[dropcap]I [/dropcap]am disappointed in men; men in the MRM in particular. Actually, disgusted is a better word. Here’s the deal. Since yesterday, there has been a critical news story out on the WWW that has to do with achieving long awaited equality for men. It is a story about a man, driven to the edge with abuse who finally takes action to reclaim his life and his dignity, and how the system now regards him as a criminal for that. Though the events still fall into the “alleged” category, here is what happened according to Goldcoast.com.au out of Australia.

44 year old Darryelle Arthur Dixon, a former Gold Coast security guard, had a girlfriend. Skank is probably a better way to describe her. She was a stripper. She was also a gold digging, cheating parasite according to Dixon. And let’s be honest here, men do not lie about these things.

Let’s be even more honest. He didn’t have to lie about it. The trollops own life, spent picking up dollar bills off dirty floors with the crack of her nasty ass in front of roomfuls of howling drunks is a testament to who she really is.

And she was using Dixon’s meager income to supplement her pointless life with boob jobs and hair extensions. She was also cheating on him. So, he did what any other normal man would do after so much abuse and humiliation at the hands of this low rent piece of garbage. He sliced up her tits.

Bad. Ass. [1]

Just delightful.[2]

Dixon paid for those implants, so he went to get them back. I am pretty much a pacifist, but I have to admit that I have always admired a man with enough estrogen to slice and dice a woman’s booberies.

But I am totally disappointed that after 24 hours of this story being available, I cannot find a single MRA who has stood up to support Dixon, whom we should, in reality, consider a hero – empowering men everywhere with his example.

Has feminism not taught us anything? Have they not taught us that violent attacks, when provoked for the right reason, are a valid, excusable statement against the evil system of oppression? Can’t we even get a good laugh?

Question: What do you tell a hooker with two sliced up breasts?

Answer: You don’t need to tell her anything. She’s already been told twice.

How do we know the bloody skeezer liked that joke? Because it left her in stitches! Hyuck-yuck-yuck!

Jesus, where the fuck is Sharon Osborne when you need her? Now, there’s a woman who would find the humor in this.

But just look at MRA’s. Not a word about this important story, not a snickering line or a hint of support from a single one of you. Goddam it, it seems like I have to do everything around here. Well, not as much as Mr. Dixon, but you get my point.

We are often accused by the more milquetoast and ineffectual around us of being just like feminists. We are always cautioned that we must not sink to their level, that we must not become like the enemy we face. Well, if it was not clear before, it should be now. We have, thank goodness, a long, long way to go before MRA’s can claim to be anything like feminists at all.

[1] Source

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