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by Anonymous User on Tuesday February 19, @03:12PM EST (#1)
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You're right to ask that question. I could find no reason in the article why they are specifically targeting men for DNA sampling. The apparent bias of this is appalling.
Scott
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by Anonymous User on Tuesday February 19, @03:36PM EST (#3)
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How long will it be until sex offenders begin planting other men's semen at crime scenes? It could be obtained by searching for soiled condoms near college dormotories or perhaps by robbing sperm banks. Or perhaps skin and hair samples taken from other men coudl be planted.
The big danger is that DNA is being treated as prima facie evidence. It's certianly powerful, but the flipside is that criminal could use it to commit crimes with impugnity--diverting the police from themselves and focusing their attention on innocent, soon to be wrongfully convicted males.
As a male, I find this prospect very disturbing. Time for us men to don burkas and fedoras lest anyone get ahold of our hair samples.
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I've often wondered how long it will be before the genfems start hauling all men and boys off to slave labor death camps. Now I'm beginning to wonder if they plan on turning the entire world into a slave labor death camp for males.
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I've often wondered how long it will be before the genfems start hauling all men and boys off to slave labor death camps. Now I'm beginning to wonder if they plan on turning the entire world into a slave labor death camp for males.
Yes, Thomas, I do believe you are starting to get it. Pheminism is a hate crime movement, and pheminist organizations are morally no different from the Ku Klux Klan and the Nazi party.
I just hope we soon stop behaving like Neville Chamberlain.
---- Burn, Baby, Burn ----
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Yes, Thomas, I do believe you are starting to get it. Pheminism is a hate crime movement, and pheminist organizations are morally no different from the Ku Klux Klan and the Nazi party.
Thomas understood that a long time ago, as do we all. What's your point?
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Thomas understood that a long time ago, as do we all.
Thanks, Nightmist/James. You're spot on with that one. I will add that, as you know, there are feminists and there are feminists (though that very word literally turns my stomach). Wendy is a gem.
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Semen not necessary. Hair fibres, clothing etc will do!
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Story taken from
http://www.a-team.org/d_info_c.html
It is hard to imagine that in the early 21st century being a male had become illegal. It is also hard to imagine that in less than 50 years things could change so much. They didn’t happen very fast. Our foremothers had to have laws enacted to have the men defeat themselves. They never knew what was happening until it was too late. Typical conduct was made criminal for men. Then laws were enacted that slowly ruled more and more men out of the work force till men were stripped of any political power. Men, in the late 20th century voted less and less while women voted more and more, until the male vote became totally irrelevant and women decided elections. Men, as they are wont to do, sat watching television swilling beer while the world changed around them. The men were oblivious to the danger till it was too late. The plan devised by the old elders of Female supremacy was one built on the philosophy of slowly boiling a frog to death. Cleverly devised sexual harassment laws made just about any act on the part of men actionable. Women used this to advance in the economic world, to seize power by inches. Then divorce laws were subtly changed to give women increasingly control over the male's remaining productiveness, and also getting laws passed that if a man were accused of domestic violence he could be stripped of most of his civil rights. This included his right to possess a gun. Stripping men of their guns was one of the most important steps possible. And this took more and more men off police agencies and even out of the military. Soon, even the Army was mostly controlled by women. And then all power was in women's hands. There used to be something called a "family" where women lived with men and had children. Science and the new feminist order changed all that. The male was found to be unnecessary for human reproduction. With all of the horrible atrocities committed by men against women, as our history books tell us, on one bright and sunny day the Grand Council of Feminist Elders of Amazonian America gathered to end the male tyranny of their male oppressors. To declare that males would no longer be tolerated. To declare that all men must die.
Our history books recount the valiant and sometimes bloody struggle that lasted almost a decade. Squads of the "Feminist Protection Forces" were forced to scour the countryside to find males who did not willingly come into the extermination centers. Millions of men, feeling deep shame for the guilt of their "species" did voluntarily come in to be mercifully put to death in public ceremonies televised nationally. Each man made a public apology for being male and confessed his thought and actual crimes against womankind before being decapitated. There were scattered instances of mutilation in the early days of the extermination program which history records as both understandable and justifiable after so many eons of male oppression. In one Indiana town, the Feminist Protection Forces cut the penises from the men before the public decapitations and forced women who had illegal contact with males, also to be executed, to eat the "hot dogs" before their executions.
