Sexual equality in sport

Now SJWs at The Economist are worrying about sexual equality in equine events... but they're not only worried about equality among the riders, they're worried about the HORSES:

DROP in on a pony club camp somewhere in Britain this summer and, chances are, at least 90% of the children trotting around in jodhpurs will be girls. And so it continues in competitive riding up the rungs—until the very top. But in the Olympic eventing last week, where riders and horses locked hooves in the three disciplines of dressage, cross-country and show-jumping, nine out of the top ten places were taken by men.

This could be an anomaly; many of the most successful event riders over the last few decades have been women. It could also be a trend—led by the individual gold-medal winner in Rio, Michael Jung of Germany, who won in London four years ago and this year became only the second rider to complete the “Triple Crown” by winning consecutive Badminton, Burghley and Kentucky events. Whichever, it poses the question: does equestrianism really occur on the level field we want and believe it to? And if not, why not?

At this point, one almost finds oneself welcoming the possibility of Ragnarok.

We're going to need a new rank

How do you even begin to classify this creature? Is there a Greek letter for "kill-it-with-fire"?

The Caitlyns do Rio

One way to get to the Olympics is to bend your gender:

Two British athletes born male are on the verge of making history by competing in women’s events at next month’s Olympic Games. If selected, the unnamed pair will become the world’s first transgender Olympians at Rio.

But worryingly for British sports fans, they have revealed they are so fearful of being exposed and ridiculed under the Olympic spotlight, they would ‘probably drop back’ if they found themselves in a medal-winning position.

Their inclusion in Team GB will be hailed as a remarkable human rights victory – but it will also ignite controversy, with critics arguing that male-to-female competitors have an unfair biological advantage in terms of size, muscle mass and lung capacity.

Delia Johnston, an adviser to several sporting bodies on transgender issues, said the pair have already represented Britain at ‘a European championship sporting event’.

I always wondered about that Jessica Ennis....

Equality is the primarily problem

Return of Kings lists eight factors driving wedges into male-female relationships and correctly identifies the primary problem:

“Equality” for women is the most abominable lie to have ever perpetuated on mankind.

Men have always provided for women. Men hunted for food, labored to build everything, and fought battles to defend their tribe. To say that men oppressed women throughout history is an insult to all those who sacrificed themselves in the factories, the coal mines, and the trenches. If women didn’t have certain rights that feminists like to cherry-pick, it’s because women weren’t drafted to fight wars. In exchange for their toil, the only thing men asked of women was to be supportive in their roles as wives and mothers.

But fast-forward to today, now that women have “achieved” social and political “equality” and even various advantages just for being born a female, many women today no longer feel that it’s necessary to exchange values with men for mutuality. It’s like when humans developed automobiles and didn’t need horses anymore. The difference is, humans and horses don’t need to be together; men and women do.

However, men’s sexual desire—which is greater than that of females—is still alive and kicking. So what we have today is a situation where women have gotten their social equality while sexual inequality persists for men (which is why many men choose to give up sex entirely to level the playing field). This is what happens when you standardize human beings into economic units.

Martin van Creveld, the Israeli military historian, has written extensively on the development of the concept of equality, which he labels "the Impossible Quest". It's an excellent, well-researched book and it illustrates the fundamental impossibility of ever achieving anything that is even a reasonable approximation.

The histories of justice and liberty have often been written. Not so that of equality, which, so far has failed to find its proper biographer. There seems to be no equivalent to Plato's On Justice (better known as The Republic) or to John Stuart Mill’s On Liberty. That is strange, for equality is quite as important as the other two. Never has this been more true than in our own day. On one hand, we are inundated by volumes that warn us of the dangers of growing socio-economic gaps and by movements that protest against those gaps.[1] On the other, equality’s opposite, discrimination, has not only become taboo but is being used as a lever for all kinds of social reforms, credible and incredible alike.

