Bits and Bobs 1

UK The father of two teenagers who claims they have been caught up in drugs, joyriding and loutish behaviour has "named and shamed" them on the internet in an attempt to stop them falling into lives of crime. And quite right too! Though, no doubt, the law will soon stop this sort of thing.

AH must therefore act quickly.

He too must shame those two layabouts of his before it is too late!

They must be paraded in front of the world so that people can see what an early lifetime of clubbin', boozin' an' gawpin' at the TV screen has done to their blackened hearts, their withered souls and their ever-expanding backsides.

Yes. Yes. He shall take photographs of their bedrooms and put them on the internet to show people what untidy tips they are. Knickers, bras, shoes, tights, blouses, jerseys, jumpers, make-up and other paraphernalia, magazines, books (Did AH say books? Pah! In his dreams. Forget books.) socks, CDs, CD covers, wires, electronic stuff, hairdryers, hair curlers, hair brushes, hair straighteners, more shoes, nail varnish, dirty mugs, dirty plates, dirty cutlery, old food, old drinks, bottles, fag ends, photographs and sweat-infested laundry.

And that's just the stuff on their beds!

Yes. Yes. AH shall collect all the evidence, and on the internet it will go!

He'll show those brazen hussies who's the boss!

Women playing hockey? - with the boys!?

Ho. Ho. Ho.

What. A. Hoot!

In his younger days AH oftentimes played field hockey (not ice hockey) against the 'gals' teams from the local schools. 

Whack. Whack. Whack. Went the boys.

Dribble. Doogle. Dangle. Went the girls.

Zoom. Wallop. Crash. Went the boys.

Tiddly Here. Tiddly There. Went the girls.

What. A. Farce.

And the referees were always biased!

Foul! Offside! Dangerous Play! Penalty! Went the referees if AH even so much as glanced at the ball.

Well Done. Good Shot. Clever Girl. They went whenever the ball happened to glance accidentally off one of the girls' sticks - or off one of their knees or their ankles, or even better, their heads. 

And that was the referees!

And the spectators were just as bad.

Boo! Hiss! Throw him off the field! They chanted.

Excellent Play! First Class! Give her a medal! They sang.

Take it from AH, this misandry started up a very long time ago.

Last Wednesday, an email turned up with no message in it. The subject header just contained one word.

"Idiots"

Hmm, I thought. 

It came from a man called - well, I'll just give you his initials - MW.

Was this a message for me? Or had someone failed to enclose a URL to an article about some "idiots". Presumably, feminists of some sort.

I decided on the former.

I pressed the REPLY button, changed the subject header to "Arseholes," and SENT it back whence it came.

Some minutes later an email came back. "Your website is a joke," it said.

Hmm. A typical left-wing political correctoid, I thought, with no real ability to think very deeply, and, therefore, not capable of doing very much except trying to intimidate and denigrate with hostile emails.

I looked more closely at the name and the email address. It came from an American University.

Off I went to Google.

Two minutes later I had found a page containing the man's name and his picture. 

He worked at a biogenetics facility providing research data for the University.

Also on the page was a list and a set of photographs of all the staff at the facility.

OK, I thought. Let's see what happens.

I wrote back and said, "Take a look at these two articles." And I enclosed the URLs of the two articles about the biologist Steven Jones - who reckons that men are 'parasites'. Perhaps if he read these he would understand why men's websites such as angryharry were not so stupid.

"No thank you," came the reply.

Well, that was it, as far as I was concerned. People who turn up uninvited out of the blue simply to be rude to me do not deserve my sympathy.

And so this is what I sent to five of his colleagues - which included the head of the facility and the systems administrator. And, of course, I sent MW himself a CC of this email.

Dear Sirs

I would be grateful if you would ask your colleague MW to refrain from using your facility for posting insulting and inflammatory emails to me and my colleagues.

I do not know who he is and have never heard of him.

However, his emails seem to emanate from your department.

Yours Faithfully

Three emails came back.

The first one was from MW.

Please stop spamming this facility/my email address or other colleagues....... My colleagues are aware of your comments.....

