Posted in Big Sis, Humor, Men's Rights, Politics, Women

Jessica Valenti t-shirts


In “honor” of special snowflake, Jessica Valenti, I offer a D.I.Y. project rather than working on a short story (probably for another whole week!) to illustrate the rage I felt yesterday upon seeing her t-shirted Twit-selfie (see it at center of poster, above). NOTE: My Jessica’s mini-she wears the “dress length.”

Be careful 😉 of the “background” you choose when photographing your dressed up manikin…my first choice, as you see below, “might could” have led to misinterpretation:



Below is a one-page print-out with the super simple directions and placement suggestion for your “pithy saying.”


Here is the ready-to-cut pattern which you can print (@ 100%) on an 8.5″ x 11″ sheet of paper.

Cut right to the thin lines or barely trim them off, though they won’t show.



Posted in Big Brother, Big Sis, Men's Rights, Political Correctness

Why prosecute? Just ignore or appreciate


Ah-h-h, the good old days…of Wolf-whistles*, that is. How hard was it, Feminist, or how tough is it right now – if you’re young enough and decent-looking enough – to simply:


all those attentive glances? If you’re “of a certain age” like me, I’m willing to bet you miss them now. But alas, Feminist, it’s…

Too Late to Turn Back Now…

Why, oh why, did you have to go so far, Feminist? To make such male-normalcy (noticing women’s sexiness and sounding-off about it) seem criminal? You can’t see, can you Feminist, that this support of yours for Male Oppression (in all areas of “gender equity,” including but not limited to: “college admissions preferences,” “hiring quotas,” “sexual harassment laws,” “enthusiastic consent forms” “sexual regret/date rape tribunals” et al) PROVES just how UNEQUAL to Men your ideology of Feminism requires you be (or pretend to be!).

You are a spoil-sport, Feminist, and have been from the beginning. When things don’t go your way you demand your “betters” be sidelined or that the rules be changed. Why not “act the man” your scriptures continuously claim women are just like, Feminist? Why not preach that women just suck-it-up; simply improve through hard work, or, Lordy, Lordy, if all else fails, find a new “sport” to play?

I guess, Feminist, that would require the most difficult thing of all: an admission of having been wrong. All…those…decades. And accepting responsibility for having been complicit in doing harm to so many in your name, Feminist.


* Wolf-whistle:  stereotypical whistle-of-appreciation made by Construction Workers as a woman “of a certain visage” walked by their worksite, also stereotypically in The City, though practically speaking, the term could apply anywhere and to any man clearly enjoying the view of a good-looking woman and vocalizing that enjoyment.

Posted in Big Brother, Economics, Essays, Liberty, Men's Rights, Politics, Writing

It depends on your definition of “Independence”


Don’t get me wrong. I have nothing but empathy for those MEN (only men, like my father in the photo above) who were forced, pressed-into service for, ENSLAVED we have to say, all to fight the wars or “Police Actions” of their Masters and Betters (as in the Korean non-War, from which the above shirt (of my father) descends). They had an excuse; they lacked easy access to all the facts, particularly of their indoctrination in public school. Us? Not-so-much.

“It does not take a majority to prevail … but rather an irate, tireless minority, keen on setting (extinguishing the) brushfires of freedom in the minds of men.” – Samuel Adams

So, how’s that spirit of Independence working out for you?

Pieces of paper, oversize sheets of parchment, or scrolls thereof are funny things. Some, like America’s “Declaration” and “Constitution,” get preserved from their creation. Others? Not until rediscovered, say in a jar in a middle eastern cave after thousands of years. Then we humans rush in the white-gloved experts to extract, clean, re-configure the treasure, like a one-of-a-kind ancestral jigsaw puzzle. Finally, after much debating – even of the holes left by missing pieces – the things are enshrined and shared with the general unwashed public (though perhaps only after many years, owing to some expert’s desire to maintain the status quo).

