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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Comment by kalel
2008-07-21 09:39:27

Here for those men who want to follow European Space Agency space program : http://www.esa.int/esaCP/index.html

And here for NASA http://www.nasa.gov/

 
Comment by Commander Scott
2008-07-18 17:31:00

Why do women always have to stoop so low as to attack a man’s sexuality? It’s as if women have nothing else worthwhile to offer other than sex.

Women are also deficient in logical reasoning, doubtless because they are intellectually inferior to men. After all, what does a man’s sex life have to do with the very substance of the argument he is making?

Comment by micho
2008-07-20 17:24:25

Don’t worry; when the man has the all power, he would have everything. Then I don’t know why people today are so much obsessed in sex. But this is really the trick of the feminists. You must not fall in it!

 
 
Comment by kalel
2008-07-18 16:18:16

sick feminist women , nothing to say here??????????

 
Comment by kalel
2008-07-17 03:35:02

men will not give women the technology anymore , we will make a new step in evolution and we will not take women with us anymore.

 
Comment by Trekkie
2008-07-14 22:26:34

Ever notice how the question of best Star Trek captain is always between Kirk and Picard? Janeway was a *terrible* captain who perverted the Prime Directive whenever she felt like it, usually at her crew’s expense. As always Dick, you hit the nail on the head; keep it up.

 
Comment by kalel
2008-07-12 12:39:26

what are the fucking sick feminist doing here?????????????
Men have invented everything , all you learn in school is created by men , all the inventions are invented by men , all the buildings are build by men , women are here just to carry and take care of babies, that’s genetically set.There is a 2 % difference in genes between men and women , the same as men and male chimps and the same as women and female chimps.So of course only men will go to the moon , mars and so on , because only men invented everything . In all species is the same , males get the food for the babies and protect the babies , females just carry the babies before they exit , and then take care or them. In humans is the same , the only difference is that men have taken their role a step forward , created technology to make things easier for them , and we evolved. All the evolution is held in the Y chromosome (male) , if you want to see your ancestors you look at the Y chromosome, the Y chromosome has the most important genes in the universe . It’s not just that , i’m sure the difference is bigger , because in many species there are lots of genes that are activated in males and not in females besides the Y chromosome that is male only.We have much more genes than women , because women have 2 X chromosome but one dezactivates , and males have 1 X + 1Y , so yeahh.

My moto is :

It’s time to make a new step in evolution and not carry women with us anymore!!!

 
Comment by bola
2008-06-27 07:16:11

Ben said:
we Canadians sure are pussies

That’s what I said.

By the way, the beer I drink is 9,5%.

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-06-27 05:50:32

Ben said:

bola said:

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

Candians are Pansies, everybody knows that. No need to be offended. Even your own women are so unimpressed that they are crossing the US border to find date-worthy men.

Ok Bola, we Canadians sure are pussies. Keep drinking your “manly” 3% beer and sucking on horse balls. The fact that your country has an out of control crime rate doesn’t make you any less of a pussy. If you would say shit like that to Canadians in person instead of hiding behind the internet, you’d get one-punched and tea bagged, faggot. And then you’d have to suck on more dick to get healthcare after one of us busts your greasy face in. You Americans sure are proud, too bad most of you are brainwashed religious freaks who have nothing better to do than bash Canada in a jealous rage. Go pray to your bible, you fucking retard.

Question for anybody: If canadian laws are female friendly, why are young females leaving? Just wondering…

 
Comment by Ben
2008-06-27 05:39:25

bola said:

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

Candians are Pansies, everybody knows that. No need to be offended. Even your own women are so unimpressed that they are crossing the US border to find date-worthy men.

Ok Bola, we Canadians sure are pussies. Keep drinking your “manly” 3% beer and sucking on horse balls. The fact that your country has an out of control crime rate doesn’t make you any less of a pussy. If you would say shit like that to Canadians in person instead of hiding behind the internet, you’d get one-punched and tea bagged, faggot. And then you’d have to suck on more dick to get healthcare after one of us busts your greasy face in. You Americans sure are proud, too bad most of you are brainwashed religious freaks who have nothing better to do than bash Canada in a jealous rage. Go pray to your bible, you fucking retard.

 
Comment by Commander Scott
2008-05-30 16:47:14

American and Canadian women are selfish, cold bitches who sell their cunts to the highest bidders. American and Canadian women are the worst pieces of shit on the surface of the planet!

 
Comment by Aron
2008-05-30 08:53:56

AHAHAHAH, Dude, you’re totally right about everything. Women don’t know shit about shit.

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-05-28 09:43:36

studioline said:

Hey, How are you NM?

I am fine, thank you. You must be really bored today.

You should set-up your own website with the goal of freeing men from the bondage of anglo american women-mediated feminism. If you were to do this, your name (Studioline) and Abraham Lincoln would be would be mentioned in the same breath in America. You have to admit that sounds pretty good. Go for it, dude.

 
Comment by studioline
2008-05-28 09:34:18

Hey, How are you NM?