He sounded worried.

I made no reply.

The second one - about 15 minutes later - was also from MW.

Any more spams or emails to this scientific research facility will be handled accordingly, as the system admins have been informed about your emails, and language. Somebody wrote "Arseholes" as a heading to an email directed to my account. Would that be you? Please do take this seriously. My colleagues are all in the same offices and are informed. Hopefullly this is the last warning

Notice how he conveniently forgets to mention that he was the first to send an insulting email. He was clearly intending to suggest to his colleagues that, for some reason, I had simply popped up from nowhere and sent him an insulting email. 

"Oh dear, all this sudden activity suggests that he's getting rather worried," I thought. But I made no reply. After all, I have better things to do. And MW seemed satisfactorily flustered.

But then, a third email arrived.

My name is D and I'm a System Administrator here at XXX. What exactly has MW been sending from XXX. I need something tangible to start looking into an investigation.

D

Hmm. Well, I didn't want to stir the pot any further lest MW actually got into any significant trouble. After all, even I have been known to fire off an insulting email or two and realised, later, that I have been far too unfair by reacting on impulse. (Frontal lobe failure!)

So I replied to the Systems Administrator and asked him to forget about the affair. Unfortunately, I didn't keep a copy of my own email, so I can't re-post it here, but, in it, I admitted that I was simply teaching MW a lesson by emailing some of his colleagues because, for some unknown reason, he had turned up uninvited and been rude to me, and that, perhaps, he will now think twice before sending out insulting emails from his workplace.

And the moral of this story, my friends, is that if you use your workplace email address, be careful! And, of course, should you receive any hostile emails from someone who is using their own workplace address, then you can often teach them an excellent lesson by going to Google and finding out who their bosses are.

But also remember that this emailing business makes it all too easy to act impulsively. And things that people say in the heat of the moment do not necessarily reflect how they really would feel once they have thought about matters more deeply.

AH

ZZZZZZZZZ !

Three new recruits get ready for inspection by Angry Harry at his new Anti-Feminist Military Training Camp!

Outrageous!

There is nothing that AH loves better than to wander around Oxford Street with a camera concealed inside his duffle coat to digitally record most surreptitiously the legs and sweaty undergarments of all those sumptuous women wearing skirts.

The light from the flash bulb often causes him problems though.

Only the most feeble-minded of women and the most elderly of them tend not to notice it.

But, never mind. Anything will do.

A leg is a leg after all!

USA So far, the burglar has struck 14 times over the past two years - shunning household valuables and sneaking off with women's panties.

And if this heinous criminal should be one of AH's regular readers, here is a message for him.

"You are definitely ill! Send those panties immediately to AH, and he will return them forthwith or thereabouts to their rightful owners."

Poetry Competition

Win $100!

Yo!

Well, not quite poetry.

AH can't imagine many poets lurking around on the men's websites.

He has certainly never come across any.

But you never know!

Anyway.

Jack Kammer reckons that men can do anything when they put their minds to it, and AH's readers have to prove him correct on this.

For details of the competition go to RulyMob and then see if you can apply your talents to making some words rhyme.

The title, however, you are not allowed to choose.

It is, "If I only had a V."

Where V stands for Vagina, of course!

This is not as trivial as it may sound.

The American feminists have been having some success in transforming Valentine's Day into a day for promoting a heightened awareness of Violence against women - as if we needed any more reminding.

In other words, a day which is supposed to be special to couples who want to celebrate their love for each other is being hijacked and soured by feminists who want to use it as yet another vehicle for promoting their foul propaganda against men.

As is typical, these revolting women want to use the day to promote male hatred and they want women to continue to see themselves as perpetual victims. They want the country shrouded in hatred toward men on Valentines Day.

So, have a go!

Make yourself a cup of tea. Put on some good music. And get composing!

Let's fight these bitches with our poetry!

If I Only Had a V

If I only had a V
I could be accusatory
And hide in anonymity
Despite my obvious perjury.

If I only had a V
I could live so happily
Causing untold agony
To the man who married me.

