another heavy dose of funny truth

[Guest guest]

I reckon that duck hunters are the only hope for what used to be this

country. First, we'll catch all the school principal-ladies who want

to neuter boy kids, and we'll make'm disk-shaped. Maybe we can squash

them into a special skeet-mold and fill in the empty parts with quick-

hardening epoxy. Technology can do wonders these days.

Then we'll take the duck hunters to a really forlorn swamp, and put

the principal ladies into a great gynormous skeet-chucker, and

yell, " Pul-l-l-llllllll!

Ker-blaaam!

Then we'll put piranha in the swamp to eat what's left.

It's getting worse. I read in The Capital of polis, land,

home of the Naval Academy, that the principaless of West polis

Elementary has banned tag on the playground. Yep, tag: You're it.

It's for safety. Tag is dangerous. She is going to Protect Our

Children.

The principaless in question, Joan Brisco, described the horror of

tag.

" They would start up, and inevitably it got too rough. The reason we

stopped tag was because we didn't want them getting hurt. "

Well, I guess. I can imagine that the emergency rooms of polis

have done land-office trade in broken and bleeding children, victims

of tag. Probably the halls rattle with the tippy-tap of peg legs. No

doubt the children's studies suffer because of missing limbs. That's

how tag usually is. When I played tag as a kid, we always had the

shock-trauma unit on full alert.

If fact, tag is a leading cause of death in children, ranking just

behind meteor strikes.

" Rough " means boys.

Now, why do these ladies have their innards in an uproar over tag?

Because they are ladies. Usually when I see that some terrible danger

has been ended, as for example dodgeball, or a kid of six has been

expelled for drawing a picture of a soldier, a teacheress will be

behind it. Occasionally it's a New Age man, apparently a transsexual

who got stuck in mid passage.

We have feminized the schools. Worse, the teachers don't much like

boys.

There is a totalitarian strain in the female psyche. It isn't evil,

at least not in intention. Quite the oppposite -- in intention. Women

as a sex want to impose security, stability, and conventionality, at

all costs, on everything. They want a tyranny of the safe and

comfortable.

For which there is a good reason. Historically, mothers have been

women. Their instincts are to keep children alive, which is

difficult, especially with boys. Boys favor enthusiasm over

judgement. Before they are big enough, they want to climb things,

crawl into things, and play with things that bite.

They don't understand about coral snakes. Mommy does. A boy of seven

is quite sure it's a good idea to climb a utility pole and hang by

his toes from the high-tension lines. His mother is sure it isn't.

That's why he survives to manhood.

The trick to civilization is channeling male horsepower into useful

directions. Women are good at this. When a man wants to put a city to

the sword, or throw his boss from a high roof, she restrains

him. " Why don't we nuke China next week, honey? Or you could fiddle

with the whazzamajig on your Harley instead. "

When the female drive for security ceases to be a useful brake on

male energy, and becomes instead the dominant principle of existence,

the effect is stifling. That is what we have. A guy principal, unless

gelded, will let girls be girls and boys be boys. A gal principal

wants them both to be girls. A man will not try to force girls to

play football. A woman will try to force boys to stop playing it.

Because what is instinctive seems reasonable, few women have the

foggiest idea what makes men tick. (Or, God knows, vice versa.) Some

do. Some women scuba dive, jump out of airplanes, shoot

competitively. The average teacheress doesn't. She can't imagine why

boys like roughhousing, or hard-played basketball, or guns. When she

says tag is too rough, she means that it is too rough for her.

And with an intolerance peculiar to the sex, she believes that

anything she can't understand must be reformed. I am reminded of that

flotsam of wisdom, worn now by much passage over the Internet: When a

man marries, he believes that the woman won't change, and she does;

she believes that he will change, and he doesn't.

However, says the story, the school will allow tag in PE, " if their

teacher chooses to lead a group game. " Here is another facet of our

rewireour children: a distaste for things individual.

Now, liberals and conservatives usually amount to twin halves of a

national lobotomy, each cleaving passionately to its chosen lunacies,

but there are real differences between the two. The left loves

groups. Note that it's easy to get the political left to hold a

demonstration, for anything at all, and difficult to get

conservatives to demonstrate, for anything at all.

So tag is all right in a group, where it can be supervised, and

numbingly safe, and controlled, and impart Appropriate Values. Here

is what is really wanted: Control, control, control. Don't let kids

play whatever the hell they want to, and be kids. No. We must have a

group activity. Don't let them play Cowboys and Indians. We must

control how they think about gender and aboriginals. No dodgeball:

It's competitive, and we must control such an antisocial drive.

