Space…the Male Frontier
If you’re anything like me, you have never asked yourself why a woman has never been to the moon because the answer is obvious.
Actually, the answer may surprise you.
The male instinct is a good one — it’s solid when the chips are down, and in this case it tells us men that women have never been to the moon because the moon is chalk full of science — like a robot, the natural enemy of womankind (both technology and robots). This is absolutely true, however, only true in the way that there are no unicorns underwater. Yes, unicorns cannot breathe water, but they also do not fucking exist. So what are we talking about here.
The real reason that women have never been to the moon has very little to do with their astounding ability to turn even the simplest of technologies into a catastrophic fucking unsolvable mystery on par with Stonehenge.
Remember the last time you were making some hot-hot jokes around a woman or womans, or the last time you were enjoying a cinematographic masterpiece like Die Hard 3, Payback, or The South Park Movie — or any other time that you were trying to mind your own fucking business?
Well what happened?
That’s right, said woman or womans ruined it with a torrent of shitty comments and/or nay saying. Perhaps something like, “Nicolas Cage thinks he’s so great” (in a sarcastic tone though. Nicholas Cage only thinks he’s so great because he’s fucking awesome), or maybe a “those are fake”, “you only think you’re funny”, or a “cigarettes cause cancer”.
Cigarettes cause cancer? No shit, I didn’t know that. Guess what talking any more during Face Off causes?
Can you imagine this manner of hijink aboard the USS Space Ship to the moon?
That’s why women will never go to the moon, because of their piss-poor, wet-blanket attitudes.
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April 11th, 2008 at 6:34 am - IP Man-Hash: 9103b75ab7aa9
idiot
April 11th, 2008 at 12:02 pm - IP Man-Hash: 416aa8dd410e6
Hello idiot men have never been to the moon either! You must be kidding if you actually believe that! Men and Women are different for a reason asshole! Would you want to fuck a women who did everything like a man? Oh yes because your gay! Our brains are different which explains why we are good at different things! Women are good with words, numbers and solving things. Men are good at being lazy, useless and destroying things!!!
April 11th, 2008 at 7:49 pm - IP Man-Hash: c2f9d3c632dd9
Our brains are different which explains why we are good at different things! Women are good with words, numbers and solving things. Men are good at being lazy, useless and destroying things!!!
Your brain is not different. As every woman you were just never asked to grow up. The difference theory was created, so you never grow up. That where the difference is from. The difference was created by social matrix, in order for you to be miserable, so you can stay not grown up, and as such stay to be a battery for a cc, so you can acquire things you don’t need, so other people can make money of your misery.
April 11th, 2008 at 8:01 pm - IP Man-Hash: c2f9d3c632dd9
Exactly, he is here because of you women, and he is not alone, cos Im with him all the way. And we are telling you women how we feel. Finally.
April 11th, 2008 at 8:31 pm - IP Man-Hash: c2f9d3c632dd9
Clarissa, men are not judging you, and they don’t need phd in psychology. They are jus expressing what they feel, about “the persona” you are putting up instead of being just yourself. The persona can not communicate with men, you could if you knew how to be yourself, not the persona, but you can’t. All men know for ex that you are not 13. We express, that we do not hate women, we only hate the persona, and that what Dick means when he says, that shovinism is most liberating experience for women, we just want you to be real, not a fake. All men are experts in the persona, because this is what you women are showing us all the time.
April 14th, 2008 at 1:58 pm - IP Man-Hash: 062703d978411
Maybe she’s just trying to get a cheap hysteretomy! Shouldn’t a woman’s womb explode when and if she lands on Luna, her top poobah goddess?
The moon is the paperweight of the menstrual cycle, and every gyro-eyed, wiccan princess has one of those.
But what has baffled me even more than this in the past is having a gay sing to me about how the Moon Landing was a fraud, staged in a pole barn before the Red Skelton show.
Aren’t they both annoying? Page after page in the catalogues of lunacy.
Why is it ‘the man in the moon?’
