About time to declare, “Mission Accomplished,” eh, girls?
See, I’m not just about making firearms’ related designs…
(I created this design and then made-a-t-shirt for an internet friend four-and-a-half years ago, after he used the phrase on a YouTube ‘cast and it popped into my mind. Was inspired to bring it out of mothballs, today, when Terrence Popp nearly used the very same phrasing in THIS video.)
“Inspired” by THIS Steven Crowder video and no, I couldn’t watch more than a few minutes.
Silhouette of SA 330 Puma helicopter based upon a design diagram by Jetijones, and used under Creative Commons agreement.
As a supporter, now a recent viewer of the film, I similarly presumed going on Jaye’s documentary-adventure, “The Red Pill,” would hold no big surprises for me. Famous last words…but why so cocky, you ask?
I was Red-Pilled Long Ago…Who Would’ve Thought I Had So Much to Learn
I’ve been aware of the Men’s Rights Movement (via avoiceformen.com) since late 2011 – participating actively there for several years: commenting often and writing a few pieces that Paul Elam published on the site. My most cherished memories of “those days” are the many amazing people and speakers I met (see photos in collage, above) at AVFM’s first International Conference on Men’s Issues in 2014, which had to be moved from downtown Detroit to a nearby suburb, “thanks” to credible threats of terrorism…from Feminists.
(A portion of the footage Jaye uses in the film even came from that conference, including some of a Warren Farrell speech, the by-the-lake Honey Badger interviews, and a panel featuring anti-paternity-fraud champion Carnell Smith (paternityfraud.com/linkspage.html).)
To Boldly Go Where No Feminist Typically Dares to Go…Unless It’s To Disrupt
Cassie Jaye is a young women who boldly went where most of her Feminist sisters will never go…to their ideological opposition. Even more radical, was how she went: NOT screaming, NOT blockading, and NOT making threats of violence, but rather, with a willingness to listen. To learn. And to reconsider, even jettison, intellectual inconsistencies, without regard for the personal paradigm-shifts such honesty can bring.
We viewers get to witness the earliest part of this “shift,” I believe, in one of her video-diary segments (1:20:00). I got emotional right along with her. It’s not often an individual can feel the philosophical pillars of their world trembling beneath their feet and yet resist running from the room, even the building, screaming in protest. For her to stay and ride it out come what may? Courageous. Bravo.
I had to get out a notebook as I watched and listened, just like I had at that 2014 conference. I’m betting you will, too. The following people, moments, and insights were the ones that stood out most for me. I’d love to know your unique take-away or perhaps your gut reaction to this grand filmmaking effort.
Feminism Only Exists in The West Because of CHIVALRY – I Never Realized That Before
Fred Hayward* was a new MRA to me, though he has been in the fight for many years. He made a bold yet spot-on observation (00:17:00) about one of Big-Feminism’s stock-in-trade claims. Oh, how they love to spout off about how “Male-WORK is valued above women’s,” and now with the creation of their so-called Pay-Gap, they have finally found a concrete embodiment of a fundamental bio/behavioral difference between the sexes. Which was the only way to intrigue and then mobilize the mob, i.e. to bring the cerebral “fight” down to the physical street level.
As Cassie Jaye and Hayward discuss the matter, she masterfully illustrates in the film, the difference in Value isn’t because women are worth-less. Feminists conveniently FAIL to notice the unseen benefits the “Systemic Chivalry” (my term) has always afforded women. It has always protected them from literally dangerous jobs, from highly probable dangers, and even from possible dangers (0:16:30+).
In short, “Women’s LIVES are more valued than men’s.”
Proving It By-the-Numbers (Again Surprising Me)
I didn’t realize that even in today’s Strong-Independent-Don’t-Need-No-Man mantra-soaked era, Chivalry was still systemic. As Sully Sullenberger made his amazing January 2009 Hudson River landing (00:18:00), the invisible chivalrous Patriarchy was rearing its ugly head. That freezing cold New York afternoon, the Patriarchy decided whose SAFETY was paramount. Did it pick the rich or First-Class passengers? Or a survival-of-the-fittest line? Or a randomly-formed one? Nope. Nope. Nope.
It chose “women and children” to be rescued first! Just as Hayward had said. The good, hardworking, and honorable women, and any who may have been deceitful, treacherous, or violently bad muthas (and all flavors in between). ALL of the ones with the genital-V had the red-blood-soaked cape of Female Privilege laid across that particular day’s “mud puddle,” granting them a speedier less harrowing – safer – exit.
