A 19 year old man was sexually assaulted by four women in Toronto. He bravely reported it to police, but when Twitter users got wind of the story the ugly truth of how male victims are viewed in society came bubbling to the surface.
In the wake of recent events at the University of Toronto, the Revolutionary Students Movement has now put out a call advocating violence towards men’s rights supporters and activists. The stench of fear is now in the air, but for whom really?
Currently, a woman’s right to choose puts her in a position to choose to use her children as pawns to manipulate and extort financial support from fathers, or alleged fathers, at will. Kiristina Hansen thinks it is time to put this to an end.
How to win an argument every time? Simple. Establish a questionable premise, or multiple questionable premises at once, then paint everyone who questions the premise as being hateful and evil and “part of the problem.” Kristina Hansen gives an example.
Vagina-obsessed Eve Ensler, who’s written lovely things about all sorts of things including sex between older women and young girls, has published a poem for men (but really meant to shame and demonize men). Bumblebee has a poem we like better.
When Lola broke up with Eric she got a ritzy home, a chauffeur, a personal chef, two nannies for the kids, a holiday allowance and a boatload of child support. It was not enough. She wanted more. She sued. She lost. Good.
There seems to be something innately violent and vindictive in the feminist mind – and we use that term loosely. Take PMS for example. It is not just a bad card dealt by human biology. It is an excuse to rationalize the torture of others. How shocking.
It is becoming a sad routine in western culture. A women commits a crime. She is clearly guilty. But the state has a problem with prosecuting. She has a vagina, therefore she is the real victim. Society and the real victim’s victim both lose.
Try to imagine you are so stupid that you don’t know if the person you are having sex with is your boyfriend. Now try to imagine you are too stupid to know if you are conscious or unconscious. The Wooly Bumblebee will have no patience for you.