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Feminism is, in some regards, the triumph of the ‘cultural’ culture, AKA alpha-male culture.

Remarkably, it’s actually the nerds – the beta males – who are the ideological opposite of the feminists, because they represent Man’s intellectual and physical mastery over nature, plus they aren’t very cool or articulate ergo they get friend-zoned immediately.

Not coincidentally, denial of sexual favors is 1) something feminists relish and 2) what drove some aspects of evolution as betas moved on for lack of access to food and pussy, and thus had to learn to live in marginal habitats, instead. This favored a moral system based upon understanding the rules of nature and respect for the experiences3earth and thinking of the individual.

Then, once settled, those newly successful regions were encroached upon by the female-run beta male culture (because betas with money do get girls.) But one generation later, being ‘cool’ – knowing the rules of the culture, rather than nature – is what earns power, and usually that boils down to getting laid. Notice how seldom someone who gets laid regularly worries about being cool, and vice-versa.

Alpha-male culture is in fact female-dominated because it is they who ultimately choose the alpha(s), but the fact is, the alpha male culture can only *exist* with beta-male moral systems, because it was those systems which made Earth livable for humanity in the first place ( as opposed to some beaches and tropical islands where naked people can subsist on nuts, slugs and fruit without tools. ) Because there has never been a time in history when the alpha-male culture of the tribe / village / cities wasn’t surrounded by a ring of marginal-habitat beta-male humanity, it’s possible alpha can’t even exist without concurrent beta culture to support it.

To really see the stark clash in a confounding disguise, confront a feminist with the ultimate beta-male habitat-increasing principle-using resource-intensive nerd-pokes-girl endeavor; the colonization of space.

Feminists don’t know why, exactly, they hate it, but they surely do; bring it up in a positive light among a group of them and one of them will always get torqued off and immediately start floundering and raging.

It was very weird the first few times I saw the pattern. They usually come up with some nonsense about preserving the pristine state of a lifeless universe, as if crystals can be invaded or made extinct.

Also, did I drop a comma from the title?

Men and dogs…

Women and cats…

will eat almost anything

play with their food

like rough play

prefer affection or just being held

prefer comfort to style

groom constantly

get louder when angry

communicate with hints and looks

get dirty a lot

must always look good

bang into things

feel pain when they break a nail

enjoy car rides

lay in the sun

fuck up and get over it

meant to do that

Let their friends push them around

are complete opportunists

have smelly and/or stupid friends

need their space

play with their genitals in public

torment weak adversaries

like bitches

are nosy

have no fashion sense

can’t catch a ball

are players 24 / 7

need their alone time

have no shame

look weird without hair


Now you’ve been warned:

I never believed those crazy UFO nuts ‘till just a couple weeks ago. I never thought something like this could be real.

It all started one late night as I was headed home after visiting some friends that lived across town. I apparently took a wrong turn, and soon didn’t know any of the landmarks around me. I was looking for a familiar area so I could find my way back, when suddenly this bright light snapped on and blinded me momentarily.isle

They must have come over to me while I was dazed, because next thing I knew they were carrying me onto this shiny vehicle with strange, flashing lights on it. I couldn’t understand them at all, and I don’t think they could understand me, even though they seemed to have a translating device. It would talk in their language at random times, and both of them would stop and listen, then look at me.

Their bodies were a lot larger than ours, and I think they breathed a different atmosphere than we do, because before they actually put me in their ship, they stuck this smelly tube in my face. But I think now it was so I could breathe in their atmosphere because there was this little machine with lots of lights on it attached to the tube. I figure it put some little doo-dad in my lungs or something.

They also had some kind of force field that separated us, probably to protect us from each others germs, but I could still smell them.

brainscannerThen we took off. After a short and bumpy ride, we evidently arrived at the mother ship, because there were a bunch of these pointy-headed aliens all over. I think they must have drugged me and done some kind of examination on me, cause I remember being stuck in the arm with a needle, and now I’m kind of sore in some bad places to be sore. And I think I had a seizure or something because my elbows and knees were all dinged up, and my face hurt a lot.

I’ve thought a lot about it, and I think I figured it out. The aliens test new drugs on people then just dump them somewhere for the cops to find, naked and confused, cause I woke up the next day in jail with bandages on me. The judge stiffed me, too. So not only did I get all bunged up with some stupid aliens, but I had to pay a $50 drunk and disorderly charge, and now they got me in some program where I don’t get to go outside by myself.

Aliens are such assholes.

The following is 100% true. I wish it weren’t

what_theMembers of the East Lansing Police force learned recently that they no longer had to rely on disorderly conduct charges to keep local residents from having fun. In a morning briefing early this week, it was revealed that East Lansing does in fact have an ordinance which prohibits Frisbee-playing in the streets. This reporter’s knowledge of the law is a direct result of illegal frisbee tossing (with intent) near the 500-block of M.A.C. Avenue.

