Sarah Palin: Feminist Icon—Not!

I’ve been both annoyed and amused by the spectacle of feminists thrashing around on the floor and frothing at the mouth in the midst of their Palinileptic fits. I’ll invoke the timeless old adage that “Actions speak louder than words.” We can reasonably conclude that the stated goals of the latter-day feminist movement are not their are not their actual goals.

Lets look at Sarah Palin’s feminist bona fides:

1. She was the quintessential alpha female in high school
2. So much so that he was nicknamed, “Barracuda.”
3. Took her opportunity to go to college and earn a degree (not to many years ago that would have raised eyebrows aplenty)
4. Had a brief career in broadcasting in a traditionally male position
5. Saw problems in her town that affected her children and was proactive enough to get elected to the city council.
6. Did well enough on the city council to get elected mayor—as a woman.
7. Did well enough as mayor to get elected governor of Alaska—as a woman.
8. As a young female political newbie she locked horned with the entrenched political establishment in the capital, both Democrats and Republican—and won—as a woman.
9. She has in the past, and still does, enjoy a record setting popularity rating as governor of her state
10. She enjoys, participates, and succeeds in endeavors typically regarded as exclusively in the male domain: hunting, fishing, marksmanship, etc.
11. She CHOSE to get married.
12. She CHOSE to have a large family.
13. She CHOSE  to carry her Downs Syndrome child to term.
14. She CHOSE to take her husband’s name.
15. She bagged the quintessential alpha male
16. She now has that alpha male househusbanding for their family.
17. She got nominated to Vice President of the United States for God’s sake.

As you can plainly see, feminists should be building a statue of Sarah Palin a thousand feet high. As the “prophet” Mohammed said, “War is deceit.”

Palin’s life and career checks off just about every box on the feminist checklist. So why the ubiquitous, shrill, hysterical, desperate, and frankly fearful denunciations of her? Because the modern feminist has another agenda. We can all admit, as I readily do, that women have had some very legitimate grievances from time to time. So why, as those grievances have been eliminated or lessened over the years, do feminists get more angry and shrill? Because their real goals are not being achieved even as their cover is being blown.

You see, if you judge by actions, which are much louder than words, you can see that feminists never really wanted women to “have it all”. They wanted to women to have the bilge water they offered instead. You see ladies, it was one of those wink-nudge situations. You were supposed to be smart enough not to believe their propaganda directed at gullible, insecure males. You were supposed to understand that the government was the only “man” you would ever need. You were supposed to be smart enough to realize that in the chest of every man beats the heart of a rapist and exploiter, that a fetus is a parasite, that children are unfair burdens, that all heterosexual sex is rape, and so forth. But you didn’t realize those things, you silly girls believed the cover story instead. Now your feminist betters are filled with righteous rage at you because, as they often say, “When you demean yourself, you demean us all.” It must be very frustrating to fervently believe an ideology that can only produce happiness if 100% of a gigantic demographic are 100% on board.

Let’s face it, latter-day feminism is a wholy-owned subsidiary of the leftist/collectivist/socialist movement. Any action they take in the name of women is for women only to the extent that it serves their collectivist goals. Should you dare to set one foot off of the feminist reservation, they turn on you like a rabid Pit Bull turning on its master. That is why feminists despise Sarah Palin. She just cheerfully yanked the cloak off of their true motivations.

Step Up and Meet Henry A. #2: Master Logician and Keen Military Mind

Next on the Henry A. hit parade is a brief conversation that occurred while on the bus coming home from the work site. The topic? Our shiny new president, Ronald Reagan, and the policies he was implementing

Henry, of course, was convinced that the bowels of Hell had rent asunder and vomited Reagan out upon an unsuspecting Earth. He very likely would have said that Reagan was the very quintessence of evil, if Henry had know what the word quintessence meant.

Henry was heartsick about the welfare reforms that were going down. Mr. A. is one of those tragic folks that doesn’t realize that the phrase “vital social programs” is oxymoronic. President Reagan was killing that stuff, Henry insisted, “Just as it was starting to work.” And no, Henry didn’t see the irony of mega-expensive programs that had been in place for over 50 years just beginning to work. Which we all know that they weren’t, but that’s beside the point.

I reasonably pointed out that we could no longer afford to waste money on programs that either did nothing to solve the problem, or actually made it worse. Henry protested that those programs could easily be funded by eliminating or reducing unnecessary government expenditures. His top candidate? The military, whose funding he proposed reducing by 99%. All of which led to the following exchange:

Me: But we would be attacked by our enemies.

Henry (rolling eyes): Ain’t nobody gonna attack us.

Me: Why wouldn’t they.

Henry: ‘Cuz we got the biggest military.

Me: But you just reduced it by 99%!

Henry: “Cuz we didn’t need it.

Me: Why didn’t we need it?

Henry: Ain’t nobody gonna attack us.

Me: Why not?

Henry: “Cuz we got the biggest military.

It actually continued on for several more cycles, but I won’t inflict that on you. Just know that after I jumped off the merry-go-round. I criticized his logic, for which comment I was informed, “White people just don’t get it.”

My point? This is an example of what lies behind the multicultural BS that’s killing us. This is a man from a culture that is notorious for exalting “passion” over logic and reason. A culture that has failed dismally and yet is still regarded as superior by those born into it. A culture that honestly believes that the only reason they can’t have two mutually exclusive states existing side-by-side is the “Man’s” narrow-minded thinking or outright oppression of them.

