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Monday 20 February 2017

Maistres Occitans Foie Gras de Canard Entier











Human Civilisation....what an old fashioned idea.





If it’s a war they want, they’ve got one. This particular
writer is taking up arms…well, opening up MS Word, in defence of MEN and
society as a whole against the straggly bedraggled feminist witches of the
apocalypse.





Such
creatures tend to be incubated in the golden summer
days of a contented society with hope for the future and they are
patronized and
placated with university research grants which keeps them quiet and only
able
to pester and abuse the poor men who happen to enter their university
domains and make the mistake, as I did, of studying English
Literature and being at the mercy of an insane and over educated elite
club of Marxist Feminist Witches.







Dianne Purkiss, Professor of Witchcraft at Keble College Oxford.




However now the golden summer days of human civilization seem
to be at an end and to paraphrase the Protocols of Zion they have unleashed their
long incubated army of feminists upon a culture in which men and women generally
got on quite well, fell in love and hell, even got married and had babies and stuff.





Now, war is upon you, whether you want it or not. The massed
ranks of unhygienic femi-witches who celebrate their independence by disdaining showers or shampoo are released from their academic holding pens and
the obscurity of the lecture hall, to fall upon the world and prey upon
society, draining human gender relationships of meaning or any chance of
happiness.







If you are a man then you are in the sights merely for being
a man and creating civilization. Everything you have done was always to oppress
the wimins and now the reckoning is due. The witches are abroad, casting their
spells in the press and assaulting reason and logic for  ‘foul is fair and fair is foul’ just like ‘Fat
is beautiful and beautiful is male objectification.’ 















The
hordes of broken women, recently empowered by feminism
and heavily subsidized by the hidden hand which has waged war on Western
civilization,
are those whose ugliness and poor character, in a sane world would be
rightfully disdained and probably relegated to gardening jobs where they
can only inflict
their bad dispositions on weeds and the slugs in their cabbages, but in
our strange Back to the Future Alternate 1985 world where everything has
suddenly all gone wrong, and they are now the new
intellectual elite.









Where's the DeLorean? we need to fix this shit!




They have been given the keys to the kingdom of knowledge
and they have burned down the house and instead erected an altar to their own
unwashed vaginas and only those who have ritually castrated themselves with
Marxist Social Theory will be allowed to enter.









An English Literature student at a UK University, or a male Guardian journalist.





One such eschewer of shampoo and reason is Joan Smith. Perhaps once, in
Ms Smith’s family there was once a man who made something at a hot iron forge,
perhaps horse shoes or perhaps the man mended a plough. Doubtless the man whose
name was once Smith served a useful and constructive purpose to the world
around him. 




But the fruit has fallen far from the tree and Ms Joan Smith is
nothing but a very bad apple, all acid and bitterness. Something which ought to
have fallen on stony ground and been allowed to rot quietly away into the mire.
But now, she has been given a rich firmament and her bitterness has been
watered with years and years of secret delusions.





Likely from the Frankfurt school who once gave her a nice
stipend for writing an essay and she realized that being bitter and foul can be
a good career move for someone with no discernible talent or ability to provide
anything useful or constructive to society.





Ms
Smith’s career is built on nurturing discord, discontent and
destruction. Destruction of female happiness and the severing of the
ancient
human bond between men and women. Along with a fascination with witches,
atheism and Marxism, an ideology which has so far cost up to
100,000,000 human lives. 





Now women under the spell of feminism have been rendered
unhappy and those men who have realized that they no longer
need to be sitting ducks for abuse can go their own way. The MGTOW men figure if women have all
turned into mad feminists who want to castrate us mentally and literally then why not learn the guitar instead?





With
the growth of the internet and the devious trickery of
AMP (Accelerated Mobile Pages) which specifically harvests obscure
stories from Marxist rags like the Guardian and The Independent which
ought, due to the diminishing
readership of print editions of these journals, be consigned to becoming
 a wet patch in the rabbit hutch of some social
worker’s house and his bearded partner who works in advertising, but
alas, the
internet has deviously brought up all this cat-litter journalism to be
endless
churned over and over by the power of the internet.







The Trump Show...... Men Love it.




