Feminazis Goals: Equality or Superiority?

By Meg Dare

Hullo there, dear readers! Meg’s back in the saddle! Sadly I have to report something heinous and infuriating to you. It pains me to type each and every word about this story. 

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A 31-year-old father was shot to death at a McDonald's in Northern Los Vegas. Why? Did he try to roll over that Mickey D’s? No. Did he attempt to abduct a child at the MD’s hygienic playground? Nope. Did he even insult someone with obvious anger issues? Nah. His offense was NOT holding a door open for a woman. Apparently, she was extremely offended that he failed to do so. She argued with him over his severe offense, and then she called in for back-up, telling a man whom she was with about it. The white-knight pulled out a gun and murdered the man.

The man’s 14-year-old daughter, gratefully did not witness the attack. But because a woman was offended for not having the door opened for her by a man, this girl loses one of the most important roles children need in their lives. If I was the offended woman, I couldn’t live with myself over this.

Did I mention the deceased was black? Yep, headline should read “Woman has black man killed for ungentlemanly conduct.” Doubt that will fly in our Feminazis saturated culture. However, Black Lives Matter should run with it. Maybe the two groups will fight it out and we won’t have to hear from them for a while.

I am so irritated with my fellow sex. I just…I can’t. Was she also upset that he didn’t roll out the red carpet, massage her feet, buy her chocolates and ask her about her day? Does she expect worship because she has lady-bits? I wish there was another species name we could give them so we didn’t have to associate.

Men, I am so sorry. On behalf of women, I am sorry. Yes, it’s true for a while you kinda ruled the roost and oppressed women in various ways. Those days are dead and have been dead for some time. Not that it doesn’t occur still, and especially in Islamic countries, it is just such a non-issue to me in first-world Western countries now.

I can and do vote, own a gun, have a job (where I am paid the same as the men-folk), own property/possessions, make my decisions, etc. Congratulations, we’ve got equality! So why are they still fighting for our so-called ‘rights?’ Because they don’t really want equality. If they did, they'd want to take on some of the unfavorable things you men have to deal with. No, these women want to be boss…dare I say, bossy to every man. Actually to women too, the ones who don’t agree with them that is.

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One day they say, “How dare you hold the door open for me! What? Do you think I am some dainty flower who deserves special treatment?” Next day, “How dare you not hold the door open for me! I am a woman and deserve respect!”

I think they just enjoy watching you poor boys hop from one foot to the next. Like those scenes in Mafia movies when they shoot at the feet of their victim and say, “Dance, pretty boy!” It’s sadistic because so many of you guys actually try. 

Maybe it is because you hope to get in our pants, maybe it is because you want us to just shut up, but you try to appease. Know this fellas, you can’t make these women happy, hell, you can’t make any woman happy. So stop trying gents. Be a decent man and respect people the way you ought to. Just be your-beautiful-testosterone-fueled-selves…that’s why real women want you in the first place.

The Government Can

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Things you can say about ___ but not your girlfriend

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Ten Star Funny: Card Table

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Broken Hippies #DemocraticSitIn

by Meg Dare

I wonder if there will be a peace pipe passing, drum circle, and meditation moment during the Democrats’ sit-in on the House floor? Oh, you haven’t heard, my dear readers? That’s right. The leftist lawmakers are having a sit-in on the House floor over gun control. Apparently, they want a bipartisan bill passed in regard to more gun regulations. They seem to dislike that the Republicans stand firm on the idea that the 2^nd Amendment is an actual Constitutional right. So they plopped their hind-quarters down, crossed their arms and thumbed their noses. 

Caption contest #sitin "99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer..." pic.twitter.com/GTUWznruUE

— (((Daniel Snyder))) (@danmsnyder) June 23, 2016

Awww . . . aren’t they a cute bunch of groovy gun grabbers? Funny thing is some of their proposals don’t seem so bad. Like people on the no-fly list being restricted from purchasing guns. That sounds perfectly reasonable. But I am sure there is some nefarious ulterior motive on the Dems’ part. Note the fact that there is little-to-no criteria for whom can be put on that list. So, perhaps that is why Republicans are in such opposition to it. Just a guess.

