First of all, it’s imperative to establish the fact that men and women have different roles.  They come with restrictions that need to be followed.  Although we were created as complete individuals, gender exists for the reason of accentuation.  These boundaries should be respected by each and every one of us.

Unfortunately, there’s a misconception in our society regarding equality, where the line between male and female is getting blurred.  The women’s liberation movement has perverted its own definition to the point of no return.  “Freedom” is being drowned in with the rest of what the media et al have forced us to swallow throughout the last half century.  It’s madness.

And yet men who share this way of thinking are accused of being chauvinist pigs and suffer persecution for their old-fashioned, gentlemanly views.  This makes me angry.  What happened to being ladylike?

Feminism is a fraud.  This false idea of equality isn’t only hurting women, and especially the younger generation, but destroying the sacredness of womanhood.  And the fact remains.  Gender roles were sanctioned as a method of protection.

Let’s face it people.  Women were made with sugar and spice and everything nice.  They need to know their place.  How can anyone in their right mind even consider that they belong anywhere else except in places of safety?

As controversial as this issue is, even though there shouldn’t even be one, I care about women.  You know I do.  However, they need to humble themselves and start recognizing their “liberation” for what it really is; a deception out of the bowels of hell.  We must say “no” to this movement because it misleads us into believing that women poo too, and it’s wrong.

Recently, one of my now ex-hater decided to apologize to me.  I’m leaving her anonymous since it was a private message.  She wrote:

Her message was much appreciated, but as someone who gets attacked on a regular basis, I always find it funny how people I don’t even know claim to “hate” me.  It’s amusing when they call me out for stating my thoughts and get “disappointed” in me when they disagree.  I’m also made fun of for my physical disability, and accused of starting drama when defending my friends.

Do I really hold such power to affect them in such a way that in June alone, more than seventy entries were written about this “cripple” as they like to call me?

frozencherries even drew this picture of me a while ago:

I personally don’t hate anyone here to be completely honest.

My dearest Daughter,

You don’t know how much it breaks my heart to write this, but something needs to be said.  I’ve brought the issue to your attention on several occasions and every time I mentioned it, you pretended not to hear.  As a mother, it’s a duty of mine to look after my children to the best of my abilities, even if they end up hating me.  This includes you.

Sweetheart, your relationship with Ricky can’t continue on like this.  When I see the way you look into his eyes, I know you’ve fallen in love.  I’ve seen you two together, laughing and crying at the most ridiculous things.  I know he makes you happy.  Watching you take care of him with such love and determination, it makes me realize time and time again how proud I am of my little girl.

But this is what worries me.  Your love for him is blinding you from the sad realities of life.  This will hurt the both of you, more than you can imagine.  I don’t want that to happen when you deserve so much happiness.

I understand you’ve always thought that I never liked him since the very beginning, but I’ve only been concerned.  I see sadness in him, and I know his heart can easily be torn apart, by my amazing, beautiful daughter no less.

You can’t be so naïve about these things and forget the tomorrows ahead.  Can you really handle sharing a life with someone who’s completely dependent on you physically?  This is something you need to consider.

Love isn’t everything when relationships require a genuine sense of security.  How can he provide for and protect you when he can’t even take care of himself?  All he has is a handful of words that might touch your precious heart.

And I don’t mean to be cruel, but with his “genetic but not hereditary disease” as he likes to call it, he probably won’t have much longer to live.  It wouldn’t be fair to your children either when they might not have a father.

My dearest Daughter, I love you so much.  I’d give my life in exchange for yours without hesitation.  I only want what’s best for you, and somewhere inside, you know what I’m saying is true.

Last night, Ricky sought your father’s blessing in asking for your hand in marriage.  If you have any doubts about your future with him, you need to end this quickly before it’s much too late.  He doesn’t deserve to have his heart destroyed because of your stubbornness to accept the truth, and when he has already endured a life of hardships.

