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Psychotic woman writes truly deranged Kavanugh article in the NYT:

i guess i shouldn't be surprised by now, but libs are actual...
Pea-brained hissy fit stage
  09/23/18
cant read this but assuming it vindicates hitler
Exciting School Cafeteria
  09/23/18
Jamila Kisses Beaverton, OR1h ago As a transgender woman ...
Chartreuse stage
  09/23/18
lol johnsmeyer spotted
Ebony Library
  09/23/18
This would be funny if such utter lunacy wasn't mainstream
Underhanded giraffe wrinkle
  09/23/18
It’s not. This is propaganda after all
supple chapel french chef
  09/23/18
Tldr; Libs are destructive and hateful.
dun dashing mad-dog skullcap step-uncle's house
  09/23/18
Not to worry; a weekend of self-care can restore and rebalan...
Soggy pale locale
  09/23/18
I need to move to Hungary
Rambunctious stock car boiling water
  09/23/18
libs, you are literally driving your own people to madness. ...
Pea-brained hissy fit stage
  09/23/18
Day ending in y
supple chapel french chef
  09/23/18


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Date: September 23rd, 2018 2:38 AM
Author: Pea-brained hissy fit stage

i guess i shouldn't be surprised by now, but libs are actually becoming legitimately mentally-ill over this silly shit:

The Patriarchy Will Always Have Its Revenge

I want to burn the frat house of America to the ground.

By Jennifer Weiner

I was 21 years old in 1991, six weeks into my first full-time job, when Anita Hill testified before the Senate Judiciary Committee, and I saw the way that things were going to be.

I’d just started working as a newspaper reporter, but I’d been working part time, mostly in the service economy, for years. I’d been an intern at a newsmagazine, and a waitress and a babysitter; I’d pushed a lawn mower and pumped gas. I had, for four springs in a row, worked at Princeton’s reunions, waiting on the men who, with their families, returned to a formerly all-male institution and reminisced, loudly and within earshot of me, my fellow alumnae and their own daughters and granddaughters, about its former glory, and how women had lowered the standards, how the university had been forced to change the words of the alma mater, how women had pushed their way into the school’s most sacred spaces, including the eating clubs, how they were ruining the place.

I’d smile, and pretend I didn’t hear, while clearing dirty dishes. Those men were the past. I was heading into the future.

In my newsroom, I was riveted by the hearings, and Professor Hill’s testimony about how her old boss, the Supreme Court nominee Clarence Thomas, behaved — the references to pornographic movies, to his own sexual prowess, the way he would ask her out, again and again, and not take no for an answer.

I remember her turquoise suit, her red lipstick, her perfect posture, her poise. I remember Justice Thomas’ denials, and the senators’ sneers and the pundits’ dismissals. She followed him from one job to another, they’d say. A few jokes about pubic hairs on Coke cans? Couldn’t have been that bad, right?

I knew why she’d followed him. By 21, like most women, I’d had experience with the way the world makes excuses for young men (and old ones), and instead trains its scrutiny on the women who dare to complain. What’s your problem? Was it really such a big deal? C’mon, it wasn’t like he raped you. Better to tell yourself that the boss who groped you at the office party was just an old goat and the teenage boy who grabbed you at the pool party was just high-spirited and that all the ones in between were just … men. Better to tell yourself that the devil you know is better than the one who might be waiting in the next office. Better to work hard and hope you’ll get an assignment or a promotion or finally end up in a place where men like that have no sway over you.

Except guess what? The joke’s on us. There’s no such place. Clarence Thomas sits on the Supreme Court, and in the White House sits a man who confessed on tape to how he was “automatically” attracted to pretty women and just starts to kiss them when he sees them, and how “when you’re a star, they let you do it.” Now that president has picked his own Supreme Court nominee, a man who, as a young lawyer, worked with Ken Starr to expose President Bill Clinton’s affair with an intern. A man who has now been accused of assaulting a young girl at a party when they were both in high school. A man whom President Trump is defending on social media, tweeting, “I have no doubt that, if the attack on Dr. Ford was as bad as she says, charges would have been immediately filed with local Law Enforcement Authorities by either her or her loving parents.”

As a woman, as a loving parent myself, I am angry. I’m beyond angry. As the spectacle of Judge Kavanaugh’s nomination unfolds, I find myself caught in the undertow of bad memories, stuck in a simmer of rage. My hands furl into fists. My jaw clenches. My teeth grind in the night. I send my daughters out into the world each day, with a wave and a smile, and then I come inside and want to cry out of fury and frustration, because the world has not changed fast enough. It’s one thing to say #MeToo, but if I find out it’s them, too, I can picture myself hunting down the man who hurt them and dismembering him with my fingernails and burning the whole world down.

When Clarence Thomas won his seat, I felt like someone had taken an eraser to the core of my being, and had rubbed a bit of me away. I felt diminished, a little less real, and, certainly, a lot less likely to be believed if I had anything to say about male colleagues.

Watching the #MeToo movement gain traction, as women’s voices were finally heard and powerful men finally, finally experienced consequences, felt like a restoration, as if someone was coloring me in again. Here we are. Yes, we matter. We’re real, just like you.

