Shorts

It's been a while since I last did one of these collections of badthink, and since there is far more going on than I can be arsed to write about on any given day (as I do, in fact, have a job and a fairly busy life), I figured that this might be as good a time as any to put together another set of the same.

No Poofters

We start with a classic Monty Python clip, which I stumbled across thanks to our friend the Gentleman Adventurer, showing off the supreme excellence of the Philosophy Department at that globally recognised centre of learning, the University of Woolloomoloo:



Remember back when the United Kingdom of Pommieland actually used to produce hilarious comedy like this? Back when the Pommie bastards didn't all have sticks shoved up their arses about political correctness and other such nonsense? When you could make jokes about faggots and not have a howling lynch mob descend upon you?

Ah, those were the days.

Of course, as Adam himself will readily admit, if you think Britain is ridiculous when it comes to political correctness, you should see what has happened to Australia these days.

It's as if the descendants of the convicts who landed up there decided to take the Motherland's mistakes and quadruple down on them.

That, after all, is why Adam left Australia's fair shores to go to that haven of tolerance and multiculturalism, Holland.

Not, admittedly, that things are very much better there either.

Speaking of Swishing Faggotry...

Staying with that theme for a moment- remember an old-school extremely funny and highly offensive comedian named Andrew Dice Clay?


I found that while web-surfing at work one day, bored out of my gourd because things were pretty slow. The result was a lot of strange looks from my co-workers, inquiring as to why the hell I was very nearly doubled over with laughter while watching a YouTube video.

At the rate things are going, all of these old-school comedy clips are going to get memory-holed by Our Mighty Overlords at Google. So try to watch these while you can.

Farenheit 451 wasn't just a great old-school science fiction novel. It was a prophecy and a warning.

John McEnroe, Shitlord

A tennis legend and sports commentator got himself into a real spot of bother recently when he got ambushed in an interview by a very stupid reporter:

Garcia-Navarro: We're talking about male players but there is of course wonderful female players. Let's talk about Serena Williams. You say she is the best female player in the world in the book. 

McEnroe: Best female player ever — no question. 

Garcia-Navarro: Some wouldn't qualify it, some would say she's the best player in the world. Why qualify it? 

McEnroe: Oh! Uh, she's not, you mean, the best player in the world, period? 

Garcia-Navarro: Yeah, the best tennis player in the world. You know, why say female player? 

McEnroe: Well because if she was in, if she played the men's circuit she'd be like 700 in the world. 

Garcia-Navarro: You think so? 

McEnroe: Yeah. That doesn't mean I don't think Serena is an incredible player. I do, but the reality of what would happen would be I think something that perhaps it'd be a little higher, perhaps it'd be a little lower. And on a given day, Serena could beat some players. I believe because she's so incredibly strong mentally that she could overcome some situations where players would choke 'cause she's been in it so many times, so many situations at Wimbledon, The U.S. Open, etc. But if she had to just play the circuit — the men's circuit — that would be an entirely different story.

Emphases added by me, of course.

The entire PC establishment of the tennis world promptly went into full-on SJW point-and-swarm attack meltdown mode.

To his immense credit, however, Mr. McEnroe stayed true to his statements and refused to apologise or back down:


"Mac" isn't just a great tennis player. His refusal to kowtow to political correctness is an inspiration to every man who has ever had to choose between saying what is popular, and what is true.

I don't doubt that Serena Williams could kick my ass in a game of tennis. That is because I'm just not very good at the game, and haven't played at all in something like 4 years.

But what if she played Roger Federer in a best-of-3 match?

Excuse me while I reinsert that lung that I just coughed up from laughing so hard.

The reality is that if Serena Williams had to play against the much faster, harder-hitting, more athletic men, she would be destroyed by most of the top 500.

The gap in skill, power, athleticism, and foot-speed between men and women in tennis is enormous. That is part of the reason why, as I pointed out back when Novak Djokovic got himself into similar hot water and very shamefully backed down, men command higher ticket prices and more TV viewers and more butts on seats.

I don't even bother with the women's game anymore. I don't care in the slightest about it and refuse to watch it.

Tomic the Tank Engine

While we're on the subject of stupid shit observed in the game of tennis, let's take a look at the manner in which one of its most promising talents has squandered his natural gifts:


I'm not quite sure what it is about Australian tennis that produces these foreign superbrats, but it's relatively common problem over there. Bernard Tomic, Nick Kyrgios, and Thanasi Kokkinakis are all Australian "transplants" whose families originally arrived from foreign nations, and have all made names for themselves on the tour for all of the wrong reasons.

They are all possessed of tremendous inborn talent- and they all squander it by throwing on-court tantrums, smashing racquets, and generally being giant dicks while chucking matches.

I get that not everyone can be expected to act like true gentlemen on tour, like Roger Federer and Rafael Nadal do. And by the way, Federer in his teen years was a well-known superbrat with a volcanic temper that matched his incredible talent. The difference is that the GOAT calmed down after his first coach was killed in a car crash, and became the whisper-quiet legend, the shadow of doom that ruthlessly crushes all before him with seemingly no effort or sweat, that he is today.

Not Sure if Slutty or Crazy

One of my favourite YouTube channels, MGTOW 101, produced a couple of videos recently about women in New Zealand, where women apparently have the highest average number of sexual partners in the world:



The average Kiwi woman bangs 20 men during her lifetime, according to an admittedly rather unscientific poll taken by the world's largest condom manufacturer.

If you are a Kiwi man and you are reading this (I think commenter Black Poison Soul is out there, for instance)... sorry, dude.

I mean that. If you're a Kiwi man, you're stuck in one of the most promiscuous hookup cultures in the world.

And you can see the effects of that culture on the women.

Take a look at the women in that video. Every single one looks older than she is. There is not one woman in that first video that I consider to be "cute" or even moderately attractive. Every one of them looks aged and... used.

What you are seeing is the inevitable end result of the feminine imperative running rampant and unchecked. The women in those two videos look unfeminine and frumpy, and in a couple of cases look like very ugly men. The men in the second video look effete and metrosexual. The women drink and curse and screw like men; the men may well have stratospheric N-counts, but those aren't the kinds of men that will make good husbands and fathers.

The single most powerful source of our strength as a species, our sexual dimorphism which creates masculine men and feminine women, is reduced and even reversed in this case. The sexual dimorphism that makes men expendable and women perishable exists so that each sex may live up to its fullest potential by playing the roles that make the most sense for us.

When we stupidly insist on blurring the lines between sexes, androgyny, sexual promiscuity, and the destruction of the ties that bind a society together are the results.

Unbroken Bones

Jon "Bones" Jones returned to the Octagon after a very highly publicised series of battles with his own inner demons, and got his belt back in emphatic fashion last night:


I didn't watch any of the fights. Now that I'm getting a bit old, being in my early thirties as I am, I find that my tolerance for sitting up late at night watching the idiot box to be extremely low- and it was never particularly high to begin with. But I hear that it was a great night full of great fights.

As for Jonny Bones himself, I personally can't stand the guy outside the cage. I think of him as being one of those douchey guys with unbelievable amounts of God-given talent who just couldn't stay on the straight and narrow long enough to put it to any good use.

Very few of his actions since then have convinced me otherwise. But there is no question whatsoever that he is one of the greatest full-contact fighters who has ever lived.

I just hope that he manages to keep his nose clean- literally, given his propensity for "hookers and blow"- and holds on to his belt properly this time.

The Source

New AYREON album has been released. Enough said. Go buy it. From what I'm hearing right now as I listen to it, this album is amazing.

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