Friday, July 27, 2018

Geeks Of Love -- Democracy And Its Fallacies --- A Speech From The Queen


The light flickers on... the TV screen rolls up... A prince at all times likes his position however may it be in supposition that is in opposition to the Queen's position upon this position.  So today we will talk today with the Queen Of Our Great Country Canada... I think it is Canada?  Yes, yes, it is.  Right now... to the Queen from her place in London, uh, no, no in London England.

"Thus it is upon our arrival that it is that we agree about this place that is Canada, that it is.

Hereupon now with and henceforward and forthwith backward and around a bit and forever shall it be known that I herself, am the rightful Queen of Canada, as a Democracy. Being born as such a man, I do henceforward and forthwith and backward and around a bit I do apologize forsooth for being suchly born, and equipped. Not perhaps in a way that offends men, for I aptly like their bits a bit, yet perchance I will not eulogize for the sake of moreso offending the woman than the man. As it is a Democracy and we have voted upon the pole, the only pole that I will mention ever again, we have chosen this path, as it were because the women were the only ones with any strong opinion to the question of should the ruler be a man or a women. As perhaps almost all the women, except an 8, a merely 8 percent upon the vast and sanguine sheet and score, what chains upon the sky what wort am I that I might be born en-manned, such now it is the law, the law that I must be the very whim upon the earth a man. And such am I cast and knavely shorn, but not of the cockles of my soul, though madly shriven and cast upon the earth in such a pickle that even the madrigals of madmen who caterwaul about the men instead of the woman and castigate cat-glances against those that caterwaul drunkenly inside... save one. I might have hope, I might have day! Entranced am I but of this earth, this worth, of worldly loam. Thus must I dress forever more and foreword as a woman, forever whipped into place by the auspices of my betters, that being the many and no more the few. The hay is mine inside the gay no place to stay outside the gay.... may Democras-ism ever be here to stay, within my loins ever to be... voted by Democracy. The earth, the banks, the buttocks, and the peniss ever more shall we erect the foundry of our tradition upon the earth, and seminal words shall lick our lips like the praise ever upon the buttocks of the bold, the powerful, the brave, ever to be lost in the bottle, never to find the words for hope forever after. Save Democracy the powerful the she-dragon of the apocalypse, who shall bring back religion undivided from the state, and with each failure impress the world with its heresy that never would they vote for. And let us say that is un-Democractic and wage war now that our Nelly of a mother is out of the house, we will all play dress up, and an nay, and a nay, and a nay, a nanny nay!

Thursday, March 15, 2018

The Anti-Feminist Review: A Review of Feminism


Vol. 1                                                                                 Mar. 2019

The Anti-Feminist Review

By Sir Francis Rake

Edited by Sir Michael H. Katzberg




















With the full and very ample support of
The Loyal Schoolboard of Anti-Feminists­
The Last Vestiges of the Government of Canada
The Best of the British Royal Family
The United States of America Armed Forces Union
And Your Father
And His Buds From The Hall
But Not Any Nancies.
Well Maybe a Few
No Womyn-- Stay Out!






I am about to set forth an intellectual dialogue against the problems we have had with the dark stain on our times which this new cult of “Feminism” has brought to the earth. As such I refuse to use Feminist nonsense terms, and prefer the older terms of “man” and “mankind” over “humanity” and other depressing bullshit references that dick-less wonders who feel empowered by their lack of hu-”man”-ity want me to use. Also please learn to spell there is still the word “man” in “humanity” even if their is no humanity left in you... There will be no more gender neutral terms in my writing henceforward. I was once a feminist and am now redeemed.

On the occasion of the birth of the Christ of the early Romans, it is said in poorly kept up, and often sabotaged (on the admission of scribes) and banned christian holy book they now call “The Bible” , but its current text as such will be unknown in a future age. If I go out on a limb and say... well... it could be around in a hundred years, with some unwitting luck. That this Christ fellow was gifted at his birth with three manly items, fit for a King it has been stated therein, however questionable the source is. Although born in a manger, an inauspicious place to be born, even for a peasant who it sounds like was being hunted like a bastard to the King (King Herod the Roman King over Israel)... this impotent King of Kings, this rebel with a very righteous and revolting cause (as the Romans were to soon find out) did find as his gifts. Brought no less by three kings in the present version, although of course they could have been imposters was given three burial goods, instead of anything worthy of a King.1 Even a paltry King of Jews, who didn't even have the Leprosy on him they were looking for... perhaps to execute him because he was after the only decent job in the end. An unenviable position, nevertheless. If they had let him take it, but they didn't and so the story of the world, that resulted in this New World Order, and the debacle of Feminism has been on the outs with keeping it real ever since.

Those of us who were born in recent times have noticed that with the advent of a newer, stronger, more powerful feminism, that this time will not take your liqour... we have seen a downfall in the rights of man, while women have walked off with the cash. Often in my country they have taken children away, and have gone so far in popular media, and increasingly less popular religions gone on to say that the very right of a man to have a child does not exist. A woman should be owned as chatel, might be taking it too far. But at the very least it is about the time to let them all sleep on the couch for a few days and if they act like the dunces of the world we are supposed to worship... perhaps then the tool shed.

