From: Jake Sapiens (every1hz@earthlink.net)
Date: Sun Jul 27 2003 - 15:29:19 MDT
I might not put it quite the way that this author put it, and I would
probably tell a different story as to the origins of the Chip, but I can attest
to the Chip. In my opinion its what happens when women get the "Me! Me!"
meme. The author attributes it to feminist ideology, but imo that's
probably just the story that the women tell themselves and others about their
revelation of the meme. I think its not even necessary that it be
contemporary feminist ideology. Any BS (belief system) that encourages
self-absorptive behaviors will certainly cause similar symptoms. Though
the words may vary, the result is the same in that everything comes out
(surprise!) to being about her in some way or another. Now men
have been getting this meme for some time in rising and falling numbers.
But women seem to now have become more susceptible to it as well. I must
agree that its affect on women seems a bit more dramatic and widespread, and I
do think that this author is also right in the fact that once the infection
has begun there is generally no going back. You can expect this new
"standard feature" from American women henceforth. Perhaps American
chipped women may one day learn to better compensate for this behavior, or
perhaps they will simply turn to cloning (my personal suggestion), but in any
case, I recommend not getting too terribly interested in them or their
genitalia, especially if you have alternatively non-Chipped females
available. And even if you don't, Chipped women generally aren't
even worth it in desperation. You might as well consider castrating
yourself, or wanking off. If you simply can't resist one for some strange
reason, be sure to use effective birth control.
Love,
-Jake
----- Original Message -----
From: Hermit
Sent: 7/27/2003 10:02:46 AM
Subject: virus: Marrage, Horror and Susan
Reimer
The subject of Marriage and its multiple disadvantages has cropped up on
virus before from time to time. This article takes some swipes along the same
lines, reserves a special (deserved) place for the average American wimmin and
is screamingly funny to boot.
Enjoy.
Hermit.
Marriage, Horror and Susan Reimer
Take Horror. It's a Better Bet.
Source: Orlando Sentinel (http://www.strike-the-root.com/archive/reed.html )
Authors: Fred Reed
Dated: 2003-07-01
Were I to offer thoughts on marriage to young American men today, in these
the declining years of a once-great civilization, my advice would be as follows:
Don't do it. Or, if you do, do it in another country. In America marriage is a
grievous error.
And why so? Because of The Chip. The Attitude. The bandsaw whine of anger,
anger, anger that makes American women an international horror. It's there. It's
real.
You, a young man, may not recognize the Chip if you have never seen normal,
warm, happy women. If you are twenty-something and haven't been out of the US,
you haven't seen them. They exist by the billion--in Latin America, Singapore,
Taiwan, Malaya, China and, last I looked, France and Holland. And of course not
every woman in America carries the Chip. None of them think they do. Yet it is
the default, the usual, what comes out of the box.
The following is a perfectly ordinary, everyday, bulk-lot example, suitable
for poisoning a cistern:
"Other than a 29-inch waist and a full head of hair, there isn't much to
recommend the twentysomething male . . . . He is living an extended adolescence
-- an adult-olescence -- and every immature, irresponsible, self-absorbed thing
he does is reinforced by the latest issue of his favorite men's magazine."
(Susan Reimer, a columnist for the Baltimore Sun. I bet she goes out a
lot.)*
Hers is the Attitude--and what they think of you. It is the defining trait
of American women. Exceptions exist, and they have my apologies, but they are
few and no, sport, your Sally probably isn't one of them. They're coiled to
bite. As soon as problems arise in the marriage, they turn into Susan.
Susan Reimer is what is out there, guys: bitter that no one wants her (as
who in his right mind could?), sure that no one is good enough for her, never
having grasped that those who would be loved must first be lovable. Understand
this: Susan is America. Some hide it better, springing it on you after the
ceremony, but Susan is the rule.
The Susans do not like men. Sometimes they actually take courses in
disliking men ("Women's Studies"). Yet they want to marry one and have babies.
For them, the contradiction actually makes a kind of sense, because (and they
know this, believe me) they will get the house, the children, and the child
support. For you, it makes no sense. You will get raped in the divorce courts.
You don't know how bad it is. Don't do it.
A prime effect of marriage is backbreaking financial overhead: the
excessive house in the prestigious suburb, the pricey but boring cars, all that.
But if you don't fall into the trap, keeping your expenses down means you can
live in Alaska or overseas and enjoy existence. There is more to life than debt
service. Although these are bad times for marrying, they are extraordinarily
good times for being single.
Now, children. This is sticky. You may want them, or think you want them,
or think you may want them. She wants them. My advice is to move to almost any
country where English isn't spoken and women don't want their husbands to be the
mothers of their children. Any country inhabited by the Chinese would do
nicely.
Incidentally, remember that it is never now or never. Your prospects
improve with time. At thirty-five or fifty you will be perfectly able to find a
good woman if you know where to look. See above list.
Remember also that these are not good times for having children in America.
It is almost irresponsible. The schools are scholastically poor, drug-ridden,
given chiefly to political indoctrination, and hostile to male children. The
universities are little better. Divorce is hell on children and their fathers,
and nearly universal. The country lunges to police-statedom and isn't, I
suspect, as stable as it might be. Worse, worst, there is Susan Reimer. Her name
is legion, and she seeps everywhere, like the effluvium of unwashed socks.
Further, there is no social duty to have children. Some argue that the
white population is in decline. Tough. If the country chooses to make having
kids undesirable, then let it decline. It is not your problem.
Now, you might well wonder, why are American women carrying the Chip?
Practically, it doesn't matter: They do carry it, and will continue. Still, it
is partly because from birth they are fed the notion that they have been
oppressed, battered, cheated, deprived, harassed, used as sex objects, not used
as sex objects, on and on. Being rational, you are perhaps inclined to point out
that never has a female population been less any of these things, but don't
bother. It will have no effect. The Chip is an emotional artifact to which they
respond emotionally.
The bedrock of The Attitude is that everything is the man's fault. Wonders
Reimer, "What is the answer, especially if the 20- and 30-year-old male is such
poor marriage material?" She does not wonder, "If I am such a grindingly awful
termagant that men on three continents are crossing their legs and feeling
queasy over my mere column, and won't come near me except in a Kevlar
bathysphere with a disinfectant system, maybe I'm doing something wrong. Gosh. I
wonder what?"
Yet something more is going on, though one does not easily see just what.
Note that in recent decades we have seen the invention by women of bulimia and
anorexia, which no one had heard of in 1965. Men made them do it. At roughly the
same time women began getting breast implants, which men also made them do, and
then suing about it. In the same period they began having induced memories of
being raped or satanically abused by their fathers. Men again. The psychotherapy
racket grew like kudzu, a sure sign of deep unhappiness over something.
All of this is recent. You have to be fifty to remember women who were
resilient, sane, psychically strong and, within the limits of an often sorry
existence, content. But whatever the answer, guys, the problem isn't
yours.
Spend a year overseas, however you have to do it. For smart, classy, just
plain glorious women who often speak English, try Singapore. Argentina is
splendid. Many places are. You would be amazed. See what's out there before you
marry a gringa with her Inner Susan, who will one day burst from her chest like
one of those beaked space-aliens in the movies, dripping venom. They're death.
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