At first, Rick* was warned to “get out of the street” by a passing officer. Knowing the propensity of the East Lansing police to be rather enthusiastic in their requests, if not their respect for the law, we decided that we should all stand on the sidewalks or patches of grass we call front lawns around here. Alas, that was not adequate, as we later learned, when ever-vigilant officer Joey* sped down M.A.C., parked in a ‘no parking from corner to here’ zone, turned on his lights, and apprehended Rick, who did not flee the scene.

rick_local_cop_mikeDuring the discussion, while Rick was being ‘run‘ by the computer, the officer pointed out that he had warned us, and that he thought it was very big of him, since he could have busted us right off the bat. He said we should speak to P.A.C.E. (Parking and Community Enforcement) about his parking, and told us the number of the ordinance disallowing frisbee-playing in the street (3.10a).

We had little time to talk, however, law enforcement requiring his total attention, except for parking or speeding, and ordered that we forfeit our right to watch him perform his duties in public, and watch he and Rick (who was put into the cruiser) from across the street. He said he would be happy to come over, once finished, and answer any questions I might have.

Though it was quite rude, and probably technically illegal, it did allow me an opportunity to abscond with the evidence (the frisbee), and to take some funny photographs of Mandy* flipping off the cop car.

mandyflipSeveral witnesses remarked on the fact that while Rick and the officer sat in the car (most likely discussing the dangers inherent in having any kinds of fun in East Lansing), a P.A.C.E enforcer drove up, stopped, spoke briefly to Officer Joey, and left. The cruiser remained in the ‘no-park’ zone. 20 minutes later, Rick was allowed to leave the vehicle, in possession of a brand new citation, charging him with violation of City Ordinance Number 3.10a.

It turns out that Officer Joey wouldn’t come over…I had to go back to the vehicle, and even so, he didn’t seem to be too happy about answering my questions. I learned that he had been with the force for about 1 year. Though he mentioned, again, that he had warned us, he didn’t seem to care that we had followed the letter of his instructions by getting out of the street. He claimed I should know better. I pointed out that even a relative rookie like himself should know how exacting laws, especially in East Lansing, can be with respect to wording and intent. He responded by claiming I had “an attitude” as evidenced by “uppity” questions and the fact that I was taking photos. I asked if he had a personal or professional problem with simple curiosity.

I did manage to learn that he had been briefed, along with most of his fellow officers, that very morning, about City Ordinance 3.10a, specifically. He further explained that ‘disorderly conduct’ was a valid charge against frisbee-use in the street, and that it covered everything from “spitting on the sidewalk to swearing in front of women and children.” I asked if it was also used, by himself or others, to intimidate or harrass people who were annoying or bothersome, but were otherwise acting in a perfectly legal and orderly fashion. It was at this point that he claimed that he had to “get going,” presumably to take care of some other highly important business.bloom_cig_police

Over the course of the subsequent week, I learned that this behavior with respect to frisbee playing was not unique. Several other local area residents had been challenged, or knew friends that had been cited, as well. Evidently, some crusader had done some research down at City Hall, and was endeavoring to put an end to this menace, which had plagued the city, doubtless since Frisbees had been invented. We can only hope that similar ordinances will be promulgated in the future, against football throwing, soccer ball kicking, or jump rope skipping, to prevent other dangerous ways of having fun in East Lansing. (Skateboarding is already illegal).

Each of the frisbee players had agreed to split the cost of Rick’s ticket, as it wasn’t right for one guy to cover the charge, when many had been tossing the disc. This turned out to be unnecessary, however. When Rick went to District Court 54-B to fight the charge, the District Attorney asked for a dismissal. He claimed “it would be an embarrassment to the city to continue its prosecution.” Thank goodness for the DAs alacrity, else more than just The City could have been embarrassed.

* Names have been changed to protect the guiltygrammar_police_officer


Paul McHenry Roberts (1917-1967) taught college English for over twenty years, first at San Jose State College and later at Cornell University. He wrote numerous books on linguistics, including Understanding Grammar (1954), Patterns of English (1956), and Understanding English (1958).

Freshman composition, like everything else, has its share of fashions. In the 1950s, when this article was written, the most popular argument raging among student essayists was the proposed abolition of college football. With the greater social consciousness of the early ’60s, the topic of the day became the morality of capital punishment. Topics may change, but the core principles of good writing remain constant and this essay has become something of a minor classic in explaining them. Be concrete, says Roberts; get to the point; express your opinions colorfully. Refreshingly, he even practices what he preaches. His essay is humorous, direct, and almost salty in summarizing the working habits that all good prose writers must cultivate. — Editors’ note from JoRay McCuen & Anthony C. Winkler’s Readings for Writers , 3rd ed., Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1980



Paul McHenry Roberts


It’s Friday afternoon, and you have almost survived another week of classes. You are just looking forward dreamily to the weekend when the English instructor says: “For Monday you will turn in a five hundred-word composition on college football.”


