The Perfect Aryan Male wears black

Or he will be for the next month, anyhow. It seems Fox News is reporting that Anna Nicole Smith died today. It’s a pity, but not exactly a shock. Physical attractiveness, psychiatric problems and drugs just don’t seem to be the ideal recipe for a long and happy life.

All bark, no backbone

My intention is never to offend anyone for his or her personal beliefs, and I am sorry if anyone was personally offended by writings meant only as criticisms of public politics. Freedom of religion and freedom of expression are central rights, and the sum of my personal writings is a testament to this fact.” – Amynda

“[I have] an unwavering support of religious freedom and a deep respect for diverse beliefs. It has never been my intention to disparage people’s individual faith, and I’m sorry if my words were taken in that way.” – Shakespeare’s Sister

I have no doubt there will be plenty of opportunity to hang both of these dimwits on those words. What a pair of cowards! If I was a fan of either of those blogs, I’d be sickened at the boot-licking on display here, especially considering how those fans were going on and on about how disgusting they found John Edwards’ presumed willingness to bow to necessity.

Of course, being a feminist means never having to make sense.

While I’m delighted that they’ll both be around for further public blog-kicking, I fully expect Amynda to break under the pressure of trying to watch her tongue. She’ll land herself in hot water again long before Edwards drops out of the race to endorse the Lizard Queen.

As for me, I shall intentionally offend whomever I wish, whenever I wish, for whatever reason I wish. This includes, but is not limited to, your personal beliefs, your intellect, your physical appearance, your opinion on a particular matter, your abilities or your lack of abilities, your sex, your race, your language or your national origin.

Furthermore, I have yet to apologize for or retract anything that I have written in a WorldNetDaily column or on this blog. Nor do I foresee any probability of doing so in the future.

NCAA to women: you are inferior

It’s official:

The N.C.A.A. recommends that women not be weighed on a regular basis, said Dr. Ron A. Thompson, a psychologist and eating-disorder therapist in Bloomington, Ind., who consults with the collegiate association. He said he opposed making weights public and the practice of weighing female athletes. Lining athletes up for weigh-ins is a form of “public degradation,” Thompson said.

Naturally, we wouldn’t want to risk breaking their fragile little minds by allowing them to know how much their own freaking bodies weigh! Women apparently can’t handle that knowledge. But they can handle the sacrosanct responsibility of voting… which tells you all you need to know about how important voting truly is.

The thing that’s so stupid about this is that weight is an important aspect of many competitive sports. It determines whether a football team will try to run on its opponents defensive line or not, it is part of the equation determining whether a basketball center will need help defending against his opposite number and it is intrinsic to most martial arts matchups.

If single-sex education is banned, single-sex sports should be too. If you’re not good enough to compete with the big boys, then you’re not good enough, period. Or the little girls, for that matter. I wouldn’t expect men to compete in certain gymnastics events any better than women would in the NFL.

The crazy stuff

Space Diapers demonstrates one way in which women can have it all:

Lisa Nowak chose a juggling act of dauntingly high difficulty: to be an astronaut and a mother of three.

Her background – high school valedictorian, Naval Academy graduate, test pilot – seemed to equip her for the challenge. Yet as she and some of her acquaintances acknowledged, the stresses on her and her family were extraordinarily intense.

On Wednesday, transformed from space hero to criminal suspect, Nowak returned to Houston for a medical assessment, a day after she was charged in Florida with attempted murder and attempted kidnapping in what police depicted as a love triangle involving a fellow astronaut.

The woman viewed as a role model by the schoolchildren she often addressed was met on the tarmac by police and escorted into a waiting squad car. Her head was covered by a jacket. She was later released on bail, with orders to stay away from the other woman and to wear a monitoring device; she faced a medical exam at Johnson Space Center.

While the whole story is extremely funny, except for the matter of the three kids involved, it is only the latest example of a much-lauded, high-flying woman crashing and burning. Sometimes they do this quite literally, and I’d be quite interested to see someone do a study on these female models of accomplishment to determine what percentage of them end up as complete train wrecks.

Recently, one of Blair’s Babes died, a female MP whose life fell completely apart after she was elected to Parliament, a similar example of the particular toll that great success seems to exact from some women.

Now, there have always been a higher percentage of crazies than normal among the most accomplished men. But what’s striking here is the high percentage of crazies among the women and the level of self-destructiveness which only seems to appear after their success has been attained.

This does not bode well for a nation soon to be governed by Ms Pelosi and Ms Rodham.

Sen. Edwards’ vision for America

St. Amynda the Children’s Advocate

One thing I vow here and now–you motherfuckers who want to ban birth control will never sleep. I will fuck without making children day in and out and you will know it and you won’t be able to stop it. Toss and turn, you mean, jealous motherfuckers. I’m not going to be “punished” with babies. Which makes all your efforts a failure. Some non-procreating women escaped. So give up now. You’ll never catch all of us. Give up now.

Um, okay. But you know, it’s not the vision of that naked, lumpy body engaged in frantic and fruitless activity that haunts me, it’s the horrifying thought of that poor other party forced to participate in the daily ritual. Shouldn’t someone alert PETA?

“God I love it when people call me names. Sometimes the urge to curbcheck some motherfuckers is hard to control. I’m a sadistic asshole, but I am a sadistic ass in the name of justice…. I wish I wasn’t a cum-guzzling boozehound.”

Is anyone else beginning to think that it’s a genuine tragedy that John Edwards didn’t hire Amynda as his speechwriter instead of his blogmaster? Can’t you just picture him walking to the podium, fresh from a happy and relaxing half-hour spent dreamily brushing his hair, then clearing his throat and beginning to read his speech… until his eyes begin to widen and he frantically glances around the crowd as he starts to realize what is coming out of his mouth?

I think we should join Cthulhu’s Coven and Shakespeare’s Sisterhood in writing to the Edwards campaign, demanding that he not only retain Amynda, but promote her to lead speechwriter.