RE: Just why, bitch?
January 7, 2014 at 10:11 pm
(This post was last modified: January 7, 2014 at 10:13 pm by Lemonvariable72.)
(January 7, 2014 at 2:48 pm)MarxRaptor Wrote:(January 7, 2014 at 2:44 pm)Esquilax Wrote: "Anyone with sense," is just a verbal standover tactic that you use in place of actually having to support your position.
If this woman doesn't look like she wants to institute totalitarianism I don't know who does! This was also taken right after feminists pulled a fire alarm in an attempt to silence dissent.
Golda Meir Wrote:Women’s Liberation is just a lot of foolishness. It’s the men who are discriminated against. They can’t bear children. And no one’s likely to do anything about that.Golda Meir Wrote:Those nuts that burn their bras and walk around all disheveled and hate men? They’re crazy. Crazy.
(January 7, 2014 at 2:46 pm)Esquilax Wrote: Hitler was a white person, shows you the kind of people white people are.Feminism is a ideology not a race. It isn't generalizing to throw people of one ideology together.
A better example would be "Hitler was a white nationalist, shows you the kind of people white nationalists are."
If I recall correctly the meeting they pull the alarm on was being held by a group called the Canadian association for equality and they were talking about prostate cancer
(January 7, 2014 at 10:01 pm)MarxRaptor Wrote:(January 7, 2014 at 9:26 pm)Belac Enrobso Wrote: Feminism... Sandwiches... Women... Equal rights... They want those... They have those right?Yes, they have them. They just need to pretend they don't to fuel their victim complexes.
Not entirely Marx. There are ways in which women have more rights then men and ways in which men have have more rights then women and it is not a cut and dry issue.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