Today, July 4th, in the U.S. we pretend to celebrate a piece of parchment: a declaration of Independence that’s about as relevant in 2014 as any ancient scroll from Qumran or sheet of lyrics from Euripides.

We pretend to celebrate, “…that all men are created equal,” while governments, schools, and actual businesses are pressured to preferentially hire the oppressed-class-Du-jour or suffer debilitating, perhaps death-dealing, lawsuits if they don’t…

We pretend to celebrate, that “Governments…deriv(e) their just powers from the consent of the governed,” while time after time the Congress – or President – does what it wants, say by forcing Obamacare into “law” and changing it at will afterwards, or meddling in military intrigue after military intrigue while allowing the invasion of America across the Mexican border…

We pretend to celebrate that the above two examples and countless others of recent years do NOT constitute “a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object (which) evinces a design to reduce them (us) under absolute Despotism…”

We pretend to celebrate Independence, all the while making fun of – or worse – letting the media black-ball the Tea Party (or any one single individual) proposing, “to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.” We chime in or let pass, “news” items that call such groups criminal organizations, terrorists, or traitors to the U.S.A., our tacit agreement signaling the party or the loner should thereby suffer to the full extent of the law.

What has bred such an American mindset, one that accepts unquestioningly, “That was then; this is now” and “How dare they think such revolutionary things?” In an age of instant information it can only be one thing…willful ignorance. But it gets worse.

For some of us, living all of this daily, knowing all this intellectually, we do something purely for sanity’s sake: we pretend VOTING still MATTERS. We pretend that by performing that political yet religious ritual every so often (and thereby collaborating with our political-priest OVERLORDS) we remove our sins. We become fully Patriotic once more. We actually believe we have “…Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms.” But folks, “Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince (or duly-elected President) whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.”

Come into the light and out of the dark of that confessional we call a voting booth. Quit pretending the ghost of Freedom-Past is lurking somewhere behind those curtains. Understand that long ago (in your parents’ or grandparents’ day even) a Congress constituted of and elected by Free People would have come together to impeach the ruling scoundrels and revoke the offending legislation. They wouldn’t have continued the tradition of bowing and scraping before all of it; they wouldn’t have remained content simply muttering empty words of disagreement under their breath to and from that black-curtained booth. Why should we?

There are so many more statements that could be expounded upon from that 340 year-old (oops! HT: mensrightsreddit) 240 year-old gutsy parchment of Independence, but that last one proved a most important point: “we” are no longer “a free people,” at least as the Founders understood the phrase, not if we won’t at least entertain the radical ideas they proposed.

Have a lovely “Independence Day;” enjoy the BBQ and all the blowout SALE SALE SALES!

(Math is hard! Especially in your my head.)


Posted in Big Sis, Men's Rights, Politics, Writing

Internet trolls sought & apparently found

TimeMagazine on the AVfMconf

I posted the following comment on Jessica Roy’s Time Magazine article. In it she reports on the conference I attended in Detroit last weekend. Find her piece here.

One has to wonder if the author is acquainted with the “darker side” or the “ugly head” of the Women’s Issues movement (i.e. feminism) and their spokeswomen. [the SCUM manifesto for starters, which has a 3.5 star average on Amazon and wherein reviewers ask us to believe its kill-all-men theme is “satire.”]

Jessica Roy (a lover of “cats, Beyoncé and exploring the depths of the Internet for the weirdest stuff she can find”) says that at the conference she felt “sad and angry and helpless and determined.” After reading her piece it’s beyond me what she’s determined to do (other than finding more than JUST the Internet trolls her subhead insinuates she actually did find).

Again, has Roy ever scrutinized the “extreme corners” (i.e. that darker side and ugly head) of so-called Women’s Rights (aka Feminism’s “Fringe”)?

