It is amazing what you can learn from history when you actually make it a point to study it. Just as it is amazing what you can do to distort it with ideology and political groupthink. B.R. Merrick weighs in on history and oppression.
Is art a video game imitating life? Do you put your bitch on a collar and/or smack her around? How about a stun gun to teach her a few manners, and her place in life. B.R. Merrick takes this game to the next level.
Somehow, some way, B.R. Merrick has taken an issue we have recently beaten into the ground and breathed into it, new life, and we think, new meaning.
“I am witness to what will happen with the end of men, and it ain’t pretty. If men end, so does the civilization upon which I have come to rely, and of which I have grown quite fond.” So says AVfM contributor B.R. Merrick.
If I was a woman, I’d feel unsafe around male colleagues if the contention that I had a 1 in 3 chance of being raped was true. It isn’t, and it is apparently being repeated ad infinitum et nauseam around the Internet.
We’re not going anywhere pleasant from here, folks. Just take a look at what transpired in England a few months after this album’s release. Angry Harry put one word underneath it: feminism. I find myself in agreement.
Feminists that don’t need men will need the state, which is run by the worst sorts of men and women imaginable. Now the state is our father, and what a rotten dad he is.
Anthony Weiner and I have at least one thing in common: We’re both men. A politician’s manhood is under intense scrutiny, in the midst of a misandric culture. Therefore, I do not wish to remain silent.
Modern feminism, in keeping with modern feminist tradition, has expanded modern feminist sexual harassment law to include just about anything that a modern feminist doesn’t like, or that she claims years later not to have liked, and left out entirely what any man out there may not like. In short, with sexual harassment law, it is men who are screwed, not women.
It’s all about women paying for sex, not men. Thus, it’s no longer prostitution, but “sex tourism.” Sheesh.
