Postby NoJusticeUnderFeminism » Sat Jun 18, 2011 11:11 am
Susan Falls of Gold Coast, Australia said she acted in self defense when she drugged her husband and then shot him in the head at their home in Caloundra in May 2006.
The jury acquitted her of cold blooded murder because she's a woman.
Imagine if the roles were reversed. Man drugs woman. Then shoots her while she's unconscious. Then claims self-defense. "oh poor me! she was mean to me so i had to drug her and kill her. but it was self-defense!"
Are you going to buy it?
Only a woman could get away with this. Feminism is basically a get out of jail free card for these perpetual victims. Guys if you don't start standing up for yourself, you can just flush your rights down the toilet.
It's being pointed out that so long as women are a protected royalty class without accountability, men will give less and less of a fuck about them and their welfare, and therefore less willing to take action to help them.
That actress on Doctor Who ('haven't seen it myself) was written up for a recent incident where she was locked out of a party-hosting hotel room, naked (sigh) and surely drunk off her ass. She knocked on many of the other doors in the hallway (presumably occupied by unaccompanied professional men away from home on business) and...
...wait for it...
No one opened their door to help her. Not to toss out a bathrobe or anything.
Why? In the moment it was surely a gut fear reaction, but that fear was a learned response: If she gets into your hotel room naked and drunk, and there are no other witnesses, then she can destroy you later with a rape charge.
Good intentions and unintended consequences once again.
Consequence-free rape charges --> Men fearing rape charges --> Men avoiding and shunning women who are likely to get raped
"We only wanted to protect women! We didn't mean to warp men into anti-chivalrous self-protecting indifferent fearbags, causing them to withhold their intervention and protection, resulting in more women being victimized! This isn't fair! Men are pigs! We need more rules!"
(Likewise, ala Casey Anthony, then next time I ever hear about a women being charged with killing her kid, I'm going to assume she did it, no matter what the jury said.)
Good intentions can be their job, but consequences must be our job.
Women are supposed to be caring, understanding, and compassionate? A woman mutilates a man and these cunts make light about it and think of reasons why they might want to do the same thing. Truly sick.
the lesson to be learned here: women are like children-- they reflect their parenting.
since men today are complete emasculated manginas and exercise very little authority over women, dysfunctional female behavior is completely understandable. you can't expect children to raise themselves just as you can't expect women to respect men w/o proper male guidance.
if you're unable to say NO to a woman, you're unfit to have authority over a woman.
this is what happens when female accountability goes out the window with feminism:
The 13 Absolute Worst Parents of 2011 (So Far)
by Michael Gibson, JUL 06 2011
Some people just shouldn't have children, and others treat having a child like most pre-teens do getting a new guitar. It's cool at first, but before you know it, it winds up in the garbage. We're half way through the year and like previous years, this list is, sadly, way too easy to make. From the totally outrageous to the shocking and appalling, here are the absolute worst parents of 2011 (so far).
1. Mom Buys Boob Job for 7-Year-old Daughter
What do you get the 7-year-old who has absolutely everything?
Well, British mom Sarah Burge decided to give her darling daughter, Poppy, that is, yes, 7 years in age, a voucher for a breast augmentation surgery. Burge herself, the mother, known as the "Human Barbie," gave her Baby Barbie a voucher for breast augmentation for her birthday recently, which seems a little odd. But you know what? Don't worry. She can't cash it in until she's 16.
You can't let a 7 year old get a boob job! It's inhumane. I mean, think of how hard finger painting would become.
Was the little girl upset that she didn't get the usual birthday presents a 7-year-old would get? No. Not at all. In fact, she was thrilled, telling the 'Daily Mail,' "I wanted a new computer, a holiday and a voucher for surgery. When I got it all, it was a dream come true. I can’t wait to be like Mummy with big boobs."
FYI: Sarah Burge admits that her 15-year-old stepdaughter has already had Botox injections.
We can start the betting pool on how soon both daughters' self esteem will peak right abouuuut now.