Another related personal surprise I got from watching “The Red Pill” came moments earlier (00:17:30+). You’ve heard the barrage of media chatter proclaiming Equality, Equality, my kingdom for Women’s Equality and how it needs, oh, golly, it needs to apply to the Military or, or, we’ll all just die…meaning it’s a woman’s right to be a front-line (even Elite unit) warrior. Jaye, however, animates Hayward’s point – that Women’s Lives Are More Precious – via a dramatic tallying-up of War-Death stats. Over 98% of them have been and are still American MEN. The fighting, bleeding, and dying in all the war zones shown – from Korea up to today – is, has, and likely always WILL BE done by men.
Hillary Clinton: Chivalrous? I Think So
The pièce de résistance of the current purposeful undermining of the American military (and proving the perpetual Equal-Rights sans Equal-Responsibility Hypocrisy of feminists and most of their LEFTIST cheerleaders), comes at (1:43:30), just ten minutes before the end of the film. Listen carefully to that February 2016 clip of an Anderson Cooper town hall; it only lasts a few moments. In it, Cassie Jaye allows the wannabe Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces, candidate-Hillary Clinton, to hoist herself on her own Patriarchy-Bad…But-But-Chivalry petard.
Not many viewers, red-pilled by the content so far, are likely to be surprised as über-feminist Clinton does what politicians often do best: she dodges a golden-bullet of an opportunity to display her Women’s Equality chops. But proud Grandma Clinton just CAN’T bring herself to answer Cooper in the affirmative, to support women (to include her precious grand-daughter!) being required by Law to REGISTER for the draft. (Note: she then pivots to something “universal” and a hell of a lot less dangerous to women…voter-registration.
How’s that for a woman claiming to have spent an entire career fighting for women’s & girls,’ privileges, er, rights?
Beware of Playing with Leftists: Just When You Think You Know Where the Goalposts Are They Will Move Them
Other than the filmmaker’s personal video-diary “entries,” it’s impossible to know how much of the other information is presented in chronological order. I sincerely wish I knew. Her interview with Erin Pizzey (1:16:00+), a true champion and iconic figure in the pioneering of domestic violence shelters, reveals how a key Feminist Change of Course occurred back around 1970. Pizzey says the ideology needed a new “cause” to keep themselves in the media spotlight (and more importantly, to keep the government-subsidies rolling in). So it was at this point the female Marxists among them dropped the “Capitalism” ball (thereby kicking the goal of Socialism/Communism to the side), while they picked up the nuclear-family-annihilating Patriarchy “ball.”
From 1970 forward, All-Men became the Enemy of All-Women (whether the women recognized it or not). Oh, and the sweet, sweet Goalposts in The War of the Sexes, now, could waft here and there and back again, in an ever amorphous fog called quote-unquote Equality…of everything, everywhere, from now on, and for all time, until…when, exactly?
Until that glorious day (in the less foggy Future) when Feminists pronounce from the mountain top: We’re finally happy because everything is now Equal “enough.” Or not.
We’ve Only Just Begun…The War Between the Sexes or 100-Years War II?
“Angel of light,” Katherine Spillar, executive editor at Ms. Magazine, all grins at one point, shares the depressing news with Jaye (0:38:00+), that those evil MRA’s are full of hot air: “We (women) are just BEGINNING to get an even playing-field here; it’s NOT tilted-in-our-favor, and they (those pesky MRA’s) know it…” Translation: MRA’s claims of bias, hostility, reverse discrimination, in short a growing systemic inequality towards Men, are all lies.
So, don’t stop protesting, or burning your bras, yet girls. Or crafting 3-D fabric vajay-jays to wear to those spontaneous marches (for example, A Day Without a Woman, March 8, 2017).
I have to wonder if Cassie had video (and cut it out) where she asks Ms. Spillar: “Um, ma’am, since this scam, I mean, fight, is running so long into overtime, shouldn’t we maybe stop aborting all our kids so they can keep it up after we’re dead and gone?”
The Ultimate Hypocrisy: Women As Victim is the Opposite of Empowerment (Duh)
21st century feminists are as dependent on Chivalry as any Medieval maiden. The difference? Women today shout all day long they’re Strong and Independent, while their actions – and the media’s covering fire – continually proclaim them as Victims. Sometimes it’s so subtle, the Blue Pilled will never notice. When it’s literal (“partner violence” or “parent-child” violence), and the companion stats prove women are nearly as violent towards their male partners or children, well, that information is swept under the rug. (Not literally of course, feminists don’t “do” floors.)