What amuses and infuriates me is they actually think they are fighting justly and honorably. They like to think they are the next MLK protesters or Vietnam opponents. Fighting the man because the man ain’t right…and they gotta fight for their right…to party. No wait, wrong protest. But they certainly do have their flowery speeches and demonstrations harkening to the hippie era. Perhaps they are just trying to recapture their youth?

Does anyone ever wonder if there were similar speeches for stones, knives, or fists? Those have killed more people than guns.  Hang on, allow me to rephrase that so I don’t sound like a progressive, “Wrong doers when wielding those weapons of choice, have killed more people than guns.” Savvy? Anyway, I wonder if there were speeches for rocks and the like? I can see it now…

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The crowd quiets as a man approaches the podium. His hair in disarray. The animal skins clinging to his frame in tatters. He strokes his overgrown beard and clears his throat. “How many I ask? How many more mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, 1^st cousins, 2^nd, cousins, great-aunts, distant relatives you never see, and that person you never know sitting at the thanksgiving table…how many more need to weep over the loss of a loved one? We all know the prevalence of murders by stoning. It’s time to say ‘Enough is enough.’ I’m Senator Ugg and I approve this message.”

All I know is they better not have tax-paid forklifts to help them get their large and ancient rumps off that floor.  Hey, lefty lawmakers! Can you keep it down? We can hear the creaking protests of arthritic joints all the way from our local gun range. It’s quite distracting.

Prayer of St. Francis

By Meg Dare

#Equality

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Letter to FLOTUS Michelle Obama

by Meg Dare

Dear FLOTUS,

How are you? How’s the family? How’s that garden you were workin’ on? I’m doin’ fine, dear. I’ve recently gone through quite a few transitional life changes, but nothing I can’t handle. You know me. Oh, wait, you don’t. Actually, it seems we could fill quite a few books with things you don’t seem to know. I mean that with the utmost respect, Madame. I’ve even been practicing my curtsy.

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No, I am not going to go into your lack of knowledge in regard to proper nutrition not only for the public, but also for children in schools (including lunches you would never have served to your children on your gold platters). I’m not going to talk about your lack of awareness when it comes to proper and respectful protocol when hearing the national anthem or seeing our flag. Nor am I here to bash you for your inexplicable deficiency in the acquaintance of fashion. I am here to shed some light on a recent quote of yours, showing that, and I’m sure Malcom Reynolds of Firefly would agree, “you weren’t burdened with an overabundance of schooling,” methinks.

“I wake up each day in a house built by slaves” was the quote, ma’am. Really, FLOTUS? Really? First, before I rant, for clarification, are you including the multitudes of times a year you are waking up in Hawaii or all the hotels next to shopping malls or the purely diplomatic trips you take to Paris and the like? I’m sure all those shoes you bought needed diplomacy.

I’ve read up on some history; I don’t know if you have, ma’am. By the ignorant things that escape your mouth, I would assume you haven’t really. And before your fan-girls give me a holler, yes, I know you went to an Ivy League school. But I’m not even going to get into why that means nothing to me. School of Hard Knocks vs. Ivy League?? Imma take Hard Knocks. Princeton is a far cry from its original intent and classical education style.

Well, sweetie the reason why your statement is so ignorant is because of what it implies. Most institutions were built on the backs of others. Look at Egyptians enslaving the Jews to play Stack the Rocks. Look at England who looked down at us for the enslavement of the pigment-ally gifted, while they were enslaving Irish because of their supposed inferiority, religion, and the funny way they talked. Let us not forget my personal favorite, the enslavement of Africans by Africans. That’s right. It was more of a class thing; but still, black kings and noblemen would hire bounty hunters to capture impoverished black citizens for their own amusement and to be sold in the open market.

