Tagged “bitch”

“The Bitchstate and the Transcendental No”

Every free society has to have and maintain the ability to say no to proposed or mandated insanities. The progressive idea of liberty is that your daughter can continue to go to the bathroom of her choice, just so long as the sad pervert gets to go into all of them. As long as the ultimate authority for saying yes or no to anything lies within that society, in the opinions, lusts, and kinks of its own members, we will never be able to say no to the regnant, pregnant insanities. The bitchstate is about to bequeath to us a teeming litter of idiot puppies. You think things are bad now?
Douglas Wilson

“the bitch goddess”

Every unprincipled vote, offerred to the bitch goddess of the state on the left, or the bitch goddess of pragmatism on the soft right, or the bitch goddess of ideology on the libertarian right, was simply thrown away. Professing Christians who voted for Obama were either confusedly or rebelliously heaping up judgment for all of us. Christians on the right who voted for Romney for no other reason than that he was ‘electable’ found out that he was not as electable as all that. And Christians who voted for absolute ideological purity (which is, remember, a form of impurity) found out that that kind of purity wasn’t in the running.
Douglas Wilson

“way to miss the redemptive moment, bitch”

Say that somebody orchestrates a great ‘taking offense offensive,’ and that somebody else answers them with wit and fire. If a bassoon player in the orchestra of offense shows up in the comments section of their blog and expresses a sentiment along the lines of ‘way to miss the redemptive moment, bitch,’ one may begin to suspect that redemptive moments weren’t actually their central interest. The lesson we can take away from Mark 5 is that people who ooze compassion one moment and erupt with unbridled scorn the next are on somebody’s payroll.
Douglas Wilson

Repost: “slapping the bitch around to put her in her place”

This quote first went up on October 24, 2015; I’m reposting it because of the similarity between this quote and the previous (“If Ray Rice had been more musical, and had treated his bitch like they all sing about”). A pattern has emerged:

Suppose we went out and found some old school missionary who wanted to insist on the missionary position for everybody. Without defending his views, I nevertheless guarantee that he would be mercilessly harangued as an oppressor of women, and a hazard to the public weal. However, comma, if that same man changed direction suddenly, lurching, shall we say, and started writing about fur-lined handcuffs, blindfolds, and slapping the bitch around to put her in her place, we could probably find a place for him on the New York Times best seller list. And if he got himself some bling and an over-sized white windbreaker, shot a few people, and put a seething hatred of women into metrical rhyme, we could probably get him an invite to an Obama fundraiser.
Douglas Wilson

Thursday, April 7, 2016 |

“If Ray Rice had been more musical, and had treated his bitch like they all sing about”

This latter problem is a profound intellectual schizophrenia. We lionize and honor certain behaviors when there is a strong bass line and red carpet swagger, but then are shocked and horrified when someone actually does what we have been busy honoring. If Ray Rice had been more musical, and had treated his bitch like they all sing about, and stayed away from elevator cameras, he could making his reservations for a glitzy Hollywood awards banquet now. He could be a major Democratic donor.
Douglas Wilson

“slapping the bitch around to put her in her place”

Suppose we went out and found some old school missionary who wanted to insist on the missionary position for everybody. Without defending his views, I nevertheless guarantee that he would be mercilessly harangued as an oppressor of women, and a hazard to the public weal. However, comma, if that same man changed direction suddenly, lurching, shall we say, and started writing about fur-lined handcuffs, blindfolds, and slapping the bitch around to put her in her place, we could probably find a place for him on the New York Times best seller list. And if he got himself some bling and an over-sized white windbreaker, shot a few people, and put a seething hatred of women into metrical rhyme, we could probably get him an invite to an Obama fundraiser.
Douglas Wilson