Forget tag: We must controls such violence. The schools now seem to

be branch offices of North Korea.

And finally the story mentions the school's " no-touching " policy, and

the county's rules on sexual harassment. In grade school. Always it

is there: The twisted prissy Puritanism, obsessed by the fear of sex,

yet determined to discover salaciousness everywhere. I think of the

spinster afraid that there might be a man hiding under her bed, and

equally afraid that there might not be. A profound anxiety underlies

the fear of almost everything: sex, childhood games, winning and

losing, physical contact, everything.

How can one not feel utter contempt for these frightened, hostile

parsnips of mediocrity?

There is some solace in that boys are not required to wear training

bras. Wait a few weeks. But you'll have to excuse me now. I'm working

on a skeet mold.

*******

He's the man.

And his name is Fred.

You may notice im not saying a lot after these posts- its cause im

not good at it.

People should do what people are good at, thats all.

Gareth.

[Guest guest]

Gareth wrote:

>I reckon that duck hunters are the only hope for what used to be this

>country. First, we'll catch all the school principal-ladies who want

>to neuter boy kids, and we'll make'm disk-shaped. Maybe we can squash

>them into a special skeet-mold and fill in the empty parts with quick-

>hardening epoxy. Technology can do wonders these days.

>Then we'll take the duck hunters to a really forlorn swamp, and put

>the principal ladies into a great gynormous skeet-chucker, and

>yell, " Pul-l-l-llllllll!

>Ker-blaaam!

>Then we'll put piranha in the swamp to eat what's left.

This is disgusting and offensive- you do want to kill women. What a stupid

statement- that " school principal ladies " want to neuter boys. I've never heard

of any school principles neutering boys. I'm sure if they did they'd be

arrested.

>It's getting worse. I read in The Capital of polis, land,

>home of the Naval Academy, that the principaless of West polis

>Elementary has banned tag on the playground. Yep, tag: You're it.

>It's for safety. Tag is dangerous. She is going to Protect Our

>Children.

This has to do with lawsuits and schools covering their butts in this sue-happy

society. It has nothing to do with women or feminism- you have no point.

>We have feminized the schools. Worse, the teachers don't much like

>boys.

Really? I never knew you had the resouces to prove that ALL teachers don't like

boys, or that even the majority do. When did you go out and interview them all?

>Because what is instinctive seems reasonable, few women have the

>foggiest idea what makes men tick. (Or, God knows, vice versa.) Some

>do. Some women scuba dive, jump out of airplanes, shoot

>competitively. The average teacheress doesn't.

You are making blanket statements about female teachers and you have nothing to

back it up except your obiously invalid patriarchal theories, full of

stereotypes. You jump to conclusions without evidence, and it seems to me that

if anything goes wrong, it's a woman's fault.

And finally the story mentions the school's " no-touching " policy, and

the county's rules on sexual harassment. In grade school. Always it

is there: The twisted prissy Puritanism, obsessed by the fear of sex,

yet determined to discover salaciousness everywhere. I think of the

spinster afraid that there might be a man hiding under her bed, and

equally afraid that there might not be. A profound anxiety underlies

the fear of almost everything: sex, childhood games, winning and

losing, physical contact, everything.

How is it that you know all about " prissy women " or is any woman who's not

loose and a free fuck a " prissy " to you? Is a woman who insists on being

respected a " prissy " to you?

The " no touch " rule is ridiculous, but this is not feminism and has nothing to

do with women. This is a school who may have had lawsuits in the past- some

overzealous parent, or something, or may be a staff member molested a kid and

now they are going overboard to cover themselves. The " no touch " rule isn't the

only example of " no tolerance " insanity that is in fact not really designed to

do anything except cover the school owner's and other power that be's ass. And

some " no tolerance " rules can and are used to attack feminism and women, to

really undermine the movement. So in the patriarchal mind it kills two birds

with one stone.

>How can one not feel utter contempt for these frightened, hostile

>parsnips of mediocrity?

How can one not feel utter pity for woman-haters using extreme nonsense that has

nothing to do with women or feminism as an excuse to support thier misogyny?

Jeanette

[Guest guest]

I agree with you. That whole scene about shooting school principles is

revolting. That is not a joke. That is sick.

If he can say that, then I can say what I'd like to do to rapists, wife-beaters

and misogynists.

