When men, especially white men are on their way out, they always find a way to reinsert themselves as the center of attention (thus power). The mistake many women make is believing that males, like females have dignity (or working toward receiving and keeping dignity) and would not cross lines that any decent human would understand makes one undignified. Males have no shame. They only have focus. Eyes on the prize. That prize being having access to everything and everyone. Nothing is off-limits. If they have to perform gender to get into a female locker room, then they will perform gender (thus reinforcing gender stereotypes). If they have to pretend to be a woman in order to have sex with a male and not suffer the very homophobia that their brothers have created and maintained, then they will do it. If they think minorities benefit from being victims (although the word victim in itself denotes there are no benefits in being a victim, but males see anything and everything they do not have, for example the sympathy a victim may get, as a benefit denied to them,) they will find a way to create the narrative to make themselves the victim. This includes dressing up and performing gender (thus reinforcing gender stereotypes) to demand the victim label.
Trannies are the worse sort of man. Trannies are men’s men. Rape, pillage, plunder, and scorch the earth. How much more manly can a man get?
Laverne Cox puts extra time in to decide what dress to parade around Hollywood in, but could care less about the fate of little girls.
Mom was deemed too poor to keep the child, so the state handed the child over to his felon father who in turn handed the child over to a crazy ass tranny (a male born with a dick and hates anyone who don’t go along with his delusion of being a woman). Probably the toddler kept relying on his instincts and calling the brute a man and the man murdered him for it. Fucking trannies. They need major mental health.
Once again I must comment on how much joy it gives me to see the snow on WordPress each year. Because, as I stated last year or maybe the year before, there was a MRA once who got so pissed off at my snow that it caused him to froth at the mouth. Oh, it was so good. I shall always look upon wordpress snow with fond memories.
Let me tell you something, every dog or cat that I’ve ever owned (or my family) was a “RESCUE” dog/cat. Meaning we rescued that dog/cat out of a country ditch, an urban street, a freeway (twice), and a highway (once), etc. Our last dog that we had for 11 years was rescued from the people across the street who thought they wanted a dog and really didn’t.
If you get a dog or cat from a shelter, you do not need to call it a “Shelter Dog” or “Rescue Dog.” When I hear someone announce that their dog or cat is a Rescue or Shelter there seems to be this pause between Shelter/Rescue before the next word to allow an expression of adulation. It is transparent as hell that what he or she is really doing is conveying the message, “Look at me, I’m so benevolent! Give me a medal. The world will end without my good deeds. I’m such a good person!”
Can we practice kindness and caring without raking up Jesus points in the process? Actually, it is not even Jesus points. If there is a Heaven and a rating system the Jesus points will be tabulated by Jesus. These points are more superficial, more like, “I’m socially superior than you” points. Because everyone who stops to reflect for a second knows that there are so many fragile insecure egos populating the landscape who must, simply must reassure everyone around them including themselves that they are a good person. Of course this can only be done at the expense of someone (or a group of someone) else. “I got a shelter dog unlike her/him (some generic fictitious person that possibly exists somewhere).
The reason this “shelter dog” thing is not working for me is this, where in the fuck else would you get a cat or dog if you don’t find one off the street than the shelter? Pet shops aren’t overflowing with dogs and cats and if they are and my reclusiveness has led me to a life of ignorance, take comfort in knowing that you no one will automatically assume you bought your dog or cat from a pet shop before they assume you got it from a shelter. If you are the type of person that someone will assume you bought it from a mill, pet shop or unscrupulous breeder then you already have a bigger image problem than adopting a shelter pet is going to fix, anyway.
It’s like I didn’t get the memo or am stuck in a different time or place because after a typical day of running errands, attending appointments, listening to office chatter and/or processing society’s white noise, I am left with the impression that life is about tooting your own horn, and not just a little bit, because I do understand if you don’t promote yourself no one else will, but it seems that everyone is going all out Kardashian style. “My vacuous no-filter but filter superficiality is GREAT and all of you are going to tell me every minute of every day how GREAT I am and if you skip a beat I will be there filling in the in the almost, but not quite there silence.”
Seems to be the phrase for 2013.