Feminism Under Siege

A male oppressor who goes by the name of Roy Den Hollander is threatening progressive practices in his town by launching a couple of lawsuits.

NEW YORK - A man who is already crusading against ladies' nights in bars has sued Columbia University, saying its women's studies program is unconstitutional.

Roy Den Hollander filed the lawsuit Monday in federal court in New York. The lawsuit claims the college program is discriminatory because there's no comparable men's program. It says the university uses government aid to promote a religious belief system known as feminism.

The suit seeks a men's program or an end to the women's program.

Never mind the strip clubs that cater to male preferences each and every night, bylaws permitting, nor the science programs at the university that attract more males than females. What really matters is reparations for hurt feelings and free handouts to further your cause.

Fodder for the menfolk is forthcoming, or maybe not because it doesn't follow the narrative of the day:

The mayor of an Australian outback mining town has come under fire for urging unattractive women to move in, assuring them they will find a man because there is a shortage of women.

John Moloney, mayor of Mount Isa in northwestern Queensland, told a newspaper his town was a place for "ugly ducklings to flourish into beautiful swans" and called on the "beauty-disadvantaged" to flock there.

In the face of outrage over his remarks, Moloney stood by his comments, saying he did not mean to cause offence but wanted to highlight the gender imbalance in the remote town of some 25,000 people.

[..] Mount Isa city councillor Gary Asmus said that while there was a shortage of women, Moloney's comments were an insult to the town's menfolk.

The mayor was "returning us to the Dark Ages and making the guys that live in this town seem like sex-hungry starved men that will pounce upon the first girl that they see walking down the street," he said.

Send your money to *BITCH* for a return to sanity. We will continue to lobby for more manflesh in the woman's studies programs in Mitchieville. Real women prefer men in combat boots.

The Logic of Advocacy

It's nobody's business what takes place between consenting adults, but greedy capitalist that I am, I do resist paying for the consequences of someone else's poor choices. Next stop, bondage friendly sites, complete with free leather:

TORONTO -- A woman calling herself Canada's most famous dominatrix says the best years of her life were spent spanking and tying up clients in her north Toronto bondage hotel.

Terri-Jean Bedford, whose infamous "bondage bungalow" in Thornhill was raided in 1994, laid out her life story for federal and provincial Crown attorneys Friday as an example of why prostitution should be decriminalized.

"The safest and happiest period in my life was when I was up in Thornhill, running the (bondage) service from my house," she said.

"I just want them to know that indoors is much safe from outdoors, from my own experiences.

[..] Bedford, who has hepatitis C and a deteriorating spine, hasn't been playing the domination game lately. Still, she's charging forward with the cause.

"Tax dollars should go to funding programs for people who have been affected negatively (by sex work)," she said. "Maybe I can be a role model to let them know, you can rise up above. (CTV)

Not everyone agrees, not even the Sex Workers Alliance of Toronto.

cp: The London Fog

Sexual Harrasment PSA

Witness the torment Sexual Harassment can have on it's victims in this newly released Public Service Announcement:



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Tossed Salad with Jelly Dressing

A couple of nights ago at this post by Sargon our sister blogger Carin commented that seeing a picture of a dead Chris Farley frothing at the mouth should encourage kids “to just say no”. That comment got me thinking about a video clip I saw a couple months back. That video clip, which can be seen below (ruthlessly stolen from Skippy Stalin and possibly NSFW - as is his fantastic blog), if shown to every teenager in North America would surely help reduce the prison population.

Minister of Munitions – A Victims Perspective

A disturbing trend is emerging on the pages of Mitchieville. Over the past two weeks Lisa Foggy of *BITCH* and her boot-lick dmorris have made hurtful references to my sexual orientation ( here and here ). I want to be clear so that these allegations made by the supporters of *BITCH* can be refuted by the supporters of the Campaign to Re-Elect Mayor Mitch: my name is Reg, I am the Minister of Munitions, and I am not gay.

