Posts tagged ‘babies’

Ben’s diary ep2

Dear diary, I met her at the airport, her beaming smile captivated me as she exited her plane:

After saying hello and talking for a little while, we drive of in her convertible.

After we arrived at her house things got heated pretty quickly.

Dear diary, I don’t know how to put it, but I’m in deep trouble. Those days of fun seen to be over:

That’s all for today, dear diary.

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People who…

…deserve a free surprise hysterectomy.

Pseudo-Feminists who say shit like this woman:

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Well.
All people out there who think like this, should IMMEDIATELY be taken into hospitals and sterilised, we need to ensure that these “people” never reproduce.
Ever.

Just like those people in China and India (or any place in the world in fact) who abort female fetuses, or murder female babies right after birth.

If you mistreat (or outright murder) your baby just because it has the wrong genitalia, you need to be sterilised, and the kid (if still alive) taken from you.

You are the reason why we as a species are held back. You are (part of) the problem, not the solution.
You are, in all meanings of the word, a subcreature.

Take care, and if you know anyone with such an extremely sexist stance (there is NO reverse sexism, it is sexism, plain and simple. Deal with that fact!), beat them.
Regularly.
Severely.
A.

PS: if the individual above turns out to have been framed, I want to apologise in advance. But in this day and age extremists like that DO exist.

Life ain’t that hard, Social Media

If you’re a lowlife cretin who should be bludgeoned to death with a balloon animal for the following, or parts of it:

-Posting quarter hourly updates on yourself, or
-Reposting loud images (with often incorrect shite in them) from all over the place,
-Interspersed with invites to some shitty games that no one cares for and everyone wants to cut your hands off for playing
-Liking a crapzillion of pages, and thus spreading their filth
-Logging in at every corner you visit

then fret not, for it is simple, thou shalt follow these basic decency & behavior commandments for social media:

1. Logeth in and checketh out.
This means, read other people’s posts first, before boldy blaring out your status, which no one really cares for. 

2. Thou may engage in reactions.
If you want to, you can react to someone else’s post(s). That is the social part of social media. You are not the star, just another schmuck, those are not your fans, but, supposedly, your friends. Interact, mingle, comment.

3. Thou mayeth post.
Post one, maybe two, status updates per day. TOPS! Only in emergency situations (f.e. toppling an oppressive government) is it okay to forgo this limit.

4. Thou shalt not RePost!
Just, don’t. Unless it is really important (really occuring revolutions, missing people, rabid bears or pedophiles, etc.)

5. Enough pictures.
Enough babies, enough cats, enough boobs and asses. Go to a special interest group/site if you want to see or share this, but the general public doesn’t care for any of that.

6. Moar of ye olde Pictures!
If you’re too young to remember boring slideshows of other people’s holidays, ask your parents, or grandparents how frigging boring that was. Want to share your holiday experience? One to Five pictures which highlight the best of it, will do, if someone is genuinely interested in more, they’ll ask. (Ahahahaha!!!)

7. Enough with the liketh!
Not everything you encounter in life needs a like online!
Bands, artists, celebrities, etc. Yes.
Brands, products, politicians, websites, etc. No!

8. Playeth with thineself.
No one cares for your geese or your jewels or your candy – if anything we’d like to see you buried under a mountain of that stuff. Keep it to yourself!

9. Logeth out.
Yes, the dreaded end of one’s participation in social idiocy.
Listen, don’t stay online for hours and hours more, having the media site track your every movement out there. Don’t be the intelectually malnutritioned fool, that is taking all their knowledge from the lopsided soup that is your prefered newsfeed. Controversy, disagreeing opinions those are NURTURING the mind, sharpening it. LOG OUT!

And the grand finale!
10. Thou shalt not reveal thine location!
Stop giving away your location! Just, no! We don’t care where you are, nor should you care where the others are. If they’re near you, but won’t see you, guess what? They don’t like you! Stop checking in from the pub at the corner of my block. Get lost creep.

It is a little extensive, so here’s the print out version:

1. Logeth in and checketh out.
2. Thou may engage in reactions.
3. Thou mayeth postonce or twice daily.
4. Thous shalt not RePost!
5. Enough pictures
6. Moar of ye olde Pictures!
7. Enough with the liketh!
8. Playeth with thineself.
9. Logeth out.
10. Thou shalt not reveal thine location!

Glue it next to your screen, make it your phone’s lock screen – what ever it takes for you to stop this crap!

Get your silly acts together, stop making social media asocial places, that are more a sewer than a place of interaction.

As always, take care,
A.

Be my … EYECANCER!

EggFor all the hopeless romantics out there, desperate of bestowing a small defenseless lifeform on their beloved, but who are either unable to make babies happen, or are barred from doing so (by said beloved), there are two choices.
One: give them a real lifeform – not a VD – that might shit all over their home; which would result in any chances with the “beloved” melting away faster than snow thrown into a pit of lava;

or

Two: give them a small egg of hardened pink plastic with heartshapes. In and off itself already an eye soring cancer growth, one could keep until easter if no beloved is available at Valentines day.
BUT!
This is actually a remnant of the past. An archaeological “treasure” of electronic vomit inducers.
A Tamagotchi!
Yes, the cutesy, electronic, beeping nerve strain, constantly shitting in its egg, needing food and attention. It’s here for all those hopeless romantics who rub on people in the subway, as a distraction from all the beeping, buzzing, chiming and other electronic insanity that takes places in their pockets…

Culture on Deathrow

I recently saw a documentary about a rather mysagonist culture.
I won’t comment which one, but I ahve to add: It ain’t a pure chinese problem.

The dilemma of the one child policy is known and critizised plenty enough. Girls face abortion, or neglect in many cases because they cost (dowry) while boys don’t.
The other culture doesn’t have such a stupid policy. It still has a ratio of 145 boys to 100 girls born.
BORN mind you!

They neglect their girls, boys would get better medical treatment than girls, thus child mortality rate among girls is higher. When they grow up there are too many men for only a few women. The documentary even interviewed a woman who had given birth to EIGHT (!) girls, and killed all of the born children immediately, because – you guessed it – they were girls.
EIGHT healthy babies, murdered by their own mother as soon as they were born, because girls.

Although the culture in question is rich and ancient, has a lot of history predating anything we have here in the west, this current trend is a cul de sac. And I’m glad for it.

Don’t get me wrong, I am sorry for all the lost lives. For every girl born and murdered, neglected or abandonned. It hurts me.
But I am glad. This – obviously primitive – culture is on death row. They are killing off their future women, and most women from the civilised parts of the world won’t comply with that kind of crap, so their entire culture is in it’s dying twitches.
Good. No more child murder, no more child neglect, no more gendercide. The chinese have a similar problem.
Good.

I like the culture and it aches me to see them go, but if that is the cost to stop gendercide, good. Taking out your idiotic cultural and religious beliefs on infants and toddlers – your culture and religion deserve to die out.

That is all I ahve to say.

It is wrong, I am hurt on a far too personal level than I anticipated, and I’d like to bitch-slap all these people into the ground until my hands and muscles are sore, but I can’t.
So I sit back, and take comfort in the fact that these morons are actually killing off their own future, until tehy are ALL gone.

A.