It Must Be Hell to Be Melania Trump!

There is a little video clip of the inauguration that just came up on my radar today, which shows Melania standing behind Donald, smiling and nodding encouragingly as the preacher talks about the “blessings of rain” in the Bible (I thought that was rainbows!  But, oh, well!). He says something to her, which cannot be made out by a lip reader because he is mostly turned away from the camera. She continues smiling until he turns around and then she has this horrifyingly fearful expression. She almost looks like she’s about to cry for a split second. It is just about one of the saddest damn things I’ve ever seen next to things like videos of little animals being brutally killed. Anyone who has ever been held captive by a male abuser may recognize the emotions behind the series of expressions.

I might think he said that someone just died, based on just the look on her face, except that everyone behind her continues to smile. Here’s the clip:

There has been a lot of discussion about this clip online since, at least, yesterday. It looks to me like Donald is actually speaking to his favorite daughter, Ivanka, and then says something viperous to Melania, which – being the actresses we white women (or, at least, relatively white) learn  at a very young age to be at the hands of the violent white male – she continues to smile until he turns back around. Notice, also, his smug expression once he turns back to the camera. It looks like he has said something to her in such a way that if anyone around them heard it, at all, they would not know the meaning of it – but she knows! That’s how abusers operate.

Lest I be accused of being political in my criticism, let me say that I’m not any too fond of Donald, although I’m not entirely displeased with his initial actions since he has taken office. I do think it is unfortunate for all of us that he hates women and white women, in particular, so much, which is evident in his relatively few female appointees, only one of whom, Kellyanne Conway, is white that I’m aware of.

I can only imagine what kind of Hell it must be to be married to the Pussy-Grabber-in-Chief, President Rape II, the man who has been accused of rape by his first wife, accused of raping children (lawsuit dropped due to the alleged victim being in abject terror), and has a whole bunch of highly credible women accusing him of sexually assaulting them.

This woman has been accused of marrying Donald for his money, but I think it’s a far worse situation than that. I’m certain she must have been looking for a way to stay in this country, to escape the nightmare of the former eastern block country she and her Communist parents came from. This is a woman whose desperation far exceeds the average. Such a woman would not marry out of greed, but a basic, primal drive to survive.

The clothes are beautiful, her smile is beautiful, she is perfectly poised, her posture could not be anymore erect, her steps could not be more deliberate and sure, and yet all I see when I look at this woman is the suffering of someone who has been chained in a dungeon. The whole family looks like one of Victor Frankenstein’s experiments gone awry to me and it’s not so much how they appear on the outside, like Vampires, like Eric who could have easily played Renfield in the original Dracula with Bela Lugosi. This is something I see when I look past even that veneer. It’s something truly alarming and creepy. They all seem like revenants from the grave, masquerading as the living, but none more than Melania Trump.

I honestly hope she is able to get a divorce and escape this real-life Gothic horror story without ending up in concrete shoes. There is no “privilege” for women. Anyone who cannot see this horror film that’s right in front of their eyes just isn’t looking closely enough.

Some additional material:

This is a blogpost from a few months ago. It discusses the subtle abuse of Melania by her husband at the roast. You will see, again, in the images posted there the long-suffering smile, which is a mask. How can I say, “This poor, poor woman!” But, that’s how I feel when I see this. All women’s suffering matters, including hers. What Has Once Been Seen Cannot Be Unseen by Alice: https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/47426976/posts/16867

Here’s a video clip from this roast where Melania is put on the spot by Donald, as discussed in the above post by Alice:

Late Show jokes about Melania Trump being held captive and not acting under her own power:

 

 

Does the Real Why Reason Unknown Men Molest Women Have Something Directly to Do with the Male Drive to Control the Human Genome?

I’ll try to keep this brief because I’ve been really busy, but this is on my mind and sometimes it helps to blog about things to get them out of my head. Several weeks ago, I attended a little party with attendees I did not know, except for the hostess, who I do not well, but whom I like. All of the attendees were women, except there was one man.

Although I am the true definition of an introvert, I mostly enjoyed the party while I was there. I haven’t been around people much, except for immediate family for a long time. I especially haven’t been around city people and almost all of the people there were from a larger city an hour or more away from here.

It is often said that there is a cultural divide in this country, but I don’t think it’s  so much a matter of black vs. white or north vs. south. Instead, it’s really a difference between city dwellers and rural dwellers. We might as well be living on two different planets!

Still, these were very nice women, the kind who work in offices and a few had worked in factories. But, at least, two of them spent a lot of the evening staring into iphones. Whenever they were not directly engaged in conversation, they were gazing into the devices and using a finger to scroll up and down. I’d heard about this being a social disease among milennials, but these were women well into their fifties! I found that very odd. What is the point of going to a social function, if you’re just going to stare into a little rectangular, plastic box?! I guess it’s a way to ignore things you don’t want to see or acknowledge. That’s how it seemed to work, anyway.

I sat down next to this friendly woman, who was lots of fun to talk to, when she wasn’t staring into the device, despite complaining she was unable to get a connection  on the thing out here in the boondocks. She had traveled quite a lot and quite recently and I genuinely enjoyed hearing about all of her experiences in a lot of different places. I genuinely liked her. But, when I wasn’t talking to her, I had the only man at the party on the other side of me and he was one of those guys who cannot have a conversation without putting his hands all over women, apparently.

He’s starting to get really personal with his conversation, too. After he critiques my appearance, he interrogates me about my religion (I don’t have one and where I do stand on the subject is something he doesn’t really want to know and I don’t want anyone to know). He’s a Christian and it’s important that the woman he’s molesting is Christian, too, apparently. Then, he asks me my age – another rude question that you’re not supposed to ask, but which I am frequently asked, nonetheless. I’m about the same age as all the other women in the room – over the hill! Once a girl is no longer a teenager and enters adulthood it is exceedingly rude to ask her age, but then apparently no other social rules apply here, either.

As the guy is questioning me and feeling me up, the nice woman is completely enthralled with her iphone. I try to get her attention, to politely turn the conversation to something that doesn’t involve my molestation by this man, who seems to be taking advantage of the fact that no one is paying attention.

Now, I’ve only been at this little gathering for a few minutes. I don’t want to offend my hostess, but I make a “humorous” cry for help a couple of times by saying loudly to the man, “Are you hitting on me?” and “I think you really are hitting one me.” No one seems to hear.

Meanwhile I’m doing this kind of slow-motion karate fight with this guy, who keeps touching me and I keep moving my arm to block him because, you see, out here in the backwoods, women pack heat. And, I’ve got a rod concealed on my person and if he keeps poking around and moves from just assaulting me to sexually assaulting me, then he’s likely going to find it. Maybe I should have let him find it, maybe then he would have backed off, but I don’t appreciate being felt up by men or anyone else, for that matter. So, I continued to block him like I had a black belt in that sort of thing, which – after years of dealing with molesters and rapists – I kind of do.

In another circumstance, I might grab this guy’s fingers and bend them backwards until he found himself on the floor. But, that kind of thing doesn’t work out well in social situations. It only works out in the dark corners of night clubs when you’ve got bouncers and body guards and a safe place to retreat to once you’ve punched or kicked the fucker in the face. This tactic wouldn’t work here. So, I made the excuse that I needed something to drink and found the hostess. At which point he got up and left, insisting on a “hug” from me before he departed. I knew this dudebro all of about 10 minutes!