Yes, it is true that my Executive Assistant Carl Woodcock is an attractive man. But “Hot Carl”, as he is affectionately referred to at City Hall, is as straight as any man I have ever known. It is also true that my able subordinates Andrew Savage and Dan Sullivan share an apartment but what is wrong with that? There are plenty of men out there who live with other men so that they can save up money for week long vacations in San Francisco and South Beach, Miami. Who among us doesn’t want to visit these places?

Before any allegations of sex discrimination at the Munitions Ministry can be laid, I want to note that we have a new intern on our Communication staff. I trust that all of Mitchieville will join me in welcoming Jezzika to the Munitions Ministry. Jezzika is here for the semester from London where she has been integral part of the progressive student relations program at the university there. Please join Carl, Dan, Andrew and I this Thursday night at Big Al’s for cocktails as we welcome Jezzika to Mitchieville.

What bothers me the most about this campaign of slander is the effect these allegations of homosexuality have on the important men who work in the Raw Materials Production Division for the Munitions Ministry – our miners. Every morning these men plunge into hot dark holes where they pound away the hours in groups of four our five until they pull out at the end of the day dirty, sweaty, and drained of all their energy. These rough and tumble rouges need to be confident that their minister has their back and that he is not distracted by the back door shenanigans of *BITCH* during the 2007 Mitchieville Election.

I hope that this message of tolerance and respect reaches the organizers of *BITCH* so that I can be free from this harassment and better do my job as Minister of Munitions. It is time for *BITCH* to take their homophobia out of the closet and expose themselves for all of Mitchieville to see, especially dmorris.

The Mayor’s victory on Election Day is a common goal we should all get behind and I for one will bend over backwards to see that he wins. Soon the election campaign will climax and The Mayor’s joy will be spread all over Mitchieville. I speak for everyone at the Munitions Ministry when I say we all look forward to when that day comes.

Sincerely yours,

Reginald ‘Reg’ Reginaldson
Minister of Munitions
Mitchieville

Clearly, the water supply in Mitchieville contains lead

Thank goodness for bottled water, otherwise the fine people of Mitchieville would lack a sane candidate for mayor in the upcoming election. I was absolutely flabbergasted to read the comment thread on this post upon returning from a long weekend of solution management seminars with the public. I've been accused of ignoring the content on this most important information board, as the accusers feign ignorance of my intention to run in the upcoming election, which was announced most explicitly here, on the same message board. Date stamp: August 24th, wherein I display my aides.

A vote for anybody but me leads to confusion and an influxation of greater confusion.

I, Lisa, multicultural resident of London and Mitchieville, and founding member of *BITCH*, remind you that sanity cannot be bought with Canadian Tire money.

A Victim's Perspective

In my personal crusade to find out more about food banks, obesity, and Oppressed-Canadians, I had this insightful interview with a single mother, living in poverty. Her name (changed from her real name to protect her privacy as she fights for her rights as a Refuge-Canadian) is Ubungu. She is fleeing religious prosection from Christians in her native Africa.

Ubungu lives in a small three bedroom apartment in Flemingdon park, with her son, Little Ubungu, and three other brothers and sisters. Poor Ubungu has to live on welfare, supplemented with food bank food, clothing bank clothes, plus whatever she gets from the Salvation Army, her Mormon neighbours, and the parish of St.Joan of Arc. She rarely has time to enjoy the good things in life, and instead watches TV, free movies from the library, plays bingo, or takes in classes at one of the four community centers or three libraries near by.

When I was interviewing Ubungu, I noticed something. She was washing her dishes in the same water as Little Ubungu's father's paint brushes. Little Ubungu's father lives with the family, and works as a Painter in a trades union. This mixing of paint chemicals and food dishes gave me some insight into why poor Little Ubungu was having difficulty in school. If Ubungu thought it was acceptable hygiene to mix paint and food, what other food and chemical miscegenation was occuring? I spit the tea I was drinking into the sink, rushed to the bathroom to induce vomiting, and dosed myself with a vial of activated charcoal I keep for accidental poisoning.

Ten minuites later, I felt bad. I did not want to appear racist, so I did not ask Ubungu if she was aware of the hazards in washing the porridge bowls in paint thinner, or keeping white paint concentrate on the same shelf as the flour. I could hurt her feelings, or insult her culture, so I kept my mouth closed.

