piggy pig

This is disgusting.

Almost as disgusting as the thought of Triglodyte spitting up all over himself at the teat of his dried-out cunt of a mother.

Keep trying, broads.  Maybe someday soon the floor will drop out from under me and I will become so disgusted by you people that I’ll just weld a dick onto myself.  We make up at least fifty percent of the population in this country, give or take.  To act as if we’re some downtrodden group on the same level as the black population in the U.S., or the Hispanic population, it is beyond ridiculous.

If we’ve got it so bad, fight.  Don’t just whine, don’t just prove true the ancient meme that women are over-sensitive and quick to accuse a man of personal attacks (“GASP U THINK IM FAT JERK I KNO WATCHU MEAN”, “LIPSTICK ON A PIG WELL JEESH OBVIOUS”), and whatever you do, don’t act like cunts.  It’s a man’s world, and I’ve never had one moment’s problem living in it.  You know why?  I don’t act like some hen who can be felled at the drop of a well-timed physical insult.  Sure, women have more pressure to look good than men do, that doesn’t mean it’s illegal for you to get fat, or have a big nose.    No one is stringing you up in a tree for being an ugly, oversensitive cooz.  Meanwhile, black men HAVE been strung up in trees for the agregious sin of whistling at your type.  You got your big, strapping white-knight to do that for you, with your witchy wiles.

I have a very masculine-oriented personality, and whether or not men are threatened by it is no concern of mine.  If I can never find a suitable mate who accepts my more confrontational, blunted affect traits commonly seen in men, that’s fine.  I’ll be alone, because they haven’t outlawed that, either.  It’s okay to be alone, so stop complaining about men not wanting you because “you’re smart”, or “plain”, or whatever else it is that you feel holds you back from a relationship.  Maybe it’s true, but so what?  Should legislation be passed requiring all men start to appreciate inner beauty?   Men have their own pressures.  Men have to maintain a steady income, at the very least.  Men can’t cry.  Men can’t feel.  Men can’t empathize.  A solitary man ends his life alone, in some one bedroom apartment, with nothing but memories of work and lost opportunities to express himself.   Love is stilted, not as full.  Hate is tampered, not as white-hot.  Happiness is a smirk, and a derisive laugh.  There is no delirum; he can’t work if there is giddiness.

I think we can all agree that God is a cruel gear existing in a plane far beyond our comprehension, turning and working against mankind, and if you grease him with enough blood he may shift in your favor.    Until that day, we are disabled.

fetid maw

I am absolutely disgusted by Sarah Palin.  Not for the obvious reasons, no, not the TrooperGate, not her stance on abortion, not on the fact that the decision to nominate her as vice-presidential candidate alongside McCain was the most transparent grab for former Clinton supporters that I’ve ever seen…No, the reason I feel ill to look at Sarah Palin is this:

The age at which she had her last baby.  To me, a woman that age having children is irresponsible and selfish, not to mention (if you’re into this sort of thing) that it goes against the very nature of Man that God has seen fit to instill.  Women are not meant to have children late into life.  Any doctor worth his salt would dissuade a woman from pursuing pregnancy past a certain point, biologically.  Depending on when her menstrual cycle began, a woman’s eggs start to go, for lack of a better word, rancid as she ages.  Generally, this begins in the late thirties to early forties, and a woman will be completely unable to conceive once menopause has finished ravaging her sugar walls.

Medical research has afforded us many luxuries, luxuries the good lord himself didn’t see fit to provide.  Cures for illnesses that would be wiping out high percentages of entire generations had they not been discovered, surgery, fertility medication, and breast implants.   One thing mankind is still shouldering, however, is Down’s syndrome.  When you have a baby past (arbitrary pick of age, your doctor could explain this better) 40, the probability of your child being born disordered goes up in a very non-arbitrary way.  If you want a baby, and your interior sacs and assorted viscera is too rotten to produce healthy offspring, adopt a child.  For all the children wasting away in state and private facilities all over the world, and you’re too high-on-your-own-genes to adopt one?  You really think that your decades old genetic material still has enough get-up-and-go to make one more kid, when many women your age are already completely infertile?

She knew the risks, and she had the baby anyway.  That’s not bravery, that’s not strength, that’s willful ignorance at best, and belief that her genetic material (even when outdated) is superior to all others at worst.  Wanting your genes to carry-over into the next generation, no matter what the cost to the child you produce, is selfishness.  Adopt, adopt, adopt.  Christ, adopt a kid WITH a disorder if you believe you can take care of such a child.  That you can live long enough to take such care.

I don’t know, maybe it’s an overreaction on my part, but it’s just the thought of so many kids waiting to be adopted, all over the world, and someone feeling that they need so desperately to carry on through the coming years through their progeny–it just upsets me.  Personally, I think creating multiple children, a little horde, is sort of irresponsible as well.  I know it’s not popular opinion, and I understand that it’s sort of odd to take issue with, but I just do.  I don’t suggest we round up older families or big families and throw them in interment camps, but I don’t think it’s anything to be proud of, or that we as a culture should encourage.  Our population is huge, much bigger than ever would’ve been naturally sustained, and it just seems like a waste to keep creating more and more kids when so many go without families already.

One child to each couple, if I somehow could run the world with an iron fist.  Then again, how do you enforce such a law?  I suppose mandatory vasectomies and mastectomies.

All I know is, I don’t think it’s brave when someone insists on bringing more and more children into this world.  It happens, but it’s not a positive ’story’ for me.  I don’t find it heartwarming, not in the slightest.  Now, had she adopted that baby, it would’ve been an entirely different story.  Or a family that adopts many children, that is heartwarming to the very blackest of cockles.