This skeevy experience combined with the complete lack of any awareness on the part of any of the women around me caused me to remember many such situations I’ve been in. I’ve been followed by strange men and tried to get help from other women to no avail. It’s my fault this prospective killer is following me. I’ve been introduced to men before and said all of, “Hello, It’s nice to meet you,” only to have the dude come to my apartment to find me – and when I wasn’t there, by sheer luck, to be be raped or murdered, I was blamed – by the other women, including the one who introduced me to the criminal. I have so many of these stories, I couldn’t go into them all and I’m sure that if you’re reading this you have similar stories of your own.

The thing I’ve been wondering about for a long time now is why men cannot seem to talk to me without molesting me. This is a really gross problem, which serves to keep me from entering social situations and spending much time in public places, at all. Often the molesters are employees of a place! (Yes, it’s illegal for an employee of a company to put his hands on customers, but they do it, anyway.)  I think it’s a lot like hating dogs (and I do hate dogs) and then having dogs constantly coming up and put their noses in your crotch and lick you and other people think this is normal and just fine. No one bats an eye or looks away from her iphone for a second, even though you are clearly asking for help because it always happens in a situation where you can’t defend yourself the way you ought to be able to because public opinion is on the side of perverts and dog lovers!

Then, the possibility hit me that that all of this molestation has something to do with the subject of this outstanding article series, which was published on May 15, 2016, at https://trustyourperceptions.wordpress.com/, entitled “Semen: Men’s Chemical War Against Women. Appendix: Compounds in Human Semen Which Alter Female Psychology, Behavior, and Physiology.” The reason for the molestation, the masturbation in corners, and men’s insistence on sliming unknown women with their essence may have something to do with their attempts to alter our behavior in some way and maybe not just our behavior, but our reproductive capacity. Maybe all this molesting and sliming has something to do with keeping complete control of the genome.

This thought didn’t really hit me too hard until I saw this article: http://www.dailydisruption.com/years-alone-female-shark-reproduces/3213  It’s about a fish, one of a number species, who when the female is removed from the presence of males are able to continue their lineage by reproducing on their own, the offspring containing only the matrilineal DNA.

Could this be the real reason for all the casual molestation and assault by random men? I leave it to you to ponder as I continue to do.

 

 

Mourning the Death of Hope for Men: The Sad Realization that All Feminists Must Face

They say there are stages of grief. It goes something like: Denial, anger, bargaining, acceptance. I’ve been through some different stages in my realization of what men are and their irredeemability. I lived in various states of denial for a long time, of course. It was only my own experiences,  which include being held at gunpoint and nearly being murdered by random men several years ago, which ultimately forced me out of denial.  This was only one of many life-threatening experiences I’ve endured at the hands of men, but it was the one that changed me the most. It’s the one experience that personally introduced me to Death. Specifically, my common sense coupled with an overwhelming fear – the kind of fear you’d feel if someone tried to shove you off a cliff! – of being in the company of males forced me out of denial about their true nature and their motives. Then, time alone and time for reflection gave me perspective on our situation as women and girls among male humans.

Still, I feel the different stages of something like grief. If not grief, then it is the fall out of so much trauma. Sometimes it manifests as nightmares in which I’m in a situation with men – sometimes men I once knew and the situation reflects some real horror from my past and sometimes it is men unknown to me. The situation is one of being held hostage and being forced to act, like an actress on a stage, in order to survive.

Sometimes late at night, I revisit the past in the same way other people do when they’re feeling nostalgic. I think about people I used to know and the dreams I used to have when I thought the world was a different kind of place and men were human like us.

Because of the Mormons I had always hated men. But, when I escaped the organization and did the de-programming, I threw out that hatred and decided to give men a chance. But, I really didn’t know much about them. My father hit me across the face once and told me, “I’m going to show you how men are going to treat you.” I had thrown that out, too, because I thought the bad men were just the ones I had known up to that point, particularly those associated with religion. I didn’t think, nor could I imagine and nor could anyone have told me in any credible way, that it is all of them. It’s too much for the mind to take. It has to come to you in your own time – like maybe on some dark day when you shake hands with Death because it’s fun for men to kill you and any life that is in you.

Since I lacked experience with men, I had selected one in particular that fit some sort of ideal image for myself of what a boyfriend should look like and be like. He was an emaciated, heavy metal version of a young Shaun Cassidy. I was 24-years old by then and I’d never had a boyfriend like a lot of other young women. I just never really liked men or masculinity. I was not attracted to them, especially white men, I think because these had been the men I had experienced the most abuse from. I didn’t know how different they really were and back in the late ’80s and early ’90s, long before anybody ever heard of “transgender,” there were men who looked very feminine in that they either had sort of feminine facial features or they paid a lot of attention to their grooming. Back then some men wore make up and spent a lot of money on their hair.

Those were the first kind of men I ever had anything to do with and I was always dismayed when I discovered that despite the eyeliner and compulsive hair-flipping, they were not quite right. There was something wrong with them. Of course, I thought it was me. I didn’t ask a whole lot out of relationships with men. Mostly, I just wanted friendship and a sense of safety and belonging, but repeatedly I got the opposite of that.

What’s interesting is I still think some of those guys weren’t as bad as the ones I ran into later – all of which I fell into a situation with because I had other men threatening me. Those men weren’t just sort of animal and not quite right, they were extremely violent and sadistic. One plotted for years to steal my identity, rob me, rape me, and try to destroy my relationship with my family. The femme long-hairs were angels by comparison to those men.

Tonight was one of those nights when I started thinking about those days. I don’t know what I really expected from men except that they were just people. I never wanted the things that girls and women are supposed to. Yet, I am disappointed because they are, in reality, such monsters. They rape at any opportunity. Just turn your back for a second and they will attack you if they have the chance. They always seem to be plotting, always calculating, what they can do to you and what they can get from you. Even in the most brief encounters I have with men, which I am forced into by the circumstances of life despite my best efforts to avoid them, I am aware that they are full of hate for me and for women, in general. I now know how their hatred manifests in the way they speak, the way they look at me, the way so many of them simply cannot talk to a woman they’ve never met before without rubbing on me and patting me and trying to slather their filth onto me.

I am at a very high level of acceptance of the facts about men and their hatred and filth, yet I still find myself returning to these old memories from time to time. I remember when I thought men were just like us but with penises and facial hair. It’s kind of like remembering when I used to believe in Santa Claus. It’s sad that there is no Santa Claus and men are what they are.

Lessons from My Groundhog: Wild Animal Wisdom Feminists Can Use – Modified on 2/18/2017

On this date, 2/18/2017, I modified this post to remove references to a hateful, liberal, feminist charlatan who poses as a radical feminist and tries to get women to give her donations because “poor women,” like herself need help. Once again, I apologize to anyone I misled by calling this woman a radical feminist. I was deceived. The deception from this woman and women like her has caused me a lot of pain and I’m sure women like her have caused a lot of grief and erected many barriers for women trying to escape domestic abuse and to recover from some aspect of sex trafficking. Anytime you hear a woman say she is a Marxist or a liberal and she cares about women, look twice at her. I should not have ignored the earlier warnings. Anytime a feminist says that a woman has to be hit to be considered abused, you know you’re dealing with one of the enemy. These frauds are worse than MRAs!  Furthermore, women who claim to help those who have been subjected to the so-called sex industry while talking about our “privilege” as white women and “heterosexuals” are enemies to radical feminism and to all of us who are survivors.