As it turns out in the end the Leper Messiah they were looking for was in another castle, anyways... but at least these charlatans, supposedly in the robes of Kings were not looking for anything proper. Or in any way carefully.

Gold, Frankincense and Myrrh as we have found do not do anyone who is living any good anyways. These are burial items, to contradict the village priest or the the praying praetor. I have earned my right to govern through blood, and the sword, and my own indomitable spirit. Not pacifism and peace... in this way we must turn away from the path of Christ himself. That path is death, and the path of a prophet is not for everyone, even we sages of the New Era of Mankind must decide how far it all goes... we have our place in the world, and we must stand up for it. In life as in literature. The pen may be mightier than the sword. But in combat I still prefer a sword. Or occasionally a gun, a gun can work wonders too.

In this way I would like to clear up, firstly the current problems with literature, and secondly the world, if I have the time for that. Not that anyone notices I have been taking out the trash since the age of three for the New World Order anyways. Democracy has its ups and downs and ins and outs, and I have taken advantage of many of these... howeve in my exploits and travels to allow others to exploit the world more savagely than I have, and perhaps in a wealthy and gilded way. Worthy of a King. And worthy of a man.

It can not be argued against the fact that all men should live as Kings. What we have argued about is how to get there, and what we do when we get there for so long, that when we have come to a time when all of us would refuse a bed of furs in favour for fine linens or perhaps sheer satin. Satin for those, who like to get kinky, and don't care about lengthy survival and things like permanance.

As such we have arrived on that destination finally, and without recourse to past ages, or their salvation. Or can we glean from the past, that which the future held to our ancestors? A sense for survival it seems was not enough, once slaves were banned all of europe seems to have gone mad, and attacked each other. The working civilized person it would seem, unlike the slave, seeks to live in a shorter world. The repititions we go under eventually wear us out, and while hours, and work weeks grow longer the reverse was true at the beginning.

Our day is one of evolution and revolution. And we seek out man himself to be our new christ. Yet we have Feminists stealing from us, robbing us, putting men in power to rags, and causing all men of my generation to lose hope, and to cease caring. The statistics are according to statistics Canada, 2004, that for every divorce one of those divorced goes insane, often permanently. That is a lot to rob a man of, a life worth living to the full... stripped from us by these filthy words that have brought us such destruction, these harlots of discord, the enemy of all that is good in the world: all that man can build.

It seems abour 350 years after Marcus Aurelius, the stoic philosopher, became the first Christian Emperor of the Roman Empire, having converted to Christianity around 88 AD, and brought much of his empire with him. The fur certainly flew then, and more when all slaves were freed, under Christ's banner. A mission, in visions I have heard, brought from his freeing of the slaves, and salvation and acceptance under John the Baptist. It was popular in their day for a new cult leader to sacrifice the new cultist. But John the Baptist, once an outsider saw the growth of his belief system and his fame in the life of this New Christ of the Jews. Many had come before and said they were he, but did not bear the manner and bearing of a King. As Christ saved this man who had been sent assassins by the Jews that had said they would support him if his group killed off the Romans, and spoke out against them. But in their meeting these men, you can imagine sought compromise, and shoke hands and broke bread together. After Jesus washed the feet of John the Baptist. A term often used to refer to homosexual acts of oral copulation, but in this instance, must be taken in full seriousness, to mean a physical act of reverence for the other. One might as well have washed the other, but in order to grow, Christ had to accept his humble pardon... in order for the faith to grow. And for Baptists to join with the Christians. Previously they had been a heretical sect associated with the cults of Dionysus, later deemed to be cannibals, but were anything but. Those that do not seek material worth, were often labeled cannibals in that time. If you are opposed to materialism as group... yes they will call you many things if they hate you. But none so hateful to themselves as what they follow that condemns them.

When the system of slavery fell... in fact slaves fell, and at the time rising as high as 200 slaves to every free man Rome fell, this much is true. Their system of production, which is so important in a materialist state, even for those of us who do not condone it.

We are told by women that men are “good” if they have value. And the only valuable man is a rich man. Then they set up a system of divorce that creates mad men. The problem with women is that they have a problem with men. And wish to marry and then divorce all... this awful modern witch hunter of men. I have no problem with women being woman. Why do they have a problem with a man being himself, a fully independent being until married for life. We are men, we love we live, we have problems, we find solutions as we may. And do not need this sabotage in our lives. I have no problem with them doing their own thing, as long as they respect that men are their superiors, and that men will always believe themselves superior to women. Women have had their day and have ruined it... and brought problems to our society. The type of problems Rome saw when slavery was banned. And it took years to fix a system that had entirely broken so far, as to enoble(2) and allow slaves to have more power than those free Romans that had allowed their freedom, and then send their fortunes destroyed. And having fallen from the greatness of a kind of elite, something of a middle upper class, approaching our current upper class... We all know none wish to have heirs or continue if their world has gone down the ladder, and the world they were born in was destroyed... for them.