 
Comment by studioline
2008-05-28 09:32:05

Hmm, who knows what’s better… who knows -0

;)

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-05-28 08:52:39

studioline said:

Commander Scott said:

Canada reminds me of George Orwell’s 1984: it is a female-dominated, socialist, totalitarian society where you can still get locked up for the simple offense of jaywalking and all of the women (feminists each and every single one) are loosely organized into Junior Anti-Sex Leagues.

It seems like a prison is not worse place to live for a man than Canada or like being a jew during II ward’s war, only jews had to put up wiht Hitler for only 5 plus years

Well, I think I would prefer to be snubbed, ignored, or berated by snooty anglo-american women then to endure homosexual rape in an american prison or death in a gas chamber.

 
Comment by studioline
2008-05-28 08:40:09

Commander Scott said:

Canada reminds me of George Orwell’s 1984: it is a female-dominated, socialist, totalitarian society where you can still get locked up for the simple offense of jaywalking and all of the women (feminists each and every single one) are loosely organized into Junior Anti-Sex Leagues.

It seems like a prison is not worse place to live for a man than Canada or like being a jew during II ward’s war, only jews had to put up wiht Hitler for only 5 plus years

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-05-28 08:20:01

Commander Scott said:

Canada reminds me of George Orwell’s 1984: it is a female-dominated, socialist, totalitarian society where you can still get locked up for the simple offense of jaywalking and all of the women (feminists each and every single one) are loosely organized into Junior Anti-Sex Leagues.

My guess is that you would prefer our society to be like “Brave New World”. If we could get Commissar on Soma, then he could hallucinate his way to extinction, along with the rest of the Austalopithecines. I will be delighted to reserve a plot for you in the tropical savanah of East Africa. :)

 
Comment by Commander Scott
2008-05-28 08:00:29

Canada reminds me of George Orwell’s 1984: it is a female-dominated, socialist, totalitarian society where you can still get locked up for the simple offense of jaywalking and all of the women (feminists each and every single one) are loosely organized into Junior Anti-Sex Leagues.

 
Comment by No One
2008-05-27 17:57:33

bola said:

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

Candians are Pansies, everybody knows that. No need to be offended. Even your own women are so unimpressed that they are crossing the US border to find date-worthy men.

Do you really think I give a flying shit on what you think of us? As for those women who go across the border well then I don’t give a shit about them either, people are allow to do what they want to do. It’s not like I’m trying to stop them.

 
Comment by No One
2008-05-27 17:54:15

bola said:

Arbalest said:

They’ld rather have it homebrewed then, eh?

Great comeback. — Note how he says: “I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny.” How’s that for an endorsement?

Yeah so? What is your country filled with grade a women who are totally smart and funny? I know women who are a pain in the ass, not everyone is the same.

 
Comment by No One
2008-05-27 17:52:17

Commander Scott said:

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

No, he’ll be arrested for importing a pair of intact testicles into that fascist matriarchal Canadian shit-hole, a land almost entirely inhabited by castrated male eunuchs.

Okay there, you want to be a total bloody fucking prick then go right ahead, make fun of my country you asshole. Make fun of everyone here, in the end it doesn’t matter anwyay really. You’re the fucking loser who think it’s great to put down my country, so go ahead and see how far you’ll get.

 
Comment by bola
2008-05-27 16:44:24

Arbalest said:

They’ld rather have it homebrewed then, eh?

Great comeback. — Note how he says: “I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny.” How’s that for an endorsement?

 
Comment by bola
2008-05-27 16:28:11

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

Candians are Pansies, everybody knows that. No need to be offended. Even your own women are so unimpressed that they are crossing the US border to find date-worthy men.

 
Comment by Arbalest
2008-05-27 16:24:56

They’ld rather have it homebrewed then, eh?

 
Comment by Commander Scott
2008-05-27 16:24:07

No One said:

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

No, he’ll be arrested for importing a pair of intact testicles into that fascist matriarchal Canadian shit-hole, a land almost entirely inhabited by castrated male eunuchs.

 
Comment by No One
2008-05-27 16:16:39

bola said:

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intelligent and funny. I am proud to be Canadian and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

No you’ll be arrested for bringing stupidity into this country.

 
Comment by Commander Scott
2008-05-27 15:55:26

Canadians are Americans with pokers stuck up their asses and no balls.

 
Comment by bola
2008-05-27 12:11:58

No One said:

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intellgent and funny. I am proud to be Canadain and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

I thought about going to Canada, but I’m always afraid I might get arrested for trying to smuggle manliness into the country.

 
Comment by No One
2008-05-27 11:52:33

Commander Scott said:

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!

I’m going to just say this to you Commander Scott.

Aside from the fact that your little story at the end is complete and utter bullshit you are the worse human being ever on the face of the earth. You are the mud of society and you’ll probably get your damn justice in the end no matter what you say or do afterwards.