In fact, so closely linked are the three concepts as to be inseparable. Where there is no equality there can be neither justice nor liberty. On the other hand, equality itself is not without its dangers. Should it be pushed too far, it can easily reach the point where it limits, or even eliminates, both liberty and justice.

The man who learned nothing

This foolish man's infertility is a metaphor for his insipid failure to understand the concept of marital commitment:

In the days that follow, I’m not ready to collapse into existing expectations about what is to come. I ask her: what do you actually want? Was this an accident? Do you still want to be with me? Do you want the three of us to co-parent?

Amid ongoing tears and the wreckage of our old life, she confesses her terrible dilemma: I don’t think I can love more than one man. Therefore, I choose him.

Soon we are sitting across the table from my parents, married 30-plus years, who look to us with cautious optimism. I’d already warned the news wasn’t what they might be expecting. In truth, to them and most of our friends, Katherine and I were the perfect couple. Loving, productive and stable, we never quarreled. Ever.

I break the news. “Katherine and I are separating.” My mother immediately bursts into tears. My father leaps into fix-it mode, suggesting the merits of marriage counseling. “We’re certain,” I confirm. They did not know about our open relationship, and I feel it is too much to reveal the pregnancy now.

Plus, I can’t admit the secret shame that I had screwed things up. I had ruined my marriage.

“I’m sorry,” my mother wept. “I’m sorry your marriage didn’t work.”

I spent the rest of the month on the road, returning only to pack my share of the belongings. No battle. No lawyers. Katherine finds the paperwork online and we fill it out on the kitchen table. We agree to split the mortgage equity. I will take the vehicle, the blender, and the Nintendo Wii. She will retain “the rest of the household contents.”

I spend the afternoon carrying my things out the front door and packing them in the car. It’s both freeing and sorrowful when I realize my life now fits into a 2002 Subaru hatchback. My plan is to catch a ferry to Victoria, where my friend has already set up a desk in her office. I had found a temporary apartment just outside downtown, close to Mya, whose long-term partnership had also ended for reasons that remain their own.

For one last time, I sit alone on the backyard patio of the house that no longer bears my name. I light the cigarette I had taken from Katherine’s secret stash (I rarely smoke) and watch it curl into the amber dusk.

A few hours before, she had revealed how she had begun drifting from our marriage the first time I’d confessed about kissing the other women, almost a year earlier. “You never told me,” I pleaded. “How could I have saved us?”

I believed wholeheartedly the myth of the One. The belief that human happiness means finding your other half, pledging them your heart and soul, and committing until death do you part.

She was my One. Yet I struggled for years to reconcile my desire for others with the inherited story of traditional monogamous marriage. The hidden cost of monogamy, when culturally reinforced as the only acceptable ideal, is the unquestioned coupling of sexual fidelity with “real” partnership. Anything falling outside these norms is, at best, labelled an unwillingness to commit, at worst, condemned for hedonistic promiscuity.

Marriage is difficult enough for women, bombarded as they are with encouragement to behave like unthinking, hedonistic animals, without their husbands throwing them at other men so they don't feel guilty about unwashed, dreadlocked hippy girls at Burning Man. What on Earth did the idiot think was going to happen the first time his wife came across a man willing to give her a better offer?

It's also a reminder that it's not always women who ruin marriages.

The frailty of feminism

Feminism was always madness. But only now is that becoming apparent even to women who call still themselves feminists:

Some of the girls were sobbing and hugging each other, while others shrieked. The majority appeared at the very least shell-shocked. It was distress on a scale appropriate for some horrible disaster. Thankfully, however, I wasn’t in a war zone or at the scene of a pile-up - but in a school hall filled with A-level students.

What had provoked such hysteria? I’d dared express an opinion that went against their accepted way of thinking.

‘Generation Snowflake’ is the term for these teens, one that’s now used frequently in the U.S. and becoming more common here. It describes a fragile, thin-skinned younger generation that can’t cope with conflicting views, let alone criticism.

