Saturday, 29 December 2012

Why 'Feminism' is poisoning Atheism

Feminism has evolved into a vehicle for professional victims and attention whores. Ans while in India women are gang raped on public transport... the target of their activism is... The skeptical community, which is by-and-large egalitarian, humanist.

Atheism needs feminists like a fish needs a bicycle.

Friday, 14 December 2012

Mood music.

Isaacnoroncaasi left a comment on Paul Martin's It Happened that he couldn't understand the words and he wished somebody would write them down. I had been thinking the same thing for a while. I was going to do it but kept putting it off, but then it happened.

It took about 20 listens but I think I got pretty close, this is my best guess. Having worked out the lyrics, it really is pretty sinister. I'm sure some of the people I argue with on YouTube would call this 'rape apologetics', while I would prefer to call it a cautionary tale. He calls himself an 'total slum' so I don't think he is really glamorizing the situation whatever it might be. If you are looking for misogyny, go look at Mick Jagger's lyrics. I have also written the lyrics for I'm not what you are by Jason Merrick because I feel this fits with the theme. Both songs are snarling and angry... rather far from peace, love and flower-power.

Paul Martin-It Happened

I made it clear, that you should stay away,
from me, but I should see a day,
that a time would come, heartaches strong,
the total slum, of what I am.

In deference to, your young age,
I warned you then, I'd take advantage,
then you got too close, you get burnt,
and that your honour, would be in tatters,

You didn't listen,
You know it happened,
you know, you know, you know, you know it happened.

Now your childhood is gone, forever,
What's done is done, and never,
we had a chance, to dance the dance,
to choose a path, of who'll you'll be,

You didn't listen,
You know it happened,
you know, you know, you know, you know it happened.

Jason Merrick & The Finders - I'm Not What You Are

Don't turn your nose up when I your away,
Don't think I don't know what your laughing whispers say,
Why do you think you're so much better than I,
When the life you live is only just a lie.

You want a big house, and to drive a fast car,
You're strictly bourgeois, in society you'll go far,
but to me you're a no-one,in this love forsaken world,
your heart is filled with selfishness,and your mind is so curled,
you're not a real person, and I'm not what you are.

No, no, no, no, aghhh!

You can't understand that your meaning of life,
Your ideals are distorted, for you there's no strife,
As long as you have money there is no pain,
To you a precious love is only just a game,

You can step on someone and not think twice,
As long as your goals reached, well, then it's alright,
You can pretend for others you feel despair,
But deep down inside you don't really care.
You're not a real person, and I'm not what you are.

No, no, I can never be what you are, get away. aghhh!

No, no, no, aghhh! Get away!