when the status quo frustrates.

C’mon ladies, you know you want a taste of the forbidden liberal fruit (in my pants)

Saturday, April 12th, 2008

Hey, girl.



When I’m feeling smooth, I gotta channel my inner Zinczenko.

Yeah, you. Right over there. How YOU doin? It’s okay, you can come closer. I know I’m a liberal and all, but I won’t bite… unless you think it’s naughty to bite. Because it turns out I’m one of the bad boys your mama/pastor/delusional right-wing website warned you about, and I just wanted to draw you in close so I could force-feed you drugs, materialism, and an aversion to handguns. Confused? Well, just sit here on my lap, girl, and let me show you what I’m talking about.

Thanks to Jill, I now know just how wild and wicked I really am. The interview on dating she found with 6 rockin’ conservative chicks has taught me a lot about myself and just want makes me so damn cool. Turns out it’s all about liberalism, baby.

Take Sharon Soon’s story when asked if she’s ever dated liberal men:

I have always had a policy of not dating liberals, but once, after a bad break-up, I dated a couple of liberal guys…

Yeah, baby! We’re that sinister rebound guy lurking in the corner, and you know that totally ups our hotness factor. You need a break from those stuffy conservatives, you come see us for a dose of Teh Fun. She continues:

First of all, they don’t have the same values and I find that to be a fundamental problem. I know a lot of people are willing to accept that, but I’m not. Their whole world view is different from someone who has conservative values and traditional values as a way of life.

Being focused on yourself, and your rights, and materialism, and no ultimate sense of morality — because I guess when you believe in a more secular way of life, a more liberal viewpoint, it’s all about what you can do for yourself and how you can be happy…and you don’t have any belief in absolute truth or religious principles to guide how you live. You get guys who are selfish and into themselves and don’t care so much about humanity, other people, or me — that just leads to a lot of problems.

What can I say, she’s got us all figured out. My Harley has the bumper sticker “Free markets are for pussies.” Highfive! Those selfless corporate charity cases just don’t know what it means to be a real man, to put your own destiny first. Social justice, universal health care, the environment, educational equality — our ideas are obviously selfish, we admit that, but they’re also Patrick Swayze sexy. Besides, who wants to waste time helping those poor losers over at Halliburton when I could be hoarding all the CO2 in the air for myself with my badass tree farm? Or jerking off after the selfish rush I get from paying Medicare taxes?

Shoot, though, who am I kidding? We all know liberalism is the ultimate gateway drug. Sharon concludes:

I also have a problem with guys who are into things like getting completely trashed and doing drugs…

That’s us! The trashed substance abusers! I guess that’s why all those Bud Light ads really feel like they’re talking to me.

Sometimes, though, it’s about what the conservettes don’t say. Cassy Fiano says she doesn’t date liberal guys, but when asked what bugs her most about dating men, one of her answers is:

Grooming in general on dates…it’s really rare to find a guy who can do it right.

Sorry, wimpnuts, looks like we’ve got you licked again. By banning libs from her dating diet, Cassie appears to have been stuck with the slob crowd (though she professes an aversion to “metrosexuals” as well). Don’t worry, Cassie. Whenever you’re ready to take a walk on the liberal side, we’ve got our Axe Body Spray on and our stubble just right. We’re ready to party.

Not all conservative babes totally get what makes us hottie liberals tick, though. Take Michelle Oddis’ complaint:

Another turn-off with liberal guys, at least for me, tends to be 2nd Amendment stuff. Gun rights? I think it’s kind of wimpy when guys don’t think people should be able to protect themselves.

When I’m at the bar trashed on drugs and staring at myself in the mirror, and some dude steps to me, pulling out a gun is weak sauce. Liberal men are LESS wimpy because we throw down with our bare knuckles. We don’t hide behind the 2nd amendment, a.k.a. The Founding Fathers Had Esteem Issues About Their Junk amendment.

For the last word, where else would we turn but the most well-adjusted source of dating advice on Earth, Dawn Eden:

…My experience with liberals is that superficially, they may be more fun to be around. They’re a bit looser and more relaxed. They make an effort to be more sensitive, but the sensitivity only goes so far. It’s easy for a man to keep this illusion of being a great, sensitive romantic if he knows he’s just going to sleep with you and then say good-bye. Anybody can be Mr. Love God for one night or one week or one month.

WooWOOOOO! You heard it from Dawn first. The Liberal Love God Train is leaving the station, honey. You know you want a ride.

How Barney the Priest ruined Christmas

Tuesday, November 21st, 2006

I’m going to shock you with something heretofore unthought and unspoken in the blogosphere: Dawn Eden…

hates fun.

Take Catholic mass. (Please.)

