Mensch is from Mars

Left at the Lights

What is Louise Mensch? Why is she? In my experience she is what most of Twitter would define as a troll, not the fun kind but the sort that has the ability to incite hatred and violence. I readily apply the word vile™ to her, as it describes her personality perfectly, vile narcissist that she is. Mensch is the kind of woman I hold up as an example of when it is our duty to fight another woman. She doesn’t qualify for sisterly solidarity just because she has the nerve to identify as a feminist, I am of the belief that right wing and equal rights for women do not mix (human rights cover women too y’know). If anything, Mensch, like all other power hungry upper class feminists is fighting to secure her own place at the oppressor’s table to the detriment of us all.

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Chauncey Devega fantasizes about black men shooting white men pre-emptively

The whole poem.

‘Twas on a winter’s morning,
The weather wet and wild,
Three hours before the dawning
The father roused his child;
Her daily morsel bringing,
The darksome room he paced,
And cried, ‘The bell is ringing,
My hapless darling, haste!’

‘Father, I’m up, but weary,
I scarce can reach the door,
And long the way and dreary, 
O carry me once more!
To help us we’ve no mother;
And you have no employ;
They killed my little brother, 
Like him I’ll work and die!’

Her wasted form seemed nothing,
The load was at his heart;
The sufferer he kept soothing
Till at the mill they part.
The overlooker met her,
As to her frame she crept,
And with his thong he beat her,
And cursed her as she wept.

Alas! What hours of horror
Made up her last day;
In toil, and pain, and sorrow,
They slowly passed away:
It seemed ‘ as she grew weaker,
The threads they oftener broke,
The rapid wheels ran quicker,
And heavier fell the stroke.

The sun had long descended,
But night brought no repose;
Her day began and ended
As cruel tyrants chose.
At length a little neighbour
Her halfpenny she paid,
To take her last hour’s labour,
While by her frame she laid.

At last, the engine ceasing,
The captives homeward rushed;
She thought her strength increasing
‘Twas hope her spirits flushed:
She left, but oft she tarried;
She fell and rose no more,
Till, by her comrades carried,
She reached her father’s door.

All night, with tortured feeling,
He watched his speechless child;
While, close behind her kneeling,
She knew him not, nor smiled.
Again the factory’s ringing
Her last perceptions tried;
When, from her strawbed springing,
‘ ‘Tis time!’ she shrieked, and died!

That night a chariot passed her,
While on the ground she lay;
The daughers of her master
An evening visit pay:
Their tender hearts were sighing,
As negro wrongs were told,
While the white slave lay dying
Who gained their father’s gold!

Contrasting Sanities

Permit me to dumb this down a little.

1. Biological variation within humanity (human bio-diversity aka HBD) and correlating cultural diversity may include diversity of psychological baseline health.
2. If this is true, then there may be psychological conditions that are healthy for an individual depending on that individual’s environment.
3. Such psychology would be adaptive for some conditions, and therefore sane, but mal-adapted for other conditions, and therefore insane.
4. Pre-modern human civilization would entail very limited variation in cultural environments, so sanity may be reasonably expected to be universal in our ancient and recents past, certain anomalies and idiosyncracies not withstanding, however; modern civilization entails such a degree of economic specialization, that a civilization norm for sanity may not be possible due to diversity of environments.
5. Taken to a futurist extreme, it is plausible that interdependent economic sub-cultures may develop within a civilization, each with various psychological norms for sanity.
6. The social movement in modern society generally called “progressive” appears blind to the apparent dichotomy required to promote a diverse society that simultaneously maintains a unified psychological norm.
7. It may be worthwhile for us – modern civilization – to explore what makes any particular psychology more or less adaptive, and shift focus awat from “correcting” psychologies that diverge from established norm.