Comic Book Franchises: No Respect For Our Memories

"Now for the guys. What a mess. One guy is in a skinny tie like he’s the British Invasion and the other guy is Dead Poet’s Society. The guys are just drones in this show, endlessly circulating around the females hoping for a singular opportunity to mate with them and then die,...

...The guys look identical. I notice this a lot in these fantasy and adventure shows. The males are cast with actors who almost look identical. It’s because they don’t really matter. The women are the stars here. The two guys’ hairstyles are identical non-descript mushes of off-black on top of eggheads. The guy standing behind Lady Doctor Who is probably named 'Colin' or 'Grant' or something. The guy on the right is named 'Hey you.'"

Power Corrupts (When You Raise A Nation Of Cowards)

 

 If you ask me, this kind of goes against the whole theory that American men should be metrosexual, and show their feelings more:

"Given a frightened population, Congress can legislate away liberties just as easily as tyrants can seize power."

 

 But, if everybody-who's-anybody has been meditating, doing yoga, and finding "balance" all this time - and we've been repeatedly assured they have - then why are they, still, so so full of fear? 

   

 Methinks somebody's been lying, during - and about - this whole set-up,...

 

Songs About Killing The Bitch - Part I

I'm going to be dropping a few of these on you over the course of the day, because it's a topic I think is worth addressing:

Whatever happened to songs about killing the bitch?

Or, rather, whatever happened to songs about wanting to kill the bitch? You know, nothing with the kind of seriousness you hear in Hendrix's "Hey, Joe", or the countless male/female threats and beatdowns you can find in Rap ("Wear the wrong color outfit/can get your mouth split") but just a general kind of, almost lighthearted, if-you-fuck-up of a warning song? Did they disappear with the rise of feminism and the metrosexual? I know women have made them, because I did a post on them (I'll find it for you and put a link in a later edition of this series) but what's happened to the men? Or am I missing them?



Of course, I'm not part of the whole Grrrl Power thing, because - let's face it - I can kick the ass of 99% of the girls out there, so the very idea was a joke, everyone pretending women were strong, protected by laws and a culture designed to hem men in to allow women to act like fools at everyone's expense (Oh shit, Rush is discussing the founder of Earth Day killing a woman - figures). There were, and always have been, tough women (Annie Oakley, Calamity Jane, etc.) so all feminist culture did was allow the female versions of male jerks free reign. But did the Grrrl Power thing also destroy the Kill The Bitch song? If you've got a comment, or a suggestion, let me know:

I'll keep the rest of you posted.

Veins? Cuts? Calluses? Welts? Blisters? What?

Despite the fact I fit the profile, I don't think this is true at all, but I like the way they connect manliness to it:

Forget witty chat-up lines and splashing on the aftershave.

It appears the secret of a man’s attractiveness to the opposite sex lies in his hands.

Men whose ring fingers are longer than their index fingers are seen as better bets by women, a study found. By contrast those seen as wimpier sorts will have longer index fingers.

"Wimpier sorts".

No, no - we can't be having that.

"NewAge Fun With A Vintage Feel" (Dickheads)

Honestly, I didn't know: it just jumped out at me. I swear.

Tanku Varadarajan: Your Fly's (Still) Wide Open

This is a classic:

My day started off with a huge laugh, as I read Tunku Varadarajan's hilarious column on Barack Obama's loss of sex appeal, but my laughter was at Varadarajan - not Obama - because the man (and I use the term lightly here) makes so many comments that are un-manly I can't help but picture him as a gay guy in leather chaps thinking he's being masculine. He says Obama:

...leaves America without a single politician of stature with any sex appeal at all. It’s enough to make one weep.

Awww, poor Tanku, left without one power-broker that he can masturbate to at night. The big fag.

He goes on and on about how women reacted to Obama's candidacy - like Tanku was their gay boyfriend - making it clear he got off on it as much as they did. What straight male would do that? What happened to the reaction I shared with Joe Jackson:

"Is she really going out with him?
Is she really going to take him home tonight?
Is she really going out with him?
Well if my eyes don't deceive me there's something going wrong around here."

I remember once, during the election, I heard this ugly woman talking to her equally-ugly daughter about Barack, saying, "Finally, I'm going to be able to vote for a handsome president!" and all I could think was, yea, a man who'd never look at you.

I mean, all this talk of sex - over a man who, to real men, was a loser from the very start? It just goes to show you why following the lead of women, metrosexuals, and gays, is such a waste: they'll drool over anything with a shiny veneer.

There was something about him that was both clean-cut and revolutionary; and it was no doubt electrifying that many millions of American women were so openly adoring of a black man.

"Electrifying"? Again: I can't help but picture poor Tanku with his manhood in his hand, working it furiously. But, I guess, I can't be too surprised: Remember during the election when all those reporters on Barack's plane - male and female - were going crazy over Barack in his MOM jeans? I knew they were crazy then. The same goes for that famous shirtless photo of Barack on the beach - was that lanky hairless visage really an image of masculinity? Or even more compelling evidence of the Left's mass delusion? I voted, emphatically, for the latter.

