bah. nan. nah. pee. ling.

up on the c ling

I dri my clothin.

n tweed n tokin.

i dis respek it

don give respk in

the pill r i skweezin

up on r c ling

i shak a pil tho

un duh my hed doe

to dreem a slept it

take a tokin

A.K.A. reason #24 why I dislike some aspects of the brand of feminism extolled in Reddit (redd-fem).

Shame it because it is sexist, not because it is offensive to you, because offensiveness is subjective, while sexism is not.

Now, why continuous public shaming is a poor tool for social change is another story...

I believed in it
yes
I witnessed it for myself
at very close quarters
perhaps it was I
who was the original
and who was
the pounding
the remorseless
cause of it
because
the reality was there
in the front of my eyes
it was totally undeniable
and honest and true
in its phenomenal verity
her anus was throbbing with love
the peach
her anus
yes
the very anus of her
it was throbbing with love
reaching out
for me
her anus was throbbing with love.

Hordes of angry gamers attacking a woman on the Internet, just like any other day in cyberspace, yeah? This week's target of the largely anonymous hivemind (re: 4chan, reddit, gaming forums) is indie game developer Zoe Quinn, who recently released the interactive fiction novel and educational aid Depression Quest.

It's an unusual entry for the gaming genre, but its out-of-the-box thinking is not what pissed off these predominantly male communities—they claim to be mad about an alleged sex scandal wrapped in what they see as a lapse in ethics. It is neither.

Like most harassment campaigns against women originating from these communities, this one was started by her ex-boyfriend with the intent to shame and punish. More specifically: his multiple blog posts on their failed relationship where he accuses Quinn of sleeping with various prominent figures in the video game industry, including a writer at Kotaku.

It is here that the harassment campaign—which includes sharing her personal information, defamatory YouTube videos, and weird phone calls to her parents—tries to bill itself as justified: exposing corruption in video game journalism. Gamers have been complaining about corruption in video game journalism for years now (googling "video game journalism corruption" yields 870,000 results, to give you an idea) and the Quinn/ Kotaku writer connection was seen as more proof of just how bad video game journalism has gotten.

Except, the Kotaku writer in question never actually wrote said favorable review about Quinn's game.

A pertinent comment from a user on the gaming forum Escapist:

Literally the only thing relevant in any of that is that she had sex with the reviewer, and that's only relevant if she did so before the review came out. And, even then, I can't even find his supposed review of the game. I've found him pointing out the game existed in a news article, but nothing close to an actual review. So, unless someone can link me his actual review of the game (where I expect to see corruption levels of praise), what we have here is a bunch of people pretending that games media not reporting on a woman's adultery is evidence of some feminist conspiracy.

Yes, the angry digital horde has taken to calling the lack of news coverage over Quinn’s involvement in the degradation of the video game journalism industry a "feminist conspiracy." Can you even believe it?

To make matters even more ridiculous, a digital mob has taken to accusing Quinn, not ironically, of creating "a negative image for all current and future female game devs with her actions" and "[setting] back women in the video game industry."

Actually, what keeps women from the gaming industry (and other tech related fields) are online incidents like this one. A woman should be able to engage in sexual relations with her peers and not be publicly smeared for it. Quinn's plight follows the same old (unfortunate) formula of women who are slut-shamed and attacked over not just their work, but their appearance, their past relationships in their field, their hobbies, and any opinion they dare to have, really. Women are not welcome on the Internet, this is known.

Quinn herself, on her Tumblr, has stated she will not be addressing the accusations in her ex-boyfriend’s blog posts as they are a personal matter and "not a matter of legitimate public interest." She goes on to call the bombardment of her online presence with hateful messages a form of "gendered violence, whereby my personal life becomes a means to punish my professional credentials and to try to shame me into giving up my work."

Journalists and influential developers in the community, including Polygon games reviewer Philip Kollar, have come to her defense but it has done little to placate the angry horde.

A woman in gaming does anything wrong: "you've set back the cause of women in gaming" A man in gaming does anything wrong: business as usual

— phil kollar probably (@pkollar) August 19, 2014

At the time of this writing, reddit moderators were still deleting Quinn-related comments violating the site's guidelines (i.e., posting her phone number and address) and a newly added Know Your Meme entry on the controversy is trending. The silver lining in all of this is that the controversy has generated more interest in Depression Quest (the Google Trends spike is quite dramatic), a game said communities loathe almost more than they loathe Quinn. We've been here before, of course: the same thing happened to culture critic Anita Saarkesian and her feminist video series about video games, circa 2012.