Little Ubungu is having trouble in school. The street gang that claims the apartment building as it's 'turf' has refused to let him join as a Junior Gangbanger. They call him a 'mo'fo ret'ard'; his street name is 'Twitchy'. Could the frequent exposure to paint thinner, alkyd primer, and battery dust (Ubungu's father collects dead batteries and re-labels them as Nickel-Cadmium rechargables; he then takes them to Canadian Tire, claims they are 'no good', and gets his money back) be responsible for Little Ubungu's spasms, incontenence, and distinctive 'chicken walk'? Little Ubungu's social development depends upon his acceptance into the Juniors, and they have delayed his acceptance for a year. How much suffering is enough?

I was sick to my stomach at being a Canadian that day. We had failed Little 'Twitchy' Ubungu. Why are there paint products on the market that are not safe for human consumption? Society is at fault for not protecting him from irresponsible capitalists and invisible white eggshell primer privilege. Sure, there are labels on the paint; sure, a few people have received training in hazardous materials; sure, anyone who noticed and who told Ubungu is a nosy racist.

We need to support each other by giving me your money. How can you sleep at night knowing that Little Ubungu is being poisoned by greedy Albertan taxpayers? His parents are filled with concern for his health and would do anything to help him. I need your money, I need your money to prepare the action plan to lobby government to initiate the studies, to hire the activists to agitate for change, to change the laws to make all paint safe for innocents like Little Ubungu.

Send me your money.

I, Fenris Badwulf, wrote this at DustMyBroom and Mitchieville.

A Victim's Perspective

My name is Cindy. I am six years old. I have a cat. His name is Mister Whiskers. He is a purring cat.

For Christmas, Mister Whiskers had kittens. He had five kittens. My Daddy was upset. He said that Mister Whiskers was a stinking polecat, who would eat him out of house and home, and that Mister Whiskers was a stomach and four legs.

But then Daddy got smart. He got a certificate in Racism Industry Studies at Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence. Daddy became an environmental activist. Daddy found out that Mister Whiskers is an endangered species! Now Mister Whiskers gets a fat cheque from the nice Government Money Tree in Ottawa. Daddy is going to take me and my Mommy and little brother Billy to the Cayman Islands for a month so Daddy can play golf and thinktank solutions for our endanged species. The nice people from Environment Canada are going to pay. Thank you, nice taxpayers! And they pay for Mister Whiskers and all his special needs! Mister Whiskers likes Daddy to eat expensive people food, and have people treats like shrimp and lobster dinner, and Daddy toys like the sports car. They play all day long! My Daddy says that Mister Whiskers is a mealticket. My Daddy quit his stinking job so he could look after his new car and be a full time activist.

I love you, nice Mister Fenris Badwulf.

I, Fenris Badwulf, (holding back the tears) helped little Cindy write this. And we do not want that Big Bad Stephen Harper to take the food away from Mister Whiskers and make Cindy cry.

A Victim's Perspective

It is not easy being a straight white male. I am responsible for all evil that ever existed: from plantation slavery to global warming, it is all my fault. I have crushed civilizations, exterminated cuddly critters with cute eyes, and caused the mothership Earth to heat up to the point of Lake Erie boiling away. I did what I could to deal with my consuming guilt: I gave money to the Young Gay Socialists, gathered signatures to support Jihad, and worked endless shifts at the homeless shelter, boiling lobster and bar-b-quing steak for the activists. But still lesbians would spit at me when I walked in the room; Gangbangers would still rob me; Religion of Peace bomb shrapnel would not miss me during subway attacks.


But then I got smart. I took a course about the Racism Industry at the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence. I did not realize that I was a Victim too! I could claim my share of the handouts and entitlements and guilt free life that I had only thought were the birthright of non-white polygendered unemployable village peoples! I have arrived!

I am a Victim, too! From the moment my mother was brutally forced to not have an abortion, I became a victim. When I grew up in one of those safe suburbs where people do not have locks on the door, I was denied access to the village peoples cultural experience. Everytime my school teachers did not molest me, introduce me to narcotics, or lecture me on politics in mathematics class, I was stripped of my heritage as an activist. It never occured to me to study journalism while collecting welfare! What a horrible life I have experienced.