While I am one of Jessica’s “small number of women,” that “small fraction” – she likes repeating herself – I’m neither “vitriolic” nor “fearful,” nor did I find any of the dozens of male attendees I spoke face-to-face with to be like that either, and that’s saying a lot considering the legal-wringers a couple of them have been put through by women. As a reporter for a major news outlet, Ms. Roy really ought to have a broader (intended respectfully, not pun-ily) vocabulary. If she – or any other media representative – had spoken with me (though I was only there 3:30pm Thursday through 8:00pm Saturday) what would have come across would not have been virulence. There is a grand canyon of difference between the righteous-indignation I feel and the term she uses, “vitriol,” just as there is a similarly sized gap between the thoughtful men in attendance exhibiting a rational & reasoned cautiousness (around women in particular) versus Roy’s nebulous label, “fear.”

As a writer myself, I understand that not only does the craft depend on “what the meaning of ‘is’ is,” it depends on the fine distinctions of so many other words as well.

Posted in Big Brother, Economics, Liberty, Men's Rights, Politics

I’d apologize if it were possible


Together some of us die, and others of us become millionaires, perhaps billionaires.
Together some of us die, and others of us become millionaires, perhaps billionaires.

If World War I was a bar fight.

I didn’t “start the joke” and only a very small portion of “the world was laughing” but now I feel sick about having even smiled at some of it. It’s clear that the only folks who CAN laugh at war-jokes are those of us lucky enough or dare I say, conniving enough, to have STAYED OUT of the ones going on all around us. You know, those wars which our kids, our contemporaries or their kids, or our parents have been (or were, or are being) suckered into or worse yet…dragged off into.

I’d apologize to my father – if it were possible – for having thought a WWI joke was amusing, because he was dragged off to WWII and then, after only a few short years, conscripted again in the U.N. skirmish in Korea.

Posted in Diversity, Economics, Essays, Men's Rights, Movies, Political Correctness, Writing

“Mud” a rare sort of men’s-lib film


Thoroughly Unexpected…Mud

 Celebrate the Masculine. It’s the rare film out of Hollywood, these days at least, that can be said to showcase Masculinity positively, much less Boyhood as old-school rough & tumble, no ADHD meds in sight. Not since 1986’s Stand By Me can I recollect a tribute such as I witnessed a few nights ago in 2012’s Mud, with Matthew McConaughey in the title role. It was full of pleasant surprises which I can’t wait to enumerate.

Spoiler Alert and a Warning. There are giveaways in this overview though it primarily discusses Thematic elements rather than the nitty-gritty of plot-points. The “warning” is for movie viewers of the Men’s Rights persuasion: there’s blatant chivalrous behavior (a.k.a. white-knighting or “traditional masculinity”) exhibited within the film by both generations of the movie’s male leads and this is not presented as something to get past, over, or cured of.

Only one negative. Typically I can find several flaws – in anything – but this time I found only one. [PDF of full essay here: Thoroughly Unexpected_Mud] [YouTube version here.]

Posted in Graphic Design, Humor, Men's Rights, Political Correctness, Politics, Writing

Fish or cut bait…

Front cover, designed by Patrice
Front cover, designed by Patrice


Well, the hammer came down (as well it should have) at castle Lenaburg about a week ago. The official release date for my debut novel is November 2nd. Yes, 2013 wiseguy…

I must forewarn you it’s not only politically-incorrect, it’s also irreverent. It has Yankees, Texans, and demons (not the Ted Dekker, etc. scary kind, the doofus dysfunctional kind). Oh Hell is just one part of the answer to the question, “Hm-m-m…what does that woman spend all her time doing?” that I suspect has been on oh-so-many-minds (especially family members).

Hopefully the book will be up on Smashwords a bit sooner than the print version is available.  Not sure about soft, cuddly demons? Never fear, you’ll be able to read the FREE multi-page previews at the online retailers. I’ll post links on this blog as I get them uploaded.

From the back cover:“Family reunions can be HELL…even in Paradiso, a city known for its fun and games. But when your family’s divorced, bicoastal, and estranged? All bets are off!