There is no excuse for failing to reduce these snowflakes to tears. Don't coddle them. Don't pretend to agree with them. Challenge them and reduce them to puddles without hesitation or remorse.

Feminism means never owning your failures

The director of the all-female Ghostbusters is already making excuses for the coming failure of his expensive film:

During a panel discussion on diversity in film at the 8th annual PGA Produced By conference in Los Angeles, the 53-year-old writer-producer-director lamented that his upcoming Ghostbusters remake is constantly referred to as “all-female.”

“It was my idea to do it all-female,” Feig said, according to the Hollywood Reporter. “I wanted to do an origin story and I thought the best way to do it was by doing it with the funniest women I know.”

The trailer for the updated Ghostbusters was uploaded to YouTube in March and quickly earned the dubious honor of being the most-disliked film trailer in the video-sharing website’s history.

They may be the funniest women he knows, but as it happens, they're not very funny. Kristen Wiig is moderately amusing, but making her the lead in a comedy is like starting a WR3 as your top receiver. Your passing game is inevitably going to suffer.

This is what an alpha widow looks like

She did not handle the breakup well:

My need for meaningless sex started after my long-term boyfriend dumped me and within a year had got engaged to my friend. 

We had been dating for six years and I fell off the rails. 

After he left that day I drank half a bottle of vodka and within 45 minutes had thrown it all back up again. 

The heartache made me want to go and be someone else for a while. 

In a fit of spontaneity, I fled to Paris to visit a friend and had my first post-heartache sexual encounter with a hot Frenchman at a party in an apartment.

Apparently you can't sex away the heartache. Or the crazy.

$4.5 billion to zero

Forbes revises its estimate of the wealth of America's most successful female entrepreneur.

Last year, Elizabeth Holmes topped the FORBES list of America’s Richest Self-Made Women with a net worth of $4.5 billion. Today,  FORBES is lowering our estimate of her net worth  to nothing. Theranos had no comment.

Our estimate of Holmes’ wealth is based entirely on her 50% stake in Theranos, the blood-testing company she founded in 2003 with plans of revolutionizing the diagnostic test market. Theranos shares are not traded on any stock market; private investors purchased stakes in 2014 at a price that implied a $9 billion valuation for the company.

Since then, Theranos has been hit with allegations that its tests are inaccurate and is being investigated by an alphabet soup of federal agencies. That, plus new information indicating Theranos’ annual revenues are less than $100 million, has led FORBES to come up with a new, lower estimate of Theranos’ value.

Talk talk is all very well. But eventually, sooner or later, you're going to have to deliver.

What are welcome mats for?

Justice is being served, one welcome mat at a time:

A 26-year-old Afghan man was last Thursday sentenced to two and a half years in prison for rape. The sentence was given by the court in Cologne, writes the local news outlet Kölner Rundschau.

The news outlet describes how the victim, a 20-year-old woman, had let the Afghan refugee stay with her in her apartment.

The Afghan man came to Germany two years ago, and the contact with the woman came through internet, in the group 'Flüchtlinge Wilkommen' (Refugees Welcome).

The rape happened during the night of October 25 last year, when the man sneaked into the 20-year-old woman's room while she was sleeping.

Sic semper ciis stulti. Mere rape is arguably better than the traitorous fools merit, considering that they have quite literally laid the foundation for large-scale ethnic cleansing and war. 

Immigration is rape culture.

Because they turned their back on you

Idiots in the pulpit can't figure out why "the beautiful women" in their churches can't find any dates. Perhaps it's because they've driven every man under the age of 40 out of the congregation:

And don’t even get me started on the Xbox. And all of that. If you have callouses on your thumbs, you’re a loser. If you’re more than 18 years old and you’re still jackin’ around with that stuff… [does “L” gesture].

I curse that spirit in the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth.

There are young gals in this church. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful young gals, and you know why they can’t get a date? ‘Cause that retarded spirit got onto young men.