2. Mom Sells Daughter's Virginity for $10,000
What do you do when you're down on your luck and you need to get rid of a few items in order to make your bills? Rationally, you sell your DVDs first, then you move on to other valuable things that you like, but don't need like, you know, old sewing machines, your 13-year-old daughter's virginity and maybe some old blouses, but who really pays reasonable buy-back sums for blouses nowadays?
According to police, Felicia Rea McClure (who you might remember from such news stories as "Mother Knows Worst" and "The Mommy Madame") tried to sell her 13-year-old daughter's virginity. Yes, prosecutors say Felicia sent multiple text messages to a potential buyer, asking him to pay $10,000 to have sex with her young daughter.
She's also accused of sending sexually explicit photos of the teen in an effort to shop her around, which makes sense if you've ever used eBay.
Felicia was finally busted by a boyfriend who saw the texts and realized what was going on. She's looking at the very real possibility of spending the rest of her life behind bars if she's convicted of sex abuse and exploitation of a minor.
The best part about the embedded news report is that every single time they refer to the buyer they refer to him as a "gentleman".
3. Pregnant Mother Smokes a Pack a Day to Make Baby 'Stronger'
What won't kill you makes you stronger. This is the only logical explanation for why this person actually thinks this.
Smoking cigarettes is bad for babies. Period. But, tell that to 20-year-old Charlie Wilcox of Kent, England. This mom smoked between 15-20 cigarettes every single day while pregnant with her daughter, Lilly.
Really? In this economy?
Charlie told the BBC that she believed injecting the dangerous levels of carbon monoxide (from the smoke) into her bloodstream, her baby would get stronger, because her heart would be forced to work harder, "on its own."
Not surprisingly, little Lilly was born prematurely and she had a low birth weight. But hey, on the upside, maybe she won't have to have plastic surgery later on in life?
4. Mother Burns Child's Face with an Iron for Reading a Book Wrong
Meet Hope Askew. Yes, this is her real name and yes, it is slightly ironic.
When this Texas mother decided her young daughter was reading a book incorrectly, she felt hopeless. Her daughter was just not getting it. So, like any sane mother looking to dole out a fitting punishment for such a heinous crime as getting a few words wrong during a child's learning process she picked up the iron she was using on the laundry and pressed it to the 10-year-old's face. Twice. Probably for symmetry.
And that's not all. Not only did she seriously injure the little girl, she also didn't treat the injuries. The kid went to school, burns and all, telling a school nurse that she'd accidentally connected with a hot skillet, which is when people started getting suspicious since the nurse felt bad for the girl. This mother deserves not only a few years in jail, but to have her child taken away from her if nothing but for the fact that she made it so that her unfortunate daughter can never wear a horizontally-striped longsleeve sweater again.
5. Mother Kills Baby, Then Takes Him Shopping
Toyrianna Smith is one screwed up, sick mom who probably played with way too many of those creepy "real looking" baby dolls when she was little.
Police in Chicago claim that Smith killed her three-month-old son and then "took the dead infant shopping with her." Yes, you read that right. First the killing, THEN the shopping. Someone really needs to learn to plan their Saturdays a little better.
Authorities believe that Smith murdered little Ken Blackman Jr. when he wouldn't stop crying, by holding him down with a blanket over his tiny face. Then, she went to sleep, like a baby. Only she woke up the next day and, according to reports, got up, dressed her dead baby, got him into his BabyBjorn(TM) and brought him along on an hours-long shopping excursion.
Police finally got involved when a neighbor noticed the blood on the baby blanket- along with the fact that the baby wasn't breathing.
Toyrianna Smith, by the way, confessed. Really not too much more you can do at that point.
6. Mother Passes Out Drunk at a Bar with Child in Her Lap
Sometimes, you just have to sleep.
37-year-old Florida mother Kira Logsdon-Mitchell wanted to go out partying. The problem? She had three young children at home. What to do, what to do? Load up the kids and take them to the bar, of course! A woman has to have her priorities.
