The Vagina Vote

25/08/04

Woman

Which is worth more? - a woman's head, or a woman's vagina?

The answer might surprise you.

The 'Vagina Vote' John Kerry's old anti-war protest partner "Hanoi" Jane Fonda is coming to New York in the wake of the GOP convention as part of a get-out-the-vote rally she's calling "Vaginas Vote".

This seems to be a tacit admission by Jane Fonda that women are, fundamentally, vaginas - or, as some men's activists like to put it, c##ts.

She seems to regard women as sex objects and baby bags.

And she might have a point!

After all, apart from their vaginas and their associated reproductive capacities (shortly to be replaced by various technologies) what can women do that men cannot do better?

Well, "Very little," is the correct answer.

Indeed, what do most women nowadays offer men? - apart from aggravation?

Well, you could put the answer to this question on a postage stamp and still have enough room for people to comment.

In the olden days women used to possess certain qualities that, quite frankly, seem to have disappeared in recent times. But without these womanly qualities, what is the point of having them, eh?

Apart from a few things here and there, there is no job that men cannot do better than women. So, if women are giving up on their womanly qualities, then what, exactly, is the point of them?

Where lies the benefit?

To what little purpose will they owe their existence in the future?

In what way will their presence on the planet be of value to the Universe?

And, most importantly, why should men bother keeping them around?

Once again, a postage stamp will do.

Indeed, many feminists themselves clearly reckon that a woman's vagina is far more worthy of consideration than, say, her head.

The Vagina Monologues = Talking Vaginas

Vagina Voters = Voting Vaginas

And, of course, if, for example, a man whacks a woman over the head with a hammer and debilitates her for life, then she will not be allowed to remain anonymous, and the court proceedings will adopt normal due processes.

But if a man sticks his spongy dick or his little finger inside a woman's reproductive receptacle - which was, in fact, actually designed to accommodate such a thing without much duress - then menstrual wimmin's groups will become infused with hysteria and hatred, the tabloids will be up in arms, politicians will pontificate piously, and the justice system will employ thoroughly dishonourable and corrupt procedures to try to gain a conviction of some kind.

In other words, it seems as if women think that a woman's vagina is infinitely more important than her head - in fact, more important that anyone else's head.

What kind of sick value system is that?

Or is it the case that a woman's vagina really is more important than her head?

The evidence, thus far, suggests that this is so.

Mathematically speaking, ...

Woman's Vagina > Woman's Head

Furthermore, it seems these days that any woman who is incapable of leading a normal healthy life and/or who breaks the law in any way is deemed to have been abused sexually somewhere in her past.

In other words, her vagina rules her head.

And, apparently - or, rather, so we are led to believe - women can fight effectively in the military, fly aeroplanes, run huge corporations, live to a ripe old age, undergo the most painful of child births, work all day long in factories, run hospital wards and ambulance services, rush home to do the housework and look after the children - even as single mothers - but fondle her sexual anatomy 'inappropriately' - no matter how delicately - and a woman is ruined for the rest of her life!

This is either complete and utter nonsense, or women are, indeed, precious little more than their vaginas.

And the evidence for this just keeps on mounting.

Oh Angry Harry. You exaggerate.

Women do not really see themselves as a bunch of wrinkly genitals.

Oh really? ...

... Be My Clitoris "The woman who ran the workshop told me my clitoris was not something I could lose. It was me, the essence of me. It was both the doorbell to my house and the house itself. I didn’t have to find it. I had to be it. Be it. Be my clitoris." Christina Hoff Sommers

"My vagina is a shell, a tulip, and a destiny. I am arriving as I am beginning to leave. My vagina, my vagina, me."

... Yep: It sounds to me as if this is exactly what they do. Women nowadays clearly see themselves as little more than wrinkly genitals. Moist. Wrinkly. Genitals.

And, who knows, maybe they are right to do so.

Perhaps this really is - well and truly - all that there is to them!

Indeed, perhaps this is all that they have ever been!

Remember, those lofty and much-lauded genitals are not the doorway to the house; they are the frigging house!

"It was both the doorbell to my house and the house itself."

Is it surprising, therefore, that men often see them in exactly the same way?

