Refusing unreasonable demands the easy way

Declining unreasonable “requests” is something we all have to do occasionally. In fact, it’s more or less a survival skill. Unfortunately, it can be a stressful process, even though it shouldn’t be. Hasn’t everyone been pressured to do things they didn’t want to do while under no obligation?

For some of us, this happens much too often. Sometimes politeness and subtlety don’t work, especially when dealing with people having an elevated entitlement complex. Therefore, proper technique saves time and aggravation.

The un-subtle art of refusal

Enforcing normal boundaries is right and proper. However, sometimes social expectations pressure us not to do so. Basically, you’re a big meanie if you say no to anything.

My native part of Flyover Country tends to be so polite that it hurts. For example, if someone offers you food, you have to decline twice. The third time you’re asked, you give the real answer: “Sure, I’d like some” or “No, I’m really not hungry”. On the other hand, if someone does you wrong, you’re not supposed to call out the bad behavior, even if it’s pretty horrid. If you do so anyway, then you’re the one with the problem. “How dare you be so unforgiving?” and all that crap. We got a bit of Jante Law too. Despite all the civility, pettiness flourishes.

Certain cultures in East and Southeast Asia have this reputation too (quite unlike pushiness common in parts of South Asia). Someone might say “yes” but mean “no”. When whoever expressed agreement to do something doesn’t follow through, confusion results from that. It’s especially so when a gaijin doesn’t understand how this works. I don’t know how it works either, other than an ambiguous answer like “it might be possible” is usually an actual “no”. Consider it similar to “I’ll get around to it” or “I’ll take it under advisement”.

Similar excessive politeness seems common in WASP society too. I suspect this, like the Flyover Country version, results from misapplied Protestant theology. Personally and (even worse) societally, this pressures us to let ourselves be played for chumps. Well, to hell with that! I’ve had to work hard to break my early Nice Guy programming.

People from New Jersey, on the other hand, have the reputation of being brusque. Still, there’s certainly something to be said for straight answers! The following lesson comes directly from the venerable college of Whatsamatta U.


Personal impositions can take many forms. Here are some fairly audacious ones:

  • Your meth-head brother wants to camp out on your couch for “just this weekend” while he supposedly gets his finances in order.
  • Your flaky “friend” is short on his upcoming rent payment, so he wants to “borrow” two hundred bucks.
  • The chick who Friend Zoned you asks you to babysit her kid so she can go on a hot date with Chad Thundercock. I’ve heard that’s a hazard of trying to date single moms.

Ineffective answers:

  • “But my dog will slobber all over your face when you’re trying to sleep.”
  • “Well, I’m also pretty low on cash right now.”
  • “I’m afraid that I have a prior commitment that evening.”

The reply will be:

  • “But you’re my brother!
  • “But we’re friends!”
  • “But we’re such great, wonderful, awesome friennnnds!”

That will begin a long guilt-fest until you scream in frustration, or submit. You might be tempted to reply with something more to the point:

  • Tell your dope fiend brother he shouldn’t have alienated all his friends who let him couch-surf before. Alternatively, give him brochures for inpatient rehab facilities; they have beds!
  • Tell your “friend” he should’ve paid the rent before replenishing his weed supply. Alternatively, start reciting the John Galt speech from Atlas Shrugged.
  • Suggest that she hire a babysitter while she tries to get herself pregnant all over again, or maybe the biological father can get acquainted with his own spawn for one evening. Alternatively, ask her why she had a child out of wedlock if she couldn’t take care of the kid by herself.

Even then, you’ll be answered by weeping, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Cue the squeaky violin music…

Again, those examples are pretty extreme. Real-life situations might not be as bad. Before agreeing to go far out of your way to accommodate someone, ask yourself the following:

  • Is the request reasonable?
  • Am I obligated?
  • Would this person do the same thing for me?

Well, there’s your answer.

Don’t waste your breath

Flakes will likely ignore practical suggestions. Explaining how they created their personal hell will launch a tantrum like a kindergartener going cold turkey from ADD meds. Really, they already should’ve had that little epiphany. They should fix their own messes, which they should’ve figured out by the time they stopped believing in the Tooth Fairy. (Hopefully they’re past that point.) Granted, there’s much to be said for calling people out on their bullshit. Still, the main point is that your answer is no.

