A friend has placed himself at the centre of the Mohamed cartoon controversy. His name is Peter March and he teaches philosophy at Saint Mary's University in Halifax. It is apparent to me that our "impartial" "non-partisan" but highly politically correct news media is sort of hoping that Peter will get some sort of Zundel style comeuppance for this. After all, that would make more interesting news than the relatively non-event of a university professor of philosophy doing what that sort of person has been doing since the time of Socrates.

News media actually began with Guttenberg. Mass producing the Bible in vernacular languages, starting with Latin, had been his life’s goal, but he never made any money at it. In fact attempting to do so bankrupted him. In fact he subsidized his project by publishing what we would today call “tabloids”. What he found to be the topics people most wanted to read about has not changed much to this day.

Horace Greeley set a famous baseline for what is news,

“ If a dog bites a man, that’s not news, but if a man bites a dog...”

These days it’s different. If a dog bites someone, that can get national or even international coverage if the dog happens to be a pit bull. If, on the other hand, a man bites Cujo the feminazi werebitch, the news media will go to great lengths to keep that a secret. Unless the “bite” is in the form of satirical cartoons posted on the internet (let’s face it they will never be published in print media) and feminist academics advocate making that a hate crime on SOW’s website.

In these days of post secondary institutions being the very headquarters of Political Corrections Canada, Peter March is something of a rare gem. I can remember sitting with a group of people in the Halifax Public Gardens on the benches near the gazebo where the bands play, in surroundings that were the Victorian notion of beauty as a flock of pigeons circled and landed among us. Peter was expounding on the practical limits of freedom. A thought crossed my mind...I count myself among the luckiest people who have ever lived for having had the opportunity to savour that moment......that memory is one of my “happy places”.

On the other side of the issue are the Moslems who take much more offence than is actually warranted by these relatively innocuous political satire cartoons. After all, it’s not like they were not permitted to give it back in kind....unlike some other points of political correctness on our campuses.

And to those who are exemplary Moslems, role models of what great spiritual traditions bring out in people, when you live in North America you have to sort of get used to a certain waggish attitude on the part of us infidels.

It is not Islam that is being mocked by these cartoons, it is the political actions associated with those who call themselves Moslem but who have asserted their own will rather than submit to the will of Allah. The Prophet never said that submission would be easy compared to asserting your own will. It is not the Prophet who is being lampooned by these caricatures, it is the political evil that has been done in his name.

One of my favourite Buddhist parables dates from the time when Moslem zealots were massacring all of the Buddhists in India. A monk was about to be put to the sword. The Moslem who was performing the execution said:

“Godless infidel, what will become of you when I strike you down?”

“ I shall be re-incarnated one hundred times as a wilfully ignorant jackass in order that I might be worthy....and then I shall go directly to Hell”

“If that is the fate that awaits a Buddhist holy man then what is the point of Buddhism ?”

“If I was unwilling to go to Hell.......who would be there to teach you?”

Back in the late eighties, I did some photo shoots with a "punk" band. I still occasionally bump into some of these people, and their lifestyle has changed. They still have the pictures I took as part of their own personal diaries. As I have spoken of before, it's about "quality". I did not photograph them in any way that was trendy, or "tribute" to their short lived cultural anomaly. I took the photographs according to standards of quality that are as old as photography itself. The master Ansel Adams quite literally “wrote the book” on what photographic quality is. The people who I have photographed all notice this, though they may not be able to articulate why exactly they have bothered to keep my work, when they have discarded that done by others. For thirty years I was a photographer and a darkroom technician. I always prided myself in being “quality”....this is not a realm where notions of equality get anything other than a dismissive chuckle.

 One of my sternest coaches was a man named Wally Wood EFIAP. The letters after his name are one of the hardest to obtain honours in the world. Excélence Fédération Internationale des Arts Photographique headquartered in Brussels selects on an incredibly severe benchmark criteria no more than 150 living “Hall of Fame” photographers world wide based on a lifetime’s work. It is almost unheard of for any “professional” photographer to make this list. Only “amateurs” ever do. The effort that it takes, monetary reward could never provide you with a sustained motivation to do. You have to be passionately in love with the art form in order to persevere to that degree.

