Ensuring a safe and pleasurable ride.

An Australian father wasn’t able to keep his daughter away from the head of the local biker gang.  After two years of pleading, he and his son joined the biker gang to provide overwatch:

A FATHER has told of the extraordinary steps he took to protect his daughter from a gang member — by joining the gang himself.

Stephen Pattman was living an ordinary life in suburbia when he learned his daughter Chloe, who was then 19 years old, had begun a relationship with ACT Rebels president Ali Bilal.

From the article, the time-line appears to be:

  1. Daughter bangs Harley McBadboy for two years, while Daddy begs her to stop.
  2. Father and son join the biker gang for three years to escort her ride.
  3. Father and son leave the gang, and are harassed for an undisclosed period of time until the father fires a gun near the head of one of the gang members.
  4. Father and son hide out in the wilderness for a year.
  5. Father and son return from the wilderness.  Father pleads guilty to endangering life and unauthorised use of a prohibited firearm.  As of the date of the article (July 2017) he was awaiting sentence.

Since the daughter and Harley McBadboy are still together, this would mean they have been together for over six years.  Fortunately, Harley McBadboy has seen the error of his ways and left the gang.

Despite the possibility of jail, he didn’t regret joining the gang. He’d spoken to Chloe, who told him Bilal was no longer in the gang scene.

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Cartoonish chivalry, drill instructor edition.

Simplytimothy linked to the Rules for dating a drill instructor’s daughter.

The DI’s daughter has a penchant for thugs.  Saying no to his daughter is frightening and therefore out of the question, so the fictional drill instructor invokes cartoonish chivalry to seem traditional.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

She also has a penchant for players.  The important part is that the player plays by her rules, until she is done with him:

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

She is a precious snowflake, and daddy DI is there to make sure the parade of thugs and cads know how to respond:

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

She has a habit of taking off her clothes and falling on her back. The job of the thug/cad is to make sure she isn’t in an environment where she is most likely to spontaneously do this:

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka – zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Lastly, the most important rule is to take the clown looking out the window in camo makeup seriously:

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car – there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

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Overwatch for the carousel?

Vox Day has a post up on a new shirt he designed for Crypto Fashion:

One of Vox’s readers thought I would have an issue with the message of the shirt:

This is the sort of thing Dalrock rips to shreds every chance he gets. I don’t always agree with every detail of his argument but it’s definitely worth thinking about.

I think Vox’s reader is probably thinking about my post Scaring away the competition.

Vox and I live in different parts of the world, so this probably accounts for our different perspectives.  Based on my reading of Vox’s statements on the topic, I take it that Vox sees this as simply a loving father committing to protect his daughter, with no feminist connotations.  In my neck of the woods (redneck heaven*) the shirt pictured above would be well loved as a signal to young men that all sexual encounters with said daughter will occur on the daughter’s terms.  It would be loved as an announcement of moxie, sexual liberation and empowerment, enforced by the girl’s father.

*As a card carrying AR 15 shooting redneck, I use the term with all affection.

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Don’t worry. We’ll get used to it.

The Daily Mail ran an article this past summer titled:  Talented ten-year-old boy takes the beauty industry by storm with his flawless make-up looks

In our current culture it seems strange to see a young boy (or a man) made up the way young Jack is made up.  But the Social Justice Warriors have a plan to make what looks freakish to us today feel entirely normal.  The Daily Mail quotes Jake-Jamie Ward:

‘Seeing Jack’s Instagram photo’s have absolutely melted my heart, it so lovely to see a young boy so confident within his own skin.

‘I think it’s an excellent idea to embrace makeup at a young age – it’s creative, it’s fun, it’s art!

‘The #MakeUpIsGenderless campaign was geared towards making these changes – to help create a world whereby future generations can freely grow up being who they personally want to be, therefore seeing movements like these leave me bursting with pride and with a huge sense of hope for the future.’

The conservative impulse is to dismiss this kind of “progressive” gender bending plan as something that doesn’t stand a chance.  They will never make it seem normal for a boy to look like that, we tell ourselves.  Yet this is surely what conservatives back in the 40s and 50s said to themselves when feminists set out to remove “confining” “gender conforming” limitations for women.  What strikes us as freaky today will very likely seem as normal to our children and grandchildren as these women seem to us today.  Yet if you could somehow travel back in time to the 40s and 50s and show them what feels perfectly normal to us today, they would be incredulous.

Half of all crossdressing feels perfectly normal to us.  It is in fact now a tradition we are quite proud of.  Why should we expect the other half to feel any different in a few more decades?

HT Red Pill Latecomer.  See also His Eye Makeup Is Way Better Than Yours

Posted in Denial, Guns, Moxie, Rebellion, Social Justice Warriors, Traditional Conservatives, Turning a blind eye, Ugly Feminists | 33 Comments

Cane Caldo and the Natural Law of Pants

Cane Caldo nails it in But Pants Aren’t in the Bible!

The fundamental issue of restricting men’s clothes from women is about whether or not it is acceptable for men (the heads of society) to exclude women. And the answer from everyone (but most egregiously from Christians) is: “No.”

These comments about women’s pants in Asia, or Roman men’s robes, are totally wrongheaded. Whether legs are wrapped versus draped, and which for whom, is a subjective decision of a society. However, subjective does not mean irrelevant, or unimportant. It means we should use our freedom to orient towards the good, the true, and the beautiful. That orientation is more important than whether or not we can suss out the Natural Law of Pants and Robes.[1] The search for the science of pants is a silly distraction used by the perverse and libertine to discredit and mock sound cultural standards and further the destruction of good order. They are like so-called environmentalists who uproot gardens so that weeds may flourish “naturally”.

 

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