Let’s consider reality.
I haven’t said anything so far about the Covington Catholic School incident, but let me say this. This incident, coming so soon after the James Watson and Steve King fiascos, demonstrate very clearly that Whites are a pathetic, powerless, subaltern caste who are hated and despised by the entire System, and who have defenders, no supporters, no leaders. Decade after decade the “movement” has preened and pontificated, churned through millions of dollars and through the lives of its supporters, and more recently championed the Presidency of a vulgar fraud (When is that Covington invite to the White House coming Donny? Will you invite some of your Antifa friends there as well, to punch these innocent children? Maybe little Jeff would like to do it?). The end result: Whites are more of a disenfranchised, humiliated, oppressed population now than ever before. And the outrageously incompetent leaders have the nerve – shall we say the chutzpah – to debate among themselves “when our victory will be achieved.” Are they really that delusional, or are they merely protecting their reputations and their cash flows?
And why don’t the Covington boys get a nice lawyer and sue all those celebrities openly calling for attacks on children, and sue Twitter for allowing it (and for maintaining all those “blue check marks”), while others are deplatformed simply for expressing legitimate political opinions?
Aren’t there any lawyers willing to take the case? Or is that – the lack thereof – another indication of the “untouchable” status of Whites in American today?
Hey, Greg, here’s some female “agency” for you.
And some more.
Daniels is the archetypal J Richards poster girl – blonde, man-jawed, big-boned, and floppy-breasted. And of course, if you disagreed with Richards’ standards of female beauty, then you were “insane.” That was during the rapid decline phase of Majority Rights, a phase that Counter-Currents is currently enjoying.
In any case, to me, Daniels has all the sex appeal of warmed-over roadkill, but Trump apparently was favorably impressed at one point in time. There’s no accounting for taste, I suppose.
I was annoyed recently reading about crazed feminists accusing Gene Wolfe (of all people!) of being a “misogynist” who is “insensitive” to yeastbucket feelings because his female characters are “not well formed” and some of his male characters (Severian I suppose) sometimes treat milady with less than beta obsequious behavior. This is the same Gene Wolfe who was devoted to his wife and who converted to Catholicism – becoming a devout practitioner of that religion – for his wife’s sake. That’s the same Gene Wolfe whose books are actually full of interesting female characters. But you can’t please SJW scum. I also remember some retards accusing Wolfe of “anti-Asian racism” because they stupidly thought that the robot-like “Ascians” were “Asians,” while they clearly are the population of a far-future America. In The Book of the New Sun, the “Xanthic lands” are where Asia is or was – The Commonwealth is in South America; Ascia is in North America. But I assume the SJWs would find the word “Xanthic” offensive as well. After all, we can call Europeans “White” but we cannot call East Asians “Yellow.”
Talking about Wolfe always reminds me of my other favorite sci-fi writer, Jack Vance, whose healthy attitudes towards milady were described here, and also described here.
In addition, a young and attractive woman in Cugel’s Saga is described thus:
…gifted with a buxom chest and robust little haunches while still retaining a slender and flexible waist…
Cugel is “worse” than his literary “descendant” Severian in how he treats milady. Although sometimes Cugel is insulted, tricked, and mistreated by cunning females, he also often gets back at them very well, including incidents of forced sex, which in The Eyes of the Overworld is given the euphemism “couching.”
I am of course not in any way condoning or supporting the behavior so depicted – of course the attitude of men toward women must be that of beta orbiter groveling, lickspittle admiration, and the idea that every slutty landwhale reeking of festering yeast is a potential Joan of Arc leading us to deliverance. But, still, Vance is amusing, no?
And in contrast to “The Ring” and other Tolkien crap, Vance presents to us the “Pectoral Sky-break Spatterlight” that I definitely greatly prefer. The former is a Type I literary artifact; the latter, Type II.
One less for Derbyshire.