A few men tried to fight, and many more ran to hiding places in the cities or the mountains. 90% of the male population had come in voluntarily during the first six months of the new republic. 90% of those who remained were caught and executed by the end of the first year. The 24th Amendment to the Constitution made it unlawful to be a male in America. There were those who argued that men should be kept as slaves to repay the horrible dark eons of oppression women had known for countless centuries. In the end, the Grand Council of Feminist Elders decided that men were too dangerous and had to be exterminated. Almost 150 million men died. A few escaped to other nations before our borders were sealed against contamination.
Our history tells us how men used to be. They would rape and beat women. Great prophets of the 20th Century told us of the utter depravity of men, but it took years for women to accept the truth as revealed by the great women of our history like Steinem, Smeal, Ireland, MacKinnon, Wilson, Wolf, Dworkin, Schulman, Polikoff, Chesler, and Weitzman. History tells us of some dangerous men who tried to say that their divinely inspired words were not true. Their works tell us how men used to be horrible beasts with absolutely nothing good about them. How they would beat their wives and children, starve their families while living like sultans, and force their wives and children to have perverse sex with them. If a woman tried to get divorced from a man, male judges would always give the children to the father so that he could exploit their earnings as slaves. Some weak and feeble-minded women would sometimes defend the men and claim that such things were men's rights. There were even a few Judas women who joined to help the men's secret societies to abuse women. These morally sick women had to be removed. Sex between a man and a woman was unnatural. "Cross-species sexual contact was outlawed. Female perverts were subjected to the death penalty. Only sex between women was legal. In fact it was mandatory! For a time a few elders thought that homosexual males could be spared the axe, but it was soon discovered that some real men were posing as faggots and secretly engaging in sex with pervert women. There were even a few women so bold as to allow themselves to be raped by faggots and become pregnant by them. The risk of birthing more male children was too much higher than the controlled conditions in the fertility centers. The fertility centers began as "Lesbian Sperm Banks" in the late 1970's as secret research on asexual reproduction was progressing. Public abortions were performed as a warning to the people. If a male fetus was discovered it became the target of public outrage. Women had some trouble hardening themselves to what had to be done to those fetuses that were in the third trimester of development. Hearing the cries of pain as the fetuses were dismembered on national television caused considerable pain for softer, weaker women. But all of this was necessary for an orderly society. Women must be resolute, our history books tell us.
Once the process of asexual reproduction became practical, there was no longer any need for women to suffer the indignity of male existence. No writer of history wanted to recount the disgusting and primitive method of reproduction, but they needed to show us how horrible things were as the lustful male forced himself on always unwilling women by lying on top of her and violating her private area.
I have never questioned the history books or the writings of the heroic 20th century prophets of the feminist state. Our universities have done volumes of research on the old troubles. It is clear that males served no useful purpose and they were thoroughly despicable. They were lazy, they were always cruel, and they were animals. Our religion teaches us that the Goddess made man first, and then she realized her mistake and made woman.
I never suspected that my mother was a pervert-criminal. I thought we lived in the mountains because she was reclusive, It was not until I was nearly eight that I even began to suspect the horrible truth. I had been raised as any other girl. My shoulder length hair flowed in the wind and my delicate body did not make the truth obvious even to me. I accidentally saw mother taking a shower. I noticed the difference in our bodies, and was curious. When I asked her if she had an accident or if she had lost her part in the war against men, she merely looked sick. She said that I must never speak about that subject ever again, and that when I was older she would explain.
When I reached twelve, the explanation did come as mother had promised. Mother confessed that she had committed an illegal act when she was a member of the Feminist Protection Forces years ago. She had captured a male in the wilderness, days away from the nearest town on foot. She had known the man from before, she told me. She thought she cared for him. They had sex and she let him go. I was the product. She said she was in "love". There is no such word in our dictionaries; at least I couldn't find it. Mother refused to tell me what it meant.
She said the man was my "Father". I do not know what a father is, that word also is not in our dictionaries. I did see that word once in a history book, but it didn't explain what it was except that they were evil people. Mother said the reason that I never knew him was that he had been caught by another feminist patrol a week later and executed as an illegal male. Mother said that she cried, but I don't know what that word means either.
On my 12th birthday, mother told me that I was indeed not a girl, but a male. At first I could not believe her. This was too impossible to be true. How could it be? I then realized that it was true, I became so overcome with shame that I threw up. I shook for days. I was angry with mother because I was male. I didn't ask to be. I knew I would be bad. I knew I would rape and hurt women. I was so ashamed. My mother was a criminal. I was illegal.
Mother said I must leave and go deep in the forest and never let a woman see me alive. She said she loved me, a term without meaning to me. She seemed desperate that I hide and live, although I never knew why. So at 12 I took the essentials packed by mother and left one dark night for the forest.