People have asked me why I'm not interested in having sex these days, and said my constant complaints are "not sexy" (a charge Tanku eventually levels at the post-election Barack as the reward for his failures) but, here, I'll now ask a question in return:

How sexy is anyone who was dumb enough to be turned on by a lamer like Barack Obama?

I mean, how am I supposed to want to have sex with anyone when so many are, not just bad judges of character, but of man-flesh? Women currently make me feel the same way I did about Glenn Beck's religious Tea Party gathering on the mall:

All the important parts are in all the right places - but there ain't shit going on upstairs - and good sex starts in the mind, people.

I'll end this by admitting - whether it's in the world of sensuality or politics - the rest of you strike this black man as a really bad fuck.

Oh, and I think someone should hook Tanku up with Gavin Newsom:

He needs a new boyfriend.

The Tortoise (And The Hair Of The Dog)

Sometimes, it seems like this conservative black man's blog is so ahead of the curve it can only appear to be coming up fast behind society. Lookit:

Arguments are good for you - just as I've said, and just as I do.

Nobody likes that sad clown NewAge Julia Roberts movie - and, to emphasize the "macho" meme, it even got trounced by a group of real men.

Macho men earn more money than men who are pussies - probably because they also do manly work.

The Metrosexual is dead, baby - not that they ever seemed very alive, if you know what I mean. (I've never been the walk in the woods type, myself,...mean dancer, though.)

And Mr. "Hit Back Twice As Hard" is now telling his followers "Don't give in to fear" - well, I told him not to fuck with us, but he didn't listen. "It's the end of conservatism!" Yea, right. That's why Bush T-shirts saying "Miss Me Yet?" are outselling Obama's.

Too late now, chumpy:

You should've been down with us "Real Americans" from the beginning - and then your punk ass wouldn't just be down now.

Bwaaaaa-haaaa-haaaa-haaaaa-haaaaa-haaaa!

Women are attracted to macho men and see modesty as a sign of evolutionary weakness, a study has shown.

I've got nothing really to add here - except I've been right, and the rest of you pussies have been wrong, all along, whether you like it or not.

Now suck it up, you little bitches.

Not Safe For Work (Or Much Of Anything Else)

"I think the male libido is in decline — and I blame the feminisation of men that has taken place over the past 15 years or so. Like most trends, this one began in America and has now crossed the Atlantic. I remember being shocked on first entering the bathroom of an American male in 1995. There, carefully lined up on a stainless steel shelf, was a larger array of beauty products than you’d expect to see in Cheryl Cole’s boudoir. Admittedly, this was a sophisticated New Yorker in his mid-30s — a metrosexual, if you will — but even so. Did he really have to go to bed every night wearing a mask of Kiehl’s Facial Fuel? It seemed extraordinary.

Fifteen years later, it is now the norm. British men in their twenties spend a small fortune on cosmetic products. Back in the eighties, we would have been worried about being called 'gay' if we used fake tan, but that fear has gone the way of the Sinclair C5. When I find myself in the West End on a Friday night, I see young men who have clearly spent as much time getting ready as your average woman. And I’m not just talking about Old Compton Street.

At the risk of sounding like a Grumpy Old Man, I do find this trend pretty reprehensible. Vain women are bad enough, but there’s nothing more pathetic than a vain man. In Shakespeare’s plays, over-attention to dress is always the hallmark of a fool, from Osric’s bonnet to Malvolio’s garters. Since the dawn of time, manliness has always been synonymous with a complete indifference to personal grooming. It’s not simply that real men don’t eat quiche; they don’t moisturise, either.

Surely, it is this gender reversal — with men becoming more like women as women become more like men — that accounts for the decline in male sexual desire. It is hard to imagine a metrosexual throwing a woman over his shoulders and marching off into the primeval forest — he’d be too worried about messing up his hair."

-- Toby Young, on the sad world feminism has created - and the sad men, too - creating an existence where no one is really sexy, or fun, but just sad and desperate, according to The Telegraph.

Madonna Is A Stupid, Uninteresting, Miserable, Insecure, Immature, And Totally Worthless Bitch

"Boys know what's what. They put you in your place - and quite right, too."

-- Libby Purves, getting to the unalterable point while wallowing in the ritual insanity of so-called "feminists" today - which only girly-men encourage - not The Daily Mail.

100 Daze (Without Men)

Stop These Jack-Offs Before It’s Too Late

CNN commentator Jack Cafferty flat out admitted in a CNN.com commentary on Tuesday that he is “developing a crush on America’s first lady,” Michelle Obama: “Michelle Obama is more compelling than her husband. He’s good, but she’s utterly fascinating....Mrs. Obama has blown away the stale air in a White House musty from eight years of the Bushes. It’s like the sun came out and a fresh spring breeze began wafting through the open windows.”

