whenever she felt someone was getting “a bit above themselves” were these:

“self praise is no praise”

and

“empty vessels make the most noise”

From her perspective, praise for doing or achieving something was a gift, a gift from others, an acknowledgment that you had done or achieved something worthwhile – demanding it, or expecting it, or reciting your supposed achievements to garner it, invalidated and negated the value of your supposed achievement, or in this instance – quality.

Because, the other thing she was adamant about was this – if the only reason you do something is to GET praise – then doing it is a gesture, an empty shallow gesture meant to benefit ONLY you.

Back to My Heroes.

One of the things that marks out these particular men below, both real and fictional, as worthy heroes and role models, not just for boys but for girls too, is that invariably they were flawed human beings, they were not as women like to portray themselves “visions of perfection” they strove and failed, they were beset by doubts and fears, and they did not consider themselves to BE heroes, they were doing what they believed was the right thing to do – and without exception, for and behalf of others with no expectation of “praise” of “personal gain” or even of sometimes surviving their endeavours.

Janet Bloomfield (aka Judgybitch) wrote an excellent piece on one of my modern day heroes – a fictional character – John McClane – of the Die Hard series of films – I have to say the original is my favourite, and will admit to a secret “admiration” for Bruce Willis – but that’s just between me and thee – ok?

John is everyman, he does what does because he cannot in all conscience do otherwise and live with himself – and no-one else will step up – Janet’s article nails it to a tee, much better than I could.

William Wilberforce the nobility, the courage and the relentless persistence of this man in the face of personal struggles, of mockery, of the disdain of his peers is admirably captured in the film Amazing Grace slavery was, until feminism came along, one of the most egregious stains on the history of humanity – slavery is to dehumanise a human being, to reduce a human being to an object, a piece of property. In William Wilberforce’s time – this was “normal” and here we are in the 21st century, and yet again we have a culture where it is “normal” to view human beings as objects of utility, as property, as less than human.

Aragorn (Strider) – One of my all time favourite books, “The Lord of The Rings” – first read it when I was 16, and read it every year for a long long time – then the  films came out and regrettably I haven’t read it since then.  Aragorn displays that other quality that men have and exercise on behalf of, and for others – leadership – leadership in the face of ,and in spite of their own fears and doubts about themselves, about their leadership abilities – he leads because someone must lead – someone must take responsibility – someone must put the mission first, and their own fears and doubts aside – Aragorn is that man, and is every man who has ever walked towards danger, towards the source of their greatest fear, and towards that which would “chill the heart of me” for others, for a cause, for a mission, for others.

Firefighters, rescue workers, soldiers, almost all men, almost all faced with constant danger, constant threat and always walking towards it, facing it, protecting others from it. Protecting women from it.

“If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. ” Aragorn.

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Ghenghis Khan – now you all think I’ve completely lost the plot. Read this book – Bones of the Hills by Conn Iggulden published in 2009 by Harper – website www.conniggulden.com for more information.

Ghenghis Khan forged a civilisation, a Nation, a nomadic nation out of innumerable warring tribes – never a builder of roads, of monuments, Ghenghis Khan was a unique and exceptional individual, his exploits by our standards were bloodthirsty, but he was a man in, and of his time.

“In the seventeenth century the Muslim chronicler Abu’l Ghazi wrote:

Under the reign of Ghenghis Khan, all the country between Iran and the land of the Turks enjoyed such a peace that a man might have journeyed from sunrise to sunset with a golden platter on his head without suffering the least violence from anyone.”

From: Bones of The Hills by Conn Iggulden; Historical Note – page 542 (own copy – emphasis added)

Feminism and feminists have corrupted and have poisoned our cultures and our nations, have harnessed the ephemeral grip on honour that women have always had, and to be fair were expected to have, unlike the true hard won honour that men have always strived, struggled and fought for  – has diminished to nothingness that load upon women, till to all intents and purposes women now believe they have no need for honour, or integrity or decency.

Sadly, this has become a self-fulfilling prophecy, we worship things, we live in and on the most superficial plane of existence, the banal, the trite, and the asinine have become our touchstones, our standard. The keepers of these things are feminists, they insist, they demand, they blackmail and they coerce so that our cultures remain – dishonourable – superficial – tawdry.

 “A nation lives forever through its concepts, honour, and culture. It is for these reasons that the rulers of nations must judge and act not only on the basis of physical and material interests of the nation but on the basis of the nation’s historical honour, of the nation’s eternal interests. Thus: not bread at all costs, but honour at all costs.”

Corneliu Zelea Codreanu, For My Legionaries

So, when I say that I despise women, with very few rare exceptions, it is not only because they have no honour, but they CHOSE deliberately to have no honour – because – it IS a choice.

The last word goes to my mother:

“You may chose any course of action you wish, good bad or indifferent, what you don’t get to chose are the consequences”

We are living with the consequences of a culture infected with the poison of dishonourable, corrupt and toxic feminism.

 

© Anja Eriud 2014