Quote: (02-19-2015 07:03 PM)JoyStick Wrote:
Hey Lindy, you don't have anything to worry about. Roosh is still against Bestiality.
Hey, women say they want to be judged for
who they are as a person, so I'm going take the high road, and ignore her obesity.
I dislike her for her feeble intelligence; her illusory superiority; and her hideous, disingenuous writing, even when I correctly predicted she'd clean up her ALLCAPS EXCLAMATION MARKS!!! typing soup after the move from Gawker. Always ignoring reality and logic. Always favouring the superficial over substance. Always choosing easy platitudes over hard wisdom. Always scolding others, whilst never pausing for introspection. The worst offence: always encouraging her readers to be
less, not
more whilst claiming it will make them happier, whilst profiteering from their unhappiness and outrage.
I was a pretentious early twenty-something reading the astute social observations of Jane Austen; the complex intertwining narratives of George Eliot; and the delicate, erotic writings of Anais Nin, dreaming of a day I'd get to be Henry Miller, swapping passionate, erotic letters with a worthy female intellect.
Damn, was I ever naïve about female intelligence...
Instead, I'm born in a time where we have the intellectually-dire Little Lindy's of the world destroying both the craft of writing and journalism within a generation. I discard her and her typing utterly; never actively seek it out; and only suffer her unfortunate infliction when it appears embedded on here, as I know a click-through is like having to listen to my autistic nephew tell me a story whilst I struggle to make sense of the jumble - the difference being him I love him enough to cultivate patience, so obviously have little time for a miserable moral scold who actively-promotes sloth, yet thinks she's entitled to objectify my Jason Moama-esque physique, (though obviously that's wishful thinking on my past, as I'm a tiny-dicked, obese virgin, trapped in my mother's basement, masturbating into a sock).
The worst part is that she's not even noteworthy enough to be unique, including the dyed hair: she's just part of the blur of seemingly-indentical ideological drones pumped out by a decaying University System, making women stupider and
lesser.
I'm sounding less Henry Miller and more Ambrose Bierce. Resume the fat jokes, fellas.