A more powerful illustration of the MSM’s use of cover language to gain empathy and action for females, while ignoring the plight of men and boys, would be hard to find than the news stories the film covers from Africa (1:29:00+). The sequence of headline after headline covering Boko Haram’s Islamic massacres of mostly boys and men is contrasted with their kidnapping of young women and girls. Who received the greater coverage and who actually suffered the greater harm (death)?
Speaking of Bogeymen
Karen Straughan (1:39:35+) a.k.a. Girl Writes What, is a well known and well-respected MRA. In her short appearance she succeeds brilliantly at the impossible. She manages to get her hands around the throat, capturing the essence of that Patriarchal fog monster created nearly a half-century ago by Big-Feminism. To paraphrase her religious analogy: “Patriarchy” is Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Invisible, and Bad. Really Bad. To her, it sounds like Patriarchy is identical to The Devil! Meanwhile, up on Earth…Feminism is, she says, that beautiful, harmless, and put-upon Force-for-Justice, presumably I’d suggest, on a white horse and holding aloft a gleaming set of government-certified scales. She-Whom-We-All-Have-Been-Waiting-For (…And-Must-Obey).
Straughan then shines her laser light closer in on the evil hypocrisy of feminists, excoriating them for feigning innocence when they claim they’re, “…not blaming Men…we’re just naming everything-bad after Men.” (Here is her must-see talk from the ICMI 2014 conference. Here’s her YouTube Channel.)
Better Life-Lessons Than Those From “Hollywood”
Most of us have binge-watched something. And it was likely a pretty un-enriching experience. Sure, the famous Life-lesson, “Just be faster than one other person,” that we got from that “Walking Dead” all-nighter is pretty funny…but now you’ve snapped out of the TV trance, it’s of course completely useless. Points made in “The Red Pill’s” mere two-hours, on the other hand, will be worth the time invested in a real-world practical way. Even if you’re not naturally inclined to grab a notebook and scribble madly during documentaries!
Based upon my experience, both in the world of the MRM and in watching this film about it, I can guarantee 100% that you will learn something unique and valuable. And because I believe this so strongly, I’m very confident that if you watch it with an open mind (and heart) – intuitively grasping the significance – you will become a better person for having done so.
I hope you will take the transformative Red-Pill journey made possible by this amazing young filmmaker, and then pass it on to others.
* Note: I was unable to find a website for Fred Hayward’s organization, “Men’s Rights, Inc.,” but this is an excellent, albeit old, article from October 2000: http://www.salon.com/2000/10/19/mens_choice/
It’s taken three weeks to finish this thing. I’d hoped it’d run under 1500 words so I could submit it a new website I’d found, but somehow it got away from me, growing to just “shy” of 5000 words. 😦
From the Overview:
A future apocalypse is a perennial favorite in fiction. At the direction of authors and screenwriters, it has befallen our planet in countless ways. We’ve been overrun by zombies, aliens, machines; been done-in by enviro-disasters, medical-hazards, plummeting asteroids; been besieged by falling sharks, crawling fish, monstrous mutant insects; and finally, perhaps scariest of all, we’ve merely suffered to death under the boots or pumps of bleak totalitarians.
Welcome to 2016, wherein the feminized West is well into the process of eating its own tail. You see, in the real world, if one simply has patience, humans can be taken step by teeny tiny step until an entire civilized people are willing to commit cultural-suicide. Can those of us with eyes still wide open get our countrymen to stop before they get to a vital organ? Stay tuned.
full essay: “Fracturing Feminist Fairytales or Quick, take the last exit before Fury Road”
I know this has been going on for a few years, but here’s the latest at Breitbart.
Inspired by this Bastion of Liberty article (and the Salon article linked within it).
A number of years ago, back in Obama’s first term, I did a comic strip for a short while called, “4000 Fewer Feminists.” The title came from the average number of abortions each day done in the USA at the time. I chose 4000 rather than 2000, presuming not only females would/could grow up to become Feminists.
While uptight “Liberals” worry about frat-boys, I say ban this whole damn “religion” called Islam.
My husband James and I just got back from a lovely birthday lunch – he turned fifty-five today. Of course he’d known it would be great; we were, after all, at a restaurant of his choosing. Halfway through that meal I stumbled upon what I think could be a mind-blowing “litmus test” for men out there still willing to date women.