Here is the post, which is mostly the same except for a video reference and a couple of paragraphs, which weren’t really that relevant anyway:

I was thinking about doing this post for a while because I did, indeed, learn a great deal watching my groundhog, Little Otchok, who I mentioned in the previous post.

The groundhog is a rugged individualist, a steady and prolific builder, an observer, well-groomed, one who times his activities according to external conditions, and who is highly focused. The groundhog doesn’t require a consensus, doesn’t need anyone’s permission, and doesn’t worry too much about what the other groundhogs are doing.

Many ideas I already had in my mind were reinforced as I observed the groundhog – and not just observed, but, at times, almost existed with or projected myself into this critter’s life.

Lessons from a Groundhog

Focus. The groundhog is capable of remarkable focus. Since the groundhog must consume a year’s worth of its food supply in only several months, it is almost unshakably intent on finding and eating food. Eating food is important work for the groundhog and his focus is almost absolute. If disturbed, he simply takes his work with him elsewhere to complete the task. Noises do not disturb him as long as he has his work to chew on. When he cannot do his work in the light, he does it in the shadows. We can keep on working on what’s important to us, even with distractions – just focus like the groundhog when he’s eating a carrot. Although, there are times when a groundhog has to throw the carrot and run for cover! 

Happiness is a place. My father once told me: “Happiness is not a place.” But, he was wrong. Happiness is, in fact, a place. It is a place where you can get the things you need. For the groundhog happiness is a place where you have shelter beneath an overhanging rock, soft dirt to tunnel in, a ready and abundant food supply, fresh water, a cozy place to sleep, cool shade when you want it, warm sun on your face when you want that, and protection from harm. (In fact, my groundhog has his own security detail – me!) So, happiness really is a place and certainly if you are in an unhappy, miserable place where you cannot get the things you need and you do not feel safe, you must consider finding your own happy place.

Watchfulness. The groundhog is an observer. With finely tuned senses and his feet firmly planted on, if not inside, the ground, he sees and hears what’s going on for a long distance around. If he hears something unusual or suspicious, he stops, focuses on the sound, and listens. If he suspects it is a threat of any kind, he immediately runs for cover. With this watchfulness comes a degree of suspicion. The groundhog does not expect the best. He knows that danger lurks all around. The groundhog is not a Pollyanna, but a realist! We must be watchful and wary. We have enemies who think we are food or playthings.

Timing is of the essence. The groundhog will wait patiently in his hole until it’s safe to come out. He knows when its time to be active and do things and when its time to rest. There’s a right time to do most things we need to do.

Independence. The groundhog’s got his own thing goin’ on. He doesn’t care about anybody else’s thing. (The only time this changes is in the Spring during mating season, otherwise, the groundhog is a loner.) He is a complete being. He doesn’t need validation. He minds his own business and minds it well. We’ve all got our own thing goin’ on.

Slow and steady. Easy does it! Persistence pays off.  The groundhog’s body of work consists mainly of tunneling and building a cozy nest lined with leaves. One groundhog can build many tunnels, at long distances, and with many chambers. The groundhog’s little clawed paws move dirt efficiently, but only a little bit at a time. By chipping away at a problem a little bit at a time with tenacity, the little groundhog does great things. We don’t have to complete a big task in one big effort, rather a whole lot of small efforts will get the job done right in due time.

Take care of yourself.  The groundhog is very self-grooming, bathing in a fashion similar to a cat. Underground, he may build multiple bathroom chambers, but he, also, does business outside digging a hole and covering up the refuse very neatly. The groundhog doesn’t engage in grooming, cleanliness, and tidiness for anyone else. The groundhog takes care of himself for himself and no one else. We should always take care of ourselves, take care of our health, cleanliness, grooming, and mind how we dress, even if we don’t see other people. It’s healthy and it’s especially important for those of us who live alone and don’t go out much.

Life skills. The groundhog knows where to make a home, how to build the tunnels and the nest just right, how to forage, how to find water, and how to do the other things he needs to do to survive. We all need good life skills and if we don’t have them, we must focus on acquiring them. (I’m doing that right now and I credit Little Otchok as my inspiration.)

The main lessons I have learned from my groundhog involve getting big things done a little at a time, improving my life skills (things to do with my home), and staying focused despite distractions.

The groundhog is focused on the self. There’s nothing at all wrong with that. Although, I do think it is an idea that runs contrary to a lot of leftward thinking. But, if you don’t take care of yourself first, you can’t take care of anyone else. If you don’t do for yourself, build what you need for yourself, and get the things you need, then you can’t help anyone else do those things. Remember: When the plane is going down, you put the oxygen mask on yourself before you assist anyone else. It is not wrong or selfish to do for yourself first – or maybe just for yourself. If every woman liberated herself right now, we’d all be free!

Stupid Men, Vicious Dogs, and Doxxing: A Post in Which I Vent About Some Things

I apologize ahead of time for this mostly self-serving post in which I vent about some things that happened over the course of the past several weeks. There is a property adjacent to mine and across a gulch, which is owned by a man who doesn’t seem to care about anything. He has a habit of putting very bad tenants in there – strange looking people, at least, for these parts. In the past, the house has been the source of a lot of trouble. It has been occupied by a gang of drug dealers (all white guys – ’cause when I say drug gang, people always think “black,”) and meth cookers and the scene of domestic abuse involving, at least, two different sets of tenants. Not to pick on Californians, but the worst of the tenants I’ve dealt with have all turned out to be from somewhere in southern Cal. Maybe the landlord has some kind of connection to the area. I don’t know. But, they never get along well here, either with their neighbors or with law enforcement.

The latest was a male-female couple, the dudebro of which looked like a standard, toothpick-legged, saggy-assed, bleached out blonde lover of water sports, the kind that might be found lounging on a beach in southern Cal. He just looked like he was right out of central casting and very much out of place here amidst the hills and the rocks.

I have few pleasures. I am a middle-aged recluse. I’m a small, bird-boned woman. I don’t like to step outside much, but I do usually only to do the things I must do, such as maintain my property or get groceries. But, a few months ago, over the summer, a new friend came to stay with me. The first hint I had of this new arrival was that the tops of all my parsley had been mowed down. Then, I spotted him one day, near the gulch. At first, I thought he was a big rabbit, but he had tiny little ears – it was no rabbit. Then, I thought he was a beaver, but then he turned and I saw a long fuzzy tail – it was no beaver, either. No, it was a groundhog, a woodchuck, a cousin to the world-renowned oracle Punxsutawney Phil Sowerby, come to stay under a big rock, a boulder, in fact, near the only window on the back side of the house that I leave open and without heavy shades and curtains.

phils-cousinIt’s a private place for me and my Little Otchok (from the Algonquin language, it is “one who watches”). I had probably been incidentally feeding Little Otchok for a while before I noticed him because I always throw out the tops, peels and rinds and sometimes the poor results of my culinary experiments. When I saw that he had taken up residence under the big rock, I began intentionally feeding him all kinds of things. The groundhog is an omnivore and will eat virtually anything, but he does have certain preferences. I enjoyed putting out different types of food and watching to see what he would eat first. Groundhogs have little black paws that look and function very much like human hands and he would stand on top of the rock, eating first a carrot, then a slice of bread, then a nut. If he sensed a presence, he would take his valuable ear of corn or end of a loaf of bread and move it under the rock and I’d see him still working on it from the shadows.