Correction: This post initially suggested the author of a linked post at the KC Vidya Rants Tumblr was male, when she in fact is not. We've amended the wording, and regret the error.

Topics: mobs, gaming, video games, reddit, depression quest, culture, power, zoe quinn, Quinnspiracy

August Ames is dead because of you self-righteous fucks.

I hope everyone who berated her gets AIDS raped and dies a slow, painful, pathetic death.

And may your pride rot with you.

Regarding reading; I think that enjoyment, consciousness, apprehension: and particularly apprehension of subtlety and potential in a presented formulation of language - apprehension there; justified as unconscious reaction and impression as (a necessary component of enjoyment) can in that moment (of enjoyment) function there as an original energetic input and as a catalyst to a spontaneous manifestation of a portion of a quota of states of extraordinary definition and finality and also and in that, of a fulfilment of a highest abundance of meaning, efficiency and so of economy, possible in any particular body as it then speaks in returning urges. The potential that one apprehends in something said; where language and meaning seem a unity - is then nothing more than the mere equal of the potential action residing in the body of the apprehensive self. Or even in the end - there transpiring in any due natural activity arising and emergent as finally factually superior to such as (the original apprehensions) or even extant as possibly substantially transcendent. Such are the rungs of the ladder of Mastery ascending as they do now into Mystery.

So was the Terminator.

If I’m an Incel then so was the Creature From The Black Lagoon.

These were men/creatures on a mission.

If I’m an Incel then so was Mothra. Never once did I see Mothra fucking anything. Never once can I recall a scene in which Mothra – giant Moth that he is – fucks another Gaijin.

Or, whoops, I mean Kaiju.

Kaijus are the monsters. Gaijin are just the white people.

I like the movie The Last Samurai a lot.

If I'm an Incel then so was this elderly guy named Doug who used to walk around our neighborhood in a leather jacket when I was like 5 years old. And he was really, really nice and would wave to us and say hi and he was like this character in our young lives.

Like, if you go outside maybe you'll see Doug.

And here again I never saw him with any type of woman. Though, I never followed him home. Which – thank God for that.

I mean, it's not like he asked us or offered us candy or anything fucked up like that. But still. It's good that that didn't happen.

I guess my point here is that I didn't know all there was to know about his personal life. So there's an outside chance he got laid.

But what I'm saying overall is, all these individuals – RoboCop, Paul Bunyan, probably Doug, the clown from the original IT movie – these guys didn't fuck. Like, at all. Yet, they accomplished incredible things. They were incredibly well-respected. And maybe it's BECAUSE they didn't fuck that they soared to such great heights.

The song clearly states that Girls just want to have fun. We all know the song. And when the working day is done, that’s like prime time for them.

That’s when they really, really want to have fun. And, I’m sorry, but that's just not compatible with my life.

Because having fun gets in the way of all the suffering.

Even after work.

And I think that should be a song, too. Just out of fairness. To myself, personally: "Having Fun Gets In The Way Of All The Suffering – Even After Work.”

I'm not saying it would be as big of a hit. I can’t promise it would crack the Top 100. But I still think it would be a good song.

Celebrities are more intelligent than ordinary people and also they are morally superior. They are in a sense our 'Master Race'. They are physically and genetically chosen by their magical destiny to be the leaders of our love. They are a ream for the orifice of our knowing.

Nom nom poopoo tasty, i ate my mummys poopoo yesterday, afyer she suk my peepee

My initial reaction to the ‘news’ of Covid - 19 was what I would hope how the majority of people would react. I mean I saw and apprehended an intense and fear mongering BBC coverage that seemed unbalanced and hysterical - and very obviously intended to generate fear. I decided then to do what I would hope anybody with access to the internet would do. I looked at influenza - the historical death tolls and I looked at what the CDC said about who was vulnerable to Covid - 19 and I found that it was the same people who are vulnerable to influenza - that is to say - people with morbidity. I was told that people with health conditions were also vulnerable so as an insulin dependent diabetic - I went to the CDC website where I read that if the diabetes is well controlled and there are no complications or morbidity - then I was not at more risk than any other healthy person.

