An observation on third-wave feminist weirdos


I had a conversation on Facebook this morning with a bunch of writer friends prompted by the latest in third-wave feminist weirdness, where they literally display their vaginas to the world as some heavenly entities for everyone to worship.

We’ve seen vaginal knitting, where some performance “artist” (read: some attention whore with daddy issues) decided to shove a bunch of yarn up her vagoo and knit a sweater. I can’t imagine how that sweater would smell – probably some horrid mix of wet dog and sweaty twat – but I also can’t imagine any rational reason why anyone would advertise this to the world, other than “LOOK AT MEEEEEE!!!”

brain_bleach2_4427We’ve seen some weirdo make yogurt out of her vaginal discharge. Yes… yogurt. She apparently had to shove a wooden spoon up there to get some bacteria out, and she apparently ate it too. Hey, if I wanted to chow down on vaj, I’d go out and find myself a girlfriend, and lady… I’d be willing to buy you the coolest sex toy I find on the Internets if you find a way to erase that image from my brain! I certainly wouldn’t take the time to ferment yogurt out of my own snatch. She and her friends claim it was just this “weird little experiment” she did on her own time – nothing connected with class, not for a grade. And yet, somehow, the media got a hold of this story, and Cecilia Westbrook became instantly famous. I wonder who went public with this little story…

Now there’s this. I warn you now – if you’re easily grossed out, stop reading. I’ll even give you a fold, so I don’t expose you to the kind of noxiousness these creatures are now parading around for the world to see!


Smells like… Pedo Bear



I don’t have a Reddit account, and I don’t want one, so I don’t plan on engaging you all there.

I am a female. I don’t have anyone’s balls in a jar or anywhere else. My husband would probably curb stomp you for the suggestion.

I support the rights of trans people, gay people, straight people, whatever. I have defended their rights, including the right to marry and live their lives peacefully, numerous times on this blog.

This blog entry is about a pedophile, who just happens to be transgendered. That’s not the crux of the story. This is obviously a very twisted person who finds pre-pubescent children sexually appealing. Wants. To. Have. Sex. With. CHILDREN. If you cannot understand why this is evil, horrible, and sick and equate this with some kind of weird, perceived “hatred” I have for trans people, you’re not just reading comprehension-deficient, you’re definitely climbing up the wrong fucking tree.

If you fail to condemn a person who publicly admits to having sex fantasies with children, and worse yet, try to make excuses for said person, claiming that their terrible, difficult life is somehow an excuse for this hideousness, I can’t fucking help you.

Carry on.


Sometimes you cruise the Interwebz, and you run across stuff that makes you want to immediately take a shower in boiling Listerine. If you know anything about me at all, you know that my hatred for child molesters and sex offenders writ large is burning. Thousand flaming ovens burning. Thousand nuclear explosions burning. Thousand suns burning.

My disdain for those who make excuses for these pernicious shitslurpers rivals that of the actual pedophile. Enter this Phil Sandifer creature that (if that is its real photo) looks sort of like the thankfully expired Anwar al Awlaki mated with Pajama Boy.

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This megadouche shocked me earlier with his claim that anyone who thought communism was oppressive should be essentially killed.

To which I would reply that anyone who says communism is the most oppressive form of government has ACTUALLY FUCKING LIVED IT! But I don’t do too much Tweeting. It’s irritating, takes up a lot of time, and attracts all sorts of wankery in response that’s too stupid to waste time addressing.

I won’t go into the origins of what has made me physically sick today. You can read some background here. And here. You can also watch the video of the research done here.

Take some strong anti-nausea medicine before you do, though, because it contains chat logs from Sarah Nyberg. Yeah, I didn’t know who she was either, so I had to do some research, but apparently she’s a trans woman who is a pedophile. Well, apparently Phildo doesn’t think it’s a huge big deal, because modern childhood is really a Victorian invention anyway.