Now I have quit my job and am collecting welfare as a mental defective. I am going to go to the University of Toronto on scholarship for Journalism. I will be in school for years! I make big money paid cash as a telemarketer! My social worker is a retired sex trades specialty hooker and I get oral massage every time I take a cab to see her. Life is great now.

Thank you, Fenris Badwulf.

A Victim's Perspective

I am a victim. My feelings have been hurt. Society does not celebrate my diversity, my voice is not heard, and I want a handout.

Just the other the day, I was the victim of police brutality. I was minding my own business, not bothering anybody, just masturbating in public. I was watching some people through a restaurant window here in downtown Toronto. I will never forget the harsh look the fascist policeman gave me when he put his coat over my naked loins, ruining my moment of orgasm. He made an aggressive gurgle when I left a sticky handprint on his car. I felt violated when he warned me not to do it again and then he drove off. And, I have to pay a traffic ticket for masturbating in public. When will this oppression end?

But I got smart. I went to the Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence and took the diploma course in Racism Industry Studies. I learnt how to stand up for my rights and hold out for all the handouts I am entitled to. Now I have a social worker to pay off my tickets. Now I have a support group that celebrates my dignity and will fight for my right to masturbate in public. Many cultures respect diversity and encourage public masturbation; many of our animal-friends practice public masturbation, too. Society should be tolerant.

Thank you Fenris Badwulf! Now I have a lavish pension, a support group, and a street map of restaurants here in the down town core. I will wave to you with my free hand when I see you!

I, Fenris Badwulf, brought you this heart warming story of strength in the face of adversity.

A Victim's Perspective

My name is Cindy. I am six years old. I have a cat. His name is Mister Whiskers. He is a purring cat.

For Christmas, Mister Whiskers had kittens. He had five kittens. My Daddy was upset. He said that Mister Whiskers was a stinking polecat, who would eat him out of house and home, and that Mister Whiskers was a stomach and four legs.

But then Daddy got smart. He got a certificate in Racism Industry Studies at Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence. Daddy became an environmental activist. Daddy found out that Mister Whiskers is an endangered species! Now Mister Whiskers gets a fat cheque from the nice Liberal Government. Daddy is going to take me and my Mommy and little brother Billy to the Cayman Islands for a month so Daddy can play golf and thinktank solutions for our endanged species. The nice people from Environment Canada are going to pay. Thank you, nice taxpayers! And they pay for Mister Whiskers and all his special needs! Mister Whiskers likes expensive cat food, and cat treats, and cat toys to play with all his kittens. They play all day long! My Daddy says that Mister Whiskers is a mealticket. My Daddy quit his stinking job so he could look after his new car and be a full time activist.

I love you, nice Mister Fenris Badwulf.

I, Fenris Badwulf, (holding back the tears) helped little Cindy write this. And we do not want that Big Bad Stephen Harper elected, now do we. He will take the food away from Mister Whiskers and make Cindy cry.

A Victim's Perspective

I am a victim of a racist, sexist, heteronormative society. My name is Jack.

I was a member of a liberal Christian church, which worked hard for abortion for God's children, tolerance for Terrorism, and elimination of Church and State. I thought I had a happy marriage until my fourth child was born. It was not mine ... I could tell. My wife called the child Little Mandingo, and he looked like the refugee we had taken into our home. I had given Big Mandingo a roof over his head, food, education, health care and a job. He repaid me by destroying my life. But that is OK, because I am tolerant of diverse viewpoints. I was unhappy, though ... until I got smart and a certificate in Racism Industry Studies at Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence.

I took my shattered extended family, my three children, Big Mandingo and Little Mandingo, and my wife, to Feminist family counselling. To solve our problem, the radical lesbian councillor decided that evil heteronormative guidance was wrong ... everything foul and corrupt on the Spaceship Earth comes from America ... her suggestion was to try something non-traditional and certainly non-Western. So I took my extended diverse family to a Sharia court in Yemmen. There, I talked to the head Imam at the Schimitar of Remorseless Vengence Mosque and Family Counselling Center in beautiful downtown Yemmen. I agreed to follow the decision of this impartial and fair multi-cultural tribual, to listen to their voice, and to celebrate this culture. It felt good to let others do my thinking for me.