Wally and I were both members of the Montréal Camera Club. He saw my potential and rode me hard. He said that each and every day millions of photographic images were created. I knew that to be a fact because I was working in a professional photographic workplace. He said that if you wanted your work to stand out from the rest of the pile, it had to be extraordinary. He said : “Do not whine to me that perfection is impossible, I have seen it on more than a few occasions. Oh it is elusive I will grant you, but you can do it and I will accept nothing less.”

My proudest boast as a photographer is that one year in open competition at this world renowned group of lovers of the art of photography, I placed a very close second to Wally Wood.

I am sitting at my computer composing a sort of desk top publishing memoir. As I have been going through these old negatives and slides, I came across something that was very apropos to expanding on the rather nasty stuff I posted last entry.

Among the “punkers” I photographed as cultural anomalies during the “grunge” fad was a peculiar young man. He was a neo-nazi skinhead, but he was opposed to racism. His soft-spoken voice completely belied his appearance. He was enthralled with the regalia and the fashionable style of it. He loved the camaraderie and sense of belonging the group gave him. He and a renegade few tried to form a non-racist sectarian variant. It fizzled out of course.

If there is anything that the men who advocate for Men Going Their Own Way are weary of hearing it is “I am a feminist but that does not mean I hate men”. Andrea Dworkin used to make that same self serving denial and you can’t get more Catholic than the Pope. Each and every time that I have given a feminist the benefit of the doubt, I have regretted doing so, without so much as one exception. That even includes recent weeks. There is now no doubt in my mind whatsoever and therefore no benefit that I would be obliged to give.

To the manipulative strategy of “that was then/this is now” I say: “Kick the football Charley Brown”

To the manipulative strategy of “I am not one of those bad feminists, I am a good feminist, like me like my dog“, I say: “to Hell with you and your doberperson werebitch. Loose the man eating pooch or I will not associate with you in any way shape or form.”

This blog is not and was never intended to be a forum for men and feminists to work out any sort of common ground. There are numerous places on the internet where you can spin your four wheel drives in that bottomless mire.

Men Going There Own Way is about acknowledging that the political ideology called “feminism” is inherently toxic and sexist.

I have been trying to instil in men that they are not obliged to apologise to “women” when they bad mouth feminism. Feminism is not a gender, it is not a sentient being. “Feminist” and “woman” are not interchangeable synonyms as feminists would have you believe.

To the men out there who are working out of the bullshit of indoctrination, a relationship with a woman who fundamentally believes that men and women are inherently political adversaries cannot possibly be good for you.....go your own way.

On February 27th 2005 a brother author posted on this blog the folowing post:

To which in typical,despicable, clump of cosmic filth, waste of the Earth's oxygen, deplorable,boorish,bigotted, feminazi manure maggot style Chelsea Anne wrote:

To which in a "male jerk" "authoritarian" manner I replied:

Do you know what Iam tired of?It is the sort of blind arrogance posted by Chelsea Anne. I am going to give you a little history lesson. There was never any aboriginal tribe actually called the "Huron". The tribe in question were actually called the Wyandots..."the people of the peninsula" their primary homeland being the Niagra Peninsula. "Huron" is believed to be derived from a Friesian vernacular term meaning "Hell spawned whore" in reference to the way these people treated their captives. Apparently, the women of this culture, could have given maodern day feministists a lesson or two in how to treat men. In their day to day chores was the task of curing and preparing for leather the flaying of animal hides. The "Huron" women thereby learned how to isolate and separate nerves from surounding tissue using primative implements made from flint shards and the edges of clam and mussel shells. War captives of the Wyandot, including Jesuit missionaries, were turned over to their squaws to be "caressed" with these flint and seashell implements. Part of this cruel game was a perception amoung the primative savages that if your "guest" cryed out while being subjected to this, that proved that the Wyandot were right in assuming their inherent superiority to their captive and that they had conquored "possession" of his soul. The phrase in Algonquian that we translate "torture" means literally "the bitterness of a squaw". the Huron torture of "caressing" is where we get the vernacular expression "getting on someone's nerves".

The Jesuits who bore up to this with nothing short of heroic perserverence were avenged in a very ironic way. The Huron were all but decimated by an outbreak of smallpox. They pleaded with their captives to give the "water sorcery" that would appease their offended God.

