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Writing is turning one’s worst moments into money.
– J.P. Donleavy
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I’m not a mere queen, by the way. I am an editor. Sometimes even when I’m writing I’m the editor. Makes for a better product. Maybe you should try it.

Proof? Just get off your ass and do something useful. You’re not doing anything useful in the time you’re spending typing cute diatribes here. Of course, it’s possible you don’t spend much time on it; maybe you’re a really really fast typist. That should get you a place in the office, and enough money to keep you in pantyhose.

FUCK YOU.”

NO. FUCK YOURSELF.

Firstly, since you’ve taken it upon yourself to come in swinging as the high and mighty dick swaggering truth teller that you are, we’d like a bit of a resume from you. So what do you do to fight the patriarchy besides vomiting all over blogs that apparently symbolize some deep seated personal wrath you have held inside yourself?

I do care about money and I don’t work in an office and i don’t worry about ‘comfy shoes’ or prance around in whatever other stereotypical wear you seem to have fixated in your mind about certain women. IN fact I spent a whole day banging nails to make a living in the business I own, where I call the shots and give the orders, get it? See, I am not one of those who so righteously describe. But unlike you, I don’t hate other women aren’t like me, because well, I leave hating women to the patriarchy. I leave blaming women for the patriarchy.

“you whine, sounding to me like spoiled children” A beautiful example of projection if I ever saw it. Stomp your feet, be the ‘little bitch’, scream and yell, call some names, say curse words even ! Offend! Offend! Oh you are so witty!

“I hate them because they could have stopped that litany of fuck-ups at a tremendous number of points but they were too fuckin’ proud to do it. Were you born fat handicapped and a mother on welfare? You have my sympathy and a big fat Female Government social security check when I come to power. Have you been fucking around on the battlefield? You don’t deserve sympathy, you deserve productive contempt. For every woman garroting herself with her own personal and exquisitely narcissistic pride, there’s one more whining stereotype and one less captain of industry among our ranks.”

‘Could have stopped the litany of fuck-ups’? What the fuck is that about?

Lemme see, women on welfare are fuck-ups right? Because there really is no patriarchy that is oppressing women right? Men aren’t abandoning women, women aren’t lied to or getting sucked in. No, you are the Perfect Patriarchy Blamer. Hardly, more the perfect women blamer.

Since apparently, in your cave or other planet, all women, even though oppressed by the patriarchy are aware and see it coming from miles away, I’ll let you in on something; oppression here often means those who are oppressed must blend in, often in order to survive, often they align themselves with their very oppressors until a light comes on and they understand.

But since women can’t make a decent living and since they primarily are stuck with the child rearing, that kinda often leaves a choice; starve or welfare. Only a truly died in the wool patriarch hates women and especially hates poor mothers.

That statement is wrought with ignorance that I even thought twice about wasting my time to post this. But I cannot let it go undone. The conclusion one can make from this rant about women on welfare is that 1)you haven’t lived long enough to understand the makings of our society and how men and women interact 2) you have never had to deal with pregnancy, the fear of or parenting, or probably not even a long term relationship, much less marriage. Whether queer or straight.

But this isn’t enough to illustrate your hatred and contempt for women and ‘other’ weaklings you see around you, you must also kick around a disabled person in a lame attempt to show just how smart and snarky and ‘with it’ you really are.

And you rant some more: “”But the spectacular Celine-esque grave humor comes in when Ronnie and Heddie are all “it’s not the patriarchy… it’s rich people!” Even granting all your ludicrous Marxist assumptions, are you seriously telling me that if women infest banking, law, and politics, all the patriarchy power will devolve upon flower arrangers? I mean what do you have in mind here – if women control all the production plants, governments, militaries, and courts, men will still actually have all the power from their… their what? Their baseball teams? Their candy stores? Fucking Christ, and you people think I’m the crazy one!”

Oh now, don’t worry your little head! You’ll grow out of it. All adolescents think people see them as crazy — because they are.

Because you see, after you graduate high school and go to college or not go to college at some point you will have to make a living and you’ll finally get to see that the almighty isall important. Control comes from the dollar, its so simple but oh so far away when you sit at the computer with your pink bedsheets and your middle class french provincial furniture you’ve had since sixth grade. We know, you need to rebel and to let the world know how much you hate it when mum and dad tell you that you have to finish your dinner, but you’ll grow out of it. When those hormones get a little more settled you’ll see some sense, or just get a chance to get hooked up with some good medication because you are heading straight to the shelter wearing that shit all over your sleeve like that. YOu make a bad hiring prospect.

Bend over bitch.

Since thebewilderness has elected me Supreme High Avatar of Patriarchy, I am, on patriarchy’s behalf, officially smiling. But just because thebewilderness must be expecting it of me.

Wow, fuck you. We stopped talking about world domination ages ago – because you never had anything to say about it but “you’re a crazy molested woman!” – and now we’re running on your personal steam from that guy who thought you were so damn good for failing to make any kind of substantial, or even persuasive, point. Do you even fucking know what your precious proof would consist of? What do you want, Queen Ron? Scans of my passport with the Dangerous Feminist stamp? Police records of my Awesome Feminist Crimes? How about this: why don’t you produce a fucking seven figure income so the next time your heart goes out to poor raped women everywhere, you can cut a nice check to the halfway house. I won’t even ask you to prove that you did it because I’m not a classless boor.

Dear Kaktus:

Whoever else I meant, I also meant you. All cleared up?