I was mightily relieved. At that point my perception of Covid - 19 was that it is just another influenza type of Corona virus and that there is nothing happening in the world that we have not been through many times in our lives without being informed it was even happening. This was early on in the atrocity - and what unfolded in terms of the global response to ‘Covid - 19’ has of course been deeply concerning and very tragic for humanity as a whole.

I have never really understood why anybody would ever watch TV when the internet is available and one can find a range of opinion, facts and perspectives in order to obtain a reliable and rounded view of any topic. When I compare my experience of the internet to that of TV - I am frankly astonished that anybody in this day would ever choose to own a TV when there is a far richer and more reliable alternative. That fact in itself - the abdication of responsibility and control of information that use of TV now involves - has always profoundly concerned me.

The sheepish and slavish acceptance of propaganda in favour of and preference to individual agency that has become so visible in people in this ‘crisis’ is for me the single most significant and decisive aspect of it. It is the substance of the crisis.

I cannot help but feel that so many people have actively enjoyed to be a part of the hysteria and the mass psychosis that we have seen and are living through. It feels as if a deep streak of evil and hatred has been stimulated and revealed in people. I am profoundly alienated. There are people whom I have known and loved for 40 or 50 years that I have disconnected from because they have drunk the Covid Kool-Aid. I have done so because I believe it is their participation in the atrocity that has driven it into fact and into manifestation - and if I were to continue to know them - I too would be participating in the mass murder and celebrating it - as they are. I cannot do that.

When I saw a politician on the BBC saying long before the ‘vaccine’ had been ‘developed’ that a ‘vaccine’ was the only way out of the ‘crisis’ - and I realized that the majority of people had no proper or rounded or balanced or informed grasp of what was happening - and no ability or desire to defend themselves from this naked attack; I felt I was witnessing a great self-betrayal and self-negation of love sweeping across my country and the world. The ordinary ‘man in the street’ now seemed to me a violent and hateful and murderous and destructive enemy riddled with a self loathing and an endless blood lust.

In order to have a civilization we all have to be slaves perhaps I mean we have the technology that we have but that does not mean that such is the only technology that exists in this world everything in this world is done on a need to know basis and there is no need for us to know about any possible alternative technologies implosion or otherwise or of a mother culture because liberty is not possible in a civilization Iron Mountain posits war and civilization as a single integrated entity a symbiotic pulsation of life in the unlimited darkness of forever it is the case then that the termination of the physical facts of war in a civilization might be achieved only in the substitution of a fictional emergency concocting a pretend enemy requiring exactly the same physical energetic demands as war itself and permitting the psychological effects or states of war to continue uninterrupted because civilized life is an orgasm of terror and blood such is the fuel that powers the electronic device and the mind that devised it but we are never to know who our mother is because we don’t need to know.

You are at a party. You see a girl in a floral dress. Her breasts and her nipples are clearly visible in sheer outline. The fabric of her dress is following faithfully and closely the entire lavender contour of the apprehended jug. The nipples are outstandingly erect. She sways softly to the music rapt in an erotic reverie of her own original concoction. She is sweet 18. You resolve straightaway to move in and to issue an opening shot - with a view to finally obtaining a ready consent to immediate and to rigourous penile penetration of all available body orifices - in the sheer impressiveness and in the bewitching compulsion of your opening remark, and you must glom onto and suck faithfully upon her nipples as well. You have promised yourself as much and that you shall do so.
You present your remark to her.
Young lady I assert to you now
that very many of
the people whom we know
are nothing more
than mindless and hapless dogs
looking for an 'owner' to protect
and they want to snarl and to bite
for the sake of their loyalty
they need that
because
they have risen up
and then they have offered their own children
during the emergency
at the appointed time and at the given signal
they happily disposed of their own
simply to experience the extraordinarily gratifying pleasure
of pure unadulterated ultimate master level hyper-obedience
they have presented their own death
and the throats of their own children
unabashed
as vehement and as hysterical tribute to their owners
I presume
once and upon the other hand
that you my girl
look tasty
are NOT tainted and besmirched
and that you personally did not bend down
and take the liquid 'mark of the beast'
into your soft naked and innocent human arm
and that being the case
however I must suggest to you now that
I can supply you with a liquid mark
an equivalent
of an entirely other sort and stripe of beast
which you might easily prefer
to kneel down and to receive
so what say you now miss
what say you
She replies
My clitoris is goose stepping
to the German National Anthem as we speak
right down the street of justice
also known as
the shaft of your cock
this is the emergency of my naked need
in the face of your opening awareness
and as categorical authenticator of my own
original primacy
I mean what did Adolf Hitler have for breakfast
every morning as attested
in the testimony
but biscuits and chocolate
and so are you going to fuck her - or not?