Any further discussion might give them the idea that it’s negotiable. So the woeful entreaties will begin, followed by pushiness and continuing to buffalo you. However, there’s no point in discussing unreasonable demands in the first place. Really, why argue? Worse, they might convince you to waffle. If you cave in, expect an escalating string of future impositions accompanied by increasing ingratitude. Never reward bad behavior!

So at this point, a frame battle is a waste of time. Not putting your foot down right in the beginning is a tactical mistake. Let’s make this much quicker, shall we?

Refusal in four easy steps

The following came from the syllabus of the Gedoudaheah 101 course at—enjoy!

Refusal 1: “Fuck no!”

Now that’s direct and to the point, right? The “shock and awe” approach should convey, with all due respect (as in none), that you’re not interested. If the flake can’t take a hint, then move onto the next step.

Refusal 2: “Fuck that!”

So apparently the flake has a hearing problem, or Is a slow learner. You might get begging or negotiation attempts. Nope, it’s not up for discussion, so cut it short with “Fuck that!” If it still hasn’t sunk into the flake’s thick skull, then ratchet it up further yet.

Refusal 3: “Fuck off!”

Your fair warning was disregarded, so now you’re making it personal. Your sharp rebuke will give something to think about before doing that again. It’s the same basic classic conditioning useful to train your dog. Humans have the same neural wiring that your slobbery critter does, just a more sophisticated version (at least with most people). However, if the flake still doesn’t get the point, then move onto the final step.

Refusal 4: “Fuck you!”

Those will be your very last words as you terminate the conversation. Well, that wasn’t very nice of you, now was it? Still—so what? This should be expected by anyone who repeatedly tries to overstep your boundaries. Flakes might get pouty and maybe even threaten to cut you out of their lives. At that point, it’s likely no great loss.

So there it is. You’ve preserved your dignity and demonstrated that you refuse to be played for a chump.

Refusing unreasonable demands the easy way

Repost – Congratulations #Metoo…You’ve Made Women Employees Radioactive

This is a repost of an item made to

The original post has been taken down, for obvious reasons.  (I have no idea if the user got banned for writing it, but that wouldn’t surprise me.)  It highlights an important problem, but instead of allowing a dialogue on how to fix it, let’s shoot the messenger instead, shall we?  One of the archive sites indexed it, but it didn’t upload correctly, so I’m reposting the text here.

My own thoughts are that it’s quite unfortunate that the witch hunt has come to this.  The further this goes, the more that working women will be in a difficult situation, and I wish things were different.  Still, the point the author makes is compelling:  a boss will be quite reluctant to hire someone who can turn flimsy, unfounded charges into a costly lawsuit which will destroy the business.

Feminists can curse the original author all they want – or me for defying censorship and reposting it.  However, the fact remains that working women are collateral damage of the witch hunt that the feminists themselves promoted.

All that said, the original item follows verbatim.

Congratulations #Metoo…You’ve Made Women Employees Radioactive
Published on June 10, 2018

As a corporate CEO I now have a fiducial duty to avoid hiring women

I was having lunch the other day with my group of fellow CEOs…some current and some former. I asked the question: “Well, who has gotten that visit from the corporate lawyer, advising you to avoid hiring women executives”. Every one in the group groaned and looked away. The message was clear. They had ALL gotten that visit.

As a corporate CEO, I have an fiduciary and moral obligation to my employees, NOT to do something stupid that will destroy the company and throw them out into a very hard and dangerous world. The streets of Silicon Valley are full of RVs and campers with homeless former engineers and former managers, many with no health insurance. I am obligated by law and by custom not to add my people to that list.

That’s why I can’t hire women.

Even before #Metoo, hiring women came with a significant risk. I’ve seen several small companies wiped out by some angry ex-employee claiming some sort of sexual harassment. In each and every case, the company leaders honestly tried to prevent the problem, but were wiped out anyway. “$150K just to walk in the front door” says any law firm. That’s enough to destroy most startups.