Bill Cosby was found guilty. Harvey Weinstein is going to trial. Les Moonves lost his job as chief executive of CBS, even if a CBS board member, Arnold Kopelson, said, “I don’t care if 30 more women come forward and allege this kind of stuff.” Things are getting better, I thought. We are on the right track.

Except, even putting Brett Kavanaugh’s nomination aside, over the past few weeks it’s felt like someone fired a starter pistol, one whose report was pitched only for abusers’ ears. One by one, like bad dreams, the #MeToo men have come back from the allegations against them, having suffered — if that’s even the right word — the equivalent of a misbehaving child’s timeout.

Matt Lauer is swanning around Upper East Side steakhouses, reportedly assuring fans that soon he’ll be “back on TV.” Louis C.K. returned to the stage. John Hockenberry is telling his story in Harper’s Magazine, and Jian Ghomeshi is telling his in The New York Review of Books.

Stories matter tremendously. They’re how we learn about who is real and who’s less consequential; whose pain is important and whose, not so much; who is the hero and who is merely the hero’s reward.

“If you poison us, do we not die?” The Jewish moneylender Shylock asked in “The Merchant of Venice,” inquiring whether his humanity matched that of his Christian clients. “And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?”

Women aren’t supposed to want revenge any more than we’re supposed to be angry. It’s not socially approved, not attractive, not ladylike. We swallow our pain and keep our own behavior exemplary while excusing the bad behavior of others, knowing, from examples like Professor Hill’s, what could happen if we speak up, and what we stand to lose.

Do men know how to be sorry? Do they have any notion of how to fix what they’ve broken, or what it would take to repair the damage they’ve wrought? And could women seek revenge? Do we even know how?

When my husband was a teenager, his favorite classic novel was “The Count of Monte Cristo,” where a wrongly imprisoned hero spends hundreds of pages hunting down his tormentors and making them pay. When I was the same age, I loved “Little Women,” where, in a pivotal scene, the adventurous, tomboyish sister, the one with literary ambitions, cuts off her hair and sells it to help provide for her family. Jo gets praised for this act of self-sacrifice. She gets scolded — by her future husband, no less — for writing popular fiction for money. By the end of the book, she’s married, her literary ambitions temporarily shelved in exchange for the life of a wife and a surrogate mother to a household of boys.

There are famous novels, canonical plays, entire genres of movies centered around men seeking revenge (the “Iliad,” “Hamlet,” every western ever). There aren’t many stories about men righting their wrongs; even fewer about women making men sorry.

As my daughters get ready to make their way in a world I wish was different, I’m thinking about narrative, the power of fiction.

I hope they’ll love “Little Women,” but I’ll also give them “Dietland,” a brilliantly subversive dark fantasy where feminist vigilantes toss rapists out of helicopters, where — when college boys march around chanting, “No means yes and yes means anal” — women burn their frat house to the ground. And I’ll give them Faye Weldon’s “The Life and Loves of a She-Devil,” in which large, unlovely Ruth, abandoned and cast aside, remakes herself to punish her husband and his lover, and to exert her will on an unfair world.

“I want revenge,” Ruth says.

“I want power.

“I want money.

“I want to be loved and not love in return.”

In the novel, Ruth desexes herself, as surely as Lady Macbeth, going from woman to self-described she-devil. She burns down her home and abandons her children and suffers physical agony as part of her rebirth. Eventually, she wins, and gets everything that she has sought. Real life, I imagine, would be very different. We know how these stories go.

Jennifer Weiner is the author, most recently, of the memoir “Hungry Heart” and a contributing opinion writer.

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/09/22/opinion/sunday/brett-kavanaugh-anger-women-metoo.html

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36867916)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 2:41 AM
Author: Exciting School Cafeteria

cant read this but assuming it vindicates hitler

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36867924)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 9:44 AM
Author: Chartreuse stage

Jamila Kisses

Beaverton, OR1h ago

As a transgender woman I've spent only a portion of my life as female. And while I've experienced some small amount of pain due to mistreatment by men, I feel much more the ache of the pain of my sisters whose stories have shocked me no end. It is beyond deplorable that so much abuse is visited upon so many while so much of the culture is so dismissive. I weep for my sisters and am furious at my previous gender. So many men terrorize and traumatize women and girls and so many more are complicit enablers. Burning down the frat house of America is the least we should do.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36868461)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 5:21 PM
Author: Ebony Library

lol johnsmeyer spotted

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36870727)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 5:22 PM
Author: Underhanded giraffe wrinkle

This would be funny if such utter lunacy wasn't mainstream

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36870731)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 5:24 PM
Author: supple chapel french chef

It’s not. This is propaganda after all

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36870741)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 9:45 AM
Author: dun dashing mad-dog skullcap step-uncle's house

Tldr; Libs are destructive and hateful.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36868463)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 9:49 AM
Author: Soggy pale locale

Not to worry; a weekend of self-care can restore and rebalance even the most tormented soul

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36868471)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 9:46 AM
Author: Rambunctious stock car boiling water

I need to move to Hungary

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36868465)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 5:19 PM
Author: Pea-brained hissy fit stage

libs, you are literally driving your own people to madness. is this wise?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36870718)



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Date: September 23rd, 2018 5:22 PM
Author: supple chapel french chef

Day ending in y

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4084627&forum_id=2#36870730)