This went on for some time and we lived in peace and happiness. I fed the groundhog daily and he made me laugh with all his antics, his nosing the air, and digging the ground beneath the rock to make his home just so, sunning himself on the rock after devouring half a head of cabbage. He rubbed his face on the big rock and on the objects along the way I have to travel to get to his rock home to deliver his food and change his drinking water. This marking of territory, I took as a sign of friendship. He often looked up at me in the window while he was eating the food I just brought him. I knew he knew we were friends and there was mutual respect. This groundhog is a gift to me from nature, herself. As long as he is on my property, he is safe, well-fed, cared for and loved.

Then one day, they came – the new tenants with the bleached blond hair and their collection of water sport items. We are far from the ocean, but there are many water enthusiasts here because of all the rivers and lakes. Many people come from all around to enjoy our waters. These people definitely looked like clueless suburbanites to me. I got an especially good look at the man when I was feeding Little Otchok and he just decided to let his dog loose from its leash. Dogs hate groundhogs. Immediately, the dog, a black and rectangular-headed mongrel, came running after Little Otchok, he put his head under the rock and barked and growled at him, and the man came over afterward to take the dog back. He said he was sorry. I warned him that the groundhog is a wild animal with sharp claws and big, long teeth and it probably isn’t a good idea to let his dog run loose around the woods because there are all kinds of animals – none of which have had their rabies shots or anything else.

Apparently, this little warning meant nothing. For days and weeks afterward, whenever I went outside to feed Little Otchok, I was worried about that dog running loose. This dog, which the owner had told me was a year-old female, was pretty good size, maybe 40 to 60 pounds, big enough to hurt or kill Little Otchok and he would come and gobble the bread I baked for him with one big greedy bite. So, I began shoving Little Otchok’s bread under the rock and stopped feeding him from on top of it like I had done before. I never knew when the bleached-hippie was going to let his dog loose. Sometimes he did it after I fed Little Otchok and sometimes the dog would be waiting and would not let me near the rock. It barked, growled, and charged at me – at first running toward me, then running off, just to do it, again. If I retreated, it came with me, barking, growling and showing its teeth.

groundhog_in_grass_270x224This was a big problem. I began having a lot of anxiety about stepping outside and I feared for Little Otchok. I live in a poor, rural county. We don’t have animal control. It’s not like in the big city or the burbs where you can call animal control and the people with the vicious dog get a warning. Often in the cities and suburbs, a dog gets a lot of chances to threaten the neighbors. I’ve read of cases of dogs biting neighbors and nobody can do anything but call animal control and if animal control doesn’t take the animal away, then it continues to go on. I figure City Boy thinks he’s still in the ‘burbs. Or maybe because he sees some trees, he thinks it’s okay to let his dog loose, although there are people all down in this valley, doing normal outdoor activities, like working in their gardens or tending their own pets and livestock.

This guy has a girlfriend/wife who works. She literally ran me off the road (these people don’t seem to realize that you can’t drive on a narrow, winding mountain pass with barely room for one car like it’s the L.A. freeway) on her way to wherever she worked. At least, she had a job. He did not seem to have gainful employment. I don’t normally watch the neighbors this closely – only when they make themselves a danger to me. But, I tried to observe a pattern of when it was safe for me to be outside. There was no pattern. At any time, the dog might be out there.

One day when the dog was barking loudly (this is a very, very quiet place normally – so a dog barking like that anywhere around would echo all over the place and get attention from a long ways off) and wouldn’t let me near the rock, I made something of a show for the new neighbor, hoping he would get off his lazy ass and come and get the dog. “Go home,” I repeatedly shouted at it. But, the dog was not just aggressive – it was stubborn and tenacious. Once it was engaged, it kept on. I moved back toward my house and it moved with me. I heard the man shouting ineffectually something, maybe it was, “Stop that, doggie.” It was something meant to give the illusion that he cared that his dog was terrorizing me. Now the thing was in my drive way. I lobbed a big rock at it with every intention of hitting it, but it moved aside and continued barking. I was backing up and it was coming with me. I raised my self-defense item and was about to put an end to this animal’s reign of terror when finally the woman came out and got the thing. The man could not be bothered. Or, I thought, maybe he enjoyed the fact that I was being terrorized by his dog. This is his civilized white man’s way of harassing me by proxy.  The dog seemed to me a weapon of his systematic oppression of me. Only the woman had the sense to open the door, come outside and call the dog off before I blew its brains out, which I was just a few seconds away from doing on that day.

I didn’t want to kill their dog, but it didn’t look like they were going to leave me much choice. They knew the dog was bothering other animals and things on my property. They knew the dog was harassing me by proxy, terrorizing me. They were witnesses to all this. I was losing sleep worrying that it would kill Little Otchok. I was, also, wondering how I was going to paint and do some things outside with this dog around – a dog who might emerge out of nowhere and try to bite me while I’m working and I’m up to my elbows in paint or my hands are stuck in a glove and I cannot easily defend myself.

Knowing what was going to have to happen, but not knowing what circumstances I might be in when it did, I called the local sheriff to make a report. We have good state laws about dogs and even better county ones as it turns out. I had only heard about the new law which had been passed in the county several years ago when we had vicious, biting, attacking dogs – I personally had a Rottweiler and pitbull, one from properties on either side of me that would jump on me in my driveway. I was bitten on the ankle by the pitbull, but it was only a small nip that didn’t break the skin. The same dog attacked and nearly killed another dog down the road a ways and the owner was fined several hundred dollars. The owner of that dog was the one that told me about the law and according to her, she and her pitbull were the real victims. That’s when I started regularly carrying. I never step outside without something handy. And, it was back then that they passed a law that you could shoot a dog on your property.

But, I wasn’t sure. A sheriff’s deputy came out and tried to knock on their door to advise them not to let the dog run loose, but they didn’t answer, even though I know dudebro was home. So, the deputy spoke to me and advised me of my rights. I was pretty sure that I knew my rights in this instance, but it was good to have verification. I, also, wished that the guy would just get the message so I didn’t have to kill the beast. I didn’t know what I would do with the carcass! It was big dog, at least, relative to my own size. I don’t think I could have carried it or dragged it and I would have bashed it in the head, again, with a shovel before I got near it because I was afraid of being bitten by it. I would want to make sure it was good and dead.

