Showcase Pharyngula Act Suffers Severe Make-Up Malfunction

Whoops…did someone just fart? Or has Cyberots let yet another one off over the already much-polluted blogosphere? Does that impress us much? Sadly, No.

http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/38700.html

I mean, don’t get me wrong, it would be excrutiatingly laughable were it not such a pathetic attempt to address such a serious subject.

For starters, obsessively featuring virtually every sentence of a piece you’re attempting to critique

we, as readers, find so monotonously tiresome

that we definitely see this going in one direction only

(i.e. a downward spiral)

which can only spell disaster

a frenetic, incessant natter natter natter which does one’s head in resulting in rapid, widespread alienation amongst your audience…or worse still…will result in you…

ending up like David Margarine of Pharynguloid fame

Yech.

Whilst it may be the dogs bollocks to the degenerate, squirmingly sychophantic fans who have little better to do with their days than regularly frequent the Sadblog, we at Beckytranssexual are nevertheless left marvelling that there are still sick people out there who obviously don’t realise that there are sites like liveleak available which cater specifically for those who want to watch somebody die on the internet. So painfully.

So, while such ignorance amongst your regularship lasts, rejoice, rejoice…and enjoy yourself as your perpetual ever-enlarging ego is massaged by the hopelessly brainwashed disciples of your adoring pharyngularsed fan club.

Yet, having read the dire, semi-literate, pitifully-constructed, incoherant rant (linked to above), all we at BeckyT can advise is don’t give up the day job, kimosabe; (although from what the grapevine tells us it looks like pretty soon you won’t have to – as the day job is more likely to give up on you;)

Still, those of us in the sane world, Cyberots, are left wondering if you actually really do believe that you’re anything other than just another fraudulent coward with verbal diaorrhea who gets off by hiding, lard-arsed behind a computer screen all day playing the tough guy by ejaculating anonymous, misogynistic hate-filled messages to women and girls over teh interweb, threatening to ‘kick their fucking cunt in’ – or other such pleasantries?

I mean, seriously: you’ve created such an all-encompassing aura of phantasmagorical bullcrap around you now, do you even believe in yourself anymore, you fakeocrat, you?! Fear naught; for if you don’t then you are most certainly not alone. As here at Beckytranssexual, neither do we…

Some professor guy in america’s claimed that rape isn’t harmful so long as the victim is unconcious and has unsurprisingly raised a great deal of anger.

Over at *free*thoughtblogs, our very own “Cerberus” (definitely not one to be outdone) has decided to spring eagerly onto the bandwaggon revealing to the world one’s very own “rape” experience which occurred when an unnamed man wanked himself off in the Cerb’s vicinity during a crowded convention panel (*at this point, we here at Beckytranssexual will graciously afford PZ Myers the benefit of the doubt and refrain from automatically assuming t’was him), brutally dashing Cerb’s chances of ever enjoying convention panels (crowded or otherwise) in one’s entire lifetime ever again, ever:

My rape. My rape. The day some man decided that he had so little to fear from social backlash that it was perfectly okay to rape me in a crowded convention panel, rubbing himself off while I froze dead in shock and confusion.

Let me make that clear. My rapist felt comfortable raping me in public, surrounded by people because he knew he would suffer no consequence for it. That because he did not “penetrate” me, many would view the harm as “minimal” including his victim and thus he’d be able to “get away with it” with a boon for him (orgasm) and no harm, no foul to anyone else.
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And leaving off that last, little bit. He was right.

HE. WAS. RIGHT.

When he was done and I was left confused and surreal in a location I was previously enjoying. When I had an experience, a panel I was genuinely excited for ruined and possibly in a way that will spoil any chance of enjoying convention panels fully again.

I shook his fucking hand *(editor’s comment: eeughwww!) and let him go about his day.

Even if I wanted to do something now or even later that evening, it was far too late. I didn’t have his name, just the scars of what he did to me. What he took from me. And how that makes it so I have to constantly press one side of my body against beds and couches just so I can’t feel him there for a short while.

http://freethoughtblogs.com/dispatches/2013/04/02/professor-rape-is-okay-if-woman-is-unconscious/

Of course, me being so notoriously ‘mentally unstable and desperately in need of mental health professional’, I’m sure I could never have dealt with the aftermath of such a devastating event in such a rational, level-headed way as Cerb did and now does, as related above.