And frankly, these twisted, sick tendencies are mitigated by the fact that poor Sarah is a trans person, Phildo says, because… well, you’re too simple to understand the complexities, you puritannical nitwit!

And while Sarah Nyberg plays the martyr on Twitter, claiming those who support her are being threatened and harrassed, and that there’s a systematic “abuse campaign” going on against her, Phildo proudly stands with her and tells her he will support her anyway! Good lord!

Because screen capturing one’s own words apparently qualifies as an “abuse campaign,” to these shitgits.

I don’t know if Sarah Nyberg actually acted on these feelings. I would hope not. The thought of her finding an 8-year-old child sexually appealing is disturbing on every level possible. Sorry, I don’t say this as a puritan or as someone unaware of history. I say this as a parent. An innocent 8-year-old child should be NO ONE’S sex fantasy! It’s a base, repugnant thing to even consider twisting and destroying innocence in such a manner! And if she – dog forbid – acts on it…

…that would be a crime not just according to modern jurisprudence and moral standards, but a sick, demented cruelty – the theft of childhood, an exploitation and sullying of purity. And if Sarah Nyberg is having these urges, she really needs to seek help at once.

Nothing can justify these twisted urges. Nothing. But Phildo certainly tries. Why? I can’t even begin to fathom. Judging from his Tweet, he apparently will defend his ideological allies, no matter what, because some people have this urge to normalize sick behavior (note the little history lesson Phildo tweets about the notion of childhood) in those who they claim are victims of society. Sarah Nyberg is a trans person. Sarah Nyberg has obviously been victimized by those evil, cis, hetero, white, privileged penis bearers. Therefore Sarah Nyberg must be ardently defended (Well, she was abused! That’s why she’s having those urges! Don’t you get it?) despite some very abnormal urges she admits to having. Phildo probably thought Stalin was a swell guy too.

For the record, I know quite a few trans and gender queer folks, whose reaction to Sarah Nyberg’s publicly professed urges would be to toss her ass into a woodchipper and fertilize their lawns with the leavings to ensure she never stepped within 500 yards of a child!

But no… Phildo would rather be sodomized with a rabid hedgehog than condemn Sarah’s urges as unequivocally wrong and in need of serious psychiatric attention. He’d rather defend the indefensible, because… OPPRESSION!

This, beyond everything else, I find most inexcusable!

Have You Kissed Your Wyoming Man Today?


You might not want to after you read this.

On June 29, 2011, the Wyoming Department of Health was notified of two laboratory-confirmed cases of Campylobacter jejuni enteritis among persons working at a local sheep ranch. During June, two men had reported onset of symptoms compatible with campylobacteriosis. Both patients had diarrhea, and one also had abdominal cramps, fever, nausea, and vomiting. One patient was hospitalized for 1 day. Both patients recovered without sequelae. During June, both patients had participated in a multiday event to castrate and dock tails of 1,600 lambs. Both men reported having used their teeth to castrate some of the lambs. Among the 12 persons who participated in the event, the patients are the only two known to have used their teeth to castrate lambs. During the multiday event, a few lambs reportedly had a mild diarrheal illness. Neither patient with laboratory-confirmed illness reported consumption of poultry or unpasteurized dairy products, which are common sources of exposure to C. jejuni (1). The patients resided in separate houses and did not share food or water; none of their contacts became ill.

Just for those of you who are having trouble comprehending this… These men got sick, because they were chewing lamb balls off with their teeth!

With. Their. Teeth.

So next time you have a hot date in Wyoming, think twice about that kiss “goodnight” at your door.  Or at any point in the future. Or really about ever dating a man from Wyoming. Ever.

h/t: Dr. Grumpy



It’s a Sunday. It’s a beautiful fall day in Arlington. Rob and I just got back from a wonderful brunch and a matinee showing of Immortals. Nothing in the world could disturb my peace.

Except this

Oneal Ron Morris, 30, was arrested Friday after an investigation by Miami Gardens Police and the Florida Department of Health.