As a CEO I have a legal obligation to avoid risk. Because of #Mettoo, women walk in the door with the metaphorical equivalent of a suicide bomb strapped to their back. The slightest wrong move, the slightest insult, and BANG. Everybody is dead.

In the past it was just a few women who had this tendency to use lawsuits to destroy. Now in the era of #Metoo, it has become fashionable. Even the not-so-bright receptionist I hire as a temp is on the lookout for her moment of perceived fame.

As a CEO there is absolutely nothing I can do to prevent a clash, when women are so eager to take offense. Human sexuality is wired into every man and women. Even if I install webcams and watch every single second of every interaction, having training classes, and instill fear in my male employees, there will inevitably be some action that some man will take, maybe on purpose, maybe accidentally, that will cause some woman to take offense and sue. I am unable to prevent it, just as I can’t prevent someone from passing gas after lunch.

Litigation is the business equivalent of nuclear war. It only destroys. Now every woman walking into my HR department is carrying a nuclear launch button on her sleeve, and is being goaded by their friends to USE IT! Every other employee in that company — male and female — has a mortgage and family expenses, and is looking with fear at that new female hire.

This is what generals call an “asymmetric threat”. I have zero control, almost no preventative measures, and huge, deadly risk.

That leaves me and other smart CEOs with only one solution: stop hiring women. And that is what’s happening, quickly or slowly, at every small startup all over the country. Will we be sued for not hiring women? Nope. Hard to prove. Penalties actually quite unlikely.

To my granddaughters who are just entering the workforce, and to the many wonderful women who long ago learned to ignore male clumsiness and just get the job done — I can only say how sorry and sad I am to see this. Unfortunately, you women have been betrayed by a group of radical women who are, to put it bluntly, fools. They are dragging you into a conflict which will leave you burned and the men in your lives burned. Everyone will get burned except the lawyers and the activists who will, as always, sit back and profit from the war they created.

Maybe there will be comments from women telling me “I don’t get it” or “You’ll get sued.” Um, no. I get it just fine. I’m just speaking a harsh truth, that people don’t like. Listen.

Repost – Congratulations #Metoo…You’ve Made Women Employees Radioactive

May update

Work on Space Vixen Trek Episode 17 is proceeding.  Still, I was expecting to be done sooner.  I ended up making some tweaks, and one thing led to another.  Specifically, I decided to make one of the aliens a Valley Girl, which meant rewriting some dialogue.  I found that it’s impossible to have an intellectual conversation in Valspeak – like oh my Gawd, fer sure!  So, I’m still going over the final draft, and might give it one more re-read after that.

It’s consuming much time, and all the painstaking work is turning into a drag for me, but I want to make sure that the content is as perfect as I can get it.  Science fiction fans will go for considerable suspension of disbelief.  (Pod people work, Jedi swinging lightsabers work, though nuking the fridge is a step too far.)  However, readers hate to see spelling mistakes or flaws in logic.  So it looks like I’ll be staring at the manuscript for a good while longer before unleashing it on the world.

Amazon versus Smashwords

For SVT17, I’m seriously contemplating making that one an Amazon exclusive.  This has various advantages – for example, access to viewership by their Kindle subscriptions – and with this experiment, I’d be able to find out how much of a benefit it is.  All my previous releases are on my Smashwords catalog as well, and they are a distribution point to several other ebook vendors.  Most of my revenue is through my Amazon store, though, primarily Righteous Seduction.  I would like to see my science fiction stories get more sales too.

What I’ve noticed is that when I publish a new title on Smashwords, it will make a sale very quickly, then get hardly any attention afterwards.  So I figure it must be popping to the front of the list, then their book display algorithm buries it in the heap and it’s never brought forward again.  It would be beneficial to me (and countless other authors) if it circulated up some older titles with tne new releases.  I wrote them explaining the situation.  They were kind enough to answer, but only provided me with links to their articles about book promotion which I’d already seen.

Smashwords was a pioneer for ebooks.  As an advocate of Distributism, I really like their business model.  They made electronic publishing commercially viable for the first time, no longer a ghetto for all the authors who didn’t have the patience or luck to get the attention of some snobby agent in New York City.  We get horrors like Twilight, 50 Shades of Grey, and politically correct garbage, while any Melville, Poe, Twain, or Faulkner wouldn’t stand a chance these days.  So Smashwords will always have my gratitude for helping to push the gatekeepers and middlemen out of the way.