If I only had a V
I would be officially
protected by immunity
With no responsibility.

If I only had a V
I would dress most prettily
And all of the judiciary
Would judge my claims most favourably.

If I only had a V
I would use it expertly
To generate equality
That somehow always favours me.

If I only had a V
I could act appallingly
And cause my partner misery
No matter how atrociously.

If I only had a V
I would stroke it tenderly
Because quite unbelievably
It is my gold-filled treasury.

...

Yo!

But I didn't win the prize. 

Down with Jack Kammer!

I am all over the short wave radio today. 
Last I looked, like 1 minute ago 
I was listened to by over 2.5 million on air. 
All at one time. 
So f**k you AH 

Love R

Subject: f**k you too!

What about running your own website?

YOU LAZY SOD!

AH

(Ah yes. Behind the scenes, AH and his chums have the most meaningful and intellectual of conversations.)

Equality

No way should men be expected to pay for dates! 

In fact, women should be grateful that they actually get any dates these days.

And if any woman out there wants a date with Angry Harry, she will have to pay for the whole evening - and that includes all his traveling expenses + $5 per hour + extra payments for any of those 'special services' that she might be panting for after experiencing his most succulent presence and having suckled on his moist aura.

No Sirreee. The days when men pay for dates are definitely over.

ZZZZZZZZZ !

"Oh Angry Harry. I am so happy that you chose me out of all the applicants to be your house cleaner."

Absolutely!

What can possibly be wrong with using spoons from the canteen for conducting major surgery?

Taxpayers are not made of money!

The British NHS should not need to waste their our valuable resources on purchasing so-called sophisticated surgical equipment when Doris the Dishwasher can supply knives and forks and spoons for a fraction of the cost. 

What wimps we have today.

When AH was a lad, they'd whip you into hospital, give you a glass of water as an anaesthetic and cut you open with a breadknife no matter what your medical complaint. 

Then they'd slash away at your entrails and slit your gizzard with a potato peeler a full half-hour before wheeling you into the operating theatre simply in order to save time and, hence, money. And then, when your allotted ten minutes was over, they'd sew you back up like a haggis and you were told that you were completely cured.

And very few patients ever returned for further treatment! 

Thus proving that the system worked extremely well..

Ah yes. The good old days. When men were strong, and when women were ... ... as ever.

I would just like to thank you for your fabulous site. I am a feminist and women's studies scholar who was having a difficult time getting through the final few weeks of this program. Your site not only motivated me, it made me laugh and made me realize just how amazing my program is. I finished my thesis early and was able to push forward. I've forwarded your url to many of my feminist friends and they have commented the same way. They too were inspired to write and keep up with their causes. Well done. You deserve the utmost congratulations. Without it, I would still be a frustrated final year student.

Thank youuuuu! You inspire many feminists to keep up their fights.

Lanie

Hi Lanie

Thank youuuuu!

I hope that you and all your feminist friends do well in all your exams.

Here's a hint as to how to get about 80% of the marks.

Somewhere on each page, manage to say that "all men are bastards - particularly the white ones."

Somewhere on each page mention how evil are all dead white males.

Somewhere on each page make a statement about how badly women have been oppressed in the past and how this is still the case.

In other words, be a victim!

Do this, and spell your name correctly, and you and your young friends will surely pass all the exams with flying colours.

At your university, I'm sure that such mindless political correctness will end up qualifying you even to do brain surgery.

They sky is the limit for you gals!

AH

Hello again

Gracious, You aren't an angry man are you? Hehehe. Actually we're not allowed to call men names. The majority of the women in my program are married with children or have boyfriends/lovers who are men. We love men. We just think it's funny when you get so offensive over equality. It's ok though, because you'll get used to it when it comes about. Your site is still making me laugh. Have you read any third wave feminism? You seem to be quoting the positivist second wave which ended many years ago... Try out some new stuff, it's fabulous. It's also easier to read so you may be able to get through it.

Good luck!

Lanie

Hello Lanie

You're back again.

Go away.

I do not have the time to study the prattlings and witterings of 'third' wave feminists - though 'final' wave feminists would now be a better description of them.