But I have more dignity than that.

Jeanette

Re: another heavy dose of funny truth

I don't find ANY of what you're posting funny. All it seems like to me is

a bunch of feminine-hating backwards rhetoric designed to make men that

can't get dates feel better about themselves. Note I say feminine-hating,

*not* woman-hating -- it demeans men that are naturally more femme too, by

suggesting that they're only that way because they were

forced/coerced/brainwashed into it.

It also reminds me of the kind of crap that my ex used to snarl at me

whenever I acted like myself rather than like a clone of his spineless

slave of a mother. She was *not* happy acting that way: she had talents &

dreams of using them, but her husband was an emotionally abusive SOB, and

she felt that giving up what *she* wanted was just how things were supposed

to be. Big surprise, her son turned out to be an abusive SOB too, that

expected me to give up everything to be his slave just like his mom was to

his dad.

I'm in a relationship with a man I can actually respect now. Yeah, he is

openly emotional, he loves romantic stuff as well as Riverdance, is totally

non-aggressive, dislikes contact ball sports (football here in the USA),

enjoys scented candles, and has been accused repeatedly of being gay for a

variety of reasons. However, he's the strongest-willed, most courageous

fellow I've met, and that is why he has been able to remain himself despite

so many people telling him to go against his nature in order to be more

stereotypically male.

DeGraf ~*~ http://sonic.net/mustang/moggy

Proud HFA age 26 with a Proud AS partner age 35

[Guest guest]

> I agree with you. That whole scene about shooting school

>principles is

>revolting. That is not a joke. That is sick.

>If he can say that, then I can say what I'd like to do to rapists,

>wife-beaters

>and misogynists.

>But I have more dignity than that.

>Jeanette

it's sad when peoples have a choice to either be happy or be

miserable and wanting to spread the misery everywhere, this Fred

seems to be really full of misery and anger and hatred, it just

emanuates from the posts, yes. but the best thing we can do, and

thankfully we can do it, is walk away. so, nice efforts Jeannette,

but you can't argue against hatred, it just sits there eating up

peoples, and so the best thing you can do, as you'll not be heard

anyway is walk away from this one, yes. just hit delete button, yes.

let the person wallow up in their own self pity and loathing, no one

needs to be bothered by anything Fred says. you don't argue with

cancer, no, you cut it from your body, yes, and be done with it.

this is just pure hatred and malice talking, so best to give it no

attenition, no.

life is full of beauty and good peoples and we are all just trying

our best, yes, but wasting time on weak minded hating peoples is so

draining and unnecassary, be thankful of yourself and the things you

do, be pleased in your efforts, if other peoples choose hatred and

misery that is their choice, Fred is sadly in a pathetic state and is

to be pitied... unfortunately i feel pity to be wasted here and

better spent elsewhere, yes, so best just ignore, good luck Jeanette,

nice response you wrote anyway...

Juli, ASD, mother to Nicollete, Rett Syndrome and autism

[Guest guest]

--- Louise Gainor wrote:

> My definition: “Ladies” wear white dresses and are

> afraid to get

> dirt on themselves. Therefore, I do not qualify.

>

> I loved the rest of this, BTW. LMAO!

>

> Louis

>

> Hi Louis,

Way back in fourth grade was when our schools'

dress code changed and girls could start wearing pants

(yes kids, back in the stone age girls had to wear

dresses to school)

Anyhoo, we had this tiny sadistic French teacher

(probably why I didn't learn French well, heh) who

would walk around with a yardstick and whop girls on

the knees (who were wearing pants) if their knees were

parted more than four inches ---- " Ladies keep their

knees together!!!! " she'd screech, and then whop you

one.

So anytime I hear any French spoken, I suffer PTSD

and flashbacks and have this uncontrollable urge to

open my knees to a horrible eight inches!

;D

Nanne

=====

" Let's go get drunk on light again---it has the power to console. " --

Seurat

[Guest guest]

I didn't look through the entire site, but it

seemed the jist of what he was about/trying to portray

was a kind of world-weary humour, and not sure if I'd

say there was hatred there. And thereare other writers

who do it better. And, I imagine in terms of some of

the topics of late (on list)there may be a generation

gap in terms of some perspectives. Some things I used

to be more 'sensitive' about, but after life has

knocked you for a loop more than a few times I tend to

appreciate gritty realism a lot more.