Therefore, it’s with a heavy heart that I contemplate going exclusive on Amazon, at least with SVT17.

International viewership

On another subject, looking over some of the traffic for my site here is pretty interesting.  On the fourth week of April, I got a noticeable uptick in traffic from Uruguay, Argentina, Brazil, and even a hit from Colombia.  (I’d like to visit one of these days when I have more of a travel budget.)  My analytics doesn’t go into enough detail to provide further clues.

One possibility is that a couple weeks before, someone translated my RoK article into Portuguese about how to fight politically correct language, likely getting some interest in Brazil.  (Using BCE/CE instead of BC/AD to a Catholic is a big não dar!)  Seriously, translation isn’t easy, so congratulations to them for that effort.  If that’s what spurred the mini-viral spike from South America, it’s rather interesting that it reached neighboring Spanish-speaking countries as well.

Other than that, most of my viewers are in the USA, and lesser numbers from Anglosphere countries elsewhere (Britain and Canada in particular).  The rest are mostly from continental Europe, but I also get hits from everywhere except Greenland, Albania, Mongolia, North Korea, Iran, and some locations in Africa and Central Asia.  Even so, I do seem to have an interestingly high following from Uganda, a little more than the traffic I get from Ukraine.

I even got a few hits from Papua New Guinea – I wonder who is checking me out from over there?  Maybe that was when I skewered Margaret Mead.

Other than that…

Thus far the article with the most trackbacks in 2018 is “Would You Bang A Famous Feminist?”  In 2017, it was “Women Should Give Bountiful Thanks To The Manosphere”.  Maybe there was a bit of triggering going on there!

May update

Ever had one of those days when…

…You’re putting the finishing touches on a science fiction novel that you’ve been working on for years, and then you find that new details were discovered about a star system featured in your story?  Bummer!  So, yeah, this is kind of a continuation of my last update.

I was hoping to knock it out in a couple of weeks, but it looks like I got some rewrites to do here.  Fortunately it’s nothing too major, but I’m glad I caught it in time.  Since the story is in the retro-futurism style, they’ll get to “discover” this stuff long before we actually did, and have fun with it.

At least I’m in excellent company here; Isaac Asimov had the same thing happen when it was discovered that Mercury wasn’t tidally-locked, as it was initially assumed.  That post-publication finding changed a detail in several of his stories, in one case (“The Dying Night”) a central plot point.  As I recall, Asimov remarked something to the effect that he wished the scientists would’ve made up their minds before he wrote it.

Other than that…

I got some major progress on the home improvement projects.  The living room floor is much improved, and I’m pretty jazzed about that.  However, I might could Jackson Pollock the thing; one doesn’t need much talent for that.  Three of the walls got repainted.  It’s kinda sorta respectable now.  I had thoughts of putting on paneling while chanting lines from Beowulf (getting my Anglo-Saxon on here).  However, the walls look so good now that I might just slap on some new baseboards.  My passion pit is the same for the moment, but I can scavenge some of the carpet for repairs elsewhere one of these days.  I’m going to have to change out some power plugs too; hopefully I won’t fry myself or something bummerific like that.

So between getting over being sick (for the most part) and being engrossed in these projects, I haven’t had new Return of Kings columns for a few weeks.  However, you can catch up on old ones for now, and I’ll get off my butt soon and start writing some new ones.

Ever had one of those days when…

New book coming soon (and other interest tidbits)

It’s about time I provide an update here.  Interesting things are afoot.

New book release soon

I’m nearing completion on Space Vixen Trek Episode 17:  Tomorrow The Stars.  The first draft is done, now I’m beginning to give it the final comb-over.  This one should have lots of appeal to both UFO buffs and the more deplorable of the “deplorables”.  Anyway, I’m pretty excited!

Home improvement

I got a little burnt out by renovating apartments by day.  I’d rather chill out and relax by night than fix up my own pad.  Even so, I’m inching slowly forward on some projects.  I got a faucet changed out – not just a washer, the full meal deal.  I’d like to find whoever invented the cone washer and demand an explanation.  If none is forthcoming, I’ll waterboard that miscreant until I get a confession.  O-rings are nothing but trouble; ask NASA about that one.

