Throw Man-Hating Mothers Under the Bus

"Nonchaloir"

John Singer Sargent

1911

All text sourced from

The Unknown History of MISANDRY

 FACTS which contradict what is taught in the universities and which even run counter to the assumptions made by critics of misandry.

 

Among my acquaintances is a piteous old man, who is dying of a broken heart because his wife has alienated the affections of his only child from him.

 

 

This father belongs in the ranks of those who earn their bread by the sweat of their brows. Life has been hard to him, but the one rose that has bloomed along his arid pathway has seen his little daughter, and he has found no toil too hard to keep her soft and safe, no sacrifices too great to make to give her a fine education.

 

 

While the girl was little she was a joy to him as she cuddled in his arms and pressed her rosy little cheek to his worn one, but as she has grown older her mother has weaned her away from her father and taught her to look with contempt upon him, so that now she treats him with coldness and neglect, and pays him not so much attention as she would to a faithful old workhorse.

 

 

And it has turned the father’s world to dust and ashes.

 

 

One would think that a woman who turns her children against their father and robs him of their love must be a fiend incarnate. She would be if she committed the crime deliberately, but she does it without realizing what a terrible thing she is doing, or how far-reaching and disastrous are its consequences.

 

 For many other women are guilty of this same offense. Occasionally a mother weans her children away from their father through a morbid jealousy. She wants to be all in all to them. She cannot bear for them to love anyone else, not even their father, as well as they love her. She is filled with torturing fear that they may even prefer their father to her, as children often do if left to follow unhampered their own impulses."

 

 

Dorothy Dix, “Teaching Children to Despise Father.” syndicated (Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.),

Sep. 14, 1919, part III, p. 28

 

 

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Mother is so determined that her children shall love her best and regard her as the source of all their pleasures that she does father the great injustice of making him appear a hard and grinding tyrant, or a tightwad, or a killjoy who doesn’t make any effort to make the children happy. Mother doesn’t teach the children to go at once to their father for what they want in the sure belief that if he can possibly grant their requests he will do so.

 

 

She represents herself as the intermediary who persuades him into gratifying the children's wishes. "I'll see if I can't persuade your father to let you go.” “I’ll try to get your father to give it to you,” et cetera, et cetera. And so poor father gets none of the reward and love and gratitude from his children that he has earned by his endless sacrifices for them.

Dorothy Dix, “Fathers Have Right to Love of Children; Dorothy Dix Says That Jealousy Endangers Home Life,” syndicated, The Fresno Bee (Ca.), Feb. 20, 1936, 7-A

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Once in a while one meets a mother with sufficient sense of fairness to realize that because she can’t get along with her child’s father, this constitutes no reason why there should not be devotion between the father and child. Ordinarily, however, one finds the feminine parent doing everything in her power to poison the child’s mind against the other parent. The mind poisoning goes on at a vicious rate when father and mother have come to the parting of ways.  And it goes on in ratio to the mother’s own fault in the domestic upheaval. Women have a remarkable penchant for absolving themselves from every particle of blame in the event of domestic strife. Regrettably, when the man has taken all he can stand and departs, sympathy is on the woman’s side, no matter what her status as a wife and parent.

 

 

[Doris Blake, “Mother Is Unfair to Poison Child’s Mind Against Dad,” Chicago Daily Tribune (Il.), Mar. 9, 1936, p. 17]

 

 

 

Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and she’s rotten
She lies in her bed
With eyes wide open.
Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.
Where, where? Up in the air
Sellin’ black puddens a penny a pair.

Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and forgotten,
She lies in a grave with her bones all-rotten;

Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.

 

 

Further Resources:

A Voice for Men

Humanist Counter-theory in the Age of Misandry 

 

St Bega's Blessing

Lisa Marie Svensk
Vasilisa The Beautiful
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Open your hand and let an angel land.

A fairy is blessing you with a curious

And devoted tickling march.
 

Being amazed and grateful is respect.

Being loving and caring is the sound

She loves hearing coming out of your

Heart.

 

Dont be sad for her and the world.

Be like her who gave up weeping,

Millions of years ago

And worked herself to death.

Just so that she could walk on your

Caring hands someday.

~ Words by Christian Tatonetti

Source: Bees and Love

Sacred Archetypes: Concubine

Armless Concubine

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First at all: to be a Concubine is a status. And sometimes many really beautiful women cannot get rid of this status ..."concubine". They want to marry and dream about an obliging relationship. But somehow they cannot achieve. Sometimes the dream becomes true and a concubine has a wedding.

 

This marriage goes wrong very fast.