Back in the Elizabethan era, this moron would have been one of those agitating against the devil theater. If I ever heard a so-called pastor inveigle against electronic games, I'd get up, walk out, and never come back because the man isn't preaching the Gospel, he's just kowtowing to the modern spirit of feminism.

And as Dalrock points out, the real problem isn't a retarded spirit getting into young men, it is a rebellious feminist spirit getting into women. No man with even a modicum of good sense wants anything to do with such women.

The fact that the moron's teaching is an evil one is easy enough to see:

Some of you women, you have my permission — blame me. He come home — I’m talking about your husband come home, and that’s gone. And don’t just throw it in the trash — he’ll go fish it out — you gotta put in the bathtub full of water before you throw it in the trash.

Criminal vandalism and divorce, surely that's what pleases God. And transitive sin is not exactly good theology. Seriously, who listens to these sorts of self-inflating jackasses? The young men have the good sense to tune him out and leave, leaving him the only man in the room.

Dalrock commenter Enrique noticed as much.

All these so-called pastors are passive-aggressive man-boys (ironically), who, on the average, could never control men or dare to credibly challenge men in any actual sphere of real, diverse interaction (the military, fighting, sports, gambling, corporate America). They constantly harp at other men for not growing up and being “real men” etc etc, when they make their living appealing to women’s reception of virtue signaling. It’s all phony. 

They couldn't even challenge them at vidya, for that matter.

To shark or not to shark?

A few statistical observations regarding biracial children:

• More than 50 percent of the relationships between white women and black men end upon "the disclosure of the pregnancy." 
• 72 percent of the white women whose children have black fathers never marry the father. 
• 82 percent of the biracial children of white women with more than one child have different black fathers.
• 92 percent of the biracial children of black fathers are born illegitimate.
• 97 percent of the biracial children of black fathers and white mothers are born illegitimate.
• 98 percent of white mothers never receive any financial support from the black fathers of their children even if they are married to them.

There is no such thing as racial equality. There is no such thing as equality, period. Stop pretending otherwise.

Affirmative consent law

SJWs and feminists are transforming sex into legal rape:

Adults may soon find their sex lives regulated to the point where nearly every sexual encounter is defined as rape unless neither party reports the activity.

The American Law Institute will vote in May on whether to adopt a model penal code that would make "affirmative consent" the official position of the organization. Affirmative consent — or "yes means yes" — policies have already been adopted by many colleges and universities, and have been passed as law in California and New York.

A source within ALI has confirmed to the Washington Examiner that the model penal code on sexual assault that was discussed at last year's meeting will be voted on at their annual meeting this coming May. Last year, the draft proposal was met with opposition from ALI members, including a female former prosecutor who called the draft "really disturbing."

And remember, not even being married will excuse one from the need for affirmative consent every single time. Because, as we've seen, the idea that anyone can permanently consent to sex through the act of the marital sacrament has been attacked through the development of the oxymoronic concept of "marital rape".

Peak cuck

This is not Christianity. This isn't even Churchianity. This is pure Cuckianity and it is absolutely and utterly evil.

This past Sunday, my gorgeous wife – a white evangelical, like me — gave birth to our beautiful African-American triplet daughters whom we adopted as embryos. These sweet girls will hopefully soon be coming home to meet their 3-year-old African-American brother and 2-year-old biracial sister, both of whom we adopted as infants. The normalcy of this paragraph is something I have come to take for granted. Yet what seems to us to be the logical outcome of being pro-life is still something that to others often needs much explaining.

I grew up as a child of evangelical missionaries in Honduras, very aware of racial diversity because I was the blue-eyed, cotton-topped white kid who stuck out like a sore thumb, but all the while felt deeply connected to the people there, even though we looked very different. My wife, on the other hand, grew up in the delta of Mississippi and it wasn’t until she took a few trips to Haiti that the veil of racial prejudice was lifted from her eyes. One of the central themes of Christianity is, after all, that God, through His Son, is calling people from every tongue, tribe and nation. Grasping diversity will make the world stronger as we marvel at God’s creative genius on display through His people’s varying pigments, personalities and proficiencies. Our differences are cause for celebration, not scorn.