You do not know what it is like to live in Canada, you can go fuck yourself for saying bullshit about my country. You do not know anything about the females that live here, I know some who are wonderful people, intellgent and funny. I am proud to be Canadain and proud of those who I know even if you think differently.

So again, go fuck yourself and go to hell. The world will be better off without you.

 
Comment by blah
2008-05-26 07:20:19

Tom, Kat’s boyfriend said:

Commander Scott said:

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!

You sick freak. Realy, that is going beyond sexism. Appart from it is total bullshit. Just wanting to do that is wrong. I’m sure even some of the sexist guys on this site who support Dick will tell you how wrong that is.

Tom, Kat’s boyfriend said:

Commander Scott said:

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!

You sick freak. Realy, that is going beyond sexism. Appart from it is total bullshit. Just wanting to do that is wrong. I’m sure even some of the sexist guys on this site who support Dick will tell you how wrong that is.

I lol’d

 
Comment by blah
2008-05-26 07:19:30

I think I can speak for most men that we do respect women….of the mid evil age, and any ages where women have stuck behind the king and knew their place. As for that Corey gay men don’t count as men, they are women for the most part. With that said, it’s true women do understand how to do certain things with technology. They know how to cook, use the phone/computer(well click a button to get on myspace), and use the remote. Some women are blessed with the knowledge of being able to operate automobiles properly. I think it is unjust that men have an increased insurance rates on our cars. Yes we do stuff like street race, but I guarantee you we are 100% careful since our cars are one of the most important things in their life. When was the last time you’ve seen a man putting on makeup while talking on a cellphone on the interstate? You don’t and yes a lot of men these days wear make up but those are emo’s, so i guess they don’t count. For all you women who wonder why we are here to argue with you? We aren’t we are here to support fellow men who feel the same way.

 
Comment by Tom, Kat's boyfriend
2008-05-25 15:10:26

Commander Scott said:

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!

You sick freak. Realy, that is going beyond sexism. Appart from it is total bullshit. Just wanting to do that is wrong. I’m sure even some of the sexist guys on this site who support Dick will tell you how wrong that is.

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-05-25 14:00:09

“The Anglo-American male race are essentially tame, denatured rabbits, letting women walk all over over them and entirely enslaved by pussy power.”= an exact statement.

Ive heard that Ted Bundy was rejected by a girlfriend for marrage b/c she felt that he would never “amount to anything” in his life, and that he knew that. I am wondering if that in part triggered him murderous rampage.

 
Comment by Muzalon
2008-05-25 13:49:50

Commander Scott said:

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!

Reminds me a little of Ted Bundy’s Lake Sammamish killings: forcing one victim to watch the other die.

Marc Lepine is an interesting figure. His father was an Arab with typical contempt for women: I think that males with some cultural insight beyond the Anglo-American matriarchal hegemony find its impossible to accede to matriarchal dominion as Anglo-American males do. The Anglo-American male race are essentially tame, denatured rabbits, letting women walk all over over them and entirely enslaved by pussy power. I would bet my bottom dollar that nearly all pussy-whipped males who post here are ‘pure-breed’ Anglo-Saxons: while the peerless opponents of matriarchy are typically rich in blood/culture from outside the Anglosphere.

 
Comment by no manhole
2008-05-25 13:32:20

Corey said:

no manhole said:

Corey said:

Heres a reply girlgirl, I’m with you, and even though I’m a man, I can say that yes, the people who support this guy, as well as the man himself have gone off the deep end.

Heres one thing I think is ironic science wise, the male chromosome, or better labeled as the Y chromosome, is in fact significantly smaller than a female one, therefore its safe to say there is alot more to a female than a male, not to mention the male chromosome carries defects leading to shorter life expectancy and a chance of losing our minds at old age…

Actually, dumbshit, although a woman has two X-chromosomes, one of them is completely inactivated in all of her cells. So in terms of the number of active X-chromosomes, men and women are equal. Furthermore, fucktard, although the Y chromosome is smaller, the size of it really does not matter: its the genes on it that do, and one of them determines maleness. To think that women are superior because they have “more chromosome” is a clear indication that your a social and educational retard who has to bobble his ahead in agreement with women in the hopes that he can get laid. One day yo will be a cuckold.

Funny how offended you sound, and how much immature talk you use to defend yourself. Actually, the reason I even have a girlfriend is because I’m not self centered nor centered on my sex as a superior (Hope I’m gonna get laid? …. I think you should be the one asking yourself if you’re ever going to get laid, but then again, as if having sex really is all you care about that makes someone’s life complete?) and furthermore if the only grounds you can come up on to reply to my comment is telling me about an inactive X chromosome in women, than obviously; just like Dick, you have no real intelligent basis for your little outburst here, it sounds like the same pathetic unbased whining he pulls off in every response that completely dethrones his theories. Go find someone else’s response to pick apart, research for a half an hour or so, then put together a response that you can play your little pretend elitist role with. Heres a tip though so you sound like you’re not an ignorant little five year old child, cussing every other word like a whining little brat does not make you manlier, nor does it make you sound better or more intelligent. Good luck with your s