Feminism is the belief that men are entirely useless, except when men are destructive and evil. If you think any man ever had any skill, knowledge or virtue that entitled him to be treated with courtesy and respect, you are not a feminist. According to feminism, all that is good and worthy in human history — all important accomplishments, every act of courage and kindness — has been done by women. Anyone who believes otherwise has been brainwashed by the patriarchal myth that males have imposed on society as “history” and so-called “science.”
Such are the esoteric doctrines of feminism, the core ideology that inspires their endless complaints about inequality and oppression. By proclaiming that they have a monopoly of wisdom and virtue, feminists thereby empower themselves to tell the rest of us what we are allowed to say and what we are permitted to think. If at any time you make any statement that is not consistent with feminist ideology, you will be vilified and insulted, shouted down by the feminist mob that exercises a heckler’s veto over public discourse. Totalitarian movements require totalitarian tactics, and the foremost goal of feminists is to silence those whom they aim to enslave or destroy. See for yourself:
A funny thing happened on the way to the Seattle Seahawks’ victory over the Green Bay Packers on January 18.
My mother was the only person in the house watching the game.
My dad, an avid runner and cyclist, found the local trails more alluring than the hype surrounding the NFC championship. My older brother had initially come to make dinner for them later that night, but in the meantime had gone to work out, uninterested in the outcome of the game (my younger brother is an avid football fan and most certainly was watching it in his home).
Meanwhile, I’m the only man left in the house, albeit I’m pecking away at my laptop trying to get some work done.
At one point I got yet another call from my lonely mother asking if I’ll watch the game with her. I stopped and asked myself, What is going on here? Why am I, a man, not watching the game while my mother, who normally watches the Hallmark Channel, can’t take her eyes off of it?