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Why and How the Plutocracy is Destroying Patriarchy in the Lower Classes

Why and How the Plutocracy is Destroying Patriarchy in the Lower Classes published on

One of the most persistent and least-questioned feminist lies is that patriarchy and the plutocracy are partners in the oppression of just about everyone and everything on the planet.

The truth of the matter is that patriarchy – here defined as a social system in which fathers have more influence over the family unit’s thoughts and behaviors than mothers do – is a terrible danger to the plutocracy. Once you realize this, it becomes much easier to explain one of the most puzzling aspects of modern society – why a male-dominated society is so clearly and heavily anti-male and anti-father.

For reasons of clarity, here is my basic argument…

Premise One

The plutocrats have the intellect to know what will benefit them

Premise Two

The plutocrats are interested primarily in their own welfare

Premise Three

The plutocrats have the power to mold society to their liking

Conclusion

Providing that the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, it is probable that the plutocrats will do what they can to make their lives easier, regardless of the damage inflicted on others.

Given the obviousness of the premises and the cogency of the reasoning, I fail to see how anyone could not agree with the conclusion. Yet somehow, as obvious as the premises are to most leftists, the actual conclusion never seems to occur to most of my fellow travelers. Blinded by ideology, they refuse to see that the plutocracy wants working class and middle class families to retain their patriarchal element about as much as I want to take a swim in a river full of bacon-loving piranhas.

So, having established that the bastards act primarily in their own interests and that they have the power to destroy the patriarchal element in the working and middle classes, how do we know that it is in their interests to do so?

Why it is being done

The plutocracy benefits from the obliteration of the patriarchal element by replacing the authority of the more rebellious parent with the authority of the more compliant parent. For the most part, it is men who rebel, men who fight back, and men who are more likely to teach their kids not to take any crap from the higher-ups. Even in families where neither parent invests much time in explicitly telling their kids these things there will be numerous messages taken on board through simple modeling — “This is how the parent with the most influence does it,” think the kiddies, “so this is how I will do it.” Get rid of dad, and you have removed a significant source of resistance.

How it is being done

The tactics are numerous, but they can be boiled down to three basic strategies.

1 – Portray men as unnecessary parents

This is not a hard thing to do when you control the television, movie and publishing industries, and when you have your willing allies in the feminist movement writing articles and books filled with pseudo-intellectual claptrap giving these biased portrayals “validity.” Fill the screens with male idiots who don’t know which end of the baby the diaper goes on, fill books and women’s magazines with lies about how easy it is for a single woman to raise kids by herself, and pretty soon you have a multitude of women who see fathers as optional accessories and a legion of men who see no point in becoming something as useless and redundant as a dad.

2 – Encourage the break up of families

For servants of the plutocracy who claim to be left wing this is an easy task. In addition to the negative portrayal of fathers, you simply turn out a torrent of movies, television shows, ads, and books portraying husbands as disposable buffoons who can’t even remember the color of their wives’ eyes, much less their birthday. Add to that the making of excuses for women who cheat on or abandon their husbands, and the next time a marriage is experiencing difficulties there is a greater chance that the wife will simply dump her husband.

If you are a servant of the plutocracy who claims to be right wing you have to be rather cautious about this. As many of your followers have an honest desire to keep the family unit intact you can’t be too proactive. You must limit most of your contribution to simply shutting up when the so-called left wing media portrays husbands as disposable buffoons, and sitting on your hands when your constituents ask you to make divorce harder and less profitable for both wives and their lawyers. In the end, the plutocracy gets its way and the illusion that you really do believe in “family values” is preserved.

3 – Make it harder for men to remain active parents once the marriage ends

Part of this job has already been done by painting fathers as inadequate parents. Add to this a media that portrays child abuse as a male dominated crime despite the statistics showing that it is the opposite which is true, the continuing perception that children “naturally” belong with the mother, family law judges who have spent the last thirty years listening to feminist propaganda, and you have a ready-made excuse to almost automatically hand custody of the kids over to the parent less likely to raise them to not take so much of your shit.

It’s that simple, and it’s what is happening around the developed world even as you read this.

I should point out that this destruction of patriarchy at the family level does not necessarily lead to an actual matriarchy at the community level. Just because moms run the community’s families doesn’t mean they run the community itself – ask a black man from a ghetto if you don’t believe me – but it does mean that you will have a weaker, more compliant bunch of peasants to push around. And to the psychopaths who run the world, that is all that matters.

“I Can’t Believe I’m Fucking A Purple Elephant!”

“I Can’t Believe I’m Fucking A Purple Elephant!” published on

Ten years before “Bridesmaids” showed it was okay to portray women acting like a bunch of twits, there was “The Sweetest Thing.”