When we were still dating, a common bond that drew us together was the fact that Rachel and I both wanted to adopt. While we were fertile, we were both deeply convicted that one of the ways to be pro-life is to involve ourselves in adoption. Several years into our marriage, even as we were pursuing the idea of returning to Honduras as missionaries with the Presbyterian Church in America, we visited an adoption agency in Mississippi, where we were living at the time. We were also trying at the time to conceive naturally. Knowing that it is often more challenging to find adoptive homes in the United States for non-Caucasian children we informed the agency that we were willing to accept any child except a fully Caucasian child. We did this with the deeply held conviction that if the Lord wanted us to have a fully Caucasian child my wife would conceive naturally.

Look at the man's face. That is pure cuckface. No wonder his wife didn't want to bear his offspring. This couple should be deported to Honduras.

The wages of mudsharking

In what will surely come as a complete surprise to everyone, yet another black man murdered his white girlfriend and her daughter:

Patrick Fowler, 31, has been charged with two counts of first-degree intentional homicide in the deaths of Jessica Ellenberger, 28, and her four-year-old daughter Madyson Marshel.

Fowler told police he and Ellenberger got into an argument and that he 'felt as if he were being disrespected', according to the complaint.

When Ellenberger told him to 'back off' Fowler allegedly began to stab her, telling police he was unsure of how many times but that he 'kept on and kept on'.

Fowler then realized his girlfriend was still alive and grabbed more knives, continuing to stab her before he slit her throat. As Madyson, a recent cancer survivor, screamed out 'Mommy!', Fowler then began to stab the little girl too.

The important thing, and I'm sure we can all agree on this, is that although Ellenberger and her daughter are both dead, at least no one can call her racist. No doubt her grieving parents will take great comfort from this.

At this point, is anyone surprised? Manjaw, check. Illegitimate brown baby, check. And so the descent into barbarism continues unchecked, for fear of observing the obvious.

Sailer's Law: literary edition

Sailer's Law of Female Journalism: The most heartfelt articles by female journalists tend to be demands that social values be overturned in order that, Come the Revolution, the journalist herself will be considered hotter-looking.

The literary version:

Put Fat Girls in Your SFF YA

So you read all these books, as many as you can, and it becomes difficult not to notice a pattern. You realize all the girls in all the books are just different kinds of skinny. You can’t for the life of you find a girl that looks like you. Books are supposed to help us dream and dream big but you’re starting to feel like you’re just too big to dream. You’ve read a couple books where fat girls get to be loved in the real world, and that’s wonderful, but fat girls don’t get whisked away into alternate worlds and told they’re a long lost princess. Fat girls don’t get to see the magical underside of New York City. Fat girls don’t save planets.

It's not about being too big to dream, it's about being too fat to do anything active. Unless a writer is sufficiently inventive to come up with a plot that concerns saving the planet through the heroic act of finishing off four large bags of Doritos at a sitting, how exactly are these fat girls going to actually do anything?

Anyhow, it's a little ironic, given that there are not exactly a dearth of fat women writing SFF YA, as this portrait of 2014 Nebula winners demonstrates. Forget saving planets, that pair of superchubs look like they could devour planets.

Where was the bear?

Last night, Spacebunny sighed and said to me: "Well, it's going to be a late night."

"Why?" I asked, falling for it.

"The Oscars are on!" she said brightly.

"Seriously? You're going to stay up to watch them?"

"No!" she snorted dismissively, then laughed.

Even the girls don't give a damn about the Oscars anymore. They can see the pretty dresses online, and let's face it, the only thing that was even remotely interesting about Hollywood this year was the fact that a major studio and a film director felt the need to make a public statement denying that Leonardo Dicaprio had been raped by a bear during the making of a movie.