I found a cave I could use for shelter for the winter just a few days ahead. I learned to hunt for food. I had been in the woods almost a month when my worst fears were realized. I was terribly lonely and afraid. A young girl, lost from her friends tripped into my camp. It was very late at night. "Are you a hermit" she asked? "Yes, I replied!" Mother said that I must not allow anyone I met by chance to guess I was a male, or I would be hunted and killed. The winter snowstorm hit with all its fury that night. The entrance to my cave was blocked. We would have to spend several days together before we could get out. Over the next three years Amy would come to visit me in my cave whenever she could. We talked endlessly. She told me of the events in the society I had left behind.
I came to adore Amy. She was so kind. Strange feelings came over me. My male body was telling me male things. I had to keep them to myself. One day Amy asked me if I wanted to have sex with her. I was horrified! Sex between a male and a female was the most disgusting and perverted thing I could imagine. I could not soil Amy that way. I said "No!" I saw water come from Amy's eyes. "What are you doing" I asked? "Crying" Amy answered. So that is what crying is, I thought. "Why are you crying" I asked? "Because I want you and I love you" she answered.
Now this was clearly confusing. Here was another word that didn't exist.
"What is love" I asked? "It is something you feel inside" Amy answered. "Why don't you want to have sex with me" she asked again? "I can't " I answered. "There is something you don't know about me" ... "Is it that you are male" she asked? How had she guessed? "That's okay" Amy said.
Fear rushed through every cell of my body. Amy was suggesting that we break the most serious, the most holy of all of our laws. Even my existence was a "death crime." To have sex would be blasphemy too!
"I know it's wrong" Amy said. "But I want to." "Amy, don't you know that something is very wrong with you" I asked? "I don't think it is so wrong", she said, "It feels so right." Amy came and snuggled next to me. We melted together and I lost control. We melted together in passion.
As the sunlight crept into the cave with the new dawn, I awoke and looked at Amy lying next to me. My stomach turned. I had raped her! The books of the prophets told us that no matter how willing a woman appeared to be, sex with a man was always rape! I was indeed a vile and loathsome creature. I smashed through the snow at the cave entrance. I ran. I ran and I ran as fast as I could, my lungs exploding in pain to Newtown. I saw a Feminist Patrol car and officer writing out a ticket. I ran to the car.
"Officer, I want to turn myself in" I blurted out. "I am a male, and I have just raped a woman." She flew from the car, gun drawn. "Let me see" she said as she pulled open my clothing. She quickly placed the handcuffs on me and shoved me in the car. Justice at last, I thought.
The trial was the biggest thing to hit Newtown. Newspaper and television reporters were there from all over Amazonian America. A detachment of the Lesbian Legion was brought in to control the crowds of curious. Naturally, my pervert mother and Amy were also placed on trial. I was required to watch as the executioner swung the axe severing my mother's head. And next Amy's. I knew justice was done. My televised trial lasted almost an hour before the just death sentence was pronounced. It was the most highly watched televised event all year. My execution was scheduled for the following day. It was to be televised on an all-day special on all four networks. The National Feminist Network, home of the historical feminist heroine Katie Couric. The Columbia Feminist System, the American Amazonian Company. And the Cable Feminist Network one headed by the great Jane Fonda who won ownership of the network from some man named Turner in a divorce settlement. Many feminist academics were there to offer commentary during the days events which included a Lesbian Pride parade and a huge celebration some said was similar to the old Mardi Gras of ancient times. Back in the jail, the guards needed to properly prepare me for tomorrow's ceremony. My hair must be cut "man-style". My execution uniform prepared with all the appropriate slogans on it.
"Phew" the Sergeant said, "Sure has the male stink about him. Let's clean him up. Off with your rags, boy " She said. I was shoved to a shower. I did my best to keep my male part covered with my hands. I did not want to compound my crimes by making the guards see me. They took soap and wooden brush and scrubbed me down. The Sergeant took the brush and washed my male parts, giving me a hard whack that doubled me over in pain for some reason. "Aw, did I hurt the little boy" she said as she grabbed me where it hurt. "Last time you'll likely ever get to grab one of those" the other guard said. "Let's take a trophy" said the Sergeant. "Better not, said the other, It's gonna be on national TV tomorrow, Remember?" He'd better have both of them for the audience to see before they get cut off.
The President sent a special investigator to question me. The President wanted to know if I knew anything about a secret male underground. I told her that if I did, I would tell her because such a thing is wrong. Perhaps I am the last male in Amazonian America. I hope so. All males are scum! LONG LIVE THE GODDESS!
It is time for me. Now I die. It is right that I die. The feminist prophets have told us about men. It is right! So says the Goddess. So must it be!
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