Men's rights advocates. Or, to give them their more accurate title, Snivelling Beta Males.
You know those people who constantly pop up droning on and on and on and on and on and on about Ooooooo isn't unfair how FEMINAZIS keep making unreasonable and oppressive demands like "Just because I have tits doesn't mean you're allowed to grab them"? The ones who leap on any loose comment by one woman and insist it's ABSOLUTE PROOF that there is that worldwide evil conspiracy against men?
Well I've noticed a few things about them. Most of them are either unemployed or in dead-end jobs. Most have at least one foot on the autistic spectrum. Most have completely failed to have relationships with women, while the ones that have were deeply wounded by the experience. There's nothing wrong with have any or all of these, of course- but it sure as hell doesn't help pave the way into success in life. In fact, you could probably rename the Men's Rights movement as "League of Losers" with a quantifiably high degree of accuracy.
I can't help thinking this might explain a lot. You see, if there really is an evil FEMINAZI conspiracy leaving white men as the most oppressed group in society, where exactly is it hidden? I'm male, and I've kind of cruised through life into a happy and lucrative existence. On the way I've encountered loads of women. Some were nice, some weren't, and the occasional one even wanted to touch my rude bits. I am not oppressed, and anyone claiming I am is deluded.
If you want to understand human society, just watch baboons. The Beta Males are the awkward little scrawny ones with no friends, constantly watching the inaccessible females and howling in frustration over their tear-stained wanking. Meanwhile the Alphas are the ones sprawled out in a circle of females, casually scratching their bollocks and idly wondering what the wailing in the background might be.
And that wailing is just the bitter dry wanking of the losers. And that's Men's Rights Advocates. So, bereft little baboons, rather than having a good little snivel why not learn from the baboons? Go out and mingle with the females, and in doing so start building social alliances to boost your status.
Because the Friend Zone is a million times better than the Bitter Loner Zone.
The people who ruin VF #5
October 11, 2014, 04:15:pm
I came in here looking for Kevin and didn't find him. Is he blocked? Also I might potentially derail things a little here and I apologize for that, but, Islamic and Sharia-dominated areas hey you realize that the ultra oppressive regimes in the Islamic countries you actually pay attention to aren't actually based on actual Sharia, right?
The people who ruin VF #5
October 22, 2014, 12:58:pm
1. Vermin learned to be 'alpha' from watching baboons, WTF. 2. Being married most of your adult life is about as beta male as it gets. 3. He has a point, but not has hard'n'veiny as he would like to imagine.
"Well I'm in the MILITARY, and the best thing about being in the MILITARY is that when anyone says something on the internet you don't agree with you just remind them that you're in the MILITARY and therefore right and better than them. Because in the MILITARY you just reasonably state "OH YEAH? WELL HOW WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO COME OVER THERE SO YOU CAN SAY YOU DON'T LIKE NICKELBACK TO MY MILITARY FACE?!". Because that's how we roll in the MILITARY. And it makes me feel so proud that in the MILITARY we are serving and protecting our country so bravely and self-sacrificingly. And if anyone suggests tha minor changes need to be made in how we do that, then we get MILITARY on their ASSES. Cuz we're MILITARY and brave and strong and MILITARY so please go on cam for me. HOO YAH!"
No thanks. These people are just a massive pain in the arse, because the second things stop going in exactly the way they want (instant gratification coupled with fawning admiration from all present), they'll start picking fights. You even see it from people whose only claim to a military background is the fact that they've signed the forms and are waiting to be called up.
It's just a career choice, guys. One that means you'll be exposed to more risks than many (but certainly not all) civilian career paths, and pretty much guarantees that you'll be boosting the nation's divorce statistics. So let's not start thinking it gives you an entitlement to be right about everything and place your glans at everyone's lips for the adulation to start.
Let me tell you about my Great-Uncle Frank. When he was a teenager, the government decided he had to be taken away from his family and apprenticeship in order to spend years shivering in trenches, while horror raged all around him. When he returned, he never spoke of it. He just went back to a quiet and modest little working life, ending his days as a quiet and grey little old man. It was only after he died that we found the citations detailing how he'd been awarded the Military Medal for repeated runs into No-Man's-Land under fire in order to rescue wounded soldiers. Had anyone started applauding him or hanging out bunting and calling him a hero, I think he's have either run for the hills or hit them. That whole bloody and murderous chapter in his life was a source of deep shame to him, and what he wanted people to remember with pride was the roses he grew in his garden.
There are still people like him. They're doing a tough and horrible job but never lose track of their humanity. Stay safe, people. I'll probably never know who you are, but the future will need you. You see, there is no animosity towards the armed forces in this journal, just to the idiots who tarnish their reputation by using a claimed military background as a justification for being plain obnoxious. And in doing so, feed the stereotype about the Forces just being the government's hired thugs. This journal focusses on behaviours, not actions status, so it's only the arseholes who need worry. They'll still object, though- because they'll have taken offence at this journal's title and not bothered reading the rest. Watch 'em rage and laugh.
So, this past weekend I've been celebrating my 25th birthday in Kansas City with Josh ( rawrfishy ) and his family. Yesterday, we got to spend the entire day all by ourselves... It was nice having a day with no kiddos. Even though towards the end I missed them pretty bad. We got to go to some pretty neat stores and had lunch and dinner out. We went and saw Annabelle (which was pretty good). The best part of the night was going to a huge park around sunset... It was gorgeous.
The best part of my whole day was to happen at the park at sunset. Josh got down on one knee and asked me to MARRY HIM!
So, I met Josh on VF and now he's gonna be my husband! I couldn't ask for a better person to come into my life or my kids' lives! He is amazing in every way and is making all my dreams come true! I love you Josh!
So... after asking why he rated me, he called me a cunt [just wow but... what's new? Hooray, you identified my reproductive organs LAWL], so I replied with how it might be a bit hypocrite to rate other people if you ask why they rate you. He's not replied since
The whole rating system always gets people bitching on this site, it amazes me that some people act like children about it. Cunt and twat, two stupid words that always come up when people can't think of a better way to insult someone or have a good come back.