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Human history is a long and painful look at  - how greed and selfish desire drive us to do wicked things to each other while rationalizing it by any means. While that sucks, I recognize that history belongs to the conquerors. For example, I have always had a heart for the Native Americans. But had they been more advanced, they would have had a chance against Whitey. I want to help them get out of their drunken poverty-stricken rut, but I am not about to go give them land back and apologize for something I didn’t do. White privilege was designed by a masochist, just so you know. At Christmas I have saved to buy a Native American family a stove or food, but I do not hand it to them and apologize and ask for some well-deserved ancestral lashings.  Not only would that be stupid, but it would also be patronizing to them.

So the next time you want to talk about being reminded of slave ancestry while sitting in luxury I can’t even fathom, having been in a poor, rural family who knows of welfare and shame, remember that there is a difference between living in a building that was built by slaves and living in a lie that was built by the descendants of those slaves. Which is better? Lying and harkening the slave-days with tear-soaked sermons to score some votes from people who believe you because of your pigmentation OR living in a house that was built by slaves but working to make the lives of their descendants better with truth and a hand up rather than a hand out?

Anyway, darling, I must dash. Say “hi” to the fam for me and I’m sure we’ll be talking again soon. 

XO

Meg

ULTRAnumb

By Meg Dare

Your Feelings, Your Problems

by Meg Dare

Is anyone else tired of this? It seems in our modern society, people expect me and you, dear readers, to either validate their feelings or manage the fickle things for them. Essentially, that is what the core of social justice warriors is all about, am I right?

As a counselor (in the making), let me save you a lot of money in therapy SJWs…your feelings are your problems. I know, right? I’m brilliant. Don’t get me wrong—I believe in empathy, compassion, understanding, etc. But they can only go so far. And I only have so much patience with whiners. This Movement of Progressive Feels Whiners (MPFW) is not only obnoxious and a nuisance for those of us who aren’t emotionally disturbed, but it causes a deeper issue people aren’t seeing from the surface.

We are creating a generation of people who do not know how to regulate their own feelings and emotions. They make it the job of others, even the courts, to deal with an offense.  Parents need to teach their children how to calm themselves down. Remind them that it isn’t Timmy’s fault you got mad, so you shouldn’t screech at him and throw your Tonka truck; I don’t care if you are 37.

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With idiotic concepts like “hate speech,” “trigger warnings,” and “safe zones,” we are wussifying generations and who knows the consequences on down the line. Instead of emergency hatchets and fire extinguishers in red cases, college campuses will eventually have teddy bears and blankies in case of emergency, mark my words.

My little brother knows this well; whenever there is someone whining at me, especially in regards to placing their feelings in my hands, I typically say, “You want some cheese and crackers to go with your whine?” He hates it. But it gets the point across. No, I don’t say that sort of thing to clients. But I do tell them when they are complaining about crap instead of getting to the root of issues and let them know when they are the problem, and throw a bunch of good one-liners that would get me fired if I wasn’t doing pro-bono work.

One of my favorite things to say to a client is, “Let me stop you right there. I don’t care about your feelings. I care about you. There’s a difference.” It goes over so well, let me tell you. As a counselor, feelings are important to me, but they are mere indicators, not dictators. They are like warning signals, telling me there is a bigger problem, not something I pay homage to.

So if any SJW is reading this and gets their feels hurt, remember this…I don’t care.

It's Drink O'Clock: House of Fire

By Meg Dare

It's Cartoon Time: Banned Looney Tunes WW2 Cartoon Animated Propaganda Short Film

By Meg Dare

Crazy Arms

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2 Minutes To Midnight (Live)

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These guys put on the best shows. I've seen 'em live. 2012 tour.

