[] Re: [Vision2020] Joan: not at all dangerous? Let's rethink this..

Sun May 14 01:34:59 PDT 2006

Wow!

Joan likes men qua men. What the devil does she know about a real man? And, why do I always seem to get dragged into other people arguments? True as charged though; there is a shortage of real men (more alarmingly, a shortage of Euro-American males). Men are increasingly being cowed by radical feminists-without putting up so mach as a fight. These whacko feminists are masculinizing the women and feminizing the men.  Is a true equal society one in which gender lines are blurred? Hardly.. We are in trouble, folks. Some semblance of traditional order must be restored, one where a difference in sexes and their respective roles are valued, celebrated, and understood. Women shouldn't hold authoritative places within society; they are the weak sex. True as well, men have an obligation to watch out for their female counterparts-- protect and provide for them. Men and women are different, biologically, physiologically, emotionally, etc...and each have equally important roles in society. However, these roles are different. I would rather a woman have my baby; but, then again, I'd prefer a man alongside me in battle. The demasculinization of men, in my opinion, is another reason for our Nation losing the will to protect itself. Men used to be masculine; now they're sniveling crybabies that get their eyebrows waxed and nails done; they're metro-sexuals, uber-sexuals, homosexuals, bisexuals, transsexuals, etc. Men cry? What? I haven't cried in 34 years. It's a sign of weakness. Point is, men aren't what they used to be.and this is a detriment to our society. 

Speaking of women...oh, but we weren't..., I like real women, not trash mouthed, sailor-talking, machete-tongued, feminazis. 

Finally, a Letterman (I'm beginning to abhor that man) monologue joke from the 80's, I think:

"A woman's place is the home.and she should go there after she gets off work."  Funny, a glib recitation of that very joke got me in hot water at a local university not long ago...

 --ECS

P.s. there potentially could be a time and place for a real man to cry.

  ----- Original Message ----- 
  From: Joan Opyr 
  To: Vision2020 Moscow 
  Sent: Saturday, May 13, 2006 10:52 PM
  Subject: [Spam] Re: [Vision2020] Joan: not at all dangerous

  On May 13, 2006, at 6:53 AM, keely emerinemix wrote:

    Perhaps you noticed, Tony, that Joan's threat was conditioned on Heirdoug's ever referring to her children in any way in any public forum, a privilege he most certainly does not have and yet one he has a tendency to assume. Your concern is for protecting Doug's genitals; hers is for protecting her children. Let's hope they're both safe so you can get back to obsessing about whatever it is that gets you going today.

    By the way, Joan is not "man-hating." She's quite fond of my husband, and I applaud any friendship between my man and anyone who can discuss with him the peculiar joys of the Honda 70 series trail bike, which relieves me from ever having to repeat the embarrassment of assuming that the "70" refers to the year in which it was built.

    Thank you, Joan. And Tony, it's time to go wipe the foam from your mouth . . .

    keely

  Thank you, Keely and Chasuk, for your eloquent defenses. As you can imagine, I don't give rat's fanny what Tony Simpson thinks; I care very much what you do. I only want to add a couple of observations to what you've already said. First and most important, you will note that I never make derogatory statements about the wives or children of Doug Farris, Dale Courtney, or Ed Cooper Swan. They are not part of our "conversations." I find such references to my own minor children deeply offensive. DF, DC, and ECS know this, of course, but they have no shame -- a consequence, I think, of their collective lack of maturity. 

  Doug Wilson has written a book called 'Future Men.' Perhaps some of you are familiar with it? I've come to believe that there's an unintended double entendre in that title. In my lengthy experience with the male members of the Kirk, all of the men are future men. There's a sad lack of men, real adult men, in the here and now. In the rarified atmosphere Wilson's Neverland, men play-act at being Oxford dons, or seminary students, or professors, poets, philosophers, theologians, great writers and great thinkers and, worst of all, jolly Victorian patriarchs. They lay claim to authority and status, respect and power that they have not earned and do not deserve. They lay claim to omniscience. There is nothing that they do not pretend to know and know well, and they speak with all the blustering inerrancy of the precocious 14-year old. Back when Doug Wilson started Logos School, he advertised a full classical curriculum. At the time, he was taking Latin 101 at the University of Idaho. This qualified him to teach Latin? Of course! Because Doug wanted to teach Latin, by God, he was qualified to teach Latin. We should consider ourselves lucky he didn't settle on brain surgery. Or amateur gynecology.

  I like men qua men; I always have. But when I say that, I mean that I like grown-up men. I like men who are secure in themselves; men who are secure in the knowledge that recognizing women as equals is not a threat to their own masculinity. Being a feminist is not about hating men; it's about respecting women. Being a lesbian is not about hating men; it's about preferring women as sexual and life partners. I count among my closest friends equal numbers of men and women. I love my father-in-law, Don Huskey. He has taught me more about what it means to be a strong man and a good parent than I could fit into a ten-volume encyclopedia. He's a former Marine Corps captain and the first male feminist I ever had the privilege of meeting. (I've met many more since.) My brothers-in-law Johnny, Micah, and Lew are fine men, terrific fathers, and close friends. I enjoy their company. We share the same interests and hobbies. (And, yes, we all laugh at fart jokes). 

  Keely's husband, Jeff, is a kind and gentle man with tremendous inner strength. It emanates from him in waves. I wouldn't hesitate to call on him in times of trouble. I have remained very close to my high school "boyfriends," Brian and Dave and Boris. Brother Carl Westberg is the brother I never had. I don't hesitate to say that I adore him, or that he is one of the finest men I have ever known. It is my honor to call him friend. (Because he's Scandinavian, he'll be embarrassed to death when he reads this. Sorry, Carl, but it's the truth. You are a stellar man.)

  The epigram at the beginning of my book is an old saying of my grandfather's: Everything turns from sugar to shit. I can't express what my grandfather mean to me. He and I spent thirty-six years locked together in a mutual admiration society. I thought he was the end-all, be-all, and he thought I was the bee's knees. It was Ranny Watkins who taught me to stand up to bullies; to protect my children; and to fight like hell for them. I make no apologies for that. When I say to Doug Farris, "You may go this far but no farther," I mean it. His dismemberment may only be figurative; it will be verbal, not literal. But it will be a dismemberment. I have a tongue like a machete and the will to use it. Do not tempt me.

  A few days ago, I emailed Doug Farris privately. In light of Tony's juvenile frothing, I will now share that email with the list. You'll find it below my signature. Make of it what you will. It sums up my sentiments exactly.

  Joan Opyr/Auntie Establishment
  www.joanopyr.com

  From: Joan Opyr
  To: Doug Farris
  Subject: The root of your bitterness

  What kids, Doug? The kids I love. The kids I care for. The kids for whom I've been saving for college since the day they were born. The kids who know me as a devoted stay-at-home mom. The children of my heart and my soul. There's more to family than biology, Doug. Much, much more. I'm sorry that you seem incapable of understanding that. I'm sorry that you find it appropriate or even funny to be cruel to minor children who have never and would never do you or your children any harm. I'm sorry you have so little in common with the Christ you say you worship.

  I'm going to leave you alone now, Doug. In truth, I feel sorry for you. Your world is so sadly small and circumscribed. You seem to know nothing of charity, of generosity, or of kindness. You seem to know nothing of love. You must feel so insecure, so alone, and so fundamentally empty. Kicking you is like kicking the air. You're a high wind with nothing to blow.

  I'm doing you a mitzvah, Doug. I'm forgiving you. And now, I'll forget you.

  Shalom,
  Joan

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