The Dutch (the source of this Freisian term of contempt) being Protestant were not in the least impressed with this arrangement. They armed the traditional enemies of the Wyandot with guns. The Iroquois (which is a Mohawk word meaning "frightening man"and not actually a tribe) met their agreement with the Dutch Protestant hardasses (Huron recently converted to Papalism were nothing special) and shot every one of the "Huron" women and spared not one alive. Wyandot men who surrendered were enslaved.

Chelsea Anne...if I ever met you at arms length, I would put out a cigar on you and see how good you were at living up to you own arrogant compassionless standards.

Whatever you might be used to getting away with trolling on other MRA sites,you will not get away with here...not on my watch. Show respect to the authors who are trying to express their broken hearts and you will be treated with respect. Scorn it and your arrogance will be publicly derided in the pillory of my utterly ruthless scorn. When it comes to the mastery of the art called "rhetoric" such as you are unworthy to sweep the floor of my dojo...begone insect.

Glenn Sach’s latest campaign concerns the release of a new book.

He goes on to say that there was a book release party in San Francisco attended by the mayor, who was raised in such a household. It does not surprise me that this is emerging from San Francisco, the Gay Mecca of the United States. What does surprise me…though by now it really shouldn’t …..is that some feminazi can find enough in this painfully obvious point to spin a book out of it. Simple fact of the matter is that kids do not need a mother either, some of the most dynamic people who have ever lived were raised in orphanages.

Just because you can do something does not mean that it is desirable that you should. Canada's Terry Fox ran a marathon distance every day for six weeks on one leg. I have never heard of anyone doing anything even near similar on two legs. So by Ms Drexler's logic the thing to do would be to cut off one leg, thereby motivating you to better things. If Terry Fox had of "had his druthers" he would have druther kept his leg and stayed home.

I propose that the United States should declare San Francisco a city state, sort of like Singapore, deport all of like mind to Ms Drexler to that new city state, and observe the results of this social experiment in a contained quarantine. Why, they would not even need an armed force to defend them, those wonderful new age witches, the Halliwell sisters will vanquish any male demons who threaten their security. But what will probably happen is that Ms Drexler will get a mandarin appointment in your federal government, no matter how many of your citizens really don't want that to happen.

What this book does point out though which cannot be denied.......no ......not even by Ms Vosulunga the Queen of de Nile...is that feminism is not about gender equality, it is about the elimination of men.

I also heard that Hugoboy got married.....that’s right....to the disgust of the hardliners who call marriage “culturally sanctioned domestic incarceration”......but not to worry....when the time comes I have no doubt that Hugo will be more than willing to stay home and breast feed the baby while his potential domestic rape survivor pursues a career as a lesbian divorce lawyer.

I am going to talk about going your own way, actually, physically, really, no shit, doing it. This is the product of a lot of research. I have given up on any hope of Canada coming to it’s senses in the next five years. I turned fifty five this summer, and the first time a femi- nazi rubbed my nose it for no good reason other than that I was male (which in and of itself is not a lawful or legitimate women’s issue and if you doubt me ask your lawyer) and that makes forty years of it. I have gone far beyond fed up. Excuse me a moment….I have been forced to transpose this piece into another word processor software….Microsoft Word will not let you type the word f-e-m-I-n-a-z-I without automatically transposing it into “feminize” ……I am going to write an extremely nasty letter to Microsoft about that. But that is the sort of thing that I mean….it is all pervasive…..it has commandeered occupied and “taken ownership” of everything….one of the reasons why I have not said much on any men’s forums lately is because they all advocate non-violence. It has been the greatest strain on my patience imaginable to refrain from doing so.

I have been helping a close friend who is going through the divorce from Hell. It is his second marriage. He is fifty and has had a vasectomy. His new wife has decided to hate him because she wants a baby and he does not. She did the accuse him of being Tony Soprano thing confiscate house force him to live in car…etc, etc, etc …and now she is fucking his seventeen year old son……maxed out my credit getting him enough to get back on his feet on the condition he fire his useless leach lawyer. He used to dismiss me as a ranting raving crank…..now he is a converted believer…..please keep up the yeoperson job of recruiting new soldiers for our army you worthless clump of cosmic filth, waste of the Earth’s oxygen, feminist scum.