Nevertheless, it is good to hear that you are not allowed to call men names.

But, despite your claims, I suspect that you do not love men. You merely say that you do.

It's easily done.

But no-one who loves men would endorse courses that actively promote male hatred. For the most part these courses appear to be nothing more than ...

Vapid. 

Vacuous. 

Vulvaric. 

Verbiage.

Venerating.

Victimhood.

But you're right about one thing. The 'third' wave feminist material is much easier to read. And this is because it is very ***simple***! 

With a few notable exceptions, it is rarely more than a collection of trite and inane platitudes about the need for 'equality' repeated over and over again until one would rather die a slow and horrible death than continue to bear the utterly intolerable boredom that it engenders.

Had the vindictive dysfunctional 'wimmin' of the 70s not managed to intimidate and so hijack the mainstream media - which feminists and their associated victim groups continue to do - but not for much longer - both men and women today would have been happier, healthier, wealthier and wiser by far.

Further, the freedoms that you enjoy today have come about mostly thanks to advances in science, medicine and technology which arise mostly through the work of men - mostly white ones at that.

Not only did feminism have nothing to do with the creation of these freedoms, it has done a great deal to prevent them from actually flourishing further and more quickly.

And, in the not too distant future, my guess is that most western women will rue the day that they ever supported in any way such a destructive ideology.

Nevertheless, since you have exams coming up, I feel dutybound to help you to do well.

And so here is the poetic work (link now defunct) of a weeping wailing woman that will surely help to inspire you to produce the right tone for your forthcoming exams.

A weeping and wailing tone is all that you need.

Take a leaf out of her book - or, better still, pinch some of her stuff - and see your career fly! 

AH

First off, lemme just say that I hate your site. I think you're great, and you can without a doubt consider me a fan, but seriously, what's up with your choice of color? My eyes were about three seconds from actually bleeding.

Seriously though, I can't stress enough the importance of the work your doing. In the articles and ideas you present in your site, you show most vividly the inhumanity of our human society. This is the kind of stuff that makes me want to set the world aflame, and sit on the coastline of some far off island, sipping a fruit drink and laughing for a very long time.

Insane rampage fantasies aside, Let me just say I love your work. keep it coming, and fight the good fight, for there are those among us who have been psychologically neutered by hate speech and false accusations, and have given up hope. fight the power for those among us who can't.

Preach on, brother, preach on.

Just PLEASE do someting about the color scheme.

-J.

Dear J

I do not recall asking readers for their opinions about my colour scheme. Nevertheless, since you have proffered yours out of the blue, let me take this opportunity to advise you that each colour has been meticulously selected from a sample of many in order to magnify any reactions of shock or nausea that might be elicited by reading some of the content herein and to toughen up activists for the battles that they must undoubtedly face in the near future.

Further, this site is not intended for women, for whom colour and decor alone represent everything that there is to know about life and the universe.

Do you think that the great surgeons and anatomists of the past opened up their cadavres and said, "Oh my goodness. What a terrible colour. There is nothing of interest to be found in here."

Did Columbus sail his ship in the direction of the prettiest cloud?

This site is for men who understand that the contents of books cannot be judged accurately solely on the basis of their colours.

Further, the diabolical colours, the harsh verbal atmosphere and, indeed, the semi-clad women that occasionally inhabit the pages are all painstakingly coordinated to keep even the most curious of women 'out of the house', so to speak - though occasionally one manages to sneak through in order to irritate me.

The whole thing functions like a kind of visual mosquito net. It keeps out the women - and also the overly religious and the over-sensitive.

This allows AH's activists to gather secretly on this website in order to plot and to activate without alerting too many of the enemy.

And your eyes are bleeding because they are not yet accustomed to looking too closely at the vile world that men must nowadays inhabit. Their thoughts and their feelings must skulk around under the cover of darkness and/or behind veils of repellent colours lest the thought-police discover and harass them. And only those men who are willing enough to join in the battles ahead can remain for long inside these murky domains. 

And, as for the rest of the world? 

Well, what does it matter?