 

Then she keeps on living: either as a lover of a man who cannot or does not want to marry her, maybe she becomes the playmate of a bonded man, on the border of an unfamiliar marriage.

 

How can you recognize your “status as a concubine?”

•  Are there many men interested in you and your body, but without interest to make a commitment or even marry you?

• Men’s reaction towards you is full of fire and they cherish you a lot. But there are, besides you, always other women in their lives.

• Did you realize that all men you fancy are either married of bond somehow?

 

• Are you vulnerable to becoming involved with men who weep on your shoulder. They talk about their unhappy marriage and cherish your openness and your apprehension over all.

 

All these men have something in common: They are not free! None of them you will get.

 

 

Unconsciously you keep on choosing those men, who do not really want to get involved with you.

Maybe you live passing full relationships  consciously. Than you have turned the lance. And – even if you never use contraception, you never got pregnant.  [read more here]

 

 

Or the men have "tied the knot" - as in - had a vasectomy!

 

 

 

Al Dente

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Ms Toohey. Welcome back, we missed you.

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Sue would have been happy for others to analyse her astrological data

According to the Stoics, all things in the universe obeyed the same laws of Fate and had a cosmic sympathy. The Babylonians and Egyptians, who both had a strong belief in Fate and cosmic sympathy, and an understanding that the same physical laws would apply to heavenly bodies as to earthly bodies, were the first to develop the thema mundi. However, the Stoics were among the first who formalised it into their doctrine. The fundamental principle is that at the beginning of the world all planets started their journeys from a particular position in the heavens. These planets will periodically return to that position marking destruction and renewal and the coming of the new age. According to Rupert Gleadow, the doctrine of the Great Year stated that when the universal conjunction that was present at the creation of the world was repeated, there would come a restoration of all things – a return of the Golden Age. 

 Chrysippus makes the Stoic position explicit:

The Stoics say that when the planets return to the same point in longitude and latitude, where each was at the beginning when the cosmos was first formed, at specific periods of time they bring about a conflagration and destruction of the world, and then return the cosmos to the same state. When the stars are brought back to the same position everything that happened in the previous period is repeated in exactly the same way. There will again be a Socrates and a Plato and everyone else along with the same friends and fellow-citizens; the same things will happen to them and they will do the same things again, and every city and village and field will return. The restoration of the whole occurs not once, but many times – indeed without end into infinity… There will be nothing strange compared with what happened before, but all will be exactly the same right down to the smallest detail. Quoted in M.R. Wright – Ancient Astrology

Sourced by Sue Toohey [1961-2007]
for Skyscript
 

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Sue Toohey, in her recent life, was a Banana Bender, a Homeopath and an Astrologer who held (like a stinky nappy) an Arts degree with majors in history and philosophy. She was engaged in pursuing a doctorate in Classics, History and Religion before she was rudely interrupted by Death.  Sue was passionate about the history of astrology and religious thought in the Middle Ages and Renaissance periods.  Bit like how Aussies thought in the 1960s and 1970s - and still do, out the back of the Black Stump.

A swag of grouse articles that Sue wrote for Skyscript

The Important Life and Tragic Death of Hypatia - 2003

Elizabeth I, the Virgin Queen - August 2004

John Dee: The Inspired Melancholic - October 2004

The Influence of Marsilio Ficino - October 2005

Isaac Newton and the Ocean of Truth - July 2003

Ingresses: An Introduction to Mundane Astrology - with Deb Houlding & Tom Callanan

Albertus Magnus and Prognostication by the Stars  - October 2006

The Individual and the Cosmos - pdf file, 2005

Game On

 

Between Two Women

Members of the Australian Women's Land Army
tending opium poppies..

The 1919 Restoration of Pre-War Practices Bill took jobs away from working-class women while middle-class women benefited from the Sex Disqualification Removals Act (for the professions).  Skilled women’s occupations like arc-welding were taken by men even when the technique was completely new.

The effect of war work was to demonstrate that women were capable of many tasks; it did not demonstrate that they should do them.  One female occupation changed by war was domestic service.  There were as many servants as before but service had changed; far fewer lived in or worked in large households.  Overall, women contributed a substantial amount to the wartime economy especially in mechanised mass production factories making munitions.     

Munitions workers got the most attention partly because there is so much more historical material for looking at their experience, partly because they received it at the time.

Manual work for women also evolved in peacetime as mass production in light industries, food and clothing expanded using the experience of war work.  The war had shown women capable of great sacrifice in the name of a wider community than the household, a ‘higher form of motherhood in the factory’.

Women themselves talk proudly of their war contribution to this day.  The war became like military service for men, a time out of a working life, distinct and different.