Well, that puts a good hole in the weekend. You don’t have any strong views on college football one way or the other. You get rather excited during the season and go to all the home games and find it rather more fun than not. On the other hand, the class has been reading Robert Hutchins in the anthology and perhaps Shaw’s “Eighty-Yard Run,” and from the class discussion you have got the idea that the instructor thinks college football is for the birds. You are no fool. You can figure out what side to take.


After dinner you get out the portable typewriter that you got for high school graduation. You might as well get it over with and enjoy Saturday and Sunday. Five hundred words is about two double-spaced pages with normal margins. You put in a sheet of paper, think up a title, and you’re off:




College football should be abolished because it’s bad for the school and also for the players. The players are so busy practicing that they don’t have any time for their studies.


This, you feel, is a mighty good start. The only trouble is that it’s only thirty-two words. You still have four hundred and sixty-eight to go, and you’ve pretty well exhausted the subject. It comes to you that you do your best thinking in the morning, so you put away the typewriter and go to the movies. But the next morning you have to do your washing and some math problems, and in the afternoon you go to the game. The English instructor turns up too, and you wonder if you’ve taken the right side after all. Saturday night you have a date, and Sunday morning you have to go to church. (You can’t let English assignments interfere with your religion.) What with one thing and another, it’s ten o’clock Sunday night before you get out the typewriter again. You make a pot of coffee and start to fill out your views on college football. Put a little meat on the bones. Read More »

Intuition is the Latinesque name for hunches or gut feelings – unconscious thinking.  All people constantly use it, but it’s also easy to overlook. And it can go horribly wrong with bad information.

For activities such as walking or recognizing faces, it’s pretty clear that the processing is nearly all ‘under the radar,’ yet all pattern-recognition is at some level automatic.  Like our digestion and healing, many of our mental skills are also automatic; we present our imaginations with a prompt, like the identity of the place we want to draw, and our brain produces the image for us.

Fortunately, you can train up your intuition, so that when you do have to take a guess, it will be better, and you’ll more often recognize when you can trust it…or let it go when you know you can’t.


Attention to the message and the accuracy improves both.

Great minds across the ages (from Archimedes to Einstein) reported that their intuition was their most important faculty, because that is what kept them pursuing a question that others had given up on, or thought was totally settled.

Stunning epiphanies, or ‘flashes from the blue’ are yet another level of intuition we can train.  Long serious attention to something, followed by a completely different activity can reliably produce such ‘flashes.’  Music and exercise also appear to help, which isn’t really too surprising;

Regardless of what you call it, or how it’s expressed, your intuition or unconscious thinking can be trained in two easy steps (habitually repeated):


  • Pay attention to it.
  • Test it for accuracy.


That’s it.  That’s all you have to do, and how exactly isn’t what matters.  Your intuition, including the updating, still operates the same as ever; without you noticing.

You don’t have to worry about reviewing when you find an error, or rehearsing or reinforcing the correct ones. That part is all built in.  You only have to give it some attention, and some feedback. It takes care of repeating what worked, and replacing what doesn’t automatically.

When you practice anything, your intuition develops, but you can increase the speed of that development with a very minor investment of time and effort.  When addressing any abstract question, and especially for standardized tests, the two steps are easy to implement.

1: After you’ve completely finished with any problem, write down your level of confidence in your answer.

You can use a percentage or odds, a 1-10 scale or stars.  Use whatever makes sense to you for recording your level of confidence, because the way you measure it is not nearly as important as taking a moment to make that guess – to let your hunches ‘weigh in.’

That habit of recording your confidence level is an easy way to develop the habit of noticing your confidence level.  Keep paying attention, and it will get easier to poll.

2: When you check your answers, also check the accuracy of your confidence level.

It’s an extra layer of abstraction, but not that difficult and that’s really all it takes.

When you’ve recorded a high level of confidence for answers you got right (or a low level of confidence for answers you got wrong,) your brain automatically engages those circuits more often and remembers the kind of problem it worked for.  When you have a high level of confidence for a question you answered wrong (or a low level of confidence in a correct answer) your brain will automatically stop using those circuits in favor of the ones that produced an appropriate level of confidence.  


As you practice paying attention and evaluating your intuition, your confidence-check will become generally more accurate; you’ll know more often when you have it right or if your answer is shaky.  You will also start to notice which kinds of questions you can trust it to help you with, and which kind it cannot.

Learning when you can trust your hunches and when they are nothing but guesses might be the primary advantage of consciously training your intuition.  