In Other News... God’s in a Pickle

by Meg Dare

When watching the news, I like to make note of what would make an amusing story for you, dear readers. It seems humans do stupid things worth writing about every day. I refuse to write much about Trump, he gets enough publicity and knows it. As you know, I love talking about Ted Cruz; but that horse needs to be left alone. Also, Joe Biden says he would have been the best President…oh, that one was tempting. I saw in the news yesterday that the first Muslim Mayor of London was appointed. But all of it looked too easy. So enough about politics, friends. 

 No instead, I found a case I know you’ll find interesting. It seems a Mr. David Soshan in Israel took an important case to court recently. He filed a restraining order against a very dear friend of mine…and some of yours, I bet. This Israeli fellow filed a protection order against God. Yep, we just get dumber and dumber, don’t we? Or more like crazier and crazier, so says this counselor and the judge who dismissed that case.  

He said he was tired of God meddling in his life and that for some time he felt like God was being rather cross with him.  Yes, the height of Hubris is never-ending it seems. Quick question: which of His names did they file it under: Alpha, Omega, Ancient of Days, Yahweh, etc.?

 

Now we’ve all felt like this man, I’m sure. The Heavenly Padre can be lovingly meddlesome.  Like when He tells you, “You should probably put down that beer, you’ve had enough.” Or in my case Ding Dongs. Or says, “Maybe you should just hold hands right now.” When you had plans for a home run.  Like a good Dad, He interferes a little. 

I bet God was stunned when he was sent the subpoena. Or maybe He never received it, you know our mail system. According to the court record, Jehovah pulled a no-show. That’s right. The authorities are in search of Him as we speak. It must be difficult to find an omnipotent dude. I think I know why God didn’t appear in court. He probably had a hard time finding a lawyer; most of them are chillin’ with His adversary.

I’ll post the likeness from the Police Sketch Artist below.

If you think you’ve seen Him, call 1-800-PPL-RCRZY. 

Tighten Up

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The Letter

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Toy Story Meets Pinko

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Kicking And Screaming

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Vigilant Freedom: A Response to Cruz’s Drop-out #NeverTrump

by Meg Dare

Well, I’m sure you already know…but in case you don’t, Ted Cruz has dropped out of the presidential race. Not to beat a dead horse, but let’s have a come-to-Jesus meeting about this, my friends.

If you read my last post about why this millennial planned on voting for Cruz on Tuesday, you know how much I adore the man. I confess to perhaps indulging in some moping, Kit Kat devouring, and ranting on Twitter in reaction to his loss in Indiana/drop out.  I already wasn’t thrilled to be called a Hoosier; but now I’m thinking of moving to Texas, where the hottest fellows roam.

I am still beyond proud to have voted for Ted yesterday. That’s what America is supposed to be about. One Trump supporter told me I should have voted for a winner. I said, “I don't care about winning. I care about principles. I can sleep well tonight 'cuz I voted for who I believe in. I stand by that.” I will admit to having drifted off to sleep easily, but I did have a nightmare. No joke. It involved the undead. I was trying to save someone when a zombie, who faked being dead-dead, lurched forward and bit me. Then he started monologue-ing. No he wasn’t wearing a toupee, nor sporting an orangey tan. Being a counselor, I am intrigued and have theories as to its meaning, but I won’t bore you. Something to do with despairing and my massive hero-complex which has been evident in numerous of my dreams.

However, me being the bounce-back kind of gal I am, I’ll get over it. No despair. Cruz is a beautiful, rare human-being but he is not conservatism itself. He was our champion and fighter, a man we could back and trust with pride…but the ideals he upheld are not dead without him. We must remain ever-vigilant and continue the good fight, with or without a champion. If we learned anything from Ted Cruz it is that these ideas are worth fighting for.

Okay, my soap box is starting to bow under the extra weight of me and those Kit Kats from last night. Plus this horse looks a mess now…but something tells me we haven’t heard the last of him. Cruz isn’t the type to go home, drink beer and eat Cheetos for two months. My guess is he will still be fighting for freedom’s cause for many years. Tenacity is part of his charm.