All this went through my mind. It was very stressful. Maybe I should mention that I have been seriously mauled by a dog before as an infant. I was about three-years old when I was attacked by a small dog – a poodle of all things. As it turns out these dogs are among the chief attackers of babies. So, I am not a lover of dogs. In fact, I genuinely hate them. It is difficult to live in this country, especially in towns and suburbs where dogs are elevated to a god-like status, and have this kind of fear of dogs. I, also, will not stay somewhere that dogs have been – and I know where they have been because they leave behind a terrible stink. I swear I can smell dogs when they are in heat anywhere around my house. They reek like male goats – it’s a very similar smell to an old billy goat, but it smells more like wet dog than horny goat. I have other reasons for not liking them, which is simply their dog behaviors, such as trying to kill other animals on my property.

So, I was about to remedy the problem, in fact, on another occasion. I had fed Little Otchok and gone back inside the house to observe him when suddenly the dog appeared, had his nose under the rock and was going after my friend. Its’ a terrible thing to see one of these dogs attack a little groundhog – terrible, terrible! I’ve seen them go after cats the same way. Two of them will literally tear a cat in two and one alone will bite and shake the little defenseless thing until it’s dead. They do the same thing to tiny humans. I immediately went back outside and down by the rock where I confronted the dog, which was now standing in front of another big boulder and a structure I use for storage on my property. This wasn’t a good place to shoot it, but I was face to face with this snarling beast just a few feet away. I had picked up a rock – I had a collection of them handy for driving this dog and the others who had suddenly started coming around away from Little Otchok’s home. I had the remedy in one hand and the rock in the other and I was about to move the dog by tossing the rock, just to get it at a different angle so I could end this thing, once and for all, when the owner of the dog appeared – the lazy bastard who couldn’t be bothered to do anything about the dog when it was all just fun and games of his dog chasing a woman around her property – but, the fun was over now. He came out and got the dog – which, to his credit took more balls than I would ever have guessed he had. “I’m not going to be bitten by your dog,” I told him. He had no control over the thing, though, and it got away from him and started running back toward me. He called it off, grabbed it by its collar and said to me, “Sorry!” I told him sorry wasn’t enough and he’d better keep the dog away from here.

I heard the dog bark once after that, then I think they must have sent it somewhere. For a week or so, I worried it would come back. A couple of days after this event, I was digging out the gulch between our properties and I saw the guy. He shot me a look of absolute fright – I’d swear that every one of his split-ends were standing straight up in the air for just a second. I had my hands full with the shovel, but I gave him that friendly country nod, where the tip of your cap bobs up and down once. But, he just looked at me horrified. A few days later a trailer that looked like it belonged to Clark Griswold’s cousin Eddie showed up. I think they moved into it! They moved their things out shortly afterward.

So, I have concluded that guns are not just peacemakers – because it’s been very peaceful here, once again, since they left and now Little Otchok has eaten the last of this season’s corn, cabbage and nuts and is sleeping safely under his rock – but, they are communication devices.

It is impossible for women to communicate with men without them in many cases. Furthermore, once communication has taken place, the message is very well received and appropriate action is taken by the men, where no action or adverse actions (threats of rape, for instance) had been taking place previously.

I could not communicate with the guy by simply warning him that the forest is a dangerous place for domesticated dogs. The sheriff’s deputy could not communicate with him, either. But, the mere sight of his dog about to become landfill, which he must have been able to miraculously see out of his window for the first time, for some reason, made communication possible where it had failed every time before. In that instant, he seemed to understand for the first time that it is not acceptable to harass and terrorize women by means of a weaponized canine, which is what this dog was. It was an instrument of harassment and terror for me and for all the animals, the groundhog, the birds, the squirrels, the turtles, and all the other little critters who live on my property and under my protection.

This whole ridiculous scenario ended a few weeks ago, but I thought about it, again, when I read this article here:

http://www.rawstory.com/2016/12/bow-hunter-kills-12-year-old-cancer-patients-therapy-dog-with-shot-between-the-eyes/

The good Christian man in the story was out on a customary Saturday walk with his granddaughter and their “therapy” dog, which they, also, refer to as a service dog. The story tells us that the granddaughter is a cancer patient and this is her dog. I would call it a pet. They call it a “therapy” dog. Okay. So, why are they letting it just run wild and cross property lines, which apparently it did.  A man they called a bow hunter said it agressed on him (dogs do this to strangers sometimes, even when they don’t do it to people they know) and he shot it. This happened in Wagoner County, Oklahoma. The man said he feared being bitten and so he shot it, which he would have the right to do in my county (and many others) even if not on his own property and as long as the victim is not trespassing. Since there are no other witnesses, apparently, we have to take the hunter’s word that the dog was acting aggressively. We know from the Christian grandfather’s story that they did, in fact, allow the dog to run loose and apparently out of sight, so they don’t know what the dog did, nor do they know what their dog does at any time when they are not there to control the animal. This good Christian didn’t want to call the cops – probably because he knows he doesn’t have a case, at all! – so instead he went to the media and now the hunter, although unnamed, is being threatened with doxxing by the loving liberals over at Rawstory. These are loving liberals who have been busy all over the place doxxing white women who don’t like being treated abusively by clerks and commenting on all the “racist” white “whores” who may or may not have voted for Trump and how all of us deserve whatever happens to us as a result of this sex predator being in office.

I’m trying to imagine what would have happened if surfer boy’s girlfriend had a camera while I was trying to defend myself and my Little Otchok against their vicious dog because it seems to me that these people really hate white women and really love dogs!

Similar things to the above news story have happened in my county when clueless folks see a tree and say, “Look Margaret, a tree – quick turn the dog loose and let it run around!” This is what I imagine must go through these people’s minds who come to a rural area and then let their valuable pet or well-trained service dog (har! har!) run around loose in the county – where people keep chickens and such! It is not unusual to hear a shotgun blast somewhere down the way as I did when all this nonsense was going on and dogs were running all over the damn place a few weeks ago. (I think they were in heat because, as I said, I can smell them very strongly at such times and this smell accumulates in certain areas on my property like a gas.) I haven’t seen the huge, black beast that I think was the target since then. I can only guess it had been threatening the neighbor’s chickens. If you like your dog, if you have any respect for other people, other animals, other people’s property, then don’t let your dog loose in the country. Certainly, don’t let it out of your sight because you have absolutely no way of knowing what your beloved pet does when you are not around to control it. There is always a first time when a dog bites someone that has never bitten anyone before. For instance, this little 4-year old girl lost her life when a pet dog that had supposedly “never harmed a child before” attacked her only five minutes after its previous owner dropped it off to be the new family pet. “There was no warning,” the article says.

That’s exactly what good Christian Grandpa did, let the dog off its leash and out of his sight, and now he’s blaming the person who had to defend himself from it – not a pleasant thing in any way and I know because I have just gone through something similar, it’s not fun to fear or to worry about the consequences of having to defend yourself – while painting himself as the poor victim who doesn’t want to report the man. (As I said, the man probably did not break any laws. He has a right to defend himself from a dog that’s behaving aggressively.) He’s going to “turn the other cheek” by informing the media and subjecting the would-be dog bite-victim to the new McCarthyism of liberal, anti-gun, anti-human rights mobs on the internet who will hunt down the person who doesn’t like being threatened with dog bite and dox him. They’ll go after him, his wife if he’s got one, his job, whatever he’s got. How Christian of grandpa!