The Sharia court decided to have my wife stoned to death. I cried at the cultural wisdom and justice of this decision. The evil ways of America had been put aside! I was invited to participate in the happy celebration of non-Christian culture by throwing construction block sized rocks at my wife in a celebration of diversity. Big Mandingo was embraced by multi-culturalism by having a tent peg slowly pounded down his ass, the traditional way. I have a video of the whole thing. I treasure it.

This is one of the many possible solutions to Heteronormative Culture. You can Act Locally, Think Globally, and Demand Handouts. Please, tell your Liberal Party candidate that you are going to Vote Liberal, and that you want more non-Christian guidance counsellors, more after school activites, and more social spending. Just think of me when you do.

I, Fenris Badwulf, proudly introduces Jack, a recent graduate of my Racism Industry School..

A Victim's Perspective

I am a victim of a racist, sexist, heteronormative society. I will not tell you my real name because I am a rich Toronto attorney and well known Liberal Party supporter. I live in fear of discovery.

I used to feel guilty about slavery, global warming, womans' right to abortion, and the crimes of the inquisition. It was all my fault. I was responsible for other people's actions. I felt bad inside. I did what I could, giving vast amounts of money to the Liberal Party, as well as donating my legal time keeping innocent killers and rapists out of prison and on the streets where they belong. Then I got smart and got a certificate in Racism Industry Studies at Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence.

Now I realize that I am a victim of racism as much as the Jamaican street thugs that I keep out of prison. I am a notorious homosexual, and I cannot appear to engage in public sex acts without risk of scorn and ridicule. Society does not accept me as the healthy Sado-Masochist that I am. This is racism!

As a victim of racism, I am going to fight back! I own the Rectonaut Spa in Toronto, one of the five star sex club venues here in Toronto's Rainbow Village. It is a three story underground car garage turned into Toronto's hottest Sado-Masochist fun dungeon and spunky spot. I have arranged to take two so-called youth killers under my wing and give them gainful employment at the Rectonaut. I was impressed with the Scared Straight program a few years ago ... even if the name is too heteronormative ... and I am going to call my program Scared Stiff. Those naughty boys are in for a susprise! They will not be able to escape the chains of love.

The rebirthing process for these virile young men begins with Slavery in the Nights of Leather Lounge. Here they can explore healthy control from a strict dominant male through the symbolism of shackles, submission, and sodomy. This is just what they need. Tough love and tougher discipline. I have applied for and received a Federal Grant to pay for the weekend of harsh hijinx at my club. Free drinks and poppers! A video of the whole thing (thirty six hours of pay per view pleasure) is available on my paysite ... just click on the Snuff Filmz thumbnail.

This is one of the many possible solutions to Gangs and Guns. You can Act Locally, Think Globally, and Demand Handouts. Please, tell your Liberal Party candidate that you are going to Vote Liberal, and that you want more non-Christian mentoring programs, more after school activites, and more social spending. Just think of me when you do.

I, Fenris Badwulf, proudly introduces this recent graduate of my Racism Industry School, the faceless liberal activist. You see him often, you just do not realize his pain.

A Victim's Perspective

I am a victim of a racist, sexist, heteronormative society. I will not tell you my real name because I live in fear of the police. I am an apartment superintendent in Toronto.

Gun toting gangbangers live in my building, and in the buildings nearby. At first, I was intolerant of their unique culture. I resented cleaning up thier pee, their graffiti, and watching them rape and rob on the surveilance cameras we have in the building. Then I got smart and got a certificate in Racism Industry Studies at Fenris Badwulf School of Telemarketing Excellence.


Now I realize that the police and society are to blame for crime, not criminals. And, I realize that I was not getting my fair share of entitlements. As superintendent, I have control over the mail room, so now I have lots of extra identities and can get the social assistance I need to help me fight racism. I am a newly minted racism activist! Thank you, Fenris!

