Feminism is the belief that every time some dizzy bitch somewhere in the world has a negative emotion, somebody, somewhere, should be made to pay until she feels better. The punishment could range from mild annoyance to prison time; the details don’t matter.

The fact that they’re the source of their own negative emotions, and that nothing ever makes them feel better anyway, are the least of the many problems with this idea.

Feminism is the radical and self-refuting notion that women are adults.


“In days of gold we dreamed on the heather”

Fine verse from Lucius Somesuch.

“Tonight we writhe in highwaisted pleather…”


A poem written by Lucius Somesuch, originally posted by him at Chateau Heartiste and in the comments on my blog yesterday. 

In days of gold we dreamed on the heather
Beneath Heaven’s broad splendor that brightly shone.
Tonight we writhe in highwaisted pleather
Frantically doing things best left undone.

My locks are coiffed to tres chic perfection,
My alabaster limbs with glitter flicker.
My glassy gaze gives strangers an erection,
My thoughts are distant, on liquor, twitter.

Time threatens furrows, the prudes would warn me
And Beauty’s prime prances ‘fore an open grave,
And the Air’s Dark Prince muses to harm me,
But the beat goes on, and tonight I rave.

What have I to do with maidenly prudence
Or with the matron’s fond worrisome cares?
Why should I sit all alone and rue? Dance!
I’ve got left before me many fine years!

The Invisible Worm wings on the blast

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Hamster on Two Wheels

So I’m at the BMV this morning getting my motorcycle endorsement on my license, and when I leave there’s this poor hopeless fat girl with short hair sitting there with a 3/4 helmet (looks hip, if you don’t mind shattering your teeth, nose, and jaw in a crash). I get out the front door and the only thing in the lot with two wheels is a shiny new red Stella scooter with a temp vanity plate that says “DAMSEL”.

Cute little scoot, for a girl. But… “DAMSEL”… I’m sure she was a perfectly nice girl, within the limits imposed by her environment, but… oh, Jeez.



Anybody who’d cook salmon would steal sheep.



As soon as you let her stop working to make you happy, she’ll start working to make you both miserable.

…if not sooner.



Everybody’s excited about the scandals swirling around the Obama administration: Benghazi, the AP wiretaps, Sebelius demanding payoffs from corporate execs, and the IRS conducting politically motivated vendettas against a whole crowd of perceived enemies of the Cathedral: Tea Party groups, a Catholic editorialist, Billy Graham, and assorted other targets.

For example, their criminal investigation division interviewed me last year about a former business associate. They wanted to know if he had expressed to me the belief that he shouldn’t have to pay taxes. He’d never even hinted at anything of the kind; he’s a Ron Paul enthusiast, but nothing resembling an anarchist. When I informed them that as far as I knew he was ideologically clean, they got bored with the whole conversation.

It was an interesting experience, sitting in a room with people who could destroy my life on a whim. I kept myself on a pretty tight leash. “Yes”. “No”. “Not that I recall”. They didn’t pretend to think I was human and I didn’t pretend to think they were either. Strictly business.

Anyhow, here’s the thing: Lots of folks think this set of minor embarrassments is a watershed, the beginning of the end. They’re wrong.

First, all of these things together do not add up to as disastrous a fuckup as invading Iraq, and nobody got impeached over that one.

Second, it’s not that far beyond what we’ve been seeing since 2007, and the real Believers have never been shaken yet. I know a few ex-believers, but they were never real Believers, just compulsive cranks who eventually hate anybody who’s in office. The beginning of their end with this prick in the White House was when the last prick handed him the keys, four years ago. In 2000 they started out liking the last guy because they hated Clinton so obsessively, though they’d welcomed him as a liberator in 1992. I would bet that anybody who’s lost faith in Obama fits that description.

Like Larry Auster used to say, Obama’s approval rating has hit 43% several times a year, and it never goes lower, but every time it does, the usual suspects on the right crow that he’s “in free fall”. Don’t count on it. Four years of that kind of “free fall” put him back in office.

Third, with the possible exception of Benghazi, it’s not coming down from the top. It’s all just the garden-variety background-noise corruption of progressivism. Nobody ordered the IRS to persecute everybody; nobody had to. Everybody at the IRS “knows” that a dissident from the Cathedral is a threat to all that is good and valuable and decent in America, and they all “know” that the institutions they defend are too precious to be endangered by a foolish ideological consistency. They’re puritans. They do value the rule of law, but as they see it, the rule of law and the Cathedral are the same thing, and any speck of impurity in American life is a terrifying existential threat to the Cathedral. Every chickadee looks like Godzilla to these little creeps. They feel compelled to purify America, even at the cost of the rule of law, in order to protect the rule of law.

There are no mainstream Democrats who honestly disagree with that assessment. They’ve all been stewing in the echo chamber for too long. They may think they believe in principle that the government should apply the law even-handedly and not persecute its ideological opponents, but in practice, they cannot think of ideological opponents other than as unholy monsters.

As for the media turning on the administration over the AP mess, are you fucking HIGH? They’re bootlickers, toadies, and slaves. Do you see another master handy? Do you see another pair of boots for them to lick? No. They’ll whine a little bit, and then they’ll beg forgiveness and reapply their loving tongues to the boot with renewed vigor.

There are no free men in the media. Once, reporters were proud, cynical men who didn’t like being played for chumps. They saw politicians lying to them, and they took pride in their own status as an independent center of power. Now, they figure politicians are lying through them to somebody else, and they take a cuckoldry fetishist’s sordid pride in serving somebody else’s power. Their pride in their servile role is like the snobbery of a poor man waiting tables at an expensive restaurant.

This is the start of a watershed, but it’s not the watershed you think.

This is the watershed where people start admitting out loud that yeah, if people want to limit the growth of the power of the IRS, it is right and proper for the IRS to “defend itself” against the citizens who were once thought to be its masters.