According to police, the victim saw Morris in May and was injected in her buttocks with a substance consisting of cement, “Fix a Flat,” mineral oil and super glue.

I understand the desire to improve your shape. Squats, running, dance…

But Fix a Flat??


Super glue???

Carry on!



This would just be another story about a sex offender arrested in Oregon.

She was arrested for failure to comply with the Iowa sex-offender registry. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Except one thing…

They claim this is a woman.


You’re welcome.

Most. Unappetizing. Visual. Evah.


If you ever want to make me hurl the Cheez-Its I consumed for lunch today, just mention the sight of Rahm Emanuel, nekkid, pasty, dangly bits flopping around in indignation… in the shower with Congressman Eric Massa.

Rep. Massa describes a confrontation with Emanuel in a shower: “I am
showering, naked as a jaybird, and here comes Rahm Emanuel, not even
with a towel wrapped around his tush, poking his finger in my chest,
yelling at me.”

Video is there too.  Not of the shower scene… oh God no!!!  Just of Massa describing the shower scene.

I think I’d rather watch Ned Beatty get violated by a bunch of inbred rednecks in Deliverance over and over again.

Pass. The. Brain. Bleach.

A few thoughts on the Crotchbomber (WITH VERY IMPORTANT UPDATE)


I just saw the ABC news photo of the Crotchbomber’s explosive panties, and it really started my mind working. It’s a quite feminine pair of panties with an explosive packet sewn into the crotch.  INTO THE CROTCH, PEOPLE!!!  How unhinged do you have to be to wake up one morning and go, “Hmmmm…. gee…. I think killing Americans is MUCH more important than my penis!  I think I’ll set it on fire in the name of Allah!”

What. The. Fuck.

This Nigerian assflake was actually fanatical enough to concede to blowing up his own nuts in an effort to kill a few Americans on a plane!  He either values his manhood very little (quite obvious by the fact that the cowardly sow humper committed himself to killing innocent civilians, including children), or he’d overslept on his way to the airport and his suppliers all ran out of suicide belts leaving him with the choice of exploding panties, or a dynamite dildo.  Maybe he thinks his junk will be restored in heaven just in time to hump his 72 virgins.  I don’t know.  All I know is that if I were a man, there is nothing in this world I’d hate strongly enough to blow up my own crotch!

I hear guys are really attached to their little friend!

I’m a pretty passionate person.  I’m emotional.  And yes, sometimes irrationally so… but I tell you one thing: There is NOTHING in this world that I’m so passionate about that I would set my junk on fire!  NOTHING.

There is nothing in this world that would prompt me to blow up my own genitals.

Maybe I’m just not that passionate. Maybe I’m not a true believer. Maybe true believers honestly think their penis will be magically regrown in heaven. Maybe their version of heaven is littered with unused penises and sets of testicles just waiting to be picked off ripe trees and reattached to their burned genital region with Allah’s Krazy Glue.

But you know what?  I’m not willing to take that chance!


Well, boys and girls… now we know why the Crotchbomber decided to set his winky on fire on that fateful Christmas day.  He was apparently lonely and misunderstood.

Those posts, beginning in 2005, show a teenager looking for a new life outside his boarding school and wealthy Nigerian family.

Most of all, they paint a portrait of someone who seems lost and needs someone to hear him.

Thepostings seem hastily written and are replete with spelling and grammarerrors. In one, on Jan 28. 2005, he wrote: “i am in a situation where ido not have a friend, i have no one to speak too, no one to consult, noone to support me and i feel depressed and lonely. i do not know whatto do.”

Hmmmmm.  Yes.  That’s exactly what you need to do when you’re feeling down in the dumps. Don an explosive panty liner and set your own genitals on fire.  That’ll fix all your problems!  Maybe Kotex can start a brand new line for the depressed Jihadist: The Missile Maxi!

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