I know I’m walking right into the trap they have set, but what the hell…
I spent the weekend trying to make sense of the public immolation of the persona of Harvey Weinstein. I looked at it from several economic angles and nothing made sense. Film, streaming, gaming, they are all chugging along at record profits. What’s Harvey Weinstein to all of that? His crap wins awards. Prestige is a thing in Hollywood and he delivers. He’s a valuable asset to the propaganda machine.
At first I thought Weinstein’s greatest creation was being protected from some scandal and Harvey took the bullet. But it turns out the era of Tarantino was closing fast already- QT not so subtly had hinted of retirement last year (There is nothing subtle about Quinten Tarantino, anyway) With his mentor slain, we may have indeed seen the last of this filmmaker, a crass and vulgar plebe with a dangerous level of talent and learning. But that was a feverish bit of Grassy Knoll thinking. I deleted all of my notes and went back to watching Russian dash cam car crash videos to clear my mind.
Then the other spiked heel dropped.
The “Me Too” meme has swept through the social media landscape as fast as the Napa fires and the entire gender, male division, seems to have been called out on the street. Now burning Weinslob at the stake makes sense. Thanks to an actress who has spent her whole life in front of a camera and seemed, early on, to willingly accommodate the image makers desire for her to drop trou on cue, women everywhere are being encouraged to slap the “Me Too” slogan on their Facebook page and Twitter accounts. It is an acknowledgement that vast numbers of heretofore silent female victims have suffered abuse from men, just like the actresses on Weinstein’s hit list.*
What bugs me more than this being another collective chain pull to get women and men further at odds with each other, is that some otherwise good men are dropping a knee and apologizing for being born male. No, not as explicitly as that, but implying shame for what other, privileged assholes allegedly have done. I’m no macho asshole like those clowns, as far as I can tell, but this particular psy-op is like a kick in the nuts. I am in a foul mood about strangers emasculating themselves. That’s how insidious this is. I am not one to tell a man how he should spend his day or what he should fill his head with, but this bad reaction I am having is certainly widespread and part of the engineered response the creeps were expecting. A man can negotiate and rationalize a great many things to stay on the path of least resistance, but an invitation to self-emasculation is where I draw the line.
This division between men and women is now supplemented by divisions within the male population: Sensitive lib-tards ready to confess thought crimes and men who do not wish to be lumped in with the Rush Limbaugh ditto-heads are now at odds over an arson set conflagration of emotions regarding the fundamental differences in the approach of each gender to sexual attraction, and I don’t mean a man’s attraction to women is ipso facto “rape”. That sick notion hangs just outside the parameters of this operation, but its stench is subtly creeping into the subconscious. This op has nothing to do with a Hollywood clown and the scores of compliant women who have been feeding that propaganda mill for over a century. This is about emasculation without complaint.
And with emasculation comes submission. Submissives don’t ask questions. They say thank you. If they are allowed a question, it is: May I have another?
Women marched because they sensed themselves victims. They wore pussy hats to underscore their victimhood. They post “Me Too” to expose the scars of their victimhood. If being a victim is the way to show support for equality of the sexes, let me quote a classic Hollywood asshole, Sam Goldwyn: “Include me out!”
PS: I’ve been abused by women. A lot of men raised by a good mother probably have, too. It’s hard for a boy scout to believe such duplicity exists. I was a very slow learner on that score. It’s more subtle coming from a woman, more emotionally than physically punishing, but that punch in the face she gave me (while driving, at that) is still abuse, no matter who is wearing the pants.
*What are the odds Milano and MaGowan, who are the key figures in this psy-op, are not only related, but related to Weinstein? The mothers of those two have been scrubbed from the genealogy sites I’ve visited.