Edited to add this note: There is a very different version of this story here, http://www.tulsaworld.com/communities/wagoner/news/bow-hunter-kills-pet-of-young-girl-with-leukemia/article_0bde1aee-aa20-5358-ae6d-2d4a06808534.html, in which the grandpa and granddaughter were not outside taking a customary Saturday walk, rather the girl was inside the house getting ready to go to school (on a Saturday? No, a Tuesday, according to this version of the story), grandpa was sitting on the front porch all at around 7:30 a.m., and the dog was in the woods  behind their house alone – barking. There’s something not at all right about grandpa’s story. Why would a valuable “therapy dog” be allowed out into the woods alone?

Because similar things go on around here, I thought I’d look up some things about the county where this occurred. It is frequently the case that dogs, either singly or in a pack, will attack women, children, and the elderly. Dogs pick on smaller humans most of the time or someone who is in a wheel chair and trying to roll out to get their mail out of a rural mailbox. Often the targets are women and I really believe dogs are called “man’s best friend” and not “woman’s best friend” for a reason.

According to this article, http://blog.dogsbite.org/2015/07/2015-dog-bite-fatality-pack-of-dogs.html, a woman in this same exact county, Wagoner County, was attacked and killed by dogs just last year. She was 67-years old and the dogs were in a pack, they attacked, ripping off her clothes and eventually rendering her unidentifiable due to their extensive mauling. The article seems to suggest that they were domesticated dogs and not some sort of wild dogs (such as wolves or coyotes). According to this article, http://www.kjrh.com/news/local-news/wagoner-county-woman-mauled-by-pack-of-dogs-say-authorities, they were three pitbulls and a Rotweiler. The sheriff says they are looking for the dogs’ owners to file charges, if possible.

What if the woman had shot the dogs? What if the owners then claimed they were the victims? Then, they don’t report the “crime” (because self-defense is not a crime in the county), but they go to the media and whine until a mob of dog-loving, white woman-hating liberals then dox the woman. That’s basically, the story about the Christian Grandpa, but with a different ending to the possible dog bite/attack because the person confronted by the dog killed it before it could bite.

The previous article, also, says that loose dogs are a long-standing problem in the county. Their county, like mine, doesn’t have an agency to deal with the problem. Frankly, even if they did have such an agency, it usually is not dealt with. It’s better to skip the animal control agency and simply remedy the problem. Dogs are not gods.

Truly, here is some irony – or maybe stupidity, I don’t know. But, according to the article, the woman had offered to feed the same vicious animals who ended up killing her. As I said, I am not a fan of dogs anymore than I am a fan of men for the same reason: I know their nature. It reminds me of how women so often help or try to help dangerous men who end up killing them. Clearly, this something we should all stop doing for our own sakes!

Since I had problems with the neighbor’s dog and I had the sense of the dog being “weaponized” against me, I looked that up, as well. It is not uncommon for people to use or even to train dogs, especially particular box-headed breeds, to function as weapons. In my case, I really felt harassed, especially since I knew that the guy knew the dog was menacing me and my property, including Little Otchok (and I should point out that while he is a wild animal and my friend, in these parts, he is, also, regarded as food along with the squirrels. So, in a way he’s like livestock, too, and has similar status here like anything else edible that might grow wild on a person’s own property. As I said, this is a poor, rural county. Food has priority over mongrels running wild here!) The problem of weaponized dogs has been especially prevalent in places where firearms are prohibited. For instance, there is this interesting BBC article, http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-london-22031209, about gangs training dogs to be used as weapons in the commission of rape and robbery in England! Here in the U.S., in cities and states where guns are prohibited (despite the Constitution) and in places where there are a lot of restrictions on gun-ownership (dittos), there are more often cases of neighbors using dogs to harass, intimidate and even kill their (almost always female) neighbors. This is what I think surfer boy was doing – I think he was enjoying his harassment of me by proxy. He wasn’t directly harassing me and I’ve been very harassed before by previous male tenants in that house – one tried to burglarize me (actually got inside and I had to run him off! – he never came back after that and I never had anymore trouble with him directly because I effectively communicated) and is up now for burglarizing another home while the couple (a man and a woman) were home and he was bearing a weapon; and in another long series of events I’ve been threatened with rape and death by men in that house. Surfer boy threatened me, too, but he used the dog to do his dirty work. Then people will defend this and say, “It’s not really the dog’s fault.” “It’s just a dog doing what dogs do!” “How can you blame a dumb animal?!”

To wrap it up, I don’t think too much of Christian Grandpa and his legions of doxxing liberals who are just like him. It’s too bad the sick little girl’s dog is dead, but it’s grandpa’s fault for letting this supposedly valuable dog run loose and out of his sight in a poor, rural county with a long-running history of dog attacks, including, at least, one recent fatality. It is quite probable that the dog tried to bite the guy or acted aggressively toward him, but there’s no way to know for sure. Furthermore, under the law, it probably doesn’t matter. This good Christian grandpa is probably going to end up making the guy with the bow’s life a living hell with the help of liberals who have nothing else to do but dox people and, if this guy has a white wife or daughter, that’s who they’ll go after first. People – including white women – have the right to defend themselves by whatever means, which is another reason the Democrats lost the presidential election. Oh, and if we white whores don’t vote for their candidates, we get what we deserve, according to the loving liberals. Such nice people they are calling us all racist whores, bimbos, bitches and cunts! Gee, I just can’t imagine why they can’t get more white women to support them.

Related:

This article discusses what happens to victims, the trauma dog bite/attack victims experience, and the difficulty of getting legal action or compensation. It discusses the uselessness of agencies like animal control: http://www.dogsbite.org/dog-bite-victim-realities.php It’s interesting that much like victims of rape, dog bite victims – even those of us who were babes in arms at the time – are blamed for the attack. The dog owner cries and the victim has to live with the scars, the fear – and the dog! I was attacked by my grandmother’s dog, which should have immediately been put down. For years, she would pretend not to understand why I didn’t like her dog and every other stupid dog she ever had. She was a dog lover who loved dogs more than humans, especially me.

This site discusses how people use dogs to legally harass and terrorize others: http://www.barkingdogs.net/disturbed.shtml

 

 

Thoughts on Trump as President and What It Really Means for Women: White Women as Scapegoats

I’ve been reading other bloggers’ articles on the recent election of Trump, all of which express valid concerns about the possible outcomes of having a sex predator in the White House and why so many people voted for this pervert. I’ve, also, been watching the liberal democrat meltdown, which has been pretty ugly.

The Democrats are really nasty toward white women. I noticed them ramping it up in the past year or so. They’ve organized mobs to go after white women they’ve suspected of being racist – which is all of us, by the way, we are all racist just for existing. They have run all kinds of articles about racist white college girls giving themselves charcoal-based facials and taking a group photo. Warning: If you’re a white woman, never take a picture of yourself exfoliating! There are tons of examples of such “racists” all over the internet. They defend black men attacking white women by saying she must be racist, she probably called him “nigger,” so she deserved to be hit and possibly permanently injured or killed.

