Most People Are Parrots

My friend’s girlfriend recently moved into my building.

One of her friends has heard of my legend.

I already knew the main talking points, as there is a myth.

It goes like this:

“Tony D is a pickup artist who teaches men to aggressively grab at, rub their dicks on and pester women with psychological manipulations. He is a rape teacher and probably supports Trump. He thinks ‘No’ means ‘Not yet,’ he drinks the blood of virgins and commands an army of hypno-rapists who are ready and willing to do his bidding.”

My friend then asked his girl if her friend had done any research into Tony or his blog, or was she just parroting the myth?

Last week at my neighbourhood park someone spray painted “Men Sexually Assault 1 in 3 Women.” I posted this to Instagram with the hashtags #Misandry #Lies and of course this stirred up drama, with several parrots telling me that this “could be a real statistic!”

I just needed an education, as usual. And why would I get upset over someone spray painting totally true statistics all over a playground? Why can’t I just accept that we live in a society that is pro-rape, and men should all be trained in elementary school not to rape because that’s our default nature, or that our society encourages rape? I must be a monster for not agreeing with the narrative. 

I called the city and they power washed the idiotic slogans off the pavement. I wish they would wash the potatoes out of these dummies heads as well. I can only wait for the mainstream narrative to sway somewhat towards rationality so men can pull their nuts out of their stomaches and speak their truth with being persecuted by the loud weaklings of the world. 

In elementary school we played a game where the teacher would whisper a story into a child’s ear…

…and then that child would whisper it into another ear, and so on until it reached the last child who would then share the mangled tale with the class.

The story was never remotely similar to what the teacher initially shared. Something like, “Little Johnny went fishing with his Grandfather and caught six fish” would morph into “Silly Billy went swimming with his Mother and lost sixteen dollars.”

The lesson here was never believe hear-say, gossip, or myth. Seek the truth by going to the source, and fact checking.

I have never set out to insult, harm, or fuck people over. Not unless they attack me first. But I also refuse to support lies and idiocy in exchange for popularity. And besides, the truth always comes out, eventually.

I’ve seen so many of my friends, writers, YouTubers, podcasters, attacked and labeled as woman haters, rape apologists, racists–simply because they spoke the truth about their experiences, and shared their ideas.

Strength does not always come in numbers. Sometimes strength comes from standing alone, up against the common, against the lies and calling bullshit. That is real strength, to speak your mind when it might cost you your reputation, your career, your money and relationships. 

The next time you jump to label someone, to judge, ask yourself if you’ve gone to the source, if you’ve checked your facts. Are you a parrot?

And dear parrots and haters, rubbing your dick on girls is effective because women are attracted to dominance, confidence, and they like hard dicks being pressed against them. It makes them horny. Just go to any nightclub and watch the dance floor. I didn’t invent that idea…it’s human nature. Just because nobody wants to rub their dick on you at the club, or you don’t have the balls to approach women, doesn’t mean it isn’t a totally accepted part of the mating ritual. 

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