A goofy and footloose tale about a trio of foul-mouthed, sex-obsessed women, The Sweetest Thing was something of a flop when it came out and without interviewing thousands of people I can only speculate as to why this was the case…

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Variety is the spice of life…

Variety is the spice of life… published on 1 Comment on Variety is the spice of life…

We all know that American cops love three things above all others : eating donuts, getting free blowjobs from hookers, and shooting negroes in the back.

A man needs variety in his life, though, so occasionally a cop takes his dick out of some hooker’s mouth and throws the donuts away long enough to shoot himself a different kind of victim. Not wanting to stress himself out, such a man tries to find the easiest target available. No going after some 6’4”, 300 pound biker, no siree. A cripple in a wheelchair, that’s what’s needed.

This may be what happened when some cop in Texas was called to a late night disturbance involving a one-armed, one-legged, schizophrenic man in a wheelchair. Freaked out by the obviously agile lunatic, and perhaps not realizing that having all four limbs is a huge advantage when taking on a cripple armed only with a pen, officer Matthew Jacob Marin pulled out his gun and blew the man away. His excuse? He apparently thought the pen was a knife!

Even if it is true that this flatfoot can’t tell the difference between a thing what writes and a thing what slices, it is very difficult to see why a knock on the head with a big black stick wouldn’t have served just as well – or a kick in the teeth for that matter, after all the guy was sitting down.

For reasons of fairness I must point out that the cop may have been in the right, and for the sake of reason I must point out that I find that possibility to be a rather remote one.

Lessons in how to shoot fish in a barrel here

“No kippers left, guv’nor…”

“No kippers left, guv’nor…” published on

The Sex Pistols were wrong – there is a future for England, it’s just a future without food.

So, apparently kids in parts of Old Blighty are going hungry. Even kids whose parents work are in trouble solely because the stupid little bastards were born to serfs who — despite spending 40+ hours in the field — don’t make enough money to support a family.

This sad but predictable situation has forced Save the Children to redirect some of its resources from feeding hungry Africans to feeding hungry British – the first time it has done so in its almost one hundred year history. While reasonable people are applauding this measure, others beg to differ and suggest instead some less orthodox solutions.

One such naysayer is Conservative MP Alistair Hurlington – Highbottom, known to his friends as Jumbo, who yesterday held a press conference in which he made his views known. As someone who finds himself in the possession of both a flying convertible – long story – and a fake but very convincing UK Press Card, I made sure I was there to take notes…

After squeezing his way into the conference room, waddling his way to the podium, and letting out a loud burp, Hurlington – Highbottom began…

“I know that we are all concerned about the plight of hungry children everywhere and naturally we want to do what we can to help. The answer, however, is not yet another handout. Why should the British public dole out money to some layabout and his litter just because he and the missus can’t be bothered to put down the cigarettes and beer and take up a second or third job? What utter extravagance! To waste good money on feeding children when there is a much easier and much more economic way to solve the problem.”

After pausing briefly to mop the sweat from his brow and brush the donut crumbs from his lapel, Hurlington – Highbottom continued…

“The fact is that everyone knows that hungry children are not Britain’s only problem. There are also large populations of feral pigeons all over the country, pooping on everyone and everything. I suggest that we solve two problems with one measure by passing legislation that will allow the poor to kill, cook, and eat these feral animals. I will even go so far as to say that the government should make available to the poor free cricket bats — though I think it only fair that the poor themselves provide the nails with which the bats need to be studded in order to be fully effective. Now, I know what you’re thinking. How the bloody hell do you kill pigeons with cricket bats?!?? The bloody things fly, don’t they ?!?! Well, what you do is make your way down to the town square and throw some gravel on the ground. The pigeons come down to check it out, and before the bastards can realize they’ve been duped, you thump them with the bat! Instantly you have a meal guaranteed to satisfy any child!”

At this point I felt compelled to interject…

“Er… what happens when the pigeons run out?”

“What in heaven’s name do you think feral foxes are for? Fine eating, I’m told! And you can make yourself a nice pair of boots too, thereby taking even more stress off the family budget! And let’s not forget the stray cats and dogs! These creatures are all great sources of high quality protein and other essential nutrients. And then there’s the Battersea Dogs Home and other animal shelters – those places are just full of animals looking for good homes, and they aren’t all going to find one, are they? Once those sources have been exhausted maybe we will be justified in giving these people money, but not till then. Why, I myself will pledge 50 p and a box of half-eaten donuts right here and now!”

At this point the press conference came to a sudden and unexpected end as a concrete-filled rubber chicken spun through the air and struck the MP on the head. His noggin not being as well padded as the rest of his frame, Hurlington – Highbottom went down like a case of sherry at a meeting of the House of Lords.

As the paramedics tended to what I fervently hope is a very serious concussion, I decided it was time to make a discreet exit. As I left the building I realized that an England full of starving children may not be the best place for a Pigman. I covered my head with my coat and sprinted for the parking lot.