April 19th, 2008 at 6:11 pm - IP Man-Hash: 90850f55d960b
Women would have to stop and ask for directions.
-man-space invader-
April 19th, 2008 at 11:06 pm - IP Man-Hash: 6eebbd495c480
please god
learn how to puntcuate correctly!
if ur so dam good at solving things
why do i need to program the goddamn VCR?
or teach you how to use Microsoft Word?
hmmm??
April 19th, 2008 at 11:09 pm - IP Man-Hash: 6eebbd495c480
he didn’t choose to be from a woman
he was forced against his will when his dad fucked his mom
and hey
the woman’s only half of the equation
there is something called a father
a woman is only 1 out of 2
1/2
%50
cmon
please stop being so dam stupid
how do you feel about that?
April 27th, 2008 at 11:12 pm - IP Man-Hash: 0a0d7e4acd0ac
Women’s brains are different, by different I mean smaller, less efficient and have a extraordinary ability to say retarded things. This is in contrast to Men’s brains, powerful, efficient and only talk when saying something purposeful. Oh, not to mention the fact that men are better with numbers, words and solving things.
April 28th, 2008 at 2:08 pm - IP Man-Hash: 4b018e284f00f
It doesn’t need cleaned yet.
May 11th, 2008 at 4:14 pm - IP Man-Hash: 3e8d1e2b2a4c4
I have had the grave misfortune of travelling across Canada on a recent itinerary and I must confess that the country as such is one of the most deplorable places on earth to live; it is one of the most brutal matriarchal tyrannies on the surface of the planet, even more perilous than the previous experiment in gynaecocratic social engineering and egalitarianism directed by the old Bolshevist regime in Russia. Canada is a female-dominated totalitarian shit-hole run by feminist bigots and socialist cranks who enforce their crypto-Marxist ideological views upon others with a ruthless efficiency that would make even the Gestapo or any Totenkopf squad of the Waffen-SS blush red with shame. Maybe the Americans to the south of the border should invade *Soviet Canuckistan* by killing off that evil, feminist-dominated Liberal dictatorship in Ottawa, putting to rest that mindless policy of rampant multiculturalism and bilingualism by finally terminating the last vestiges of the legacy of Pierre Elliot Trudeau, that ultimate feminist icon, and establishing a true democracy. However, one could certainly entertain the possibility that maybe an eventual Yankee assimilation of Canada, one of the world’s worst cesspools of human feces, urine and vomit, would not be necessary. Canada has one of the lowest birth-rates on the surface of the planet, nearly approximating zero growth. According to Statistics Canada, the birthrate dramatically plummeted by a whopping 25.4% between 1992 and 2002, resulting in a crude birth rate of 10.5 newborns for every thousand Canadian women. This is because every single Canadian woman is a sick, frigid cunt who sees heterosexuality as a legitimate form of mental illness. The typical Canadian woman is a tireless, even fanatical advocate of the notion that the male libido is a psychiatric disorder that should be treated by either physical or chemical castration. Canadian women are their own worst nemesis; with the fanatical hatred of human sexuality so prevalent amongst those Protestant Anglo-Saxon whores, the nation of Canada is bound to cease to exist in the near future. Maybe the record levels of primary sexual frigidity, erotophobia and materialistic greed found amongst Canadian females is the Sword of Damocles that we have all prayed for in earnest; the less cold, selfish Canadian bitches we have in existence, the better we shall all be.
Every single Canadian woman on the surface of the planet is a self-centred, narcissistic, arrogant whore whose heart is as cold as flint; her greed for the acquisition of material possessions is truly infinite. The typical Canadian woman deserves to be tied up in leather bondage, only to have her head busted in with a sledgehammer, her eyes subsequently gouged out with brass tongs, and her tongue ripped out of her mouth with a set of red-hot pincers. Canadian women deserve to have their veins injected with arsenic or potassium cyanide. All Canadian women either merit being locked within a gas chamber to be slowly asphyxiated as she sucks on carbon monoxide fumes from some car exhaust system or should be allowed to choke on the sweet fragrance of Zyklon B. It would probably be safe to say that the best way to deal with any Canadian woman is to take a knife and slash her throat the minute she identifies herself as a Canadian. Others, not wishing to get their hands dirty, would prefer to take a Canadian woman, smash her head into the nearest concrete wall and then snap her neck with their bare hands. Whatever one thinks is the best way to kill a Canadian woman, it goes without saying that every single Canadian woman on the surface of the planet deserves to be shot in the back of the head.