I’m changing out the flooring in the bedroom.  I already got the closet redone with some fancy expensive stuff.  It was a pain to pound together, but the results look great.  (Now that I’m out of the closet, will I get a pride parade?)  Flooring for the rest of the passion pit will be about a thousand bucks.  Fortunately, it’s durable enough to survive the Apocalypse – according to the manufacturer, anyway.

The living room flooring is getting redone too.  I have further deviltry in mind there as well – repainting the walls, paneling along the bottom, and recessed bookshelves.  We’ll see how far I take it.  For now, I got the funky old carpet up.  I deep cleaned the bare slab; it needed it.  Unfortunately, I gassed myself when the bleach reacted to the crud on the concrete.  (Never again the Shoah!)  More seriously, I cleaned it as good as it’s going to get.  Then I splatted down some oil based primer over most of it.  I wasn’t quite walking on sunshine from the fumes, but open windows only get you so far.  It already looks much better, and I’m looking forward to finishing up,

Unfortunately, the open windows (as well as some yard work) gave me a pollen exposure reaching LD50.  Saw the doc today.  Still, I’m getting an early jump on spring cleaning, and progress shall go on.  I might either put the fancy flooring on that (for another couple thousand bucks) or maybe do a colorful Jackson Pollock splatter on it for giggles.

Minor triggering spotted

Finally, I ran across some hostile commentary about my article, “Would you bang a famous feminist?”  I LOLed over that one!  The relevant part is the second half of “The Week In Garbage Men: MGTOWS Do Depression-Era Fan Fiction, PUA Declares Susan B. Anthony Unbangable”.

For the record, I’ve never said I was a pickup artist.  I’ll probably touch up the paint job on the pickup one of these days.  However, I’m no good with an airbrush.  Therefore, the pickup won’t feature any cool designs inspired by Greco-Roman art.  That’s beyond my technical ability, unlike channeling Jackson Pollock.

There are many subtexts in my original article, but I’ll spare you a fully detailed analysis.  One important item is that big-name feminists claim to speak for all women, but they’re certainly not a cross-section of average women.  I could write a book about all that, but the major particulars I mentioned were being unattractive, having Daddy issues, being neurotic (or even outright crazy), and having a grudge against society.  Part of the latter includes heavy Communist influence, which is why the movement founded by suffragettes got converged into a front of cultural Marxism.

Actually, I don’t really care about what the big-name feminists look like, because I observe the “don’t stick your dick in crazy” rule.  The major takeaway is that babes like that aren’t people we need dictating terms to society about relations between the sexes.  Was it mean of me to pick on their appearance?  Okay, it was.  Still, after what feminism has done to our society over several decades, I’m not feeling too guilty about it.  Stirring up discord between the sexes was a very foul deed.  For that, they can go to hell, and I’ll even buy them the handbasket.

The most LOLworthy item was this:

Now, I cannot find a picture of Beau Albrecht anywhere on the internet, but I do not feel as though I need one — because even if he looked like Cry-Baby era Johnny Depp, I can firmly say that I would rather make sweet, tender love to a rusty chainsaw.

Yeah, okay, it’s not gonna work between us; mutually irreconcilable differences and all that.  Peace out.

Anyway, I don’t have a lot of pictures out there; social media seems a waste of time to me.  For those who are curious, I’m four feet tall, I have gray skin, a little nose, big eyes, and my forehead is getting a bit wrinkly in middle age (I’m 80 billion years old).  A little known fact about me is that I gave L. Ron Hubbard the anal probe and chucked him overboard from his yacht, as revenge for blowing my cover.

New book coming soon (and other interest tidbits)

“Transracial” White Guy Wants To Be A Filipina

WTSP, the CBS affiliate in Tampa Bay, wrote a puff piece about a millennial who wants to change his ethnic identity:

Ja Du, born a white male named Adam, now considers himself a Filipino. Turns out the purple ride he drives around in is called a Tuk Tuk, an Asian-derived vehicle used for public transit in the Philippines he says.