However, according to Cerb’s definition of the shocking abominable crime which is rape, I myself have worked out that I must have been raped at least four times in my lifetime (been groped three times – though not on the same day:) – and caught sight of two lads wanking themselves off in class when I was a wee schoolgirlie) Then there was the time the drunk guy went to grab me from behind but fell short of my derriere flat out onto the floor and the other drunk guy who asked me if I wanted to do it ‘doggie style’ in the bus station when I was coming home from work one night a few years’ ago and then tried to grab me who I literally had to push away – resulting in him also falling over. Yup, so I guess that’s two attempted. Then there was the kid who right through school was always mocking me and catcalling myself and my friends gawking at us obsessively with his macho mates as we played our merrie ‘girlie’ games, yet who then at the very end of our school careers suddenly grabbed me at the leaving party (I still resist calling it a ‘prom’) and wielding a sprig of misteltoe above our heads gave me one smacker of a kiss. (No, I didn’t slap him – I just stared, astonished and dazed).

Point is though, that all of these things that happened to me were at least equal to the one, single cataclysmic event which Cerberus so melodramatically bewails as ‘my rape’, yet would anyone with a sense of proportion regard them as equivalent to rape. No, absolutely, NO! Sexual harassment – yes – and it’s the sexual harassment that hardly anyone escapes during their lifetime, especially (but by no means exclusively) if they happen to be female. I have no idea what the ‘culture’ is where Cerberus comes from, but catcalling, wolf-whisting, bum-pinching, groping, drunk guys exposing themselves to you and general, uninitiated sexual attention from complete strangers are an everyday fact of life for people – especially women and girls – where I’m from.

In no way am I condoning this sexual harassment but for someone to compare a guy openly, even brazenly, wanking off his cheesy fuckstick in front of you as equivalent to rape together with the life-changing aftermath that you live with when you have been raped, is extremely insulting to real rape victims.

…And would this be the same Cerberus whom, hours prior to mounting this supposedly politically un-impeachable moral high horse, somewhat cowardly hiding behind the pseudonym of ‘Nym’, addressed the following little ‘gem’ of misogyny to me on the Sadly No! blog when confronted over transphobia and cyberbullying last Saturday?

Nym said,
April 7, 2013 at 0:15
Ease up becky before your pink parts (however they are formed) start to look like the legendary Play-Doh and bacon…

http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/38686.html

Well, doesn’t that make you big, hard, tough and strong, eh? I kind of feel resentful when the privileged assume that creating an aura of ‘liberalism’ and paying patronising lip-service in order to create a veneer of faux-concern for women, minorities and people poorer, more vulnerable than themselves, then gives them some automatic, unlimited first-class ticket to use racist, misogynistic, homophobic, ableist and transphobic foul hate terms and language.

But then, hey! ‘Kick me in the cunt, mutilate my vagina to mush unless you hold thy tongue wench’ (plus throw in some immaturely dickish references to bacon in a fail attempt to be shockingly anti-semitic for good measure); well, I bet you say that to all the girls, eh?

…And that might just go some way to explaining why you’re rooted to your computer every saturday night. What a charmer!

*Ps. And, if there *really* is/was a man attending ‘convention panels’ who “raped” you then he is a danger to other students/attendees and it is/was your duty to report him, Cerberus. You should name him NOW, right here on teh interweb in public. Try showing some genuine concern for the safety and well-being of others instead of the sickening, yes ridiculously vomit-inducing, faux-concern you perpetually display online in furtherance of your own self-interests; i.e. chiefly the enlargement of your own ego. But, this isn’t all about you, y’know! So go ahead; now’s your golden chance to name, shame and report him to the police – and if not, why won’t you? What ya waitin’ for…?;)

q. which one’s the pussy?

˙ssɐ uɐ s,ǝuo ɹǝɥʇo ǝɥʇ ‘ʇɥƃıɹ ǝɥʇ uo ǝuo ǝɥʇ ˙ɐ

http://jprestonian.blogspot.co.uk/

Here on Beckytranssexual in-between destroying, cutting up, mashing up and roasting up mouldy olde transphobes, homophobes, misogynists and chauvinists, (*not to mention slicing off the odd Nazi frankfurter), we do appreciate a bit of culture now and again, don’t we people?

So, here it is: some poetry that I found on Youtube. Now, don’t say Miss Becky never gave you nuffink, you un-appreciatative unter-kulturvultures, you…tsssk

ACTION, SPECTACULAR!!!! Well yay for that.

*Ps…Now, if I’m a poet; I really don’t know it, hey?;)

Uh-oh…looks like old Atwatina Rage has thrown his rattle out of the pram again; winding himself up in knots with what appears to be some pathetic attempt to make excuses for the blatant transphobia and bigotry of him and his scummy chums over at the Pharyngularse blog a few years’ back:

http://aratina.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/transphobia-thread.html

Really now, haven’t you got anything better to do with your time, darling?

My day

October 25, 2012 at 9:42 am PZ Myers

Let me tell you about my day.

I’ve got a full schedule of labs, classes, and meetings today, and it’s advising week at UMM as well.

