Walking with my feet ten feet off the Beale
Marquis, can I ask you something? Is the real world a parody? It would all make sense then, wouldn't it?
It would... but then I'd immediately start wondering where this other world is. The one we're parodying.
Also, a parody is supposed to be funny. Rape isn't funny. But neither is this.... reaction, we're seeing to it.
What
I'm seeing here, quite independent of the topic at hand. The idea that this thread,
any thread, is about what it purports to be about, is absurd.
It merely provides context for the simplistic. A forum by which we might encapsulate, in some small way, who or what we are.
I find it incredibly difficult to stay on topic. That is because, quite simply, the topic is always the same. The adversary is always the adversary. Have you ever seen anyone cross the floor, to put it in (Australian) parliamentary terms?
We have Nietzsche expressing the ideal of Joy in response to a world which can not make sense, but.... he is asking something of us as difficult to truly believe as feeling a belief in God.
I
can. Just as long as I don't remember that this is something I'm being asked to do. As long as I
don't remember that it is only Panadol.
I always remember.
Always. That this belief is not necessarily mine.
The Will to Power requires surrender. And I can't get past that.
I know there is a war on. I know which side I'm on. I don't know how to express it, completely. Perhaps it might suffice to say that I do see you holding a shovel. Sometimes, that's enough.
I had to Google Elliot Rodgers. I read the Wikipedia article. And you know... I have this instinctive dislike for Wikipedia. But there are times... the paragraph headed "Misogyny" is here is this thread.
This forum, though, as far as it’s concerned, maybe there’s some objective that you have to complete. What happens if you get more trophies? Do you get to a level where they start making more sense?
Not at all. Until you get out of the van.
We refer to such things as a guilty pleasure.
Why do we feel guilt? Because we
know exactly what it is we're doing.
I saw a like, once. I don't even remember who it was that gave it to me; I could check right now, if I wanted to. I don't want to, though. Because I'd know something a little more about the person who gave it to me, and it would forever influence any response I had for that person.
If males have to compete for access to females, how can they overcome female resistance and preference?
Do you have an answer for that? I don't. For the simple reason that
both reflect the same base principle.
It works though, doesn't it? One way or the other. Because of
The art of persuasion; love it, but the art of seduction; not so much. Nobody likes to be manipulated, male or female. Unlike persuasion, it conceals its intentions. Coercion… well, that isn't even an art, it’s a crime.
Do women like to be coaxed into submission? Yes, absolutely.
Do women like to be coerced into submission? No, absolutely not.
This.
Do you let a man know who you really are
before you begin the flirtation?
All is NOT fair in love and war. Nobody wants to be threatened or bullied into submission.
Speaking of which, I have not missed the ease with which some can abandon one ideal in the pursuit of another.
So much more evident in those who purport to be the champions of human... empathy.
It’s the information age. It is adaptation, brains over brawn, not the survival of the fittest. Not all men are created equal. They are not entitled to women. The underdeveloped males shouldn't be allowed to force "equality" by raping us.
Tell me, Marquis, what is this so-called uncontrollable sexual frenzy that men speak of? Do their brains swell, too? Is that what happens? We are not the gatekeepers of the male's sexual impulse. Men do have self-control, do they not? Their ability to resist temptation is no stronger or weaker than ours.
Females don’t always have to do the choosing, either. Most men are too wrapped up in the competition itself; so much so that they forgo their own personal preferences. Most men will have sex with anyone who strikes their fancy. Do we really have that much power? Are men really that weak?
Do you think "weak" was the right word to use, there? Or did you use it in the contest of your own ideal?
Underdeveloped... umm. But also rejected and underdeveloped. Animal.
Have you ever picked up a kitten by the scruff of the neck? Absolute, instant acquiescence. It's fascinating.
Men can be turned into complete fools at the sight of a pretty face. But I've seen women react in exactly the same way.
Where is honesty in the face of that? Where is Choice?
There is probably more. But not right now.
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel?