Of course, she could, if she’d stop being a slut, but that’s impossible for millennial progs.
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So Muslims in the West are still defending their founder’s marriage of a six-year-old girl, and consummation when she was age nine…
Their worldview is not compatible with ours.
It’s as simple as that.
They’re getting so bold, aren’t they?
I think the only sensible reply to this is Deus Vult.
“Silence is consent.”
The feminists say nothing.
This completely contradicts the notion of consent, which is a positive construct that must be actively given, in all law, so I would question the translation of that word. It must mean something else, Islam knows no such thing as consent. There is only its meaning, ‘submission’. Submission is never consensual, it is coerced. Coercion is like blackmail in another signed (non-marital) contract, it vitiates consent, it becomes invalid. One must be free to consent.
Lying about the conjoined medical phenomena of menstruation and puberty is another strike against reason.
This entire sham of a religion is merely an excuse for war. No other religion is warmongering. It is totally incompatible with the West and its culture and people.
Let us consummate the revolution! [Guest opinion.] I am a nice-looking, youngish high-school teacher (of English, if you must know), and almost every year at least one underage girl will make it clear to me that she would like to have sex with me. Or would like to do whatever this generation says isn’t sex, but which my father’s generation thought was.
I always turn these sweet offers down. I am not eager to lose my job and never be able to work in any school system again except in Thailand. I am not eager to lose my family. I am not eager to go to prison. I am not eager to spend my golden years with neighbors who are warned that a sex-criminal crouches slavering in their midst. And I am not eager to be questioned every time there’s an AMBER Alert.
But I do wonder … I am forbidden by law to enjoy the company of these girls in ways that would be — well, at least not illegal — in just a few short years. This strikes me as age-discrimination. And not only that, but I am required by law to engage in age-discrimination.
The girls are encouraged by law to engage in age-discrimination, since they may cavort freely with lads their own age who may be just using them for rough exploratory purposes, whereas I am gentle and experienced. They are deemed wise enough and mature enough to choose young partners, and (unbeknownst to their parents) to obtain medications and devices to support their cavorting, as well as (also unbeknownst to their parents) surgeries should the medications or devices fail or be left forgotten at a girlfriend’s home. But the law wishes them to discriminate against me. Solely on the basis of their age, they are deemed not to be wise enough or mature enough to cavort with me.
Surely, this is a situation that cannot long endure in our discrimination-sensitive age. Love equality will surely make its force felt soon. Perhaps someone from the Cato Institute will take the lead. None of us is getting any younger. [Arnold Zeck] Ω
Spot on, and funny. The laws regarding age of consent are not reason-based but purely emotion-based.
An interesting story at BBC’s Magazine:
There’s a shortage of women in the Faroe Islands. So local men are increasingly seeking wives from further afield – Thailand and the Philippines in particular.
There are now more than 300 women from Thailand and Philippines living in the Faroes. It doesn’t sound like a lot, but in a population of just 50,000 people they now make up the largest ethnic minority in these 18 islands, located between Norway and Iceland.
In recent years the Faroes have experienced population decline, with young people leaving, often in search of education, and not returning. Women have proved more likely to settle abroad. As a result, according to Prime Minister Axel Johannesen, the Faroes have a “gender deficit” with approximately 2,000 fewer women than men.
This, in turn, has lead Faroese men to look beyond the islands for romance. Many, though not all, of the Asian women met their husbands online, some through commercial dating websites. Others have made connections through social media networks or existing Asian-Faroese couples.
For the new arrivals, the culture shock can be dramatic.
“When our son Jacob was a baby, I was at home all day with no-one to talk to,” she says.
“The other villagers are older people and mostly don’t speak English. People our age were out at work and there were no children for Jacob to play with. I was really alone. When you stay at home here, you really stay at home. I can say I was depressed. But I knew it would be like that for two or three years.”
Then, when Jacob started kindergarten, she began working in catering and met other Thai women.
“That was important because it gave me a network. And it gave me a taste of home again.”
Krongrak Jokladal felt isolated at first, too, when she arrived from Thailand. Her husband Trondur is a sailor and works away from home for several months at a time.