Darling, you’re not a little girl anymore and you need to think this through before making the biggest mistake of your life.  I hope this letter finds you.  I hope it finds you well.

Love,
Mom

I finally watched ‘Avatar’.  While I anticipated an epic blockbuster, I became grossly disappointed when I realized it was nothing more than a part of the deception from the liberal Hollywood agenda.  Not only was it racist, but it also served as a promotion to the anti-Christian propaganda, along with many more evils.

Racism: The Na’vi people or aliens were a depiction of the Native Americans.  They had tails that resembled monkeys, while their eyes were yellow.  If you didn’t notice, the original African people that were not mixed in with the rest of humanity all have yellow eyes.  Dreadlocks are another blatant giveaway.

Generalization: Because of the above promotion of the lie that Native Americans and Blacks are sub-human, it lumps everyone together.  You can see this with the mixture of their two heathen cultures of nature worship and voodoo chanting.  Their blue skin represents the all-in-one racism.

Evolution: We all know the theory of evolution was created by the biggest racist in the world, Charles Darwin, who wrote a book titled ‘On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life’.  It was a deception that justified the African slave trade.

Anti-Caucasianism: The entire theme of the story was based on the American Civil War, where Whites persecuted the tribes of the Native American people.  Its subliminal message serves as a reminder of the evils of the “White man”, thus promotes racial propaganda against the Caucasian race.  This causes generalization in that all Whites are the same, despite the Irish who were also enslaved.  Let’s not forget the Irish females who were forced to be raped by African men to create more profit in the slave trade.  It furthers the justification for the oppression of White people; the most oppressed race in modern day.

Inferiority of other races: Notice all the leaders of the military were Whites, as well as the science team.  It promotes the lie that other races are intellectually and technologically inferior, and that Native Americans and Blacks are backwards and animalistic.  Casual nakedness is another thing, like the objectification in nature documentaries and particularly National Pornographic Magazine when African females are often fully exposed.

Anti-Christianity: During the last days, Christians are going to suffer tribulation according to the King James Bible.  The pre-tribulation rapture, Kirk Cameron, Tim LaHaye, ‘Left Behind’ series, New Evangelical, charismatic, tongue-speaking, and NIV crowd is in for a huge surprise.

In ‘Avatar’, the Na’vi worship some stupid tree god called Eywa.  I found the name to be familiar at first, only to realize it sounded exactly like Yahweh.  Their false god of Mother Earth Paganism is nothing more than a counterfeit of The LORD Jehovah God.  It’s blasphemous that these aliens are idolizing the creation, yet these Satanists prevailed and were made into martyrs.

Instead of believing on the Lord Jesus Christ and worshipping Him, these heathen hybrids of Native Americans and Africans pray to glowing fungus dangling from a tree or rib rack from a giant lamb.

Spirituality: The transferring of human to avatar or animal or alien is a promotion of ungodly spiritualism, where messing around with our bodies and the demonic world is an encouraged practice.  Scientists play God, while murder is also promoted.  When the main character is transferred into his avatar for good, his human body is killed.  It’s euthanasia, or murder, and the sanctity of human life is defiled.

Bestiality: The main character and self-loathing White liberal, Jake Sully commits fornication with his animal lover Neytiri before the movie ends.  He awakens and asks himself, “What the hell are you doing, Jake?”  He questions the morality of animal sex.

Paedophilia, necrophilia & sodomy: In the ending scenes, after Jake transfers his soul into his avatar, Neytiri violates his dead body.  Their obvious size difference is a positive representation of child molestation as well.

Unfortunately, the entertainment industry is getting worse.  It’s a growing trend, this promotion of racism and ungodliness, along with sodomy and bestiality.  ‘Avatar’ is wicked as hell.  And isn’t it convenient that the character of Neytiri was played by Zoe Saldana, a Black actress?

As a sibling of a sexual abuse survivor, there’s always a heartbreaking conflict when it’s not in my place to intrude on her decision.  I need to respect it, even when it scares me to death to think his daughter is in danger.