But I say that because I love you.

I niggered a child today

I don't want
any gay children
any little proto homosexuals
at least for a phase
the darlings
these cherubs of our fancy
I do not want them
these babes
to be castrated and sterilized
to be knifed or chopped
or to be stuck and spiked
or terminally medicalized
to their dying day
I don't want that
I like a good tomboy
and a pretty little sissy
oh yes I like them
and I love them too
and I would never
try to kill them
or to rape them
or to smash them
or to grill them
with sex or with gender
or any other sick and vile adult ideas
of the corrupt carnivore
cannibal pretenders
for these are the matters
for a future to do
and I love the children
and I will protect them
I shall sing them a song
because a future is true.

Greta

news men say that the world is ending | climate Change calls for reckless spending | squarehead girl on her puppet strings | now the data men are saying silly things |

says scholar two to scholar one | “quickly something must be done” | says scholar one to scholar two | “i have a plan for what to do” |

“tax the carbon, that’ll work” | says overpaid econojerk | oh yes that, but why stop there? | we must do more to prove we Care |

to scholar two speaks scholar three | “it’s the diet, don’t you see?” | well if the farming causes fug | instead of meat, man must eat bug! |

“it’s the airplanes in the sky | spewing things when they go by | we must act and stop them now” | says scholar four to the seated crowd |

“you’re making this up, you filthy hack!” | shouts a voice from the back | “that may be so” says scholar four | “but for all this power, why abjure?” |

Compassion

Liberalism is compassionate | stealing your money is an act of love | it may be a police state | with its boot on your head | but at least that boot is as likely | to belong to a woman as a man | and they make the same money | or something | there may be limits on your speech | that’s part and parcel of | a free democracy | but at least you can kill your fetus | on demand. that’s what freedom | and love | and tolerance | is all about | we love you |

I​ don’t care about you anymore.

Corona believer

No

Not now

I want rid of you

Corona believer

I would like to see you dead and gone

Corona believer

Finished

I care nothing for you

Now

Corona believer

You are a cancer

You are a stain

You are scum

You are a disease a pestilence a filth

Contamination

You are Death

Corona believer

You have had your chance

The chance of life

The chance to love

The chance to know

The chance to be

Human

Corona believer

You have thrown that up

You are

Resigned

You have chosen fear

You have chosen ignorance

You have chosen failure

You have chosen Death

So die!

Yes

Die

Corona believer

Die

I would see you marched into the jaws of a gigantic woodchipper

I would see you pulverised into a spray of bloody hamburger

I would see the huge pool of slurry created in your final liquidation

Released into a river estuary

To feed the fish of the world

Die

Corona beiever

Yes

Die

Turn the sea red

Now

Corona believer and say

Goodbye!

With the Johnny Depp vs Amber Heard case all over the internet - we have of course all been looking for the Amber Heard sex/nude scenes compilations available on xvideos and other places. We have seen it confirmed in these materials that Amber Heard possessed and exhibited the best and the finest female body ever depicted nude in the history of Hollywood. However the immaculate perfection of her youthful bodily form - which is so outstandingly obvious - has now been designated as a source of evil - in her new fictional role as murderous super-harridan and scourge of the naif and of the innocent ‘weeping teenager’ ‘Johnny’ Depp. The propaganda and the marketing function of this casting of this drama and of this storytelling - can be a matter for speculation in its specificities and details. The rude and the devastating and the criminal desecration and abolition of our cherished images and memories of nubile physical perfection now driven into a putative moral degradation - is an outrage and a violation upon us which we of course take to be a very personal affront to us and to our dignity.

why does't thou shit smell so?

What happen'st to thine diet?

Wherefore art thou thy sense?

Would'st thou stop being a fatass?