Closer to the truth, however, is that vaginas are like gold mines. They can be psychologically tapped for an unending supply of valuable nuggets.

The abuse industry - which is vast in size - makes an absolute fortune by portraying the vagina as some kind of delicate flimsy organ that will disintegrate if anyone so much as looks at it without first obtaining a Holy Writ. In reality, however, the whole area surrounding this roomy sanctum is packed with enough muscle to vacuum a four-bedroom house while cracking walnuts.

And the fact that a man who, for example, sticks the most teensy part of his wee little finger in close proximity to a woman's vagina without an official invitation or a legal document often leads to all hell breaking loose and an official charge of 'rape' has much more to do with those in the abuse industry trying to make money than it has to do with anything else.

But, getting back to those moist vaginas, lest we forget about them - as if such a thing would be possible, given the never-ending public clamour over them - is it the case that a woman actually is her vagina or is it the case that a woman's vagina is more than the woman herself?

In other words, which equation is correct?

Vagina = Woman

or

Vagina > Woman

And, quite frankly, who gives a sh#t?

Not me. That's for sure.

Bush 'Rapes' All American Women A featured performer at a National Organization for Women rally accused President Bush of having "savagely raped " women "over and over" by allegedly stealing the 2000 presidential election. Marc Morano

Yep: even voting for a party of which the feminists disapprove is nowadays considered by them to be an act of rape.

These feminist vaginas are clearly very sorely troubled even by the electoral votes that people might cast; thus proving, somewhat, that Jane Fonda is quite right to say - at least of feminists - that it is their vaginas that they employ the most when it comes to 'thinking' about political matters.

And, Boy, does it show!

And take look at this ...

The crowd carried signs reading, "Keep your politics out of my vagina."

Sheesh! What a nerve, eh? What utter hypocrisy!

These stupid spiteful wimmin collectively spend millions of hours every year doing exactly the very opposite. It is they, themselves, who are forever demanding that their vaginas remain at the top of everybody's political agenda.

If not, what the heck is The VAGINA Monologues all about then, eh?

What about the VAGINA voters?

Well. They are all about the politics surrounding vaginas!

That is what they are.

And this is not even to mention all those silly and pathetic T-shirts that female undergraduates are prone to wear when they are feeling 'political'..

"I Love My Vagina."

"My Vagina Is Me."

"Vagina Power."

"Keep Out Of My Vagina."

Oh yes; very political. Very astute. Such profundity.

It is almost unbelievable how naive and stupid these supposedly-educated women at college must be.

And if there are any young women reading this, take it from me, walking around proclaiming that you are your vagina looks just as lamentably puerile and immature as would be the case if young men pranced around with My Penis Is Me emblazoned across their chests.

Anyway.

There you have it.

The value of women lies mostly in their vaginas.

Nope. Sorry. I forgot. That was an understatement.

They actually are their vaginas.

Silly me.

"My vagina is a shell, a tulip, and a destiny. I am arriving as I am beginning to leave. My vagina, my vagina, me."

I could not resist pinching the following article from Townhall.com. It is written by Professor of Criminology, Mike Adams.

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Why I Don’t Take Feminists Seriously, Part VI, by Mike Adams

I’ve really gotten myself into trouble with some feminists at Grinnell College. In Part IV of this series, I listed “feminist-sponsored masturbation workshops on college campuses” as one of the reasons I cannot take feminists seriously. I then stated that no explanation was necessary to indicate why such workshops make feminists look silly.

But, after reading my column, several Grinnell feminists are demanding an explanation. Of course, I’m happy to oblige. In fact, the explanation leads directly to my next point about feminists.

20. It doesn’t take much intellectual firepower to become a feminist scholar.

I once told a feminist that the term “feminist scholar” was an oxymoron. She asked me what I meant by oxymoron. I should just rest my case but the masturbation workshop controversy really takes things to a different level. I’ll try to spell it out for the Grinnell feminists with one succinct paragraph:

If you need to hold a workshop to learn how to masturbate, you aren’t terribly bright. Remember, you’re trying to make the case that a woman can do anything as well as a man. That’s the main thesis of feminism. Yet, somehow, men are fully capable of masturbating without taking a seminar. For men, it’s a natural talent. For campus feminists, it’s another excuse to seek funding from the university administration. It’s also another sign that feminists are really uptight and angry.