Ja Du is part of a small, but growing community of people who considers themselves transracial. It refers to someone born one race, but identifies with another.

In the Philippines, a motorized rickshaw is called a “tricycle” (though spelled differently). It’s called a “tuk-tuk” in Thailand and Cambodia. Whatever you call it, I have yet to see an actual Filipino in the USA driving one. The kind of overcompensation typical for transsexuals also features in “transracialism”, a novel form of the cult of being different.


WSTP explains that “Ja Du” likes Filipino music, food, and History Channel programs about his favorite country. I don’t get it; I have high regard for Confucius and Lao-Tse (and Kung Pao chicken) without wanting to be Chinese. Something else is going on here.

Its third inline video explains his Filipina moniker:

My mom works, uh, with a lot of people who, uh, works with a lot of people who, uh, immi— who are, uh, you know, uh, migrating to the United States, uh, you know, from all over the world. Like the staff is almost, uh, entirely, uh, is almost entirely made up of, you know, people who immigrate here. Uh, and, you know, uh, one of her best friends, one of her best friends from work is named Ja Du. And, you know, she’s— she’s so nice, she’s cute, uh, she’s really, really fun. And uh, and it just like, it just had a ring to it, and I love that name. So, I, you know, that’s what I wanna be. Like, I wanna be that happy, that happy person.

Wanting to un-assimilate himself from his own society is absurd; believing he can change his race is more so. It’s certainly a problem when someone isn’t happy being who he is. One needn’t be Sigmund Freud to see that, right?


A psychologist with considerable experience concerning transsexuals provides commentary. However, even with all her professional insights into the oddities of the human mind, a “transracial” is a new one on her:

Dr. Stacey Scheckner is a licensed psychologist with a B.A. from Washington University, plus M.A. and doctorate from Florida State. She hasn’t had a client who wanted to change their race but has worked with many clients wanting to change their body in some way.

“If someone feels that they feel at home with a certain religion, a certain race, a certain culture, I think that if that’s who they really feel inside life is about finding out who you are. The more knowledge you have of yourself, the happier you can be,” she said.

“And, as long as it’s not hurting yourself or anyone else, I don’t see a problem with that.”

Ja Du hasn’t told his family yet because he believes they will laugh at the notion of changing your ethnicity. The public was very critical of Dolezal and might be for him as well, but Scheckner believes everyone should be more understanding.

So basically, this media outlet here is telling us to believe that being “transracial” is just a harmless quirk, everyone else should accommodate this, etc… It’s the usual “anything goes” baloney.

Someone with her particular background should be good at figuring out this stuff. People wanting to be something they’re not clearly lack a well-grounded identity, or suffer from self-loathing. It’s odd that Dr. Scheckner didn’t discern a psychological complex resulting from childhood trauma. That’s like an Italian construction worker who can’t drive a cement mixer.

You knew this was coming

After some more of the same:

He is also transsexual and is considering changing his gender as well. He has spoken to his mom and family about that.

Big surprise, right? So it looks like he wants to be a girl but hasn’t made up his mind quite yet. If he proceeds and gets the “Big Snip”, then he’ll extinguish his genetic lineage. If his parents care about having grandchildren, this would be the right time to say something.

Anyway, he’s getting his Southeast Asian countries confused again. Ladyboys are a Thai peculiarity. In the Philippines, they don’t cotton to that. He might get a particularly unfriendly reception in places like Mindanao, Cebu, and Davao.

In the USA, he’s protected by the Anglo-Saxon tradition of forbearance, much too generous lately. However, nobody’s going to believe he’s a Filipina. Naturally, the media comes to the rescue, introducing the idea to the public and telling the rubes it’s no big deal.

Wannabes and preference pirates

Elizabeth Warren versus real American Indian lady
One of these is not like the other.

Now for that article’s token effort to be serious:

Your race can make you more marketable and in some cases eligible for certain benefits, jobs and scholarships. After quick Google search for ethnic scholarships, we found that a Filipino scholarship was the second option that popped up.

Many might question Ja Du’s intentions or say that he is a perfect case of cultural appropriation.

He knows this can be a problem, but says he’s not trying to take advantage of anything.

