Language. It's interesting, isn't it? This may not be a particularly original observation, universally speaking, but I only just noticed the other day that right wing fuckwits always have to have some sort of euphemism for who they are and what they're doing. While Antifacists are just plain AntiFa, liberals are just liberals and feminists are feminists, white supremacists and male tears outfits always have to call themselves something else, don't they? Skinheads. Futurists. Nationalists. MAGA. All those puzzling acronyms. The Proud Boys. Why not Proud Men? You guys are all about super-literal interpretations of fucking everything, so your tricksy reticence confuses my feminine perception. I think we've already established that you're not too concerned about looking/quacking like massive wankers. Surely your self-evident and inherent truths require no such verbal ganache. Why not just stand on a corner shouting white people/men in general are inherently superior and the best at everything please reinstate every nanogram of our unjustly-revoked privilege immediately or we'll kill you? It's your only real thing. Why be coy?
I urge all interested parties to just go on with their bad selves, stop treasuring their ballbags in private and summon the courage to call their arsehole parties Men Are Furious At Even These Token Concessions And Will Rule Over You Again or something equally forthright. Just go for radical honesty and demand full Viking funerals with 10 teenage girls assaulted and incinerated with every drunk high-value citizen who falls through river ice chasing a dog that looked at him wrong. Don't ask, don't get. Jesus fucking christ, even Incels, that most reviled, maladaptive and fucktarded of demographics somehow summon the fortitude to moosh two brutally explicit descriptors together and wear them with the kind of petulant abandon that underpins their assaults upon randoms. Who's more chickenshit than a fucking Incel?
Logic. Invented by men, for men. We can but spy it dimly. There is a moral to this story and that is never get involved in something that needs a euphemism the way dirty fingernails need a dark polish.
Also: in light of the historic weight of judgement regarding feminine presentation, and with his consistently puerile execration of us in mind, I'm pretty sure it's equitable for me to note the endless gratitude we should feel toward Trump's physiological and mental repulsiveness. I know it's hard, but consider this; imagine the extra legions of sloppy apologists there would be for his shit if he was even remotely cute or smooth. There are a lot of shallow cunts out there who would vote for him in a trice if they could bring themselves to identify with or aspire to him physically. I'm happy he has a face like a sunburnt toe wart and the conversational skills of a dead dugong. That he has to walk, in public, like a poor person, for fear of getting perigluteal with a mobility scooter and losing that thing forever.
Especially post-politically, when no one will ever go hunting in that cleft again.