Back when Trump was still running and Michelle Fields, the former Breitbart reporter was battered by Corey Lewandowski and the gang of of assorted fruits & nuts and MRAs over at Breitbart began a smear campaign against her and forced her to resign, left wing dudebros, those marvelous “feminist allies” of ours, said she basically got what she deserved for working for the Republican-dominated blog. They said the same thing when Gretchen Carlson came out with her allegations against Roger Ailes. “What do women expect when they work for right-wing men?” Some anonymous women from CNN (a left-wing news organization) said the same thing was happening to them. Of course, it is. This behavior from men is ubiquitous. This is what men do to women in the workplace, regardless of the workplace or the political views of the men who work there. Left-wing men are just as bad as right-wing ones and, in many instances, they are worse. Like the 8-year olds they are mentally, they just point their fingers at other men and say, “Look at what he’s doing” as a childish diversion. Left-wing men, after all, are the main proponents of porn and the prostitution of women and girls. We women are not blind and deaf to this fact. Right-wing women may recognize it better than some others. They are not to blame when they try to make choices that keep themselves a little more safe when they dare to pursue a career of any kind or just try to put food on the table. Yet, here is the blame from left-wing men. “She should have known better.” “What did she expect?” “She got what she deserved!”

The left wing has not been kind to women. That was before the election. Now, after the election, they are really showing us their fangs:

From the Huffington-Post (not surprising, at all): http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/dear-white-women-we-messed-this-up-election-2016_us_582341c9e4b0aac62488970e This lovely piece calls  American white women racists for not wanting to be raped by hoards of Muslims like so many of our sisters in Western Europe have been.

Then there is this very unfunny, hateful, race-baiting, so-called comedian from the boring, pathetic excuse for a comedy show called The Daily Show, who blamed white American women for electing Trump. Samantha Bee is a foreigner – a Canadian, in fact, which makes this seem even more offensive from my point of view:

 

Then, there’s this gem from alleged feminist, Lena Dunham, at her blog, Lenny: http://www.lennyletter.com/politics/a608/dont-agonize-organize/: “It’s painful to know that white women, so unable to see the unity of female identity, so unable to look past their violent privilege, and so inoculated with hate for themselves, showed up to the polls for him, too.”  I don’t know what “violent privilege” means. I don’t know if she’s trying to say – like so many liberals have been saying – that white women are inherently violent oppressors of all other people. But, that’s what I think she’s saying. So, this puts us in a spot doesn’t it? – it’s hard to even defend yourself when you are already seen as a violent instigator. Never mind the hard fact that it is white women who are the primary victims of white male violence as well as violence from other men, including black men and, not uncommonly, black women.  I, also, resent her idea that white women are self-hating, that we somehow enjoy being abused or feel that we are deserving of it, that we are masochists – and that’s why white women (by the way, it was the electoral college, not white women of the general voting population who selected the president because that’s how our representative republic works! Maybe Dunham and Samantha Bee should actually read the U.S. Constitution sometime…) elected trump.  Before the election, Dunham promised she’d move to Canada if Trump got elected. I hope she does us a favor and keeps that promise, but I’m sure we won’t be rid of her anytime soon.

Here’s another one from a liberal charmer at Courier Mail, which doesn’t even to appear to be in the U.S. – It looks like Australia!:  http://www.couriermail.com.au/rendezview/whos-to-blame-for-hillary-clintons-loss-angry-white-women/news-story/e1b924cb06b1a40752c68078bf7a13e8 This is a nice way to talk to us white women from rural areas, isn’t it? Refer to my home as “the rural backwaters of America.” Yeah, I’m ignorant, barefoot, pregnant, toothless and living in a trailer park and, with all that immense power and white privilege, I am somehow responsible for the actions of men like Donald Trump! This is not the way to gain friends and wield influence among white women. This is not a way to win my vote or my sense of fellowship. But, we’re just animals to these liberals, anyway. They’ve been making their point very clearly for a while. Strangely enough, this article sees the triumph of Trump as white women voting against Clinton’s “feminism.” Gee, Clinton’s feminism… hmmm. I don’t see Hillary Clinton as a feminist. How many feminists do you know who are married to serial rapists? How many feminists have a best friend like Huma Abedin, who has close ties to the Muslim Brotherhood, and who is, also, married to (or maybe separated from by now) a serial pervert and child sex predator? Are we white women to blame if that makes us feel uncomfortable? Are we to blame if we recognize that being a “stand by your man” kind of woman is the opposite of being a feminist? Do they think white women are so stupid that we cannot see the hatred and hypocrisy of the left and the Democrats? There is no end to their abuses of us, as evidenced by this article and so many others.

There are more links to similar articles in No More Paper Towels’ article, “When All Else Fails, Just Blame White Women.”

Liberals and Democrats seem to have the idea that their perverts are somehow more acceptable than the conservative perverts in the Republican party. Well, perverts are perverts. Men are perverts and they are everywhere, running everything. Putting Clinton in office would not have changed that, at all, since her first appointee was going the be President Rape, Bill Clinton.

So, women voters got to choose from two groups of sick, sadistic perverts. Most people I know who didn’t want Clinton in there were worried about what another 8 years of the hell Obama has put us through would lead to. The biggest problem the Democrats have is Obamacare. Many women are entrepreneurs, many of us run our own businesses or work as independent contractors – exactly because of the Roger Ailes, Anthony Weiners, Bill Clintons and Donald Trumps of the world – and we are being hit hard by Obamacare. In a recent Chapman University Survey of what Americans fear most, official corruption (which the Clinton Family is no stranger to), identity theft, and Obamacare were among the the top fears. At least, 35% of respondents indicated they feared Obamacare. Personally, Obamacare has been giving me night sweats for years! I know I’m not alone, but if I say anything about it I am automatically a “racist!” This is why the Democrats and Clinton lost. In a nutshell, this is the reason. We were give a choice between two sets of perverts – one promising (albeit falsely, I’m sure) to repeal Obamacare and the other planning to reinforce it and perhaps move us into something far, far worse. So, many women voted for Trump, many of whom are not “ignorant,” “barefoot,””backwater-dwelling” women, but entrepreneurs and self-employed women, voted against more Obamacare because it is a policy, an illegal tax, which is hurting us very badly and in very real ways right now. 

I am one of those women the liberals hate. It wouldn’t matter who I voted for or if I voted at all. (I don’t believe in voting because I know all about the government corruption!) I am a frequently barefoot, gun-totin’, genuine hillbilly and I am and proud of it! I am representative of the kind of women liberal Democrats hate most! I am expected to ignore their hatred and support these abusers, somehow. I don’t think so! That hardly qualifies me as self-hating or a masochist, but it does make liberals and Democrats really, really bad people for the most part. They are rotten to the core and no different from the Republicans who I know hate me, too.

In the end this whole thing doesn’t mean much. I’ve been working on ways to deal, on a personal level, with the corruption, the Obamacare and the probably inevitable universal healthcare. I long ago stopped dealing with men, at least, by choice. When I do have to deal with them, I frequently have one hand on a rod and I don’t turn my back on them because I know all too well what they do when you turn your back. I see the liberals and Democrats as the greatest threat to my civil rights as a white woman. Many other women, apparently, see things the same way. The threat from the Republicans is more obvious – it’s right in your face. The Democrats are more subtle, but just as dangerous, if not more so.

Furthermore, if Clinton had gotten in, things would not have changed for women in any positive way. The hatred of women, especially white, American women, that was ginned up before the election would have only gotten worse. We are living on the edge a new Burning Times, as it is. I think we may have dodged a bullet by her loss and lived to fight another day.