There. You see!

You set me off.

Yes, I know the colours are diabolical. But there are many benefits to be had from this - only some of which have I alluded to above!

Most important of all, however, is that it is soooo nice to receive such a glowing email of support!

So, thank you kindly J, your comments are very much appreciated - and they shall invigour me to fight on! 

AH

You are a deluded and sick man.

From: angryharryspost@yahoo.com
To: "TD Hunt" <tdh105@york.ac.uk> 
Subject: [none] 

Hmm.

Well, it's not the longest of emails is it?

Nevertheless, it tells me a great deal!

From the first part of your email address I can confidently declare that you are someone of no great importance. 

From the second part I can deduce that you would claim to work at the University of York.

From your self-chosen title - TD Hunt - I infer that you are something of a cold fish, unwilling to impart even your Christian name to the world at large.

And from the message itself I can conclude that you are a man, or, more accurately, a male.

Firstly, a woman would have had far more to say.

Secondly, she would have been far more expressive with her words.

Thirdly, she would have written the two adjectives 'deluded' and 'sick' the other way round, as those with any sense of rhythm would appreciate.

I also conclude that you are a political correctoid.

And I do so partly for these three reasons.

Firstly, you clearly feel it unnecessary to justify your childish taunt and/or you simply do not have the wit to do so.

Secondly, your primary instinct is to insult rather than to elucidate.

Thirdly, you seem completely oblivious to the fact that, should I feel so inclined, it would not take very much effort for me to find out who you are, and cause you a great deal of embarrassment - which is not very clever of you. 

But a typical characteristic of political correctoids is that they seem remarkably unable to see where their actions might inadvertently lead.

Indeed, the very presence of your name upon this page will attract the attention of Google whenever, perchance, someone should seek out information about you.

Which, admittedly, seems an unlikely event.

However, the late hour in which you posted your email suggests to me that you have no girlfriend, boyfriend, wife or partner to distract you from your surfing during the nighttime. This, together with the lack of expression in your message coupled with the absence of your Christian name in your title, gives me the distinct impression of a rather timid and withdrawn character.

And so you have my sympathy.

Which is lucky for you.

Putting all this altogether, I conclude that you are a male student in your second year wasting taxpayer's money floating around the internet when you should be working hard for your exams. 

And I would imagine that you are a 'scientist' of some sort - but not one who knows very much about computers or the internet.

Perhaps you are a biologist of some description.

Ah yes. A biologist with a 'feminist perspective'.

Howzat!

Am I right?

AH

i just got a new game for the computer called: hairy harry! LOL here is the description for the game: In the Hairy Harry game you control a little funny man called Harry. He was sent to prison by the unjust law and has to escape to prove that he is not guilty... To escape the prison Harry must pass through all its levels. At the end of each level there is a steel door. To open this door Harry must collect the keys to all its locks. The number of keys that are left you can see in the information panel at the bottom of the screen. In addition to the steel doors there are also secret stairs that will lead to freedom as soon as Harry collects all the keys. The prison guards and specially trained rats will pursuit Harry on his way to freedom trying to prevent him from escaping the jail.

W

Hi W

Sounds like a good game. Committed activists should play it often in order to be prepared for every possible scenario! One never knows when one might end up locked behind bars in rat-infested cells with steel doors.

It could be a life saver!

I've recently been practising the art of political battle with Soul Blade. And I can now almost decapitate that whining feminist Sophitia by using that gigantic axe wielded by the mighty Rock.

That woman gets on my nerves!

Every time that she wins a battle against you she says in a particularly pathetic 6 year-old voice, "I'm sorry."

But that bitch isn't sorry at all!

Last night I managed to whack her around the head a few times with the axe, but, thus far, no blood.

Never mind. When the 'Final Battle' begins in earnest here in the UK, and the men's activists bear down upon the feminist monsters - probably in Trafalgar Square - AH will wave around his axe with the utmost dexterity and panache, and he will lop off their ugly heads.

But, for now, keep practising. 

It is imperative for the Men's Movement that you learn how to get Hairy Harry out of that jail!

AH