Catholic mass is where old people go to die in peace. It’s where parents go to smack children for not entering a trance for 75 consecutive minutes. It’s where songs about praising god are sung in the tone you use to chastise your dog for peeing on the rug.

If you don’t leave mass with sore knees, a vague sense of self-loathing, and almost no memory of what transpired over the last hour-plus, you aren’t a Catholic. And Dawn Eden and friends will have you know that if you try to spice up mass in any way, you might as well be dipping your wick in the wineblood.

Recently, Dawn proudly published a letter sent by one of her friends/readers/drones to a priest that dared conduct a Halloween mass in a Barney costume. The indignant author of the letter is a former Anglican priest who decided to go Catholic (presumably for the extra guilt) and states:

What I am trying to show you is that most of what is done on Halloween has NO Christian background and therefore, your use of costumes on the Sunday before All Hallows Eve was completely absurd and a degradation of the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass. You should be ashamed of yourself.

The envy is palpable. Barney’s more popular than Jesus, and he spends all kinds of alone time with small kids. Most priests must loathe that lucky fucking dinosaur. And I bet this former priest is absolutely kicking himself for not thinking of capitalizing on Barney’s advantages via the Halloween costume idea before leaving the cloth, and his jealousy has driven him into a holy rage against the man who did.


Don’t hate the player, hate the game!

Unfortunately, the former priest should’ve used better logic than what was quoted above, because I’m afraid there’s another little holiday that also has no Christian background. It involves cutting down and decorating a tree in a practice that was verboten for centuries. It uses mistletoe, a fertility charm of the Druids. It happens around the same time as the mid-December festival of Saturnalia, which already involved the giving of gifts. In fact, the 25th of December was the very popular birthdate already attributed to Mithra when the Church miraculously gave it to Jesus 353 years after he croaked.

So are we sure we should let our petty grudges lead us down the path of shaming people for celebrating holidays with no Christian background? Because if we do, I’m afraid you’ll have to give up a lot more than your Barney fantasies, dude.

Your weekly Dawn Eden wisdom

Wednesday, August 9th, 2006

Something tells me that there’s a connection between the increase in abortions after Roe vs. Wade and the increase in tattoos. In any case, I believe the devil is always happy when people deface their bodies, because they are defacing the image of God.

Her worst suicide bombing of logic yet.

Worst. Blogger. Ever.

Saturday, August 5th, 2006

I’ve learned a lot about how not to communicate thanks to Dawn Eden.

Dawn’s perfect earnestness blows me away. How can she take herself so seriously all the time? I bet she’s made maybe (and I mean maybe) 2 jokes in the entirety of her time as Chief of the Patrol.

Obviously, you don’t have to be a comedian to blog responsibly, but you should at least have a sense of humor. Constant alternations between dour finger-wagging and check-out-my-halo ego masturbation hardly provide what a reader might call “variety.” We are all of us disturbed by the status quo — Dawn wants no fucking, we want her to stop gettting in our way, etc. — but sometimes it helps to register your complaints with a little laughter, or at least soften them with a funny turn-of-phrase or two. As far as entertainment value goes, Dawn’s blog feels like a Catholic mass.

Dawn oversimplifies everything. She sees all issues in black-and-white. She’s nostalgic for a society that only existed in 50s-era propaganda and fiction. She lacks self-awareness and promotes self-denial. She misunderstands science and misrepresents basic facts. She blames everyone else for her emotional issues and, like most social conservatives, demands that we remake society in whatever way hurts her feelings the least.

She also makes huge, embarrassing, ginormous mistakes all the time. Like quoting GK Chesterton to defend women’s rights. Or, as she does today, making someone else’s case for them:

At the core of the left-wing bloggers’ animosity towards chastity is, I believe, an uneasy awareness of what a culture that values marriage — by which I mean so-called traditional marriage — does to their lifestyle.

[deep breath]

DUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

My god, Dawn, you’re exactly right. You want to destroy our ability to choose our own lifestyle and – SHOCK! – we happen to think that stinks. We’d like to be left alone to do what we please with our bodies and our time, and we’ll happily let you do the same. But it’s nice to know you openly admit that you want to destroy the individual’s choice to do choose the life that best suits him or her.

(more…)

Dawn sez: Bigots from 1920 know best, especially when quoted out of context!

Wednesday, August 2nd, 2006

Dawn Eden at her finest:

In an op-ed in Britain’s Guardian, Jessica Valenti of NARAL and its BushvChoice blog quotes a line she read in The Dawn Patrol from my upcoming book where I say, “when you become chaste, you’ll notice for the first time that women who have sex outside of marriage don’t really appreciate men.”