Another point: There is no point trying to bring people like this on board. When they get to this point, they either save themselves or they don’t get saved at all. When a human being makes it all the way to adulthood with beliefs like these festering in his brain, he is pretty much beyond redemption. I grieve for all the time, effort, and money wasted trying to redeem the irredeemable, as you should.

Step Up and Meet Henry A: Purveyor of Fine Racist Bile

Many years ago, in my hardhat-wearing days, I had the opportunity to meet one of the finest examples of a hate-mongering minority racist. I was glad to have met him, even though an hour of talking to him was like a year in some kind of intellectual Hell. I was glad because I learned things from him that more taciturn and thoughtful minority racists would never say to a WASPy blue-eyed devil such as me. He was not my usual partner, but because we usually worked in isolated two-man teams and I worked for that company for six years, I can honestly say that I had to spend literally weeks of my life with the man. He would often be friendly, but stated explicitly that we weren’t friends and that he held my race, my culture, my nation, and my religion in the utmost contempt.

I’ll just shorten his name to Henry A.

Henry was a Mexican, not a Mexican-American, by his own declared convictions. As deplorable as all good Americans find the dreaded hyphenated American, Henry was worse. He didn’t want the good name of Mexico sullied in such an association. Even though his family had lived in the US for generations.

Henry had an ex-wife he liked to badmouth. She was a black woman of similar attitude and they produced one child who looked just like the curly-headed kid in the old Oscar Meyer commercials (“My bologna has a first name…..”) After a session of particularly vitriolic denunciations of her, I asked him how the hell two such incompatible people had ever gotten together in the first place. He looked at me as if I had lost my mind and told me they had plenty in common. Naturally, I asked what, to which he replied condescendingly, “We both hate white people.” Of course, if I applied that logic to my life my dating pool would be restricted to the Aryan Nations or some such unsavory racist groups. Logic was not Henry’s strong suit, and he considered consistency to be a tool of white oppression.

Even I, however, never fully grasped the depths of illogic and unreason that lurk in the minority racist’s mind and soul until Henry showed them to me. One day Henry was “treating” me to a diatribe about the injustice of American society that compelled him to live an impoverished lifestyle in the scummiest part of town. Then, to my shock and horror, he invoked me as an exemplar of that injustice. Of course, I demanded to know what he based that on. My offense, as it turns out was that I owned my own home (and I had since I was 19), lived in a good neighborhood by the river and the biggest park in town, and worst of all I drove a new car. Henry, on the other hand lived in the slummiest neighborhood in town with a sky-high crime rate, few amenities, and he drove a 10-year old car. Since we both worked the same job at the same rate of pay for the same number of hours and lived such disparate lifestyles, he proclaimed that disparity as ironclad proof of the viciously unfair nature of American society.

I probably just should have pointed out that dozens of Latinos at the company lived as well or better than I did and dropped the issue. But no, I had to try to help the guy out. It was obvious to me; Henry had no clue about the real reason that he was poor. So I started asking him questions.

I asked him if he and his woman drank, then smoked cigarettes, then snuff, then smoked marijuana, used other drugs, and if they gambled. All of which questions were answered in the affirmative along with angry demands to know why the questions were relevant. Henry daily drank beer, tequila, and whiskey. He smoked multiple packs of cigarettes a day and “dipped” snuff as well. He and his wife smoke numerous ounces of marijuana per week, along with other drugs as availability permitted. He also enjoy losing a few bucks at the card table.

I had Henry right where I wanted him, I thought. I was sure my logic would show him the error of his ways and he would either change, or at least stop being such an insufferable bigot. I questioned him about the price associated with each of his “hobbies” and he reluctantly gave them to me. When he was done, I added them all up and came up with a figure I was certain would prove my point. The combined costs of his and his woman’s vices alone were higher than my first and second mortgages, car payments, all utilities, and food and gas costs—combined. I happily announced that he could live as well as I did in my neighborhood if he quite drinking, doping, smoking, dipping, and gambling as I had done. What did I get for my efforts? The following statement:

“That’s just like you peckerwoods. Always trying to tell us people of color how to live.”

Naturally, Henry doesn’t speak for his entire demographic group. Doubtless, not even the majority of it. But he does hold and speak the thoughts of millions of people that live in this country. It is bad enough when we have people who can’t understand that having your cake and eating it too are mutually exclusive. It is worse when we have people like Henry who believe, and demand, that he have his cake and eat it too. Also, that you make the cake, deliver it to him, feed it to him, and then apologize because the cake wasn’t chocolate. My point? Once again it is simply this:

I’ve put forward this example, and will put forth others, to illustrate that America’s false reverence for compromise and accomodation need to end. Certainly we should try to come to a mutually beneficial agreement (not compromise or appeasement) whenever possible. If, however, it isn’t possible then you must strive to win the conflict, or you’re an idiot. Six years of reasoning with Henry A. never availed me of anything, except unnecessary stress. In the end, his heart and mind were as rotten with hate as when I started. Henry A., and others of his ilk, can only be beaten. If we don’t fight them now, we’ll be obeying them later.

Shamefully Behind on Posts

I somewhat embarassed myself with the previous dramatic post considering there have been no posts for weeks. Unfortuntely, my employers demand that they come first and duty called.