Nanne

--- doublemom4 wrote:

>> >

> >

> it's sad when peoples have a choice to either be

> happy or be

> miserable and wanting to spread the misery

> everywhere, this Fred

> seems to be really full of misery and anger and

> hatred, it just

> emanuates from the posts, yes. but the best thing

> we can do, and

> thankfully we can do it, is walk away. so, nice

> efforts Jeannette,

> but you can't argue against hatred, it just sits

> there eating up

> peoples, and so the best thing you can do, as you'll

> not be heard

> anyway is walk away from this one, yes. just hit

> delete button, yes.

> let the person wallow up in their own self pity and

> loathing, no one

> needs to be bothered by anything Fred says. you

> don't argue with

> cancer, no, you cut it from your body, yes, and be

> done with it.

> this is just pure hatred and malice talking, so best

> to give it no

> attenition, no.

>

> life is full of beauty and good peoples and we are

> all just trying

> our best, yes, but wasting time on weak minded

> hating peoples is so

> draining and unnecassary, be thankful of yourself

> and the things you

> do, be pleased in your efforts, if other peoples

> choose hatred and

> misery that is their choice, Fred is sadly in a

> pathetic state and is

> to be pitied... unfortunately i feel pity to be

> wasted here and

> better spent elsewhere, yes, so best just ignore,

> good luck Jeanette,

> nice response you wrote anyway...

>

> Juli, ASD, mother to Nicollete, Rett Syndrome and

> autism

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

My mother told me that she once wore " pedal pushers " (some kind of pants, I

think. Like capris?) and she got sent home. She said they wore skirts or

" frocks " their whole school career. She loved pants after she graduated from

high school, and was a scandal in her neighborhood! To think....

I would never have made it back then! I like to sit with my ankle up on my

knee (crossing your legs at the ankle is useless, and crossing your knees

makes you leg go to sleep!) Imagine that in a dress! I would have had black

and blue knees at your school all the time, or been in jail for beating up a

teacher!

Louis

From: Cerulean

Way back in fourth grade was when our schools'

dress code changed and girls could start wearing pants

(yes kids, back in the stone age girls had to wear

dresses to school)

Anyhoo, we had this tiny sadistic French teacher

(probably why I didn't learn French well, heh) who

would walk around with a yardstick and whop girls on

the knees (who were wearing pants) if their knees were

parted more than four inches ---- " Ladies keep their

knees together!!!! " she'd screech, and then whop you

one.

So anytime I hear any French spoken, I suffer PTSD

and flashbacks and have this uncontrollable urge to

open my knees to a horrible eight inches!

;D

Nanne

[Guest guest]

> >> >

> > >

> > it's sad when peoples have a choice to either be

> > happy or be

> > miserable and wanting to spread the misery

> > everywhere, this Fred

> > seems to be really full of misery and anger and

> > hatred, it just

> > emanuates from the posts, yes. but the best thing

> > we can do, and

> > thankfully we can do it, is walk away. so, nice

> > efforts Jeannette,

> > but you can't argue against hatred, it just sits

> > there eating up

> > peoples, and so the best thing you can do, as you'll

> > not be heard

> > anyway is walk away from this one, yes. just hit

> > delete button, yes.

> > let the person wallow up in their own self pity and

> > loathing, no one

> > needs to be bothered by anything Fred says. you

> > don't argue with

> > cancer, no, you cut it from your body, yes, and be

> > done with it.

> > this is just pure hatred and malice talking, so best

> > to give it no

> > attenition, no.

> >

> > life is full of beauty and good peoples and we are

> > all just trying

> > our best, yes, but wasting time on weak minded

> > hating peoples is so

> > draining and unnecassary, be thankful of yourself

> > and the things you

> > do, be pleased in your efforts, if other peoples

> > choose hatred and

> > misery that is their choice, Fred is sadly in a

> > pathetic state and is

> > to be pitied... unfortunately i feel pity to be

> > wasted here and

> > better spent elsewhere, yes, so best just ignore,

> > good luck Jeanette,

> > nice response you wrote anyway...

> >

> > Juli, ASD, mother to Nicollete, Rett Syndrome and

> > autism

> >

> >

> >

[Guest guest]

meaning, hold fast like a knot to that one maybe?

> she balls her fists and makes knot motion.

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[Guest guest]

Sorry to see you go, Juli. Take care and drop us a line sometime.