This does illustrate a key difference about two categories of those claiming to be something they’re not. The first group are the “wannabes”. One example is John Walker Lindh, who was fascinated by the Malcolm X movie during his “wigger” phase, then converted to Islam and went to Afghanistan. Omega males who become transsexual are another example. The other category includes preference pirates like Rachel Dolezal (former NAACP mucky-muck of Spokane), Elizabeth “Pocahontas” Warren (Senator of Massachusetts), and Ward Churchill (Chief of the Slap-a-ho tribe).

Wannabes believe the grass is greener on the other side, and preference pirates seek advantages (prestige, scholarships, jobs, etc.) by claiming membership in a protected group. However, the dividing line isn’t clear. A man who’s convinced himself he’s a woman probably would check the “female” box on a job application or financial aid form. A “wigger” might claim to be Black. However, faux-Asians should be warned that this will work against them (as it does for real Asians) on college applications.

Either way, real members of these protected groups aren’t buying it. Neither does anyone else who isn’t terminally brainwashed.

What the hell happened to this kid?

Of all the noxious crimes committed by cultural Marxism, the worst have been against children. In a healthy society, Adam would’ve grown up happy being who he actually is. If he’d been raised to appreciate his own culture (and got some exercise), he could be an upstanding guy. He was wrong for being so open-minded that his brain fell out. Still, those who failed him—and others like him—are even more blameworthy.

Today, school is mainly about academics (which we’re not doing too well at, thanks to incompetence and educational fads). However, the traditional purpose of education, going back to time immemorial, is instructing the youth in their own society’s customs and values. Needless to say, “anything goes” wasn’t part of any ancient curriculum. Neither was “all other tribes are just like us, except a lot more interesting”. As usual, cultural Marxism gets everything completely backwards.

Today, children are taught that the traditional values that made society work are unimportant or wrong. Further, they’re told their country’s history is an unrelenting horror (hello, Howard Zinn). Boys are browbeaten with feminist messages, and sometimes drugged. Students are instructed in transsexuality, a major reason why so many young guys like Adam now want to be girls. White kids are brainwashed with guilt and ethno-masochism, while other cultures are portrayed positively.

Is there hope?

Some schools are better than others. The bad ones deliver these destructive messages (among others) to their captive audience for years. The media also pushes this stuff constantly, affecting adults too. This is what went wrong in Adam’s youth. This is a crime. Realizing how much they lied to him is his only way out of this mess.

Fortunately, “Generation Z” is turning out to be far more aware than the millennials. They have much more knowledge about what’s been done to them and their future. When they come of age, there will be hell to pay.

“Transracial” White Guy Wants To Be A Filipina

Jesse Jackson Accused Of Squeezing A Thigh And Looking Too Much

An allegation has emerged of sexual harassment by Black activist and former Presidential candidate Jesse Jackson.  The story broke on November 6 at The Root in the article “Don’t Let the Smile Fool You. I’m Cringing on the Inside”.  Although overshadowed by the ongoing Hollywood mess, the allegations against Jesse Jackson have been picked up by Breitbart and the Daily Mail.

Jesse Jackson

First, Danielle Young relates an incident three years ago concerning Jesse Jackson.  As a guest speaker, he had delivered a rousing discourse to her company.  Following that, the attendees got their pictures taken with him.  And then:

I walked toward Jackson, smiling, and he smiled back at me. His eyes scanned my entire body. All of a sudden, I felt naked in my sweater and jeans. As I walked within arm’s reach of him, Jackson reached out a hand and grabbed my thigh, saying, “I like all of that right there!” and gave my thigh a tight squeeze.

I was shocked, to say the least. Even though Jackson had had his hand reached out, I had no idea that he would touch me in a sexual way.

I did what most women in an uncomfortable position do: I giggled. And I continued to giggle as he pulled me in closer, stared down at my body, smiled and told me he was only kidding. The entire time, my co-worker snapped photos.

In many of the photos, you can see that I am visibly uncomfortable but attempting to laugh it all off. In the last photo, I am pointing to the camera, asking him if we can just take the picture.

There are, in fact, two pictures with Jackson posted onto the article.  Neither shows the thigh-grab, or seems to depict visible discomfort.  It’s unclear what happened to those photos.

