Clinging in Terror to Big Mama with Her Big Bouncy Boobies

Stuffed inside a long (but intriguing) post on male genetic deficiencies, Hit & Run's Tim Cavanaugh brilliantly quotes Valerie Solanas, whose SCUM Manifesto was the only thing that made the movie "I Shot Andy Warhol" interesting. (On a related note, Andy Warhol getting shot was the only thing that made his life interesting. It's a Campbell's soup can. I get it. If you have to say something is a commentary on something, it sucks).

Retaining the male has not even the dubious purpose of reproduction. The male is a biological accident: the y(male) gene is an incomplete x(female) gene, that is, has an incomplete set of chromosomes. In other words, the male is an incomplete female, a walking abortion, aborted at the gene stage. To be male is to be deficient, emotionally limited; maleness is a deficiency disease and males are emotional cripples...

The sick, irrational men, those who attempt to defend themselves against their disgustingness, when they see SCUM barrelling down on them, will cling in terror to Big Mama with her Big Bouncy Boobies, but Boobies won't protect them against SCUM; Big Mama will be clinging to Big Daddy, who will be in the corner shitting in his forceful, dynamic pants. Men who are rational, however, won't kick or struggle or raise a distressing fuss, but will just sit back, relax, enjoy the show and ride the waves to their demise.