To that, Valenti says, “Don’t get me wrong, reviving romance sounds great, and if you want to hold out on sex, more power to you. But can you really base a movement, a revolution even, on the idea that women’s life goal should be marriage?”

Yes.

As usual, G.K. Chesterton has the perfect reply — writing in 1920:

“In plain words, there is clearly something wrong in the calculation by which it was proved that a housewife must be as much a servant as a housemaid; or which exhibited the domesticated man as being as gentle as the primrose or as conservative as the Primrose League. It is precisely those who have been conservative about the family who have been revolutionary about the state. Those who are blamed for the bigotry or bourgeois smugness of their marriage conventions are actually those blamed for the restlessness and violence of their political reforms. Nor is there seriously any difficulty in discovering the cause of this. It is simply that in such a society the government, in dealing with the family, deals with something almost as permanent and self-renewing as itself.”

What, no mention of Jessica’s work at Feministing, Dawn? Too scared to link to a place where women might actually have their eyes opened to the world? No, best to stick to scary words like NARAL, which I’m sure you’ve told your readers stands for the Naughty And Racy Association of Ladies.

Anyway, in the op-ed, Jessica absolutely annihilates the modesty movement, something Dawn repeatedly blahs about on her blog. For example:

Another retrogressive aspect of the modesty movement is its disconcerting message that women are responsible for men’s behaviour. The notion of dressing modestly comes at least partly from the idea that men can’t control themselves; by telling women that they have to dress a certain way to quell men’s desires, modesty advocates are sending a clear message that the onus is on us to control men’s sexual – and possibly violent – actions.

Any discussion of that, Dawn? Nope. Just the out-of-context mention of Jessica questioning a statement in Dawn’s book.

Naturally, Dawn feels unequipped to respond to even the most chopped up version of Jessica’s argument, so Dawn falls back on a quote from G.K. Chesterton, also known as this guy:

Hi ladies! I’m here to tell you all about how to live your lives because I know best, uh-hee-hee-hee! Why, I’m sure you’re all zoomin’ around in fancyfangled flyin’ moto-carriages and discussing the merits of the suffrage movement with Martians by 2006, but I bet not much else has changed since 1920. If’n you want to be a revolutionary, make sure you settle down with a nice man, because only the married can affect real change in this ol’ society we got cookin’.

[settles deeper on his haunch, leans over to whisper]

I, uh, should probably mention that the ol’ quote a’mine Dawn Eden saw fit to gussy up for her digitalibrated web-o-site was also a smidge out of the context. You see, I lead off the next paragraph thusly:

Anyhow, it is found in practice that the domestic citizen can stand a siege, even by the State; because he has those who will stand by him through thick and thin – especially thin.

So it turns out that I am arguing only that a _man_ can be a revolutionary so long as he has a family behind him to do all the non-revolutionary chores like washboardin’ his britches. I’m afraid you ladies weren’t exactly the ones I was talkin’ about. Oh, sure, I mention Irish women dumping hot water on their evicters as a sign that the whole family can defend itself, but, as you can see above, when it comes to shakin’ the sheet of society in the wind, that’s a man’s job, and he needs you to be takin’ care of the ol’ homestead — but not as a maid, you see, more as a, um, a junior partner. A silent one. That way, he can go about changin’ things in this world. For himself.

Oh, and did I mention that, while I dislike the ol’ Hitler, I agree that there’s a “Jewish problem?” Uh-hee-hee-hee! Good idea to quote me, Dawn. I’m barely outdated, prejudiced, and sexist at all!

A Good Man Is Hard to Find

Wednesday, June 28th, 2006

In Dawn Eden’s latest embarrassing attempt to “catch” someone or something in some moral quandary, she lays out the character traits of a good, pious man.

A man of character values people for what’s inside them — not for what they look like, how much money they make, what use they are to him at the moment, or what they can do for him in the future.

A man of character is honest with everyone.

A man of character treats people from all walks of life with the same high level of respect.

A man of character perceives something in sex that goes beyond the physical — which makes him all the more determined to reserve it for a relationship that has more than a physical bond.

I believe that a man of character reserves sex for marriage.

A man with character doesn’t gossip.

Which is pretty funny, you know. Treats people from all walks of life with the same high level of respect. Unless they’re feminists.

Reserves sex for marriage. Whatever — he would take anyone who would have her. I mean, him.

Values people for what’s inside of them. Unless that gurgly feeling in your stomach is lust. Be it for sex or a *ahem* wife.

And a man of character is homophobic. A man of character “reveals himself” to god. But my favorite is the last. A man with character doesn’t gossip.

Huh.

Does a man of character publicly speculate about the sex lives of single women half his age?

I don’t know about you, but in my crazy corner of the real world we call that gossip. Does petty, victictive gossip lend a woman character, Dawn?