When I was finally able to pull myself away from the Rev. Jackson’s grip, I was deflated. I admired this man who marched alongside the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., a man who represented our ability to overcome, a man who is really … just a man.

Indeed, celebrities are people too, despite their larger-than-life stature (and egoes).  Everyone has dirty laundry to some degree, though some individuals could keep a dry-cleaning shop in business.  What’s rather refreshing about Jackson is that everybody understands that he’s a politician rather than a media-deified figure like MLK.

He’s the better of the two, actually.  To compare MLK’s grotesque personal life to Jesse Jackson’s over-gazing and thigh-grabbing would be like comparing Bernie Madoff to a kid who shoplifts a candy bar.  If you include Jackson’s baby-daddy drama, we could upgrade the comparison to a kid who steals a bike.

John Singleton

The rest concerns a similarly awkward meeting with John Singleton.  That one’s a different narrative, so I won’t go into it.  However, the first comment to the article does, and quite scathingly:

Wtf?! , in regards to only John, i was at ABFF. & I remember this instance as I was with the entire cast of Snowfall & John the entire day. And during this particular segment, i was in arms length of you both when the photo was taken. You’re exaggerating and piecing little lies together to gas your article.

The most salient part is this:

This day & age women are so off-put by a man simply complimenting them, they believe it must be a sexual innuendo or have a hidden agenda. As a woman, also against sexual harassment, I saw no sign of discomfort when you were begging for a picture and continuing your playful banter as we exited the main area.



Once again, as I did for Bush the Elder, I find myself in the odd position of sticking up for an elderly political figure for whom I lack enthusiasm.  Although I don’t care for Jackson’s ideology or his Alinsky style tactics, this episode doesn’t make him a monster.

Was Jackson wrong to look admiringly?  Although women do check out guys, a man being too visibly impressed risks trouble these days.  However, it’s a natural right for people to use their visual perception as they wish within public spaces.

As for thigh-grabbing, although the leg is not a sexual organ, again I don’t recommend it.  Thus far (as is usual for “he said / she said” cases), it’s a one-sided story.  Given the article’s second picture, it seems doubtful that Jackson’s regular-sized hand (seen fully on her arm) would be capable of tightly gripping her very plus-sized thigh.  Be that as it may:

A few of my co-workers saw Jackson’s hand grip my thigh as it was happening, and they laughed harder than I did. Their laughter didn’t feel like the same type of nervous laughter I had when my thigh was in his hand. Theirs was as if they had just heard the best joke ever. It was almost an encouragement of Jackson’s behavior. I’m not blaming them; I’m just curious as to why most of them thought what happened was more funny than alarming. That’s concerning.

So there was a jubilant atmosphere.  Further, there was a plausible lack of signs by which he could’ve detected discomfort on her part (such as “Don’t do that” or trying to walk away).  Again, I don’t recommend thigh-grabbing, but we can absolve Jackson of wrongful intent; he’s not a mind reader.


The recent Hollywood mess set off quite an avalanche.  There was a lot behind that:  hush money, a large number of accusers alleging genuine harassment and other illegal activities, supporting evidence (for example, a recorded conversation and a police report), among other strangeness.  Following the aftermath, though, lately we have an outbreak of old stories, difficult to verify, sometimes relating no more than bad taste (if that), involving no bodily harm or career damage.

There’s a danger that this will cause a fatigue effect which will make it more difficult for those who’ve been grievously wronged to seek justice.  The other danger is that this will turn into a full-blown witch hunt.  In fact, that’s already claimed one life.

The article calls the Jackson incident “sexual harassment”.  That’s a legal term with a specific meaning:  either quid pro quo offers (Hollywood “casting couch” stuff, for example), or creating a hostile work environment (like saying “nice dress”).  Since Jackson was only a guest speaker, neither applies.  This legal term should not be used for other things, such as awkward encounters, bad game, or even being a douchebag.  That may be reprehensible in some instances, but the current trend of expanding definitions isn’t helpful.  Call out this misnomer when you hear it.

Jesse Jackson Accused Of Squeezing A Thigh And Looking Too Much