I live in fear of the police. Tenants in my building call the police because they are robbed or raped or have someone peeing through their mail slot. The police come and humiliate some poor oppressed Looter-Canadian by arresting him. Thank Allah that our courts let them out so fast! But the Looter-Canadians are upset by being misunderstood by the insensitive police. And they blame everybody, they are so mad at social injustice. I am tired of being spit at just because the police leave. The police are responsible, not the spitter.

So, my problem was how to get rid of the gangbangers without getting the police involved. Thanks to Fenris, I took a course from Maximinus Thrax in Problem Solving. We had discussed an article in class about how high frequency sounds could be used to drive away teenagers, but that the sound would not affect older people as they had lost that hearing spectrum because they had jobs. I also observed that cockroaches, when put in a microwave, run around really fast. Maybe the sound waves generated by the microwave could be used to make the Gangbanger-Canadians go away too. They would be much happier engaging in public sex acts and public urination at the library rather than the entrance of my building.

I have a pile of thrown-out microwaves in the garbage room at the building. So, I took a few and Field Modified them. I took off the doors and jury-rigged them so that they could run without the door closed. Then I installed them so they pointed into the entryway of my building. I did the wiring myself by reading a brochure called House Wiring for Dyslexics I got from one of my welfare case workers.

Now the Gangbanger-Canadians have gone! The high frequency sound generated by the microwave ovens (I used five), made them clutch their stomachs and complain about some bad jerk goat they got from the food bank. And I did not have to get the police involved, so society is safe! Whenever more Looter-Canadians show up, I give them a soothing sound bath from the microwave bank ... this makes them happy!

This is one of the many possible solutions to Gangs and Guns. You can Act Locally, Think Globally, and Demand Handouts. Please, tell your Liberal Party candidate that you are going to Vote Liberal, and that you want more internet access, more after school programs, more social spending. Just think of me when you do!


I, Fenris Badwulf, proudly introduces this recent graduate of my Racism Industry School, the nameless politically correct vigilante. You may hear from him soon.

A Victim's Perspective

I am a victim of racist, sexist, heteronormative society. My real name is Jayson Boyd, and I have an active sexual existance on the internet.

I entertain internet lovers as a man, and as a woman. I am cyber-sexual, and I am a victim. My feelings have been hurt. Three times my lovers have flown into Toronto to meet me; to meet me as BlackStud, an African Male, as KissyKitten, a recently legal blond cheer leader and aspiring librarian, and as Big Wampum Woman, an Aboriginal Medicine Woman who specializes in Iroquois Tantric Yoga. Even though I am physically a man, can I not be a woman? Even though I am three hundred and seventeen pounds can I not wear a bikini? Even though I cannot reach all of my body with a stick to scrub in the shower can I not smell of pretty JLo perfume? If you answer no to any of those questions, you are a big meanie.

Now that you know that I am a victim of an uncaring, insensitive society, I want you to listen to my voice, to hear my words, to answer my tough questions. I want you to accept my many inner selves that I have, that change from moment to moment as my strong feelings, cravings, and urges dictate. Stop looking at your misconceptions and see me as BlackStud, KissyKitten, or Big Wampum Woman.

Toronto is wracked now by a lack of love. I am filled with love. Many of you have made love to me on the internet, in any of my imaginative voices, man or woman. The answer to Gangs and Gun Violence is More Programs for Black Youth. I speak for Black Youth ... I am a room op the internet chat room GangBangerGangBang... and we Black Youth will stop using Guns if we have more free internet access so we can explore our sexuality in a healthy way, on the internet. Black Youth needed to be guided by non-heteronormative sexual athletes like myself, so they can explore and develop into healthy adults. I know, because I have roleplayed in many different adult roles, male and female, dominant and submissive, white and black.

Listen to me. Ward Churchill, a dream lover and a visionary that everyone admires, agrees with me. As Big Wampum Woman I am Ward Churchills internet lover, so I know what I am talking about.

This is the only possible solution to Gangs and Guns. Please, tell your Liberal Party candidate that you are going to Vote Liberal, and that you want more internet access, more after school programs, more social spending. Just think of me when you do!


I, Fenris Badwulf, proudly introduces this recent graduate of my Racism Industry School, Jayson Boyd. You may know him already.