Such high praise for a member of the Obama family isn’t something new for Cafferty. Almost a week earlier, the CNN commentator gushed over President Obama’s seeming calm in the midst of all the serious issues that the country faces: “...[O]ur president seems remarkably unruffled by all of this, serene in an inner confidence that he’s got what it takes to lead this country back into the sunlight.”

NewsBusters

This shit just gets worse by the minute. Is there something so twisted and fucked-up going on in journalism school for the last twenty-five years that it’s only turning out emasculated, sissy-ass Nancy-Boys who have dreamy urges for unobtainable sex?

Is this a practical joke by a few college professors who found they could distort a pinhead’s thinking?

Maybe some dark psychological experiment on the moronically weak, breast feeding journalism majors to trade in their self-fellatio habits for pathetic worship and lust for certain Messiah-like politicians?

Why do these manginas now want to share their fucked minds and sexual inadequacies with the world?

It’s open season folks. Get ‘em. Tar and feather ‘em. No wait, forget the feathers and use live chickens.

Lady, You Sure Got A Hitch In Your Get-Along

Think Christopher Hitchens' voting for Barack Obama was a fluke? We don't. You can trace the change in America's most prolific writer to this very photo.

It was after this demoralizing episode in October 2007 (for the aptly-named Vanity Fair) that he gave up smoking and declared he wanted to live "longer." (Longer than what? And why? He's on his second wife, so he knows betrayal of one kind or another, what's the attraction?) Nothing the great man has said, since then, has made much sense, so we've had to watch him back-track fairly regularly - but now he's being accepted on the talk shows!!! And anyone who's paying attention knows we don't just mean the ones on FOX.

Sigh.

This is life as High School all over again; Jr. High even, except now, instead of being instructed by drug-addled kids who wear tight pants without underwear, he's being instructed by "open-minded" fitness fanatics in looser pants - but with tight asses - and, somehow, in true hippie fashion, what's supposed to be underneath has still escaped being included. You know, the little things, like self-awareness and common sense. Otherwise someone of Hitchens' Olympian gifts would have already taken notice of the most glaringly fatal flaw in this feminized (and quite NewAge) reconstruction of his visage, and what's left of his so-called reasoning:

Dude, this is not a photo of a man.

Joseph Nigro On Rick Sanchez: I Hate This Guy

Here's Our Favorite Metro-Sexual Diaper-Boy, Rick Sanchez, at CNN:



Ricardo, Let us talk to you directly.
 
First, Ricardo, we can’t figure how you being born in Cuba is relevant. You claim that’s why you’re familiar with guys like Joe, with Fidel Castro, and even Communism, but apparently you moved to Florida by the age of 1½ so you must have really soaked up a lot at a very tender age. Impressive, Ricardo, and a true miracle. You had credentials while still wearing a diaper, just like today.
 
Anyway, Ricardo Diaper-Boy, we yearned to know more about your magnificent narcissism, but quit after a look at Wikipedia’s entry. We think, Ricardo Diaper-Boy, you might be a tad envious that Joe the Plumber is a bigger name than you. Anyway, Ricardo Diaper-Boy, what about this:

"Following a Miami Dolphins football game, on December 10, 1990, just past midnight, on a residential street just outside of Joe Robbie Stadium, an intoxicated Rick Sanchez, driving his Volvo, struck an intoxicated pedestrian, Jeffrey Smuzinick, who had just run into the street and into the direct path of Sanchez's car.
 
Sanchez initially stopped his car but then left the scene. Sanchez said he left the scene to go home to retrieve his driver's license and insurance card.
 
Sanchez also said he tried to aid Smuzinick at the scene of the accident and tried to flag down motorists although eyewitnesses claim Sanchez ignored the injured man and loudly told police and bystanders that blood tests were pointless, and would hurt his public image. Sanchez was said to have "smelled strongly of alcohol" by a Metro-Dade police officer. A blood test taken 75 minutes after the accident revealed Sanchez's blood-alcohol level was .15, over the legal .10 limit.

Sanchez ultimately pleaded no contest to the drunk driving charge and he never attempted to provide restitution to Jeffrey Smuzinick or to Smuzinick's family for the 5 years of mounting medical bills that Sanchez's accident caused.

Jeffrey Smuzinick died October 30, 1995 in a Pennsylvania nursing home due to complications resulting from the injuries caused in the accident where he was struck by Rick Sanchez's vehicle. The accident left Smuzinick in a coma for months, permanently paralyzed, and severely physically and mentally disabled. - Wikipedia"

Well, Ricardo Diaper-Boy, your deep concern for those who are injured or killed seems to be highly selective, don’t you think Ricardo Diaper-Boy? And is it possible your descriptive list of Joe was really a deep seated confession (you know, being obnoxious and all)?

We think so, Ricardo Diaper-Boy, and we’re calling you out.