We can’t fix this system that was made by men. A woman as Commander-in-Chief is still a war lord – and Clinton, was sure to lead us into more wars, as surely as any man, including Trump. A lot about her ties to ISIS and the government ties to this CIA-created faux problem came out in the Wikileaks emails. Everybody who was paying attention already knew this, but the emails provided links to specifically named donors, in particular in Saudi Arabia. You may remember that the Bush Family, also, has close ties to the Saudi leaders and that it looks like this relationship (collusion is a better word) played a role in the attack on the World Trade Center. These facts, also, put a nail in the Clinton coffin. Women don’t want war. We don’t benefit from war. Which of the two candidates has a history of not just stupid rhetoric, but conducting wars? Yes, Clinton. Trump is scary with his ignorance and his casual talk about using nukes, but it is Clinton who has the record of war-mongering. Somehow the Democrats seem to have bad collective memories about this.

White women, also, don’t want a Muslim invasion. This has nothing to do with racism and everything to do with liberty and self-preservation. Plus, out here in the “backwater,” we don’t like to waste lead! So, this is something we don’t want to see. We don’t want the violence we have seen committed primarily by Muslim men against white women to start happening here in the U.S. Although, it has been happening in some towns where there have been attacks on white women and rapes of little white girls by Muslim males. There has, also, been sex trafficking of white girls and women by Somalis, similar to such cases in the U.K. I don’t believe Trump when he says he’s going to stop a Muslim invasion, but I understand why it is comforting to white women to hear and maybe believe when, meanwhile, Clinton is saying outright that she’s going to bring more of these violent perverts in here to attack us – us! We are their primary targets. And, why wouldn’t she be fine with bring these monsters in here? She’s fine being married to a violent pervert, herself. Again, this isn’t feminism! Hillary Clinton is no kind of feminist. On that front, she’s as big of a fraud as Trump is.

I have no idea what’s going to happen with Trump in the White House. I’m concerned about the nausea and the horrific nightmares I endured the past few months just from reading the daily news online. I really cannot cope much longer with hearing about “pussy grabbing” and “Weiner-gate” and being reminded of the nightmare of the Clinton years with its talk of cigars and semen-stained, blue dresses and jokes about Slick Willie and his dick. I’ve reduced the amount of news I read. If it looks like there are going to be more of these horrible, disgusting things coming out everyday – which seems likely with Trump – I plan to stop, not just scale back, looking at news sites.

A few months ago, I wrote some posts talking about the child-rape case against Trump involving Jeffrey Epstein, the convicted child-rapist and known sex trafficker, who is good friends with the Clintons and the Trumps. That alleged victim and some others tried, again, to bring a suit in New York. Epstein’s victims are only allowed to sue civilly. That’s part of the deal that was made and he’s settled with a number of them – recently, I read 50, but it’s probably more. These appear to be some other victims. A few days before the election, Lisa Bloom (attorney and daughter of Gloria Allred), was planning on giving a press conference with that victim, who was going to come forward in public for the first time. (Other of Epstein’s victims, those still living, are in hiding. Virginia Roberts, his most famous victim, is rumored to be in hiding somewhere in Australia.) At the last minute, the press conference was cancelled, with Bloom stating that her client is “living in fear.” Here’s a video below:

 

Bloom, also, said that all of her clients related to Trump cases had been threatened and her firm’s website was hacked that day.

It is not unheard of for Trump’s team to threaten women who are trying to sue him. For instance, there is this case of one of the plaintiffs from one of the many suits against “Trump University.” She was the lead plaintiff and was terrorized into dropping out.

Furthermore, there is this disturbing video of one of Trump’s alleged sexual assault victims, who is clearly scared out of her wits since he is going to be president:

 

The sounds Ms. Zervos is making are familiar to me. This is the kind of condition I was in after I was held at gunpoint and nearly murdered a few years ago by three huge men, one of them an on-duty cop. These uncontrollable noises this woman is making while her attorney is speaking are the result of terror that is so strong that it causes your body to sort of energetically surge, it’s a strong physical pulse of energy, and you involuntarily make these sounds. This is the fear of knowing you are surrounded by inhuman monsters who want to devour your flesh and drink your blood! I don’t know if I can take 4 years of this kind of thing, but I’m afraid this is what we are in for.

My final words to you are these: Take care of yourself. It’s all you can do. Take care of yourselves first and worry about social causes some other day. We are all in deep trouble and we were before this election was decided and it would not have mattered which one of these degenerates and their party won. The same sick, patriarchal system has its boot on our necks and they’re no different now than the were in 1692. We’ve just got to find our own way out from under. We’ve got to find our own way around these obstacles. A frontal assault is clearly futile. We are completely outnumbered. We have no allies – certainly not on the left. And you already know the right sees us as nothing more than livestock. So, we’re on our own. We must think about living to fight another day.

So, take care of yourselves, all of you!

Additional reading:

This article from The Atlantic, October 2016, “Fear of a Female President” describes some of my own concerns about a female presidency being accompanied by an increase in male violence against women, especially white women. The backlash against white women in the U.S., which was strong before the election cycle began last year, grew immensely. The talk about burning witches and so on was really hair-raising and came from men on both the left (most notoriously, the Bernie Bros) and men on the right. My personal fears were that the attacks against white women would increase if Hillary Clinton had won. This article talks about just that: http://www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/2016/10/fear-of-a-female-president/497564/

It turns out the assertion that white women “elected” Trump comes from a CNN exit poll of run-of-the-mill voters. Here’s a link to the article at CNN: http://www.cnn.com/election/results/exit-polls/national/president I have not been able to locate any information of the actual vote, which is the electoral vote, which is the one that elected Trump. I seriously hope that the electoral college is just the “electoral college” and is not divided by skin color and the type of genitals they have. Perhaps that is the case and maybe that’s why I cannot find any such information online. As every American knows (or should know), the only vote that counts toward the election of the president of the U.S. is that of the members of the electoral college. Also, exist polls are notoriously inaccurate. So, the liberals are just making this whole thing up to smear white women. Their hatred has never been more palpable. They are classic abusers.

“Good Girls Revolt,” a New TV Series Portrays the Lawsuit Brought by Eleanor Holmes Norton

This clip below from the Stephen Colbert Show made me feel really good and I hope it does the same for you. He is bringing a little advertisement to a new TV show, “Good Girls Revolt,” which tells the story of a civil rights suit brought by Congresswoman Eleanor Holmes Norton against Newsweek for equal employment opportunities for women.

It is rare to hear the term, “civil rights,” applied to women. I’m glad someone remembers that we are included in the Civil Rights Act of 1964. A lot of people seem to forget this. Maybe this new TV series will remind us all.

Here’s the clip:

Here’s a bit about the show, its cast, and a few reviews from viewers of the pilot, from IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt4687892/

This is actually an Amazon Series: http://www.thefutoncritic.com/showatch/good-girls-revolt/

The trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R0DqIcUntc

Watch Episode 1, free right now from Amazon.com: https://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=chrome-instant&ion=1&espv=2&ie=UTF-8#q=where%20to%20watch%20good%20girls%20revolt