She started her own Thai massage salon in the centre of Torshavn. “You can’t work regular hours with a baby, and although my parents-in-law help out with childcare, running the business myself means I can choose my hours,” she says.
It’s a far cry from Krongrak’s previous job as head of an accountancy division in Thai local government.
Thai massage salon? Hmmm…
Kristjan Arnason recalls the effort his Thai wife Bunlom, who arrived in the Faroes in 2002, put into learning the language.
“After a long day at work she would sit reading the English-Faeroese dictionary,” he says. “She was extraordinarily dedicated.”
“I was lucky,” Bunlom adds. “I told Kristjan that if I was moving here he had to find me a job. And he did, and I was working with Faeroese people in a hotel so I had to learn how to talk to them.”
So, these Asian brides them yellow-fever men sought are manifestly NOT becoming homemakers, but are working outside the home… Not so traditional, then…
But Antonette Egholm, originally from the Philippines, hasn’t encountered any anti-immigrant sentiment. I met her and her husband as they moved into a new flat in Torshavn.
“People here are friendly, she explains, “and I’ve never experienced any negative reactions to my being a foreigner. I lived in metro Manila and there we worried about traffic and pollution and crime. Here we don’t need to worry about locking the house, and things like healthcare and education are free. At home we have to pay. And here you can just call spontaneously at someone’s house, it’s not formal. For me, it feels like the Philippines in that way.”
“We actually need fresh blood here,” he adds, “I like seeing so many children now who have mixed parentage. Our gene pool is very restricted, and it’s got to be a good thing that we welcome outsiders who can have families.”
He acknowledges that he’s had occasional ribbing from some male friends who jokingly ask if he pressed “enter” on his computer to order a wife. But he denies he and Antonette have encountered any serious prejudice as a result of their relationship.
Well, isn’t that what he did? Got himself an email-order bride? Why wouldn’t he get teased thus?
“Look,” she says, as we step into the garden overlooking the fjord. “Jacob plays next to the beach. He is surrounded by hills covered in sheep and exposed to nature. And his grandparents live just up the road. There is no pollution and no crime. Not many kids have that these days. This could be the last paradise on earth.”
Easy to see the appeal of an isolated first world land to the Thai and Filipina newcomers; easy to see the appeal of any women, particularly mostly apparently grateful ones, to lonely local men with decreased options since their own women have left them, no doubt seeking more alpha men abroad (and work, not being traditionalist).
But while currently only 0.6% of the population, that’s sure to grow.
And no doubt, for good and/or ill, they will change the Faroe Islands.
Is the tolerance and diversity crowd really as tolerant and diverse as they claim?
Consider this story from the Washington Free Beacon about the Free Speech bus created by the National Organization for Marriage.
A bus with social conservative slogans denouncing transgenderism was vandalized Thursday in New York City by trans activists.
[…][T]he bus never left New York. The National Organization for Marriage announced Thursday that the bus had been defaced by angry activists wielding hammers.
Oh, such hate speech! Much offended. Only hammers could fix this problem of other people having different opinions than the secular left extremists.
They even attacked the driver:
National Organization for Marriage president Brian Brown told USA Today that the driver of the bus tried to stop the vandals, but was tackled by one of the activists.
Newsbusters also reported on the mainstream media’s coverage of the attack:
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Mike Kydd is the poor man’s Steven Galloway — not a famous author; not a professor-cum-department head, but rather a lowly, un-tenured instructor; not particularly powerful.
Yet Kydd and Galloway both have been brought to ruin by adult female contemporaries and former students with whom the men had a consensual sexual relationship that then retrospectively morphed into various misconduct complaints against them.
While the investigation report commissioned by the University of British Columbia in the Galloway case hasn’t been made fully public — making it difficult to know with certainty precisely what the findings were — Postmedia has managed to confirm many significant details about Kydd’s case.
Details at the link; all too typical a tale…
I don’t know why male profs keep foolishly having relationships with their female students, when over and over again, this sort of thing occurs.
Learn from what happens to others, idiots! And don’t repeat their mistakes.
P.S. I’m not victim-blaming here – if you think that, then you’re thinking like a feminist – but simply pointing out that, deplorable as the misandrist double standards are, one can avoid being victimized by thinking with one’s big head (and conscience) and not one’s little one. That’s all.