Amicus is a Philogynist! Are you? (Men only)

A lover or friend of women; one who esteems woman as the higher type of humanity; - opposed to misogynist.

"Misogynist" is another made up words to demonize people who don't tow the party line on a core liberal ideological agenda, in this case feminism. I know the word is older than that, but in its current common usage its similar to made up words like "xenophobia," "homophobia," blah, blah, blah. That's the liberal MO. Vilify and demonize your opponent rather than listen to any possible legitimate point he/she might have to make.

As to the higher type of humanity, it hasn't been my experience that the female sex is any higher than the male. I was raised by an anti-male mother who inculcated the idea that men are generally pigs and women virtuous. Its taken a lifetime of real world experiences to realize men are actually pretty cool and women aren't always so great. So, no I don't agree with that generalized statement. Sorry if that isn't the right answer.
 
This thread wound up exactly how I thought it would. Awesome.
 
George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron. 1788–1824

She walks in Beauty

SHE walks in beauty, like the night

~~~

I fear we have lost much more than we have gained by lowering women into equality with men.

What say ye?

Amicus...the lover of women...:kiss:
I say humbug, poopycocks, stuff, and nonsense!

You have posted a scurrilous parody of my original poem, "She Walks in Bunny Slippers," doubtless penned by that infamous degenerate Southey or one of his ilk.

I quote the original properly, here:


She walks in bunny slippers fair
With floppy ears as soft as gauze
Their nylon whiskers comb the air
O'er brown'd and batter'd bunny paws
Yet such a babe is she, none dare
To comment on her footwear's flaws

Across the cold linoleum floor
She shuffles with a nameless grace
To fetch the paper at the door
And though the cold wind chills her face
Each foot could not be warmer more
Within its fluffy dwelling place

~B. :rose:
 
I say humbug, poopycocks, stuff, and nonsense!

You have posted a scurrilous parody of my original poem, "She Walks in Bunny Slippers," doubtless penned by that infamous degenerate Southey or one of his ilk.

I quote the original properly, here:


She walks in bunny slippers fair
With floppy ears as soft as gauze
Their nylon whiskers comb the air
O'er brown'd and batter'd bunny paws
Yet such a babe is she, none dare
To comment on her footwear's flaws

Across the cold linoleum floor
She shuffles with a nameless grace
To fetch the paper at the door
And though the cold wind chills her face
Each foot could not be warmer more
Within its fluffy dwelling place


~B. :rose:


The bold part made me weep. The bunnies were sacrificed to keep the tootsies toasty.
 
The bold part made me weep. The bunnies were sacrificed to keep the tootsies toasty.
It is a powerful and poignant reminder that the sweetest things in life are worth sacrificing little rabbits for.

And sometimes marmots, deer, bears, giraffes, and dolphins, too (implied, while not explicitly mentioned).
 
"Misogynist" is another made up words to demonize people who don't tow the party line on a core liberal ideological agenda, in this case feminism. I know the word is older than that, but in its current common usage its similar to made up words like "xenophobia," "homophobia," blah, blah, blah. That's the liberal MO. Vilify and demonize your opponent rather than listen to any possible legitimate point he/she might have to make.

As to the higher type of humanity, it hasn't been my experience that the female sex is any higher than the male. I was raised by an anti-male mother who inculcated the idea that men are generally pigs and women virtuous. Its taken a lifetime of real world experiences to realize men are actually pretty cool and women aren't always so great. So, no I don't agree with that generalized statement. Sorry if that isn't the right answer.


The word "misogyny" dates back to ancient Greek you moron.
 
Life for a female, from day one, begins preparing her for her natural role in the scheme of things, that of being a mother and a nurturer. Don't shoot the messenger, hell, I didn't make things the way they are, but I am honest enough to speak of them.

Women naturally 'become' what they ultimately are, supporters of their mates and mother to the child. Both of which require, by definition, a submersion of self into the role of wife and mother, adapting the best interests of her husband and her children as hers.

It is a very special thing to become a wife and a mother and a good one at that, which may be why it is so very rare to witness.

So tell us, we wait with bated breath - are we allowed to wear shoes while nurturing or should we remain barefoot? Should men be permitted by law and custom to once again enforce the "Love, Honour and Obey" vows with their fists, hands or belts?