We will miss you very much! :-(

Louis

Re: another heavy dose of funny

truth

> >> >

> > >

> > it's sad when peoples have a choice to either be

> > happy or be

> > miserable and wanting to spread the misery

> > everywhere, this Fred

> > seems to be really full of misery and anger and

> > hatred, it just

> > emanuates from the posts, yes. but the best thing

> > we can do, and

> > thankfully we can do it, is walk away. so, nice

> > efforts Jeannette,

> > but you can't argue against hatred, it just sits

> > there eating up

> > peoples, and so the best thing you can do, as you'll

> > not be heard

> > anyway is walk away from this one, yes. just hit

> > delete button, yes.

> > let the person wallow up in their own self pity and

> > loathing, no one

> > needs to be bothered by anything Fred says. you

> > don't argue with

> > cancer, no, you cut it from your body, yes, and be

> > done with it.

> > this is just pure hatred and malice talking, so best

> > to give it no

> > attenition, no.

> >

> > life is full of beauty and good peoples and we are

> > all just trying

> > our best, yes, but wasting time on weak minded

> > hating peoples is so

> > draining and unnecassary, be thankful of yourself

> > and the things you

> > do, be pleased in your efforts, if other peoples

> > choose hatred and

> > misery that is their choice, Fred is sadly in a

> > pathetic state and is

> > to be pitied... unfortunately i feel pity to be

> > wasted here and

> > better spent elsewhere, yes, so best just ignore,

> > good luck Jeanette,

> > nice response you wrote anyway...

> >

> > Juli, ASD, mother to Nicollete, Rett Syndrome and

> > autism

> >

> >

> >

[Guest guest]

--- Louise Gainor wrote:

> My mother told me that she once wore " pedal pushers "

> (some kind of pants, I

> think. Like capris?) and she got sent home. She said

> they wore skirts or

> " frocks " their whole school career. She loved pants

> after she graduated from

> high school, and was a scandal in her neighborhood!

> To think....

-----The only time I saw my mother in a dress was in

pics of her from the 30's to late 40's. She wore

those capri pants also, blue jeans and pants. When I

was a teen I found an old pair of side-buttoned

flannel lined jeans of her from the 30's and wore them

till they were worn out. Oh, had I had the foresight

to know of vintage jeans and collectible value!

>

> I would never have made it back then! I like to sit

> with my ankle up on my

> knee (crossing your legs at the ankle is useless,

> and crossing your knees

> makes you leg go to sleep!) Imagine that in a dress!

> I would have had black

> and blue knees at your school all the time, or been

> in jail for beating up a

> teacher!

>

> Louis

>

---------HA! Thank God that dress code changed when

it did. It was the result of the efforts of one very

determined female kindegarten teacher.

Nanne

> From: Cerulean

> Way back in fourth grade was when our schools'

> dress code changed and girls could start wearing

> pants

> (yes kids, back in the stone age girls had to wear

> dresses to school)

>

> Anyhoo, we had this tiny sadistic French teacher

> (probably why I didn't learn French well, heh) who

> would walk around with a yardstick and whop girls on

> the knees (who were wearing pants) if their knees

> were

> parted more than four inches ---- " Ladies keep their

> knees together!!!! " she'd screech, and then whop you

> one.

> So anytime I hear any French spoken, I suffer

> PTSD

> and flashbacks and have this uncontrollable urge to

> open my knees to a horrible eight inches!

> ;D

> Nanne

>

>

>

>

>

[Guest guest]

--- Louise Gainor wrote:

> I agree. It was stereotype to the extreme. My

> definition of humor

> has always been tragedy in the extreme, so it made

> me laugh. We

> all know it was a joke, even if in bad taste.

> ‘Course we Aspies

> love odd humor anyhow!

>

> Louis

>

------Well, you and I do at least....some people have

to wear their sensitivities on their sleeves and take

offense at every blasted thing....

Nanne

> Re: another heavy dose

> of funny

> truth

>

> I didn't look through the entire site, but it

> seemed the jist of what he was about/trying to

> portray

> was a kind of world-weary humour, and not sure if

> I'd

> say there was hatred there. And thereare other

> writers

> who do it better. And, I imagine in terms of some

> of

> the topics of late (on list)there may be a

> generation

> gap in terms of some perspectives. Some things I

> used

> to be more 'sensitive' about, but after life has

> knocked you for a loop more than a few times I tend

> to

> appreciate gritty realism a lot more.

>

> Nanne

>

>

>

>

> [Non-text portions of this message have been

> removed]

>

>

>