So
now whenever I want to check in on my favourite US soap opera:
President Trump, I have to be exposed to the views of bedraggled harpies
fresh from the blasted Heath assaulting my senses with their snarling
misandry and
lack of hair-care programme. I hate the Guardian and I hate Feminists,
witches, Marxists and Atheists...but I am rather interested in the Trump
Show, so why whenever I type Trump into my mobile Google search am I
exposed to the views of Marxist Feminist Atheist witches with bad hair? I
don't care about you. Leave me alone! Damn you AMP.







Poor hair care example from history.







Joan Smith: Gorgon.











Trump’s fragile male ego craves the dangerous drug of adulation




It
is an alarming insight into how Trump (though, not just Trump)
operates. Few politicians, no matter how thin-skinned, have displayed
such neediness nor demanded such displays of unconditional love from
their supporters. Neediness is not usually considered attractive in men
who like to be thought of as tough, but Trump is rewriting the rulebook
on masculinity.

 




What
concerns me about Feminist Zombie witches of the Apocalypse with poor
hair care, is not only that they pontificate on matter of femininity as
if they own every woman's gender, but now it seems they are branching
out and telling men about being a man, as well as engaging in tiresome
gender based attacks of smearing Trump with some kind of sexist gender
based attack.





When
did you ever read a male writer having a go at a famous woman claiming
she was suffering from 'fragile female ego problems' and then goes on to
tell the woman what a woman should be?




You
don't. You won't hear this, never. Because this man would be labeled a
misogynist and not allowed anywhere near a newspaper. He might live in
the internet and frequent websites like MGTOW.COM,
but be assured that society would be duly mobilised to track such a man
down and use any and all power if could to discredit and attack him.





I
wonder to what extent literal extent the schizophrenic priestesses
of the old mystery religion, attended by a priesthood of self castrated
‘males’
mewling and rolling around like neutered pussy cats, describes the
paradigm of
this particular author and her readership. History repeats itself,
although
admittedly, it tends to have a wardrobe change. So what were once the
witches
and priestess of the mysteries are now female journalists and academics,
exhorting the degrees of their mystery, the outer portico or blue-lodge
degrees
of which are atheism, Feminism and a little bit of Marxism for good
measure.
Yet what lies beneath? What really happens in the minds of these people,
because it's beginning to more and more resemble mental illness.













This is what the End of  Civilisation Looks Like.





Post Script:



http://www.breitbart.com/big-government/2017/02/24/witches-unite-cast-binding-spell-trump-followers/amp/











A group of witches is attempting to use black magic to neutralize U.S.
President Donald Trump by casting a “binding spell” to prevent him from
governing.



The “mass spell to bind Donald Trump” will be performed at midnight on
every waning crescent moon beginning Friday, February 24, “until Donald
Trump is removed from office,” the group’s website states.


The mass ritual will allegedly be repeated again March 26, April 24, May
23, June 21 (the summer solstice), July 21, and August 19.


The spell also invokes evil on “those who abet” Trump, which would seem
to appear to cover his staff and political nominees, and perhaps the
millions who voted for him as well.







The spell involves such items as an unflattering photo of Trump, a tower
tarot card, a tiny stub of an orange candle, a pin or small nail,
water, salt, a feather and an ashtray.


“This binding spell is open source, and may be modified to fit your
preferred spiritual practice or magical system,” the site explains. What
is critical is “the simultaneity of the working” as well as “the mass
energy of participants.”


“Some lodges/covens are doing a variation of this as a group working,
while a number of solitary practitioners are planning to connect and
livestream via Facebook, Twitter, and other social media,” the site
explains.


In reaction, a number of Christian groups and individuals have promised
to pray for Mr. Trump, asking God’s blessings on his work and on the
nation.


The witches’ spell involves a lengthy incantation, calling on spirits
and “demons of the infernal realms” to bind Donald J. Trump so that “he
may fail utterly, that he may do no harm.”


Calling on the spirits to work the same harm on “all those who enable
his wickedness and those whose mouths speak his poisonous lies,” the hex
beseeches the spirits to “bind them in chains, bind their tongues, bind
their works, bind their wickedness.”


The climax of the spell involves a crescendo “with increasing passion”
ending by blowing out the orange candle while “visualizing Trump blowing
apart into dust or ash.”


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