Do you want conversation or simply for your Woman to bring you the paper, beer and tuck you into your chair? Silent service? Mindless service to Family? Unerring and unwaivering support for the family earner?

Tell us (Oh Wise One) how the world should be.
 
There is a 'reality' in your world view? When every Post in opposition to mine you claim, like most, that there is no absolute reality?

Get back to me on that, eh?

ami:rose:

Earth to Space Cadet Ami...
Earth to Space Cadet Ami...

That great ball of expanding colors and awesome every changing geometry you see is not reality. Back at Space Camp we warned you about smoking on the job.

Now put out the doobie and put your Space Helmet back on. Yes...the tin foil hat that you call a Space Helmet will do just fine.

Breathe...breathe...it's called air.
It'll do wonders for your misrepresentation of reality.

What I said was that science doesn't deal in absolute truths.
Science deals with theories about the real world.
Theories about the real world are always open to testing and falsification.
I never said that there is no reality, absolute or otherwise.

Back in Space Camp, we also warned you against accepting Randroid Rants as being reality.

Breathe...breathe...

Okay...have it your way...keep puffing the doobie...

(Mission Control, terminate the Space Cadet with extreme prejudice.)

Breathe, Ami...breathe...
Wait for it, Ami...
Seriously glorious colors are on the way...
Have another puff...
...moron...
 
It is a powerful and poignant reminder that the sweetest things in life are worth sacrificing little rabbits for.

And sometimes marmots, deer, bears, giraffes, and dolphins, too (implied, while not explicitly mentioned).
It's the thought that counts.

What, I'm a woman?:eek:

I cant believe no-one picked up on this post..

You are a lady?

You fooled me.:cattail:
 
I would have replied sooner, but when I showed my man this thread this morning, he immediately demanded his conjugal rights followed by a full cooked breakfast.
And then while I was cleaning up after breakfast, he again demanded access to my body and pushed his manly cock deep into my ass, all the while telling me I should be grateful for his attentions.
I was not allowed to stop washing dishes while he took his due.
 
I would have replied sooner, but when I showed my man this thread this morning, he immediately demanded his conjugal rights followed by a full cooked breakfast.
And then while I was cleaning up after breakfast, he again demanded access to my body and pushed his manly cock deep into my ass, all the while telling me I should be grateful for his attentions.
I was not allowed to stop washing dishes while he took his due.

When the wife came home from work (supporting me in my life of sloth is one of her duties) I tossed her over the kitchen island and had my way. Then when she made me a drink with my favorite tipple I tossed it back, demanded another and reamed her ass as she did so.

After three blowjobs I allowed her to make my dinner of steak, Caesar salad, twice baked potato and a blowjob.

Wait...the blowjob came after she opened a bottle of Château Margaux, paid for by her slaving for my every wish.

While eating my dinner, washed down by the wine, I watched the Big Game while the wife sexually entertained the lads, assembled to witness my domination over the wife.

Then I woke up.
 
There being thusly only tweedledee & tweedledumb, more descriptions are needed for the feeble of mind, mayhaps tweedledoo and tweedlepoo, I could probably come up with enough to cover all the variations on a theme of left wing ignorance, stupidity and lack of class, sophistication, swayve & deboner, that gushes forth whenever they are confronted with a concept they are unversed in.

One might suspect, however , in a pool of monkey vomit this wide and deep, to find at least one or two trying to climb out, ah but not, they seem content to splash and play amongst the other believers of the realm of total gender equality and other such nonsensical twitterpated balderdash.

My theme, that women are special and worthy of being on a pedestal, as so many writers have noted , seems to be falling on deaf democrat ears hereabouts; not really a big surprise as Pornography essentially demeans women.

So, smile widely, learn the backstroke in your pool of monkey puke, and continue convincing each other that you are really swimming in milk and honey.

But...should you ever climb out and cleanse yourself and embark on a quest for truth and beauty, beauty and truth.....hmmm....that sounds familiar...




crop from George Keats's manuscript copy of 'Ode on a Grecian Urn'


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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.

Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.

O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.