21. The feminist alliance with communism.

I used to get really angry with feminists over their chic alliance with communism. After all, I’ve had relatives who risked their lives to fight in wars rolling back the forces of communism and fascism. Many of you know people who gave their very lives to defeat such forces. When you see these historically ignorant feminists embrace the very ideas that once threatened our precious freedoms, you probably get mad, too.

But, now, I kind of like the idea that these feminists are waving flags that feature a sickle and hammer. It really makes sense to me. After all, the communists killed 100,000,000 innocents in just 72 years. One-third of a century after Roe v. Wade, the feminists are on a pace to kill even more innocents. To be precise, the projected total of abortions in America by 2045 (that’s 72 years after Roe) is 102.545,450.

Maybe after they break the communist murder record feminists can come up with their own flag. Instead of a sickle and hammer it can feature a scalpel and a suction tube.

22. Feminists are literally trying to destroy the American family.

Peter Kreeft wrote a great book a few years ago called How to Win the Culture War. In the book, he argued that attacking marriage was essential for those who wished to radically transform (read: destroy) the foundations of our society. You can’t just tear down a whole society. You have to weaken individual communities. But that involves weakening families. And that, in turn, involves weakening marriages. And, for Kreeft, the best way to weaken marriages is to encourage adultery. This is easy to do when people begin to worship sex.

So when you drop your kids off at some school like Rice University for orientation there is always some feminist there to encourage them to “explore their sexual freedom” (read: have sex with anyone and everyone). And when they take Sociology 101, the feminist professor is there to tell them that marriage is a good deal for men but not for women.

The fact that the feminist sociology professor has usually been married more than once lends further validity to point #20.

23. Feminists are the biggest censors on college campuses today.

Maybe it was the time that a feminist tried to kick one of my former students out of her women’s studies class for laughing at one of her ideas. The professor didn’t even hear him. But another feminist did and reported him to the professor.

Or maybe it was the time I ridiculed a feminist Marxist’s essay on 911 and the author’s mommy spent three weeks tying to have me disciplined by the administration.

Or maybe it was the time I ridiculed a feminist for filing a false sexual harassment report. She responded by saying that the First Amendment did not allow me to make fun of her. In fact, she said that my ridicule was also sexual harassment.

Or maybe it was the time I made fun of an anti-war feminist. I said that if she would shave her armpits, people would be more likely to read her anti-war sign when she held it up. As it stood, people were just staring at her hairy armpits. I was just trying to be helpful. But, unfortunately, her feminist friend sent someone into a Board of Trustees meeting with a plea to have me disciplined for making fun of her friend’s armpits. Of course, the plea was ignored.

To tell you the truth, I don’t know when it was. But I have definitely realized that feminists are the biggest censors on my campus. And they are always driven to censor those who do not take them seriously – just to punish them for the crime of not taking them seriously.

And that is really why I wrote this series. The feminists will never have my respect as long as they continue to “demand” it. That just doesn’t work in a free America. But it might work in communist China, which is where most feminists belong.

Feminist V-Day The idea is that if we can “reclaim” the word “vagina,” we can somehow find our inner power and use it to cure the ills of the world. I find no difficulty in saying “vagina.” I can say it till I’m blue in the face, but it yields little more than strange looks. Noel Stanger

My Vagina Is Flirty The week before V-Day, the Roger Williams campus was plastered with flyers emblazoned with slogans such as “My Vagina is Flirty” and “My Vagina is Huggable.” There was a widely publicized “orgasm workshop.” On the day of the play, the V-warriors sold lollipops in the in the shape of–-guess what? Last year, the student union was flooded with questionnaires asking unsuspecting students questions like “What does your Vagina smell like?” Christina Hoff Sommers

The campus conservatives artfully (in the college sense of "artful") mimicked the V-Day campaign. They papered the school with flyers that said, “My penis is majestic” and “My penis is hilarious.” The caption on one handout read, “My Penis is studious.”

Winner of the Angry Harry lookalike competition.

If I Only Had A V - some moving poetry