According to authorities, Kira took her four-year-old son with her when she hit up Frank's Place bar in Ocoee, Florida. She left the other two children, ages 7 and 9, back at home since bringing them to a bar would be irresponsible.
But obviously, you can't take a child into a bar, right? So what did Kira do? According to reports, Kira left her son in her car while she went inside and got trashed. But Kira missed her baby - so she eventually brought him in with her. A bartender called the cops, who later found a stinking drunk, passed out Kira curled up in the bar with her child.
Hey, at least she didn't drive him.
7. Mom Kills Daughter for Tossing Game Console
In March of 2011, Japanese mom Yui Tanaka was arrested in connection with the death of her three-year-old daughter, Shizuku Tanaka. According to reports, the toddler was bound and stuffed into a garbage bag, where she later suffocated. Why, you ask? Her mother was quoted as saying that little Shizuku threw away the family's gaming console. And those things cost a lot of money!
And not only that, the mom was also upset that her daughter was "fussy and noisy" when she and her boyfriend were trying to play games, which brings up an important social point: just because you're playing a stealth game where your slightest move/noise can set off an alarm that'll call hundreds of your enemies, people can still talk around you. The characters can't hear you.
Some reports claim that Yui didn't mean to kill the child. I mean, who doesn't bind their baby with duct tape and throw them into a garbage bag when they're being loud? It's like the tiny drops of whiskey so they can sleep or rocking them back and forth: some things are just timeless parenting staples.
8. Mother Kills Toddler Son During Exorcism
Indiana mother Latisha Lawson was accused of killing her two-year-old son, Jezaih, during a botched and totally misguided exorcism. Hasn't she ever seen the movies? Things like this should be left to professionals and Christian scam-artists.
According to reports, Latisha mistakenly believed her children were possessed by demons, Frailty style.
Reports say the mom forced her 10-year-old daughter, Kierra, and little Jezaih to drink a mixture of oil and vinegar, believing it could cast out evil spirits in their bodies. The 10-year-old threw up the mixture but three-year-old Jezaih didn't - in fact, Lawson admitted to authorities that she forced the toddler to drink the mixture and held his mouth closed "for about 10 minutes... until he stopped breathing."
Which calls to question this woman's innocence, unless, of course, it takes her 8 minutes to swallow a single sip of beverages. In that case what she did is perfectly understandable.
When her son was dead, Lawson apparently prayed over his motionless body, wrapped him in a blanket and kept him in a closet "for almost a year." Because a closet is where you keep dead bodies fresh. This is disgusting. Why? Because I won't even leave day-old Chinese food in the living room, let alone a dead body in a closet.
9. Mother Kills Her Two Children for Talking Back to Her
This is extremely depressing, because how many times did you get some guff from your parents for talking back?
What could they possibly have been arguing about that led to this? The worst part is that the mother probably threatened them, but they never really got that she wasn't kidding.
The woman bought a gun and bullets about a week before and one day after school, she shot her young son in the head. She then walked up to her daughter's room while she was doing homework on her computer and shot her once in the head, once in the face.
She was going to then kill herself, but couldn't go through with it since, you know, murdering two bright, young innocent, intelligent children in cold blood really takes it out of you. She showed no remorse when police showed up, but was shaking yet calm during her arrest.
Why did this happen? Because they talked back to her. The only reason. This gives me reason to believe that this quote from a wiseman from the 1990s is true because sometimes, guys, "parents just don't understand". Truer words have never been rapped.
10. Mother Throws Newborn Into Snowbank
21-year-old Ashley Renee Couch was a brand new mom when she apparently decided she'd had enough.
According to reports, the Minneapolis mom was arrested after allegeldy throwing her newborn baby into a snowbank during a fight with her significant other. Cause that'll show 'im.
"This is why we can't have nice things!"
The 18-day-old baby girl suffered hypothermia (it was 16 degrees outside at the time), but thankfully, she survived. She's in foster care, and Couch was charged with child endangerment and neglect.
11. Children Caught Running Naked Through Jersey Streets
New Jersey mother Francine Davis is facing child endangerment charges after five of her children, ages 3 to 14, were found on the streets of Jersey City. Some of the kids were naked, all of them were hungry and their mom was nowhere to be found. One of the youngest children, a toddler, was very nearly hit by cars (several times) - and fortunately, due to his awesome Frogger skills, he's okay.
Thankfully, neighbors spotted the brood in the street and called authorities. All of the kids are in temporary foster care.
So, what exactly happened? According to reports Francine decided to go out with a boyfriend, so she left all of the kids with their eldest sibling.
Now normally, this would be a non-issue: older sibs are often designated family babysitters when mom needs a time out. In this case, however, the oldest sibling was a 14-year-old autistic child, which could probably be trusted in a much "brighter" household, but in this particular case, the most responsible adult thought that leaving small kids with a 14-year-old autistic child was a good idea, so yeah. Not the best place to grow up.
12. Eighth Graders Sex it Up on Bus Trip: Chaperons Oblivious
While they aren't mothers of these kids directly, eight chaperones on a Dayton View Academy bus trip without question deserve a place on this list. Why? Two of their charges, eighth-graders, had sex on a bus during a spring break trip - and despite the fact that all were on the bus at the time, not ONE of them noticed. Not one. Seriously? Other students saw it. One (finally) reported the incident, after the fact, of course. But no, all eight adult chaperons were said to be totally engrossed in a movie...while the kids were getting busy in the back. Like, really busy.
And no, chaperons don't have eyes in the backs of their heads, but surely they heard other students buzzing about it, right? Wrong. HUGE thumbs down to the chaperons of the 2011 Dayton View Academy Spring Break trip.
Oh, FYI: The student who tattled on her naughty classmates was punished by the school for not telling chaperones about the sex right away. All the kids involved were suspended (from school). The parents, though, who let this happen under their supervision, are going to get off. Which, you know, even Stevens in that case, I guess.
13. Mom Accused of Killing Infant in Microwave
This is the worst.
A mother in Sacramento, California, is accused of killing her six-week-old daughter, by placing her in the kitchen microwave and then turning it on. That's right, someone did this in real life. Just like that scene from Gremlins. Only with a real baby. I know. I know. This is the world we live in. Take it in. It's a lot.
According to reports, 29-year-old Ka Yang tried to tell police she'd accidentally dropped little Mirabele Thao-Lo on a space heater while she was having a seizure. Authorities did NOT buy that story, since counter space usually precedes microwaves in the "places to set a baby down safely" department.
Instead, the police are dealing with a crime so horrific it's scarred even the most veteran child abuse investigators. Yang has been charged with murder. Her other three children are in the custody of relatives, thankfully.
As bizarre and disturbing as this case is, it's not the first time this has happened. in 2008, Ohio mother China Arnold was tried and convicted of killing her young daughter in a microwave oven.
Hopefully both of these
women will spend the rest of their days in jail being fed microwaved food so that they never forget what they did.
I can cook. I can clean. I don't have a mustache. And I put out on the first date--in other words, I'm hot.
since men today are complete emasculated manginas and exercise very little authority over women, dysfunctional female behavior is completely understandable. you can't expect children to raise themselves just as you can't expect women to respect men w/o proper male guidance.
OK. I do believe that I am starting to actually get this.
I was talking with Boggs and DeathBy the other night, and DeathBy gave an anecdote about -- drumroll -- a woman he encountered professionally who threw a fit and made ridiculous psycho-crazy-irrational demands on her husband and some skilled tradesmen in his/their/her employ.
That's not the point of the story, though. This is:
Normally, I mentally react to anecdotes such as these (and boy are there plenty of them) from the helpless indignant MRA pussy playbook: "God what a crazy bitch! The nerve! Women are awful! The world's going to shit! I'm cutting my dick off tonight!"
And yes, sure, that tape was playing. But there was another tape as well this time:
"Lay off. She's a woman. Women are irrational and unreasonable. It's not her fault. Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly, and she's gotta freak out. We can't blame an eight-year old for his inability to land the 747, nor even for his inability to even appreciate how hard that is. That would be unfair. Rather, there's only one responsible party in that partnership -- the husband -- and he's way out of line allowing her to misbehave so horribly."
The story wasn't about her anymore. It was about him.
:-O Ooooooooooooooo. :-O
It lifts the anger. It dissolves the resentment. It puts the ball back in my court. It's one heck of a relief. B-)
The truth is, I’d much rather work for a man than a woman. I’ve always dressed with the express intention to please and gratify my male bosses in the workplace.
If I had a choice of how to spend my ideal lunch hour, it’s a no-brainer. Each and every time I’d choose to flirt over lunch with a male superior rather than engage in mindless gossip with the girls over a Pret sandwich.
Yet I’m no meek, all-serving geisha or someone hellbent on sleeping their way to the top. I am university educated, reasonably intelligent and, so I’ve been told, attractive. I’m easy on the eye — and I use it to my advantage every single day. Before you roll your eyes in disgust and write me off as a shameless gold digger, little better than a WAG, consider this.
By the age of 30 I had a three-quarter-of-a-million-pound house, a Mercedes convertible (and a Mercedes estate for when I took my dogs out), a walk-in dressing room crammed with clothes that Carrie Bradshaw would be envious of — oh, and I had a generous six-figure salary and a high-ranking position in my chosen industry.
For 16 years I worked in television. While women dominate many of the senior roles; it is men who are the gateway to million pound budgets, to salary hikes, to whether you succeed or not. Like it or not, the reality is this: they hold the purse strings of the broadcasting industry. Whether you are working for a guy in London or LA, they are one and the same.
They adore being flirted with, love to have their egos stroked and — above all else — they yearn for the attention of an attractive woman. I learned very early on in my career how to clock within seconds who the important male was in any room and pandered to him accordingly. And it paid off.
Without realising it, I was just obeying the principles outlined by sociologist Dr Catherine Hakim in her new book called Honey Money: The Power Of Erotic Capital. Serialised in the Mail last week, it’s caused quite a stir with its suggestion that knowing how to use your sexuality is as crucial to success at work as intelligence, skill and professional qualifications. My only surprise is that erotic capital hasn’t been flagged up before as a crucial office asset.
Certainly in the TV industry, there aren’t any successful women who don’t possess these skills — and utilise them to the max. But you don’t have to be born beautiful to learn how to use your erotic capital. I was a shy, overweight, dumpy child, who grew into a self-conscious, spotty, plump teen, the proverbial ugly duckling. To my surprise, at 16 I transformed into a swan. The puppy fat disappeared, my complexion took on an enviable glow and I reached the 5ft 11in height I am today.
Almost on cue I was whisked into the Queen Bee in-crowd. Male friends fawned after me (they still do), and I received countless date invitations.
After years of being looked over, I was finally being looked at. My confidence grew, along with my flirting skills, my social charms were finessed and, after years of being the wallflower — someone guys confided in rather than chatted up — I was at ease in male company.
A recent survey found that 87 per cent of women would flirt with a male colleague if it meant they got their own way
By the time I arrived in London to go to university, my skills had been honed even further. I groomed a relationship with a professor whose cousin worked in TV. He was reputed to occasionally put forward favoured students who would automatically go on to be granted that much-sought-after first rung on the ladder. Inevitably, he put me forward for my first position in TV.
My investment in my sexuality was already paying off. Do I regret those hours spent listening to him rabbiting on about his career, his successes, of a life lived aeons ago, while my fellow students were out having a good time? I do not. I’d have spent double that time with him. He had the power to open doors because he found me attractive. Neither of us was in any doubt about the trade-off.
My own allure grew from the get-go of my professional life. Working in TV meant being around young, single, sexually available men and women. But they were primarily interested in each other; their bosses were rarely on their radar. Typically a generation older than me and my peers, our bosses wanted someone to listen to them moan about their wives or kids. They wanted to feel valued as a man — and I was always more than ready with the right words.
I engineered such opportunities. I’d arrive early — looking perky — to have that valuable 30 minutes of chat with the guy who controlled my wages and the path my career took. It paid off — I went from job to job, with a salary increase each time. I was soon invited to award dinners, networking events and one-to-ones with superiors; I’d been spotted and my star was in the ascendant.
Flattery gets you everywhere: Samantha has no regrets about flirting to further her career (posed by models)
I discovered early on there is no such thing as a free lunch. It is a transaction between you and the man you are dining with. The food is irrelevant. Conversation, flattery, where you’re seated, who your fellow diners are, and, tellingly, who you’re introduced to are what’s important. In return, the man gets to sit with an attractive woman, who makes him feel good about himself. Such conversations are never restricted to a restaurant; on transatlantic flights, in an elevator, even at a Pilates class — you grab every opportunity to trade on your erotic capital in order to benefit your own lot in life.
While you might be thinking I’m little better than a prostitute, I’d argue that’s far from the case. Dr Hakim says erotic capital has real value in the job market and refers to countless studies which back this up. Why anyone else wouldn’t behave as I did is beyond me. While I never slept with anyone, I deliberately wore outfits that the decision-makers appreciate — for example, a Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress never fails to work with a man.
You might think my friends would be outraged. Not a bit of it. Platonic male friends were full of admiration when they clocked how my career and salary soared above theirs. As for my girlfriends, in shared moments over a bottle of wine, when alcohol had paved way for confession time, I discovered a perhaps not-so-surprising thing.
One girlfriend regularly re-adjusts her bra before going into a meeting with her male boss. Yet another female co-worker let it be known in every professional encounter with a man — whether job interview or formal meeting — that she had once worked as a Playboy bunny. Far from me being a one-off, if we women are honest, we’re all at it in our own unique, albeit secret, way.
It hasn’t always been easy to marry this strategy in my home and professional life. My first marriage lasted two years. Was it a casualty of my erotic capital? Yes. My then-husband couldn’t cope with my success or with the fact I paid so much attention to nurturing my relationship with the right bosses. He would comment on my appearance when I left the house each morning, awkwardly joking that I made more of an effort for my employers than I did for him. He was right. Of course I did — I’d argue most women do this, too.
Did I ever cross the line? Yes, but not in the obvious way. I’d put friendships on the backburner while in pursuit of the man or woman with the bigger, better job prospects. Friends, for a while, did stop calling. When you step over that line you move away from the sisterhood and your peers. Today I live in France and no longer work in TV — but that’s not to say I don’t use my erotic power.
Happily married for three years, I’m sexually attentive to my husband and in return I know I can splurge in the Mac make-up store or online at net-a-porter without guilt — I don’t have to justify or even hide my purchases.
Dr Hakim states in her book that for a woman to be successful in all areas of her life she must use her feminine wiles constantly. I’m 40 and have no intention of letting my erotic power diminish.
I exercise daily, use anti-ageing creams and am mindful about what I eat. If I need to secure a reservation in my local busy restaurant I will see the owner and ask him for my favoured table. We inevitably pass several minutes chatting, flirting and catching up on family life. Unsurprisingly, he always frees-up my preferred spot. The secret to any woman’s successful use of their erotic capital starts with a long, hard look in the mirror. If you don’t like what you see, do something about it.
Define what your best assets are: long legs, lustrous hair or even if you have a particular talent, exploit it. It’s time to be realistic because that is the way the world works for successful women.
Our goal isn't just to educate men like you, but to train you as well! We want you to do more than just stand up against systematic feminist brainwashing. We want you to have a GOOD LIFE! Teaching you how to put a bitch in check isn't just for petty revenge. It's so you can have a great relationship with her!
Our goal is to make you comfortable in your own skin so both men and women will want to be part of your life. In other words, we're not just here to expose a problem with society. We're really here to teach you how to re-invent society, so you'll actually enjoy talking to people instead of avoiding them!