Late this afternoon, when my last class lets out, I’m bolting out the door and running for my car, and then in a squeal of burning rubber, racing for the airport. We had our first snow today. I estimate that I’ll arrive in Minneapolis sometime around the tail end of rush hour. I’m cutting it close.*

I’m flying to O’Hare. I arrive at about 10:30pm. My connecting flight to Nashville leaves at 7am. I have no idea what I’m going to do for 8½ hours. Maybe rewrite my talk.

I arrive in Nashville at 8:30am. I’m giving a talk at CSICon at 11:15am.

I’m explaining a difficult and fundamental topic in evolutionary biology: the role of chance. I just noticed that I have to do this in a half hour. I think I will be rewriting big chunks of my talk.

At 11:50am I intend to collapse somewhere.

The good news, though, is that finishing up my obligations early means I get to mostly relax and enjoy the weekend, and I really really need that. Except that I’m also bringing a stack of grading with me, and also have to prep a lecture for Monday (fortunately, the topic for that is regulation of cell division, and I know that stuff inside and out.**)

Anyway, all that just to let you know…posting may be light for the next 30+ hours. You can cope, right? Also, bonus: partying Friday and Saturday night, so maybe I can compensate with mildly inebriated posting (no drunk posting for me, I’m too old for that crap anymore.)

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* But have no fear, I won’t compromise on traffic laws. I shall get there safely or not at all!

** Wait, I know everything in this class inside and out — I still suffer in fussing over all the details.

http://freethoughtblogs.com/pharyngula/

Roger L. Griffith – Producer of Anti-Semitic Video. A very prejudiced man who sneered derisively at my ‘upbringing’ (i.e. my working-class Jewish family background) and contemptuously refers to mentally-handicapped people as “retards”.

Kalen Ockerman a.k.a. Mear One the ‘Michaelangelo of Graffiti’ – modest fellow, isn’t he?

Susan Aksu, associate and supporter of the other two, but with wannabee journalistic pretensions and a view that those who don’t believe there is an international Jewish conspiracy are “very naive”. Vacuous coward.

In 2007, Chief Rabbi Jonathan Sacks gave warning for the world to expect a ‘tsunami of anti-semitism’ as a result of the economic recession that we began entering into as the old spectre of conspiracy theories about Jewish people thirsted after by those looking for convenient scapegoats was sadly predictably likely to raise its head. Sadly it seems his prediction has been spot-on. Once again it’s clear to all but those in denial with their heads permanently stuck in the sand that Jewish people are being blamed for an economic recession that we had nothing to do with and which we are also victims of.

The three people pictured above – by curious happenchance, all well-off, well-educated wealthy west-coast americans were recently involved in producing a video which depicted a mural being painted by an artist known as Mear One (real name: Kalen Ockerman) which he claimed portrayed ‘white anglos and Jews, the Rothchilds, the banker cartels etc. etc. etc. ad nauseum(!)’ as being responsible for all the world problems and engaged around a chessboard table in a conspiracy to live of the backs of working classes as parasites. Notwithstanding the irony when we remind ourselves where the aforementioned recession actually started and thus the possibility that these three hey hey USA over-privileged knobheads might have been trying to take the heat off themselves…a cursory glance at one August Bebel could have warned them of the illusion that is the ‘fools’ socialism’ of anti-semitism had they only been smart enough to even be aware that he ever existed. Yet sigh, depressingly true to form, when posted up on youtube by Roger L. Griffith (who boasts online of also being an astrophysicist employed as a research scientist for NASA – yeah, right:) it drew one percent of criticism and 99 per cent of support with many of the comments congratulating Ockerman and Griffith with blatantly anti-Jewish far-right sentiment as words of encouragement.

What the three people above have ‘achieved’ has been to stir up even more anti-semitic hatred and lend credence to the far-right. They’ve played a key part in creating the very distortion that leads to heartbreaking acts of anti-Jewish vandalism like this:

Cowards who attack the dead: Vandalised Jewish Gravestone, Poland

The sort of mass murder atrocities that have taken place such as the next picture

Dachau, 1945 – does anything more need to be said?

…And most recently, the tragically heartbreaking murders of those innocents pictured below, that took place in Toulouse last year:

The hate that never goes away: Murdered because they were Jewish, Toulouse 2011

Now if it’s even possible that you can prise your selfish and arrogant self-consumed selves away from your own vain, ego-bloated arrogant reflections in the mirror, look into those children’s eyes below Roger L Griffith, Kalen Ockerman and Susan Aksu: and go ahead and tell us how much you’re proud of yourselves and your so-called ‘work’ and the political-economic capital that you’ve creamed off out of encouraging anti-semitism?

Nope, you’ll just sob about the ‘ignorance and bigotry’ and the ground-shaking injustice of those *hating* on your precious pleeze mural…and lap up all the sieg heil adoration from your legion of sick Nazi fans.

I discovered today that there is a company named EMC2 apparently claim that it is ‘where information lives’. Which is very apt considering the next blog entry which Becky T will write;)