Recently, my biggest fan Paulie Par Par asked if I deserved a second chance from the Xanga community if I apologized.  Well, I’ve been thinking about it for the past while and what the hell, you know?  I really should have a little remorse for causing so much trouble.  Sigh… in chronological order too!

Dear Xanga,

I’m sorry for defending White people and saying they can be victims of racism as well as any other race.  I didn’t know Caucasians were evil.  I’m sorry for making fun of myself for being a victim of racial propaganda.  I’m sorry for responding to a Black woman when she wrote an entry called ‘Fuck White People’.  I wasn’t aware that African Americans had the right to blame Whitie for everything.

I’m sorry for defending Black people.  I didn’t know it was racist to speak against those who make them look bad.  I’m sorry for not believing that God is a White man.

I’m sorry for defending a White girl in a wheelchair who was mocked by a fat, illiterate beast of a Black woman for acknowledging race.  I’m sorry that the Black woman who called her a racist turned out to be one.

I’m sorry for thinking that the new generation of the Caucasian race shouldn’t be blamed for what their ancestors might or might not have done.  I’m sorry for thinking the word “nigger” was wrong, regardless of race.

I’m sorry for speaking against someone who made a mockery of the 37,460 reported rapes of White girls and women.  I wasn’t aware that they had big mouths and were a sexual preference.  I’m sorry for thinking that child molestation wasn’t funny.

I’m sorry for defending a rape survivor when someone wished rape upon her.  I’m sorry for defending another rape survivor when she was being attacked for disagreeing with people fantasizing about sexual violence.  I’m sorry for speaking against fantasizing about child rape.

I’m sorry for not believing in evolution.  I’m sorry for thinking Black people aren’t monkeys.

I’m sorry that Paul_Partisan started to make fun of my physical disability after I wrote against evolution.  I’m sorry that Paul_Partisan called me a little yellow nigger, or was it nigga?

I’m sorry for thinking Barack Obama was biracial instead of just Black.  I’m sorry for exposing a racist website called Niggermania.  I’m sorry for thinking the media was exploiting the Black race.

I’m sorry for writing a love letter to White women.  I didn’t know it was racist to make them feel good about themselves.  I’m sorry for writing a love letter to Asian women.  I didn’t know they looked like dogs.

I’m sorry that it took me a year to respond to a self-loathing White liberal, and making fun of him when I did.  I’m sorry for writing him a love letter.  I’m sorry for speaking against a popular Xangan who blamed White female victims for the neglect of other races.  I didn’t know he was gay.

I’m sorry for seeing through vanedave and accepting his fake apology without much grace.  I’m sorry for defending vanedave when he got crap for said apology.

I’m sorry for responding to cmclymer who called me out for no reason and lied about me.  I didn’t know it was okay for him to ask the girls and women here to fill out a form with their personal information.

I’m sorry for responding to someone who accused me of plagiarism and proving her wrong.  I’m sorry for exposing my plagiarist for not knowing how to write at all.

I’m sorry for playing a practical joke on dikdoktor after he obsessed about me for half a year and threatened to find and hurt me.  I’m sorry for making him think I called the police when I really contacted the Xanga “authorities”.

I’m sorry for not retaliating to a bimbo who attacked my physical disability for responding to her friend who lied about me.  I didn’t know my response of “there, there” was offensive.

I’m sorry for writing about the challenges of my physical disability.  I didn’t know that writing about my life was asking for sympathy.

I’m sorry that people don’t know how to read.

And most of all, I’m sorry for being sarcastic.

Are you tired of being in dull relationships?  Do you feel as if the romance in your life is lacking, and that anything resembling it is cliché and even gag-worthy?  Are you looking for something more… adventurous?

If so, this is the perfect guide because Ricky’s version isn’t your typical romance.  His is an anti-romance that won’t start off with magic or fireworks like in formulated Hollywood sap fests, where you gaze into each other’s eyes and know.  You’ll probably meet him from online; you know that place with all the weirdoes and junk?

