Chai Ling is a very interesting woman. I just stumbled on this article about her a few days ago. I don’t know what her politics are. I don’t know if she’s fully embraced feminism, although some of what I’ve seen at her website indicates that she has embraced some style, form, or genre of it. …
The Canadian government cooperates with a neighboring government in supplying false information, and is complicit in sending an innocent, peaceful, married father in his thirties straight to hell, to be beaten for hours at a time, days on end, with shredded cables, while listening to other men scream. For this, they are “sorry.” So what?
Janice G. Raymond, a studier of women, thinks that bartering with one’s body is somehow perverse. What she doesn’t realize is that both men and women barter with their bodies on a regular basis, and not just for sex.
What a fantastic film. On every level. Every man should see it.
For feminists and conservatives, the enemy is pornography, hence the new word I’ve coined: misaporno. They hate it, hate it, hate it.
To coerce against the truth is to reduce the volitional capacity of the child. To coerce a child’s volition by withholding vital information is death. Abused children, whether willing or not, are permanently damaged.
Feminists and “progressives” everywhere are looking for equality, and humanity is paying the price.
Polanski’s real crime, as I shall explain, is not rape, but contempt for The Law. In the government’s zeal to keep this case open after more than 30 years, everyone involved except the presiding judge, now dead, has been adversely affected, and virtually all of them wish for it to end.
Apparently, Sam Harris is “feared by the pious” and “adored by secularists.” Ooooo. As a former pious individual, I’m so, so scared. I occasionally defend the pious in spite of my current lack of faith. I can’t ever imagine that I’ll defend Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris is a scientist. Guess what? So am I. What …
I am one of the fortunate few. My parents stayed together through it all. They still live in the house where I grew up. I can’t tell you what it means to me to be able to go back there for visits, and be surrounded by everything familiar. It will always be my home. It …