That was more entertaining than the sum total of the movies nominated.

Social justice warriors have succeeded in ruining the entire movie industry. If you needed any proof, you just had to tune in to the 2016 Academy Awards ceremony.

I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point the Academy Awards went from being a celebration of the film industry to an opportunity to sanctimoniously lecture the American people on various social justice issues. The Oscars have a small set of recurring SJW hot buttons: white racism against blacks, the plight of gays or the gender confused, the plight of women, the plight of immigrants, the Holocaust, and global warming. This year I watched to ensure that all the SJW boxes were checked.

This year was really embarrassing for the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences—they did not nominate any black actors. Spike Lee and Will Smith protested it as being racist and boycotted the ceremony. SJW heads exploded.

Now, it strikes me as odd that there must be some sort of quota for blacks being nominated. Why just have a quota for blacks? Why not also have a quota for Chinese and Indian actors? But consistency is not a strong suit of SJWs.

Whatever. I just think they should have given an Oscar to whoever first claimed Dicaprio had been raped by a bear. I don't think that will ever stop being funny.

Forget innocence

Never having interacted with a woman is no defense against a false rape charge:

An award-winning actress appearing in the upcoming sixth season of Game of Thrones has been outed as the woman who falsely accused Mark Pearson of rape after he walked past her. Souad Faress claimed that Pearson digitally penetrated her, violating her inside her underwear, for several seconds in the middle of Waterloo Station in London.

Despite video evidence showing the male artist had a newspaper in one hand and was holding the strap of his backpack in the other, he was tracked down using his electronic public transportation card and charged. Furthermore, Pearson was in range of sexagenarian Faress’ body, let alone her genitals, for no more than about half a second. In January 2015, police appealed for help (archive) in finding the then 66-year-old’s “attacker”. At this stage, Mr. Pearson’s image began to circulate in the public domain.

Yet it gets worse. Faress, to try and bolster her fraudulent account, said she screamed and no one helped her. CCTV footage conclusively disproved this. To boot, Pearson did not break stride, discrediting her other claim that he smashed into her shoulder. Most shockingly of all, the lying thespian could not even point him out in an “identity parade.” That did not stop the Crown Prosecution Service from prosecuting Pearson until its representatives were rebuked by the judge and a jury quickly exonerated him.

Not all women are absolutely fucking insane, but enough of them are that it behooves a man to limit his interactions with them. And the moment that you detect feminism, SJWsm, or any other form of frothing-mad lunacy, that should be your cue to eject from the situation posthaste.

"Women must obey men"

As the sainted migrants have declared this to be the case, we should respect their rape culture, right?

HORRIFIC footage has emerged of a group of young men, including five migrants, laughing, dancing and singing in Arabic as they gang rape an unconscious 17-year-old girl.

It is believed the attack happened after the girl passed out after drinking at a party.

One of the rapists later told police: "She can't complain. Women must obey men."

The shocking assault happened in November but was only discovered this week by a teacher at a school in Ostend, Belgium.

Yeah, this is going to end well. When the wrong father's daughter gets raped, the blood is going to be running in the streets.

Sic sempre squalis

An American woman in Italy discovers that playing with orcs is a dangerous game:

Police have arrested a 25-year-old Senegalese migrant on suspicion of the murder of Ashley Olsen, the American artist strangled to death in Florence.

Olsen, 35, died when she was strangled with a USB wire or cord after taking part in a 'consensual, erotic sex game', an autopsy has found. The suspect is known to the police for drugs-related issues, and was also familiar to the victim....

After leaving the establishment alone at about 5:30am, Olsen met a man, now thought to be the Senegalese migrant, after arranging the liaison via mobile phone. A witness saw them together and described the man to the police, and the two were captured on CCTV walking together to Olsen's chic apartment.

Sadly, Miss Olsen is unable to profit by the lesson. But perhaps she will serve as a warning to others.