Extract source

Originally published 17 Oct 2013 12:37 AM

Tigers in the Bottom of the Garden

Mexican Shell Flowers

 

 

Mental Cases

Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight?
Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows,
Drooping tongues from jaws that slob their relish,
Baring teeth that leer like skulls’ tongues wicked?
Stroke on stroke of pain, -- but what slow panic,
Gouged these chasms round their fretted sockets?
Ever from their hair and through their hand palms
Misery swelters. Surely we have perished
Sleeping, and walk hell; but who these hellish?

 

                       

These are men whose minds the Dead have ravished.
Memory fingers in their hair of murders,
Multitudinous murders they once witnessed.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.
Always they must see these things and hear them,
Batter of guns and shatter of flying muscles,
Carnage incomparable and human squander
Rucked too thick for these men’s extrication.

 

                       

Therefore still their eyeballs shrink tormented
Back into their brains, because on their sense
Sunlight seems a bloodsmear; night comes blood-black;
Dawn breaks open like a wound that bleeds afresh
- Thus their heads wear this hilarious, hideous,
Awful falseness of set-smiling corpses.
- Thus their hands are plucking at each other;
Picking at the rope-knouts of their scourging;
Snatching after us who smote them, brother,
Pawing us who dealt them war and madness.

 

                       

–Wilfred Owen 

 

Dear Grandma..............

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God bless the cakes and bless the jam;

Bless the cheese and the cold boiled ham:

Bless the scones Aunt Jeannie makes,

And save us all from bellyaches.

Amen

 



Twelve: Doubting Thomas

Water-Dreamers

Kerang Floods 2011

Victoria

The following account of a big tribal fight, although believed by many, was never regarded as authentic by the late Mr Peter MacPherson, one of the best-informed and most reliable authorities on Donald's early history.

The story is that in 1854 the most terrible tribal fight recorded in this district was held on the banks of the Richardson River on the site now owned and used by Mr W.H. Gray for grazing purposes. One evening three Donald blacks were hunting emus along the banks of the river, when they saw a tribe of Avoca blacks making camp further up the river. They at once warned their companions and got ready for battle.  That night when their enemies had retired for the night and had their fires out, they attacked them, killing 500 out of 501.  The slaughtered blacks were buried where they were killed.

 

 

 

“Mimi Spirit Hunting Ngurrudu (Emus)” 

Artist Peter Nabarlambarl

Regularly, once a year, five or six hundred black met on the banks of the Richardson, on the site now used for a football ground, to hold a corroboree.  One of the blacks, "Johnny" was more civilized than the rest. Whenever he heard that any of his tribe were going to harm the white people, we would go "on the quiet" and tell Mr Donald. For that reason Mr Donald presented him and his lubra with a brass plate and titled them "King Johnny" and "Queen Mary".


The brass plate afterwards descended to another black called Big Bob, or Murdering Bob, as he was called, because he was so treacherous. He was the biggest black in his tribe and the most savage. One night he went into a hut and killed an old shepherd. Most of the huts in those days had holes all round the walls because the blacks would sometimes set fire to them by throwing fire-sticks on the roof.

Hoary Sunray

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If the hut-keepers felt at all suspicious they would fire a shot out of one of the holes several times during the night to scare the blacks away. King Anthony was the next "king". He was also very treacherous, and killed another black named Davie, and three lubras. He died a few years ago. As the ground was taken up by white people, the blacks became more civilized, and learned to work on the different stations.

Cypress

Guadalupe River, Texas

The St Arnaud "Mercury" of March 1875, states:~

 

John I, King of Banyenong, visited St Arnaud, armed with two boomerangs and half a dozen spears. He walked down Napier Street shaking hands with everyone who accosted him. He claimed all

the young men as countrymen, and was particularly anxious to know if they had a "bob" in their pockets.

Extract from The Donald Times 1875-1925
Complete History of the Past Fifty Years.........Maybe

 

Twelve: Simon Says

Fair is foul and foul is fair

But the spirit of the depths said:

“No one can or should halt sacrifice. Sacrifice is not destruction, sacrifice is the foundation stone of what is to come … You should carry the monastery in yourself . The desert is within you. The desert calls you and draws you back … Truly; I prepare you for solitude.”

After this, my humanity remained silent. Something happened to my spirit, however, which I must call mercy.


There is only one way and that is your way. You seek the path, I warn you away from my own. It could also be the wrong way for you.

One eye of the Godhead is blind, one ear of the Godhead is deaf,
the order of its being is crossed by chaos.

 

The Red Book: Liber Primus

Prologue

 

 

 

 

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