~~~

Damn! Just the presence of the Amicus on this forlorn forum brings some Class to the joint, eh?

chuckles...:rose:

the always humble amicus...:rolleyes:
 
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For someone so erudite and [apparently] intelligent, that you cannot recognise sarcasm is indeed telling.
Perhaps signing with 'amicus the windbag' would be far more accurate :rolleyes:
 
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Originally Posted by amicus

Life for a female, from day one, begins preparing her for her natural role in the scheme of things, that of being a mother and a nurturer. Don't shoot the messenger, hell, I didn't make things the way they are, but I am honest enough to speak of them.

Women naturally 'become' what they ultimately are, supporters of their mates and mother to the child. Both of which require, by definition, a submersion of self into the role of wife and mother, adapting the best interests of her husband and her children as hers.

It is a very special thing to become a wife and a mother and a good one at that, which may be why it is so very rare to witness.

So tell us, we wait with bated breath - are we allowed to wear shoes while nurturing or should we remain barefoot? Should men be permitted by law and custom to once again enforce the "Love, Honour and Obey" vows with their fists, hands or belts?

Do you want conversation or simply for your Woman to bring you the paper, beer and tuck you into your chair? Silent service? Mindless service to Family? Unerring and unwaivering support for the family earner?

Tell us (Oh Wise One) how the world should be.
~~~

Hello, Kbate, the Wise One, speaks...

Should you truly desire an understanding of the subjugation of women, I suggest you study Muslim life under Shariah Law.

But, should you seek information concerning the shared life, the partnership of the human male and female, I suggest you delve into the natural inclinations, the nature of man, and perceive the 'natural' association between the two, as a partnership wherein each freely explesses and lives their own innate physical and psychological imperatives.

This fabricated and artificial equality you seem to have swallowed, hook, line and sinker, is a failed experiment to enforce equality between not just the genders, but ethnic and racial groups and has observedly failed miserably.

We are barely the third century into the concept of human individual freedom and only the second century of the Industrial Revolution, which took the burden of physical work from the backs of men and women and transferred it to the machines and the technology that provide us with wealth, abundance and prosperity; thanks to the free market place.

In other words, we really are in a Brave New World, experimenting with our newfound freedom and wealth and the issue is somewhat in doubt as most you you twats seem to want to regress to a more Pastoral time, or cuddle up with collectivism. (doncha just love my alliterations?)

A greatly reduced birth rate seems to go hand in hand with Western Post Industrial societies; I could recommend a thousand tomes to salve your quest.

But, I won't, do your own damned research or be comfortable with your bug in a rug mentality.

No one knows what the future holds, not even you, my furry friend, but the certainty that I hold as fundamental, is that it will be a future where the individual rights of each are protected and defended and kept free from the hands of those who would impose their vision upon us...by the use of force and the barrel of a gun.

Think about that just a tad...we, in the United States, have a limited government with enumerated powers, in other words, our government is not authorized to provide your view of an Utopian future, it only acts to protect our rights to live free.

In the social world, the way we live our lives, the fact that nearly half of all we earn, a half of every day of work, a half of every year, is confiscated by government, in one way or another, has dictated that it requires the total effort, output and income of two people to support a family.

That is not a good thing.

Amicus Veritas:rose:
 
For someone so erudite and [apparently] intelligent, that you cannot recognise sarcasm is indeed telling.
Perhaps signing with 'amicus the windbag' would be far more accurate
:rolleyes:

~~~

Warrior queen, hello, you want a piece of me? go for it...

Study Oscar Wilde or H.L. Menchen for sophisticated banter and erudite sarcasm, I have better things to do with my limited time on this forum.

I usually turn the sarcasm directed towards be back on the opponent and eviscerate them in the process and I am very good at what I do, having had many years of practice in my trade.

Other than your snarky little remarks...there is nothing in your Post to respond to, like just about everyone else on this little gathering, all Hat.

Amicus Veritas:rose:
 
Bump my own Thread; hell, why not?

If you can lift your thoughts from the gutter of clits and pussy styles, and get over your infant attractions for the soft and warm flesh you nourished upon, and actually consider the mystique of the female, which I sometimes consider a separate and elevated species, then you might look differently upon the fair sex...uhmmm...maybe...

They will run in the rain and rescue a fallen bird, to what avail and for what rational purpose? None.

They will take in a homeless puppy or kitten and expend time and resources to nurture the scraggly little critter. Why?

On the other hand, they will scurry about the cave, picking up errant clothing, rearranging furniture, straightening pictures and sampling new and exotic foods, just for the hell of it....why?

These are not things manly men do; like sniffing a dishcloth or scrubbing a floor in the bathroom, each and every day whether anyone has been in there, or not, creatures of habit they are, and sometimes delightfully so...sometimes...not!

But sometimes, 'honey, that tie clashes with your cumberbund...' they do have their uses now, don't they?

heh...

ami...the lover of women....(lots of them) thus I know of which I speak...

cheerio...
 
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Warrior queen, hello, you want a piece of me? go for it...

Study Oscar Wilde or H.L. Menchen for sophisticated banter and erudite sarcasm, I have better things to do with my limited time on this forum.

I usually turn the sarcasm directed towards be back on the opponent and eviscerate them in the process and I am very good at what I do, having had many years of practice in my trade.

Other than your snarky little remarks...there is nothing in your Post to respond to, like just about everyone else on this little gathering, all Hat.

Amicus Veritas:rose:

admit it - you're just a teensy bit pissed that the women of lit aren't falling all over themselves in lust and admiration for you.

oh, and it took an awful lot of words for you to make the <bold> point :rolleyes:
 
It is rational minds that attract me; not twats or mammary glands, although I do like my packages wrapped nicely, thank you.

Since philosophy girl, I think was the one, who parodied my original post, I thought to counter the flow...just because I can...and you can't. :)

ami
 
Does your car have white wall tires and tail fins?
 
Does your car have white wall tires and tail fins?

I'm guessing he's more the horse and buggy type. It suits his apparent frame of mind and "You kids get off my lawn" attitude toward well, pretty much anyone who isn't kissing his ass.

It's funny seeing his claims of being a lover of (many) women.

Given the attitudes he's displayed toward the fairer sex it's reasonable to guess that he's loved so many because they don't tend to stick around long once they get to know him.. ;)

Loved many, perhaps.. Depending on how he defines "love", which appears to be anything up to and including a hand job that he didn't have to pay for... At least not directly. I'll assume he considers that we all pay for it in one way or another.. It's a running theme among his type.

Loved well? Doubtful, or there wouldn't be so many to brag about.

I'll wager he's currently alone, and has likely convinced himself that it's of his own volition. I suppose he can still be a lover of women, at least for a night, or from afar. :cool:
 
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