Let me recite an anecdote from my own personal reminiscences as a world traveller illustrating how to best deal with Canadian women (if you absolutely must). From the following narrative, it should be obvious that the best way to treat any Canadian woman is to have her subjected to mind-blowing physical tortures that would even scandalize le Marquis de Sade.
I was strolling through the downtown core of Bangkok, that Paris of South-East Asia, when two Canadian women of Protestant Anglo-Saxon extraction, in their early to mid-twenties, had the greatest misfortune, unbeknownst to them, of accidentally being seduced by me. Being the worldly and sophisticated expatriate and homme des belles lettres that I am, I easily managed to convince both Canadian women to accompany me to the beaches for a few bottles of Chang, the local Thai lager.
At this juncture of my narration, I must remark, by way of digression, that my serendipitous discovery of these two lost Western women filled the depths of my soul with inner rejoicing. As all worldly wise travellers doubtless know, the overwhelming majority of Canadian women encountered abroad are innocent, naïve, and gullible; having been pampered with silver spoons all of their lives and possessing little experience of the world, they are quick to believe any seemingly harmless, smooth-talking white man with a funny accent and a limitless cash flow undoubtedly used to facilitate any act of libertinage his heart so terribly craves (such as myself). Every single Canadian woman one accosts in the street is more often than not a woman who cannot take care of herself (without the help of her husband or the Canadian federal government) or survive for any length of time outside of the overarching umbrella of Western European culture. It is this trait of innocence and child-like behaviour found in all Canadian women which makes them ideal targets for those who wish to rape, torture and kill them.
Unfortunately for the two Canadian girls I had but recently befriended, I soon wearied of the intellectually devoid tête-à-tête they seemed all too capable of offering me; much of their idle banter seemed to revolve around fast automobiles, luxurious penthouses, and generous Swiss bank accounts. As a means of changing the conversation, I casually intimated to both girls that we explore the beach and easily persuaded them to continue onwards with me to a more exotic, remote location. Once we reached our secluded locale, I finally decided to act. My first move was to take out a steel hammer I had concealed on my person for quite some time; I then espied my victims. I saw the first Canadian girl playing in the water on the beaches and the second one picking flowers to weave into her long, flowing hair. Wiping the sweat off my brow, no doubt produced by a blazing hot Thai sun, I pounced on the first girl like a Bengal tiger with claws wide open; I seized her by the back of the neck and forcibly submerged her head under water. I then proceeded to vigorously beat her head and torso in with the hammer I held firmly in my right hand. I beat her so savagely that her blood and brains literally soaked the beautiful, light turquoise polo shirt I was wearing.
After I had killed her, I immediately turned my loving attentions to the second Canadian girl. Her body began to convulse violently as she began shrieking hysterically about how mercilessly, how viciously, I had managed to thrash her female companion to death. I told her to shut her bloody gob or I would slit her throat and inseminate it with the hot fuck of a mighty male orgasm. Moreover, I informed her that she should feel no trepidation, because she would get her come-uppance and would soon cease to exist forever. However, the poor girl became inconsolable and began sobbing uncontrollably. In an attempt to silence her, I took my hammer and lunged towards her in a vain attempt to bust her head with it. Upon feeling the first hammer blow, she managed to get up and began to sprint like a wild gazelle. Enraged, I chased after her. In her despondency, she had tried to elude me; however, given my greater physical stamina and endurance, she soon found the effort to be an impossible exercise in futility. She ended up collapsing into a heap of broken flesh on the beach. As was contingent upon the very situation itself, I found it necessary to assume a stoic frame of mind as I cautiously began to encircle that silly little girl, echoing the sacred rite of some obscure danse macabre.