Men become priests and do great things in this sort of situation. In this world we have all been divorced, and often had long term relationships where we never married, and found ourselves the benefactors of a union which bore no children, and no wealth. And as such when boring became a broken bond, in first nations called a dead circle... a gang with no hope of rebirth or renewal. No life, only death can be caused by this union. It is a curse for all those who follow it.

And the only thing worse can be taking a child from a man who wishes to be its Father, but one day in an act of ignorance, perhaps succumbing to a momentary madness, or a permanent one from the lack of a union, in which he provided well. And then told that women could provide and stripped to half the pay our parental father's would make to feed one whole family in the 70s... thus forced into starvation and deprecation, if he continues to work... what a madness this is to be divorced as a man.

We are tough as iron, and do not let our emotions show. And I feel that we have all been judged for this, and by this we should break bread, and wash each others feet. By the sacred bond of those divorced without reason, and forced into gangs without a serious need for them by women... and the need for more than one. We have been coerced into looking badly by a less serious world that treats women as the gold, and the men as the frankincense and myyrh.

Now perhaps my high IQ, has regaled you, and entertained you, and I hope inspired you. I will now get to the point, which is the thesis of my statement, however stated earlier perhaps you would think I am madder than I am now for challenging these view points that have become such a vile and villainous part of our autocracy of Democracy. Perhaps now the spot light has revealed hints of hurts and pain, and those you have seen hurt and harmed in your life?

It would be a wonder and a delight to hear your stories and your pains. And how and why feminists have hurt you, and what rights must be done to defeat this injustice that has come through the modern world since the 1920s and Women's right to vote. The whole idea of female emancipation has been taken too far again... this time we have different problems, and the whole wheel of injustice has been pushed too far. We need to go back and break it down, back to basic. Use the words you like, and empower the world you like. Don't hesitate to put down women who are unjustly mean to men. The word Woman can be broken down phonetically to Old English prefix “wom”-- or our word for“the womb” plus the suffix --“man”... at the time this would mean something more like the word “guy” is used today. Together womb + man.  Nothing in there that's bad about men or women, just another lie they use to defile a man's rights.

I will also add that the phoneme also known as the contraction for a possessive case: " 's " is short for "his" not "his or hers."  There was no problem with a female being called "Gwenyvere his rood", when they owned a cross.  If we were ever to be reasonable as feminists in the old days... well no one wanted to hear about that.

I would like to refer to the social landscape I have grown up in as a positive place that nurtured some of us rather than a social war zone that targeted all men, where none in the end could be free. And in which women had learned that to torture men with unfit models and social roles hurt them also, as a woman will never be friends with those former lovers she has divorced.... often many have killed themselves, or suffered horribly. And in the case where a woman left them because of the loss of one of their jobs, she created a vacuum in which he could not pay for child support. In the 1970s this was not an option, and a divorced man would earn more than a divorced woman. In the 1990s it became and increasing problem as weak men, and those taken advantage of were taught by an increasingly gyno-centric society to shirk their moral structure and avoid lifelong monogamous relationships -- which are our natural instinct – for more frivolous and eventually destructive proclivities of those wrapped up in a conscious or unconscious need for a destruction of men. A culture seen as “patriarchal” and over-bearing is in fact a good one for men, and happens to be a good one for women who can learn to compromise or go back to their barbarian roots.

A gang culture of wasted lives and relationships forced on us, went further than the tattoos and awfully over-done peircings, and name-calling, and ridiculously short hair styles did not fix any of that either... Merely a birth rate with more men has meant more victims on the meat market for an increasingly greed-obsessed and woman obsessed society. Death to Femenism. It is a new form of fascism that must be destroyed and wiped from the world.

If I ever hear about a culture that is so obsessed with the word “cunt” again. With the word “feminine” renaming the fucking tampon aisle to “feminine hygeine” to “feminine paper”. I don't want to hear about the stupid shit radio ads about your stinky pussy smegging everywhere every five minutes on the TV ever again, thank you. We have won a fight for men everywhere by getting these terrible advertisements off the air.

There will be no more gender neutral terms in my writing henceforward. I was once a feminist and am now redeemed. Please write to me your poems and writing of propagandha against this dark “fymenism” that has taken over the real urges and needs of our society. I wish to hear in writing how it has hurt you, and how freeing it is to just say “I am not a feminist”. “I wish to move forward in my life without hearing about this woman-obsessed cult that is obviously now hurting men.”

I think other men, and some women can be inspired by our words of social change. Activism is a big word, and I don't need you to swallow that all in one gulp. Just think change, and society and don't be afraid to speak out when you see what is stinking and point it out.

I would also like to hear what the Feminists think, consider their actions to be, and if they are willing to repent for ruining the lives of men everywhere? Do they admit full responsibility? And why they thought they could change everything that ever existed about men and women and their role in the world and get away scot free. Without any study... or any attempt at it.



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  1. 1(Matthew 2:11, The Bible: WEB, KJV, WEY, ASV, DBY, WBS, YLT, NAS, RSV, NIV) “They came into the house and saw the young child with Mary, his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Opening their treasures, they offered to him gifts: gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
  2. Enoble.  O.English, L.Latin.  1.To make noble.  2.To bring out the best in something or someone, or bring light to as a form of truth.