We are now approaching the calendar date of 14 February, a time-slot specially consecrated in Western civilization to certain ritual expressions of spontaneous sentimentality. This may sound like a burdensome oxymoron translated into real-life terms, but I can assure you it is much, much more than that. It is in fact a day when the privileged male of our species, in the brimming fullness of his heart, renders courtly obeisance unto the female by means of ritual sacrifice upon the altar of Mammon in the name of Eros, or Cupid, or whatever the hell you want to call it.
This special day is known as St.Valentine's day
, in honor of no less than three Christian saints by the name of Valentinius, who reputedly suffered martyrdom in the days of the late Roman Empire. One of these Valentines, it seems, got his head lopped off by order of the Emperor Claudius II Gothicus in 280 A.D., reportedly because he would not abjure the name of Christ. Of the other two Valentines, precious little is known other than they were martyred.
Well, 14 February made it onto the Roman Catholic calendar of holy days, and during the Middle Ages a tradition came about that this day was consecrated to lovers - who would engage in such endearments as exchanging letters, gifts, and "tokens". Also, as everybody knows, 14 February is the day when birds chose their mates. At least that is what Chaucer tells us, and he was a pretty smart critter so I reckon he must know, eh?
Back in elementary school, Valentine's Day was a time for munching on candy hearts and making little projects from crayons and construction paper that were given to a randomly selected member of the opposite sex, who was said to be one's "valentine". All very hokey and innocent, you would say - although a certain percentage of the lads rebelled against it.
Nowadays, you know that Valentine's day is approaching when you notice the spike in retail merchandising campaigns built around the theme of "buy things for HER."
And why? Because you can't wait to see the sparkle of joy in her eyes! Because you are expected
to make such observances. Because you might be in the dog house if you fail to make such observances.
Jewelry stores are the worst. They try to buffalo you into buying expensive rocks
, playing upon your (unstated!) misgivings that if you fail to buy such rocks,
you'll no longer be permitted to get your rocks off.
Come to think of it, the jewelry stores are even worse than I have suggested. They don't necessarily "peak" during the Valentine season - they go at it constantly all year round!
But, I digress...
In recent times, the feminists have promulgated a thing which they call V-Day
, meant to be commemorated on or about 14 February. The 'V' in V-Day
is said to stand for "violence", as in male
violence. See where this is headed? The feminist V-Day
was planted like a cuckoo's egg with the intention that the "hatchling" would push the original valentine birds out of the nest.
Or in plain English, V-Day
was instituted as part of feminism's ongoing campaign to destroy normal sexual relations by sowing the seeds of suspicion and hostility between men and women. There, I said it! And nothing in my statement will harm normal sexual relations in any way, although it just might do some damage to feminism. At least I hope it will!
Still, let it be known that V-Day,
for all of its evil intent, has not committed any appalling injustice against any innocent target. For you see, Valentine's Day is a female supremacist institution through and through - a fact which has only gotten more noticeably
true in recent years with the dramatic rise of retail hype. Valentine innocence is long dead; it died with the passing of the middle ages, and the passing of elementary school.
In conclusion, given that neither the traditional Valentine's Day, nor the feminist V-Day
harbor anything of value to any self-respecting male citizen, why not pitch the whole mess overboard with no regrets? I propose that we hereinafter refer to 14 February as V.D.
It is certainly "venereal" in the broad sense of the term. Furthermore, much about it may be fittingly characterized as "diseased". Ergo, it is a venereal disease!
Does that sound about right?
So my fellow counter-feminists, and MRAs of all persuasions, let us take example from the Emperor Claudius II Gothicus, and sign the order for the axe to swing.