However, before I was able to deliver the final coup de grâce, she began dangling her passport in front of my eyes as if it were a jar of pablum. I could faintly discern a trail of glistening, purplish blood streaming down her head from the blow I had previously given her.
“I’m a Canadian citizen, sir, please don’t hurt me. I’m a Canadian, sir,” she cried, with the most pitiful tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please, sir, I’ll suck your dick for free if you let me live. I’m Canadian, sir. Please don’t hurt me.” Her morose plea for compassion fell upon deaf ears; it was as if her tears had fallen on the marble visage of some sculpted figure. I laughed raucously, as is the wont of callous rakes such as myself, the details of whose personage seems to have been finely chiselled many times before in some Hogarth engraving.
I told her to take courage and admonished her with some verses from St. Paul: O death, where is thy victory? O death, where is thy sting? Suddenly, I pounced on her passport like a savage beast of prey and ripped it up into pieces. I forcibly opened her mouth and rammed the shredded bits of her Canadian passport down her throat. She first gagged and then began to struggle violently, to which, in order to permanently immobilize her, I found it necessary to take my hammer and begin beating her as ferociously as I had pounded the last girl.
By means of raining savage blows upon her head, I managed to physically desecrate every square inch of her body until her flesh had become completely tenderized and every bone in her body was irreparably broken. In fact, I was able to pound her so thoroughly that she ended up becoming a writhing, twitching mass of ripped skin and pulverized bone, laying almost completely paralyzed before my feet. As I surveyed the scene of the carnage I had so skilfully wrought, I quickly noticed that she had a large, neatly folded Canadian flag in her purse. I decided to improve the delicious tableau vivant by unfolding it and placing it neatly upon the ground; I squat over it and subsequently smeared excrement on top of it. I then proceeded to take her beloved flag and used it to make a noose more complicated than the Gordian knot to wrap around her neck. I lassoed the rope around a tree limb and proceeded to hoist her broken body up into the air. I left her suspended from the tree by the nape of her neck, as a visible warning sign to all Canadian (as well as all American and British) women who cross my path.
ALL CANADIAN WOMEN DESERVE TO BE SAVAGELY BEATEN AND TORTURED TO DEATH!
May 12th, 2008 at 8:55 pm - IP Man-Hash: 2bc5844a0f6c6
the boys here are sick in the head……….what happend during your childhood………did your mother beat your or rape you or both
May 12th, 2008 at 9:06 pm - IP Man-Hash: e5ad81745f47e
We are men. and we are all over. we are the Construction workers. the Engineers. The Layers and Teachers. Law enforcers. Doctors and Ambulance drivers. The “Mighty Man-Glue that holds this society together”
And from time to time we check into this site because its one of the few no nonsense , untainted by feminazi’s, laugh factory, entertaining sites.
May 13th, 2008 at 6:00 am - IP Man-Hash: 2bc5844a0f6c6
if you are all the things you said its no suprise that the world is such a mess……you turned the world into a dump…..women could have done a better job
May 13th, 2008 at 12:58 pm - IP Man-Hash: 3e8d1e2b2a4c4
Shut your bloody fucking gob, you Yankee bitch. It’s your cold, frigid cunt that makes the world a horrible place to live in.
May 13th, 2008 at 11:47 pm - IP Man-Hash: 2bc5844a0f6c6
can you please say something intelligent…..i know its hard but atleast you can try…..
May 14th, 2008 at 1:00 am - IP Man-Hash: ce933137a530d
Trying to have intelligent discourse with a woman is a waste of time; his and hers. He could be talking to someone who is worth two shits, and she could be doing the only thing women are good for, which is getting pregnant.
Not only is it her cunt, but the deficit of heart and lack of a brain that make the western world so painful.
May 14th, 2008 at 9:18 am - IP Man-Hash: d1e91a76a551c
im still waiting for an intelligent repy
May 14th, 2008 at 9:19 am - IP Man-Hash: d1e91a76a551c
reply*