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Leftism as a Cult?: A Tenative Hypothesis

January 20, 2013

I’ve had a rather murky epiphany as of late. If it holds true, it could provide to myself and other anti-leftists a wealth of power and knowledge in combating the evil that is leftism. And it comes, strangely, from fire-bomber Ann Coulter.

I do not know quite how to take Coulter—is she a career-driven loudmouth who only takes extreme right wing opinions because she thinks it will give her more fame? Is she genuinely adhering to most or all of her extreme beliefs? Or is she merely a right-winger who deliberately pushes more extreme right wing views to “give space” to more moderate righties? I do not know. But in thinking about her thesis in Godless: the Church of Liberalism, I have realized that she was on to something.

Certainly she was not the first, nor the most articulate in pointing out that left-wing ideology is like a religion to adherents. However, to the generation of people who became politically aware in the 1990s and 2000s, she is the loudest voice asserting this.

So I’ve explored this issue, and concluded that the idea the leftism is a religion is both right and wrong. It is right to say it is a substitute spiritualism for leftists. However, it is wrong to say that leftism is a religion.

Instead, leftism is, I tentatively believe, a cult.

Any assistance from readers in helping me flesh this out in the coming weeks would be greatly appreciated. I plan on a series of posts explaining my belief that left wing thought is a cult.

A Tough Grrrl Feminist Rocker…Is Nothing but a Player’s Fuckdoll

December 29, 2011

A tough grrrl feminist rocker…is nothing but a player’s fuckdoll. She’s a slave to game and her ovaries, not feminist credo.

Joan Jett is a famous girl rock star. She achieved most of her fame during the 1980s, where she was the token girl “hair band” singer who allowed feminists to pretend that women can compete with men in music. She was also in a semi-known band from the 1970s called The Runaways, who mostly got fame as a novelty group (all young fuckable girls playing guitars) and feminazi over-promotion.

Anyway, Joan Jett has tough grrrl credentials that should make any women’s softball catcher swoon: hard left politics, wearing “leather” and non-girly outfits, vegetarianism, skankiness, and general outspokenness for “women.” For this forward-thinking, non-traditional, totally out-of-the-box musical genius gyno-american, we can definitely expect her to embrace soft, sensitive men, respectful white-knight feminist manginas, or even the occasional butch cis-trangender alternative gyno-american….

And then comes this song, one of her biggest hits, which she claims to have co-written: I Hate Myself For Loving You. And forever Joan Jett is shown to be what she is: a slave to evolution.

The lyrics to I Hate Myself for Loving You reveal that Joan Jett’s tough grrl, feminazi act is just that…an act.

Important Note Note: I’m ignoring for the moment that there’s a co-writer on this song, and that there’s a good probability (common in the music industry) that Jett’s name was probably slapped onto this song to give it “credibility” as “authentic” and not “studio-approved, producer-written rock” which is what Jett’s career has largely been. (This is a common practice in the music industry—an “artist” can receive writing credit on a song he didn’t write, if only to keep up illusions to the audience, but the royalties for the song will remain with the real writers.) However, even if Jett did not write the song, she still chose to sing it and embrace its lyrics and meanings at a time when she had control over her career—making the words as true for her mindset as if she’d written them herself.

If you’ve never heard the song, I urge you to watch the YouTube video of the original video. It’s a pretty rockin’ 1980’s song, fun to listen to, fun to sing along to, and probably pretty great for drunk girls to sing when they’re all riled up at a boyfriend on the fritz.

Anyway, now let’s get to the lyrics, which prove Jett to be, at heart, a weak-willed girl submissive to game:

Midnight gettin’ uptight Where are you
You said you’d meet me now it’s quarter to two
I know I’m hangin’ but I’m still wantin’ you

So this first verse establishes that Joan Jett…Joan fuckin’ Jett…is waiting up all night for a guy to show up. The song indicates it was at least two hours (midnight to 2am), but it’s pretty obvious whoever the guy is, he told her to meet him that night…probably a lot earlier, since she’s uptight by midnight waiting for him.And yet, despite the fact that this “tough grrl” is hanging out, she still wants the guy currently standing her up, not the fun times she’s supposedly having out at a bar/club/with her friends.

