Just As I Promised

Jeez. That didn’t take long.

I guess these brainless twits saw me at Heart’s and followed me over here. If so, I consider myself proud to be enough of a feminist to be picked on. I’m in august company.

Just as I said I would, here are their comments. Read ’em and be ashamed, mankind.

“SHUT YOUR GODDAMN FUCKING MOUTHS, CUNTS! YOU ARE FUCKING WORTHLESS! YOU ARE NOT SMART, WE DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY! THE ONLY THING YOU’RE GOOD FOR IS TO SHOW YOUR TITS AND ASS AND TO CARRY AROUND A FEW FUCKING HOLES THAT FEEL GOOD WHEN WRAPPED AROUND MY GODDAMN COCK!

That’s right, all a women is is a vessel for a cunt, mouth and asshole that are just begging to get fucking filled with cock. Women are the useless skin around a cunt. Goddamn bitches, NO ONE FUCKING LIKES YOU! YOU’RE JUST A SEX TOY MADE OF MEAT FOR GUYS TO ENJOY! THAT IS THE PURPOSE OF YOUR EXISTENCE, TO BE USED LIKE A FLESHLIGHT WITH ARMS AND LEGS THAT MOANS! *THAT’S IT*

Your life is fucking worthless you goddamn sluts. Every day thousands of women around the world have their clits cut off, get raped and beaten.In the USA women get killed and raped daily, yet you fucking dumb cunts still spend all of your cash just to look pretty enough so one of us superior males will fuck your goddamn holes. YOU BITCHES LOVE COCK *THAT* MUCH AND YET YOU CRY WHEN A GUY GIVES IT TO YOU AND CALL IT RAPE? FUCK YOU! GO BACK TO SHOWING TITS AND GETTING FUCKED AND NEVER OPEN YOUR MOUTHS AGAIN… ‘cept to take cock.”

This, of course, is from the ubiquitous Anonymous. Oooh, such a man, to spew such drivel with no name behind it. It must make him feel so macho.

By the way, I wouldn’t spend ten cents to look good for you, much less all of my cash.

“The one thing I love above all else in this world is the feeling of penetration a woman. Just imagine it from a male point of view for a second; you and your woman naked in a bed, the sweat glistening off her body after a nice dose of foreplay. She gasps, gently, as she feels the full force of your engorged shaft rub against her. She reached down while looking into your eyes, grasping you hard member, wet from both her sweat and her saliva and pulls you into her. Your cock, a potent signal of your male varility [oopsie; maybe he meant Viagra?] fills her. Looking at the expression on her face you know she needs this, you know this feeling is all she lives for.

Maybe if all you silly feminists understood this you’d change your fucking tampons and stop moaning. It’s a shame you’ll never be able to experiance [sic; no spelling abilities, either] the pure bliss of penetrating someone. Still, I assume doing the dishes is kinda fun. Lucky you.”

If it wasn’t so stupid, this would be almost funny. I think it would qualify for the yearly Bulwer-Lytton award: the worst written fiction of the year. It’s not even good porn.

I guess he’s forgotten that such things as strap-ons exist, as well.

If y’all think this will make me stop writing, you need to think again. I will delete similar comments without a thought, except the ones particularly ripe for ridicule, such as these. As I told Heart, the only way to stop such misogynist depravity is bring it into the open.

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3 thoughts on “Just As I Promised

  1. Arms and legs that moan? Yeah, overall, some kind of bad prose award for that whole mess.“run tell your mother she wants you, kid.”

  2. Hey, Christian Feminist, I’m making the rounds to thank everybody who supported me during the attacks, hence risking your own space. THANKS! It meant a lot to me.And you should comment more to my blog. 🙂Heart

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