Fortunately for you, he’s ridiculous.  Really, he is.  In fact, he’s so ridiculous that he’ll risk losing his chances with the perfect girl by asking one important question:

“What if I’m a killer of children?”

Assuming you haven’t contacted the Internet police, if you come up with a clever response, this might actually work since you’re obviously crazy!  Don’t worry though because he couldn’t hurt a fly, literally.  He got the line from his favourite independent film (‘Me and You and Everyone We Know’).

Exciting enough?  This is just the teaser!  He has been writing love letters to no one for the longest time, and the imaginary girl of his dreams keeps playing hard to get.  He’s running out of wheelchair battery.  Only one real question remains that substantiates his journey of romance, or lack thereof:

“Who would ever love Ricky when he can’t even wipe his own nose?”

CAUTION: Telling him “I would” is the beginning of the strangest love story ever told; the most inconvenient one with a scary robot behind it.  He has a giant mechanical ass after all, but at least he’s not a cardboard people, and you’re the one who wanted this adventure!  Well, are you ready?
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Sadly, there’s a gross misconception in our society that the female gender can only be defined by three categories: ugly, average, and beautiful.  This dangerous attitude towards beauty affects us as a whole, while girls and women from across the globe are associating their self-worth with outer appearances.  They have an impossible time developing a sense of acceptance in themselves.

As a result, we see a growing trend in dressing sleazily, starvation to achieve the overly anorexic, malnourished look, and the excessive use of makeup, where these women look like clowns.  What happened to liberation?  How did it get to the point where women are letting the media et al determine their way of life and even thinking?

First of all, we need to establish a healthy mentality in that women can never be identified through the external constituents of our individual selves.  They’re individual people with dissimilar characteristics and personalities.  Instead, it’s the complete opposite, and we can see this by looking into the history of makeup.

Did you know that women used to wear lead paint to make their faces look pale?  Light skin suggested a lifestyle of leisure, while the darker version was identified with one of labour.  Though lethal, they still plastered their bodies with whiteners and blemish removers to maintain this complexion.  They even bled themselves at one point (during the sixth century).

Even more extreme was how as well as lead, they used mercury as a beauty aid.  Their epidermis was eventually ruined.  Such drastic measures caused hair loss, stomach problems, and the shakes.  Despite the death of courtesan Kitty Fisher, most women continued the usage of these “remedies”.

For blush, cheeks were either rubbed with beet juice, or pinched.  For a high hairline, women wrapped their foreheads with bandages dipped in vinegar steeped in cat droppings.

Face masks were made with breakfast foods including oatmeal, honey, and eggs.  Having bright eyes required drops of lemon juice, while beads of hot wax were used for mascara.  During the early 1910s, lipstick was tattooed onto lips by “beauty doctor” George Burchett.

How unfortunate is it that these are just some of the examples of the evolution of cosmetics?

Although most of the aforementioned dangers have been omitted through time, this unhealthy mindset of needing to alter the body image remains.  Can stuffing their chests with balloons full of liquids really emulate a sense of completion?

The best form of beauty is natural, and when women understand the attractiveness of being free.  It’s when they define themselves with themselves alone, without requiring the approval of others.  And it’s not to say makeup is wrong, but that it’s unnecessary.  Makeup after all is to accentuate, not mask.

There’s nothing wrong with being thin, and it’s okay to be a little chubby.  We’re not meant to be cardboard people, but different.  Beauty comes from being healthy.

As a man, I always prefer “before” than “after”.  Ask any honest person this and they’ll tell you the same.

I promise.  If you take someone with her face all caked with makeup and peel it off, there’s a beautiful girl underneath.

Average women don’t exist because everyone is beautiful when they’re defined by who they are.  We need to stand firm on this matter, and as a society, encourage the younger generation to be their own best friends.  Once girls and women start associating confidence and self-esteem with their hearts and minds, they won’t define themselves with external sources anymore.

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