Sometimes it comes down to guessing, and when it does, your intuition is often the only resource you have.
We now know that engaging the emotions are necessary for our best thinking:

Research has also repeatedly shown that for major life decisions, or very complicated ones, intuition and gut checks often give superior results than a more deliberate analysis;

…but only when you’ve given your intuition good information!

©2005 Thomas R. McWilliams Jr

This originally appeared in The State News, Michigan State University’s student newspaper, on June 14, 1999.

I was the “community columnist” writing about the conviction of a student for inciting to riot during the MSU riots after they lost to Duke at home during the Spring of 1999: 

Judgement shows we are responsible for other’s actions

Eva Roberts, an MSU sophomore, spent 17 days in jail for showing her breasts in public. I think this ruling severely violated her. Her tearful confession of deviancy and willful agreement with the conviction and punishment makes the corruption more pure.

bootlikerCriminals, in George Orwell’s “1984,” thanked the police for ‘fixing’ them. Police states always run more smoothly with the consent of the enslaved and oppressed, as countless historical figures have proven.  I was disgusted and am ashamed that my city did this to her.

The ‘crime’ she committed has no victims, violates no rights and exists because of absurd ‘thinking’ on the part of the Michigan Legislature. The punishment Roberts suffered was due to others’ actions, and its severity was increased because of a crime she was not even charged with–inciting to riot.

Punishment of the innocent for others’ actions has been the hallmark of East Lansing’s strategy with riots. CedarFest was originally killed with police tape and ID checks, which were later ruled unconstitutional. The ironic joke is that it didn’t work–the riots are an out-growth of the same influences and mentality.

breastfeedingFirst of all, breasts aren’t dangerous, dirty or bad. Baby food, sexual gratification, fashion accessories and advertising are all considered good things by rational, expressive, free-market societies. Many cultures around the world, throughout history, had no nudity taboo. After all, if we were meant to walk around naked, we’d be born that way!

The law [in Michigan] mandates that all females in public must hide their nipples with an opaque covering, unless they are breast-feeding. But in that case, they already are hidden with an opaque covering!

two_out_of_threeThe motivation for the law is simple. Some people thought strip clubs were dangerous.  Michigan’s legislators, whether unable or unwilling to simply outlaw strip clubs, instead created the current law, the unjust nature of which is due to a double lie. First a tyrannical law is promulgated which is really aimed only at strip clubs, to be followed by the way it was ‘justified’ by generalizing it so everyone’s rights got trampled.

We were all born with nipples. Men’s and women’s nipples are basically the same, so the law is patently discriminatory. The difference between men’s and women’s breasts is the round, bulbous part, but it’s perfectly OK to show as much of that as you want!

The reason for nudity laws is because of the danger posed by other people’s reactions, originally the creation and patronage of strip joints. District Judge Richard Ball gave Roberts jail time because of the deterrent needed to prevent future riots. This implies that Roberts incited to riot, a far more serious charge than indecent exposure, which requires far more proof.

In reality, she probably distracted people who might otherwise have ignited furniture or barfed in flower-beds. Inciting means willfully getting people to riot. I think Roberts was just showing off.

But let’s say the crowd was egged on, that their power of choice was diminished. If they are in command of their senses, they are responsible for their actions. If they aren’t responsible for their choices–which must have been the case, since Roberts was responsible–then breasts drive people out of their minds! In that case the actual rioters should be not guilty by reason of insanity, and we should regulate the exposure of breasts in private, too.

If it was the atmosphere that made people insane enough to riot, then Roberts should be not guilty as well.

But people’s specific reaction to breasts isn’t the issue. For example, I had my friend Joey read this and he said, “I like breasts.”

That Roberts was held accountable for the actions of others is unacceptable. It supports a pointless taboo, punishes her for enjoying herself in a harmless and festive way and destroys the basis of morality.  After all, if our choices do not determine what happens to us, then it doesn’t matter what we do.

And, as long as we are responsible for each others actions, let’s just charge every student $6. Or just bill MSU. We could (virtually) track down all the attendees and charge them each $40.  This logic is dangerously flawed. Unfortunately, the rioters and the lawyers both use it.

For example, since East Lansing’s contradictory laws produce injustice, I’ll just break some guy’s window to show how frustrated and angry I am about it. It’s the same principle: Holding people responsible for choices they didn’t make.

At the Gunson Street fracas, tickets were issued to every house on the street, regardless of specific action by the residents. The people who called the cops (twice!) and guarded their couch (from drunks who intended to light it ablaze) received tickets, which means the cops expected them to keep others from damaging things. Their efforts failed to prevent the riot on their street, so they got tickets.

Therefore, East Lansing wants you to take the law into your own hands.

   I’ll be the guy in the mask.audre-lorde-masters