Hey Jack It’s a fact they’re talkin’ in town
I turn my back and you’re messin’ around
I’m not really jealous don’t like lookin’ like a clown

Now, not only do we learn that he’s standing her up after promising to hang with her, and after she’s still pining for him despite having “fun,” he’s openly cheating on her with other women in public. And yet she still wants him that evening! And the last line is a great feminist-hampster-spin-rationalization of her alpha lust, a face-saving maneuver only a woman could believe: oh, she’s not jealous (she’s having lots of fun waiting for him to come pump her after he’s done with the other whore!), she just doesn’t like the social approbation of being played on. Yeah right, she loves it!

Now, the CHORUS:
I think of you ev’ry night and day
You took my heart then you took my pride away
I hate myself for loving you
Can’t break free from the the things that you do
I wanna walk but I run back to you that’s why
I hate myself for loving you

The emotional turmoil of a girl in love with an alpha-player who also claims feminism: she fell for his bad boy alphaness hard, and it kills her, because her feminist training and wee little brain are telling her this guy is not the soft, sensitive, her-respecting man she’s supposed to want…but despite what her brain is telling her, her slutty legs (opened up for him, thankfully, by feminist dogma) keep running her back to a man standing her up and openly cheating on her.


Daylight spent the night without you
But I’ve been dreamin’ ’bout the lovin’ you do
I won’t be as angry ’bout the hell you put me through

Now, not only has he stood her up for a few hours, but THE ENTIRE NIGHT. And probably with some random hookup slut. And yet, even in the cold light of morning, with the night’s power worn off, drunk horniness assuaged, and the prospects of a busy day, with her pride in tatters, she STILL pines for the man putting her through the ringer–she dreamed of only him all night.

The last line’s a bit murky. Either she’s saying a good fuck will make her forget her anger about the last 24 hours, or else she’s saying that the good dreams/passage of time overnight has lessened her anger. It doesn’t matter; in both cases, its proof that alphaness overrides any negative emotion directed at it by an entranced female. She is a hapless stooge to his testosterone.


Hey man betcha you can treat me right
You just don’t know what you was missin’ last night
I wanna see you beggin’, say forget it just for spite

Gentlemen, this is a shit test, writ large—it’s the last defense of the female ego, but it is never fully broken down. Women will ALWAYS shit test, and this proves it, if only for their pride. Being a “tough grrl” Jett needs to show something more than “I wish he wouldn’t treat me so bad.” She tries to project her tough facade, shit testing him with a lame dare/test, which tomboy women thinks makes them one of the boys. And the test? Demanding he treat her well.

Then she tries to entice him by implying that the sex with the other chick (s) wasn’t as good as hers would have been—either 1) claiming he’s never fucked her (laughable, this is skanky Joan Jett); or 2) she would do more than the other girls did (showing her weakness to do anything to retain her alpha male). Every woman, gentlemen, thinks her pussy is made of gold and shoots rainbows into your dick. But this is also a shit test…she’s testing whether promising more/better sex can stop the alpha from tom catting around. The immortal Roissy (now Heartsie) would merely grin and laugh at this.

Finally, she states that she wants to get the alpha begging for forgiveness/sex, and then she wants to say no just to hurt him. Men, this is EXACTLY WHAT ALL WOMEN WANT. Ever wonder why beta orbiters never get their One True Love Girl? It’s because it’s more fun for a girl to break your heart and give you blue balls when you’re on your knees than to have good sex. Women enjoy sex, but women enjoy power trips and trashing weak willed men rather than having sex with them; but what they enjoy most is having sex with alpha guys who don’t beg. The alpha in the song would never beg her for sex/forgiveness, because that’s not what she really wants nor what he wants. What she wants is what she’s got: an alpha who comes around to screw her on his terms, while she pines away for him.

Like I said, Jett’s a pussy girl who’s putty in the hands of a player.

To cap it all off, take a look at the video I linked to earlier. Joan Jett never sold herself as an unpretty girl. She’s an in-shape vixen, wearing tight leather pants that show off her ass, with big girly 1980s hair and makeup to make her more attractive. She was as much a tough girl as Megan Fox.