I could be wrong but I’m really hoping there are four, maybe five such men left in America (maybe a couple more out in the far reaches of the Empire), you who still date or would like to, if only……so as Bill Nye the Science Guy used to say, Please; consider the following. (I’d love to hear what you four think.)
So, there we were, not only senior-citizens (Gag!) but “a couple,” in a place designed from the parking lot forward for guys or groups of them. Infused with testosterone it was. It all begins with the business’ double entendre name (Twin Peaks p.s. I have no personal interest in this chain). It then carries through with a rustic cabiny-décor, juxtaposed with dozens of flat screens broadcasting sports, a ¼-mile racetrack of a bar…and oh, off to the side a wall of funny t-shirts (favorite one above) that could easily bring down some kind of Hate-Crime-against-Women I’m sure! Other than the female hostess and all-female wait staff, I was only one of three women customers when we first sat down at about high-noon. During our meal a couple more Olders came in with husbands presumably, a couple more Youngers with boyfriends, equally presumably.
Being in a restaurant overflowing with the proverbial buxom waitresses? I confess it took me a few minutes to get acclimated. Maybe it was all that fresh mountain air and the alpine altitude. Certainly it was different in a good way from what I’d felt in the past – merely upon contemplating such an establishment from afar. Then it’d been annoyance. With a vigorous pooh-poohing I could always dismiss the whole idea of those kinds of so-called restaurants. They were mere excuses for men to go and ogle pretty girls without the “stigma” of a strip club or the out-of-the-way drive. And a man’s got to eat lunch doesn’t he?
Which brings me to the first three things I realized today: 1) the food was much better than I imagined it’d be; it was terrific actually (fried pickles & chicken-fried chicken done to perfection, “Knotty Brunette” beer icy/slushy, pulled pork mini-sliders moist & flavorful); 2) our server was only one year older than our daughter; and 3) waitresses in uniforms “like that” should AVOID tan-lines.
“She’s the best looking one here,” my husband said most of the way through the meal. I assumed he meant our waitress, but realized he was looking towards the bar. “She’s OK,” I said, scrutinizing the long-haired brunette – I guess subconsciously, I guess for a flaw – when, Bingo! Found one, so I added quickly, “She could use more eye make-up, though.” God. I couldn’t believe I was advocating a 20-something go further out on the Cosmetics’ Ledge I’d been trying (in vain) to talk our daughter back down from for several years now.
I can see now that comment was My Bad, My Petty Ugly (typical female!!!) Bad. Afterwards I looked more closely at our waitress as she went here and there to her other tables. She was, in fact, one of the cuter ones. Natural (unlike some that were a bit unusually well-endowed); not wildly tatted; casually smiling (unlike one who’d looked very sour as she brought our food on behalf of our waitress). And then it dawned on me. This restaurant was The Perfect First-Date Place for men. It’s very raison d’etre is to be Male-Friendly. Add to that it’s inexpensive; the food is pretty simple (mostly all-American favorites) and very deelish; plus, plus, plus, they offer Glenlivet (and a nice selection of beer, too).
So choose one of these guy-spots you few, you happy, hardy few gents-still-dating and I’m certain you’ll get a deeper “peak” into your date’s brain in one short night than a therapist could in a year. Her skull may start thinning, hence exposing its inner workings/her true personality from the moment you pull into the parking lot. Just what does this female think about the business’ blatant nod to Male Sexuality? Does she “get it?” Does she understand: 1) men always like to Look-at-Women; 2) they always have; 3) it’s not SAFE for men to do so in most other places given today’s Femi-twisted world; and 4) if she’s offended at #3, does she understand that makes her a part of the problem of #3? And now, unto the breach…
Once inside, does she seem comfortably conscious of her own exposed flesh or uncomfortable with the “competition?” Is she happily or lightheartedly observing (even comparing herself to) the waitresses or sullenly sizing them up and down (and muttering!)? Is she eager to be seated or more eager in suggesting an alternative dining establishment, say, something quote nicer or quieter (read: more expensive or where all eyes might be more apt to be on her)? Have you started to your table yet?
You might consider going ahead of her. This not only saves you from running into her if you get distracted and she stops suddenly, it shows you’re no ladies-first Neo-Con slash Traditionalist. Besides if you do reconnoiter the room in transit (with full knowledge she can see you) and she then fires icy stares across the table as soon as you sit down, what more could you possibly need to know?
I wish you the best of luck administering this unique litmus-test. In the event you’ve already quit dating, might I suggest instead you give a Twin Peaks restaurant your undivided attention? Bon appetit.
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