December 29, 2011
Alright where was I, oh yea TV sitcoms portrayals of men and more specifically dads. But it isn’t only sitcoms it is all over the media. Even in the vast majority of our advertising, the dad’s, and men in general are portrayed as helpless lovable(ish) oafs…(“Oh Dad!!” as he foolishly expects that the family would have saved him an Eggo at breakfast).
And again, this isn’t something new, my pointing this out isn’t even new. Others more respected and more listened to than I have pointed this out. So we can all accept it as fact.
All right well all this is good enough, but does it back my claim that women, unchecked, are ruining our culture.
Well, while that statement is accurate, it is not specifically accurate, because of course I mean the slow feminization of our country (as much pussy mens fault? [don't worry we'll get to that]) , the softening, this new touchy feely America, an America mostly concerned with its health, its fat intake, its overall mood (do we need more pills to make us happy?), its shopping habits. This is the new America.
But wait you bastards, that’s not all, bullying, eating disorders, the loss of the idea of individual willpower over our addictions. This is all a part of the feminizing of our culture, no one should feel bad anymore, there should be no mean people, and women…okay I’ll change that…and pussy’s…What? That’s not better?
When I was a boy there was a saying, “sticks & stones…” okay ya know it? Wait some of you younger kids don’t? All right here it is “Sticks & stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me” this is what your parents told you when you came home crying about being called fat (’cause you were fat). And ya’ wanna know the ugly truth…even though I hated that as a child…it made me a better adult.
All right, you say all that may be true but how…? Because wom..pu…people with feminine tendencies believe the federal government is the tool to assure that no one ever has their feelings hurt, that people all live healthy lives (whatever the latest momentary trend demands we do), that fairness (defined by whim) trumps progress, that accidents, injury (and possibly even old age?) can be legislated out of existence. It is out of control. The government is not meant to be our mommy you stupid ass…
Okay so Lil’ Mouse will want me to be nicer so I will try(and I know I’m runnin long again but hang in there almost done)…
Our country is broke, going deep in the hole because the federal government is involved and acting in all sorts of ways it was never designed to do. This is just the ugly truth, we don’t have the money to feed every poor ass bastard who somehow can’t feed themselves, let alone use the the power of the f-ing fed to make sure a 400 lbs trans gendered Hmong parapalegic wasn’t prejudiced because of his race, sexual identity, abilities, or f-ing weight. I mean I can’t even believe that we have gotten to the point were my opinion is considerd the crazy one.
So again, to make sure my point is clear, I don’t care, I accept and understand that women want America, our society, the world to be this great thing. It is an honorable goal and in keeping with their nature of nothing ever being good enough (remember Garden of Eden?).
I just mind that they have hijacked the federal government to do it.
Yep I said it, I put it out there.
But that exposes something different than you think. It exposes who I really hold to blame for such a sad state of affairs. It is me, it is us, we, my brethren…Men. And that’s who I’ll start to talk about next.
Now my beautiful smart tough and incredibly competent (hi sweetie) Lil’ Mouse laughed when I told her I was wrapping up my women bashing blogs, and she of course is right, but I meant as an over all specific focus, I got more fish to fry.
If I was better at this blog thing (or less dysfunctional) I could perhaps separate my topics with pages, but that seems like a hell of a lot of work Cats and Kittens, and I am trying to keep this as much like fun for me (and as little like work) as possible. After all…live laugh love…ya f-ing retards. This is the Dysu wishing you rainbow wishes and unicorn dreams
December 12, 2011
Hi, everybody! Well, since Dysu hasn’t updated in over a week I figured I should pick up the slack. Similar to how I pick up a lot of dirty socks and vertical cigarettes, precariously balancing on the table under the weight of 2 inches of ashes. (How does he do that? And WHY?) I know he isn’t any less crabby so perhaps he’s just stewing a very large, meaty rant. It also could have something to do with purchasing a new video game, but don’t worry—something will tick him off soon enough.
I know everybody is dying to know what Dysu is like in real life. If you have read the rants you can just add in a couple of hours of video game playing, coffee drinking and chain smoking and you will get a general picture. Of course, I’m contractually obligated to never reveal his true, tender and loving side. Which doesn’t exist– because, obviously, men don’t allow their women to choose what to watch on Netflix, offer an opinion on an outfit or feign interest in more than twenty minutes of “feelings talk”.
Real Men ™ are fairly similar to Gary Cooper in High Noon. There’s a stoney outer shell which protects a pinkish (granite) inside. They are often quiet because they are contemplating how to do the rightist right thing and thus have no time for chit chat. Because they are generally right, or at least right by the end of the film, they are rewarded with gun rights and the privilege of making decisions. It’s very quaint.
There are still advantages to old fashioned men in this modern world and I recommend that every woman keep one around the house. For instance, while I am hard pressed to release an ounce of control over anything I can still prey on his traditional need to do man work like take out the trash and car maintenance. Beautiful modern feminism has a great way of fulfilling a need to be the boss while avoiding unpleasant bossy things like paying for dates or mowing the lawn. While those Real Men ™ may have been stoic, stern and sagacious they simply did not have the numbers in the HR department or the intense, marathon chit chat skills. Dems the breaks, Gary.
This brings me to my ultimate point: I’d like to officially say that the opinions of Dysu are his alone and do not reflect the opinions of his parent company, Little Mouse the Boss. Frankly, it’s easier to let him rage out his issues because it distracts him from realizing my supreme supremacy in decision making. Thanks Herman Cain Controversy—Chunky Peanut Butter and You’ve Got Mail it is! While I am often confused or mortified by Dysu’s views I guess I’ll keep him around. I really don’t like to take out the trash.