It, therefore, follows that along the vital Pacific Coast over 112,000 potential enemies, of Japanese extraction, are at large today…. The very fact that no sabotage has taken place to date is a disturbing and confirming indication that such action will be taken. — Final recommendation of the commanding general, Lieutenant General John L. DeWitt, Western Defense Command and Fourth Army, submitted to the Secretary of War, 1942
One of the most shameful failures of American justice was the war-hysteria-inspired internment of Japanese-American citizens in World War II. Evidence from the Federal Communications Commission, the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and the Office of Naval Intelligence that these American citizens were of little concern was suppressed, and the lives of these Americans were disrupted forever not because they were saboteurs but rather because they had committed no sabotage at all.
Using similar reasoning, the rape-farming feminists are at it again—using low-rape-reporting and no-rape-reporting colleges as evidence of … lots and lots of RAPE.
The mania of modern-day feminists regarding allegations of campus rape is reaching levels of paranoia and general insanity that has few parallels in history—even the high level of hostility toward followers of Islam in the wake of the 9/11 attacks didn’t result in the general internment of American Muslims. What’s more, feminists are turning their increasingly toxic attacks on each other in their frenzy to find and destroy any insufficiently unhinged writer for doubting a “rape culture” that has never existed.
In the topsy-turvy, logic-be-damned world of feminist scholarship, colleges and universities that report zero rapes—about 45% of all schools—are the most dangerous, rapey schools of all, and the most rape-prone schools are actually the safest for women.
That’s right—if you are a feminist, the more rapes, the better. To them, the very fact that no rape has taken place to date is a disturbing and confirming indication that such rapes will take place.
The Stupid, It Burns.
The script for this is so familiar that it feels annoying to have to mansplain it yet again:
First, create a lie, like “Japanese Americans are dangerous” or “1 in 5 women will be raped on campus” (the real number is closer to 1 in 5,446, but who is counting?).
Second, when confronted with overwhelming evidence that your lie is a lie, claim that this evidence itself somehow confirms your point—there can’t be zero rapes on 45% of college campuses because [scream this part] ONE in FIVE! ONE in FIVE!!!!! Sabotage!
Third, demonize as a misogynist anyone who points out your lie, much like the feminist liar Mychal Denzel Smith did at Feministing: “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. This has absolutely nothing to do with men’s rights. They just really, really hate women. Gotcha.”
No, Mychal, we just really, really, hate injustice—and the lying feminists like you who demand it through the ongoing oppression of gay and straight men.
Fourth, strip away the civil rights of citizens, whether they be Japanese Americans or male college students, with no supporting evidence for your bullshit claims.
Fifth, expel the targeted citizens from their homes/campuses without due process of law.
Sixth, claim that when the unjustly damaged citizens dare to fight back through lawsuits that it hurts real victims—but only when it is men who fight back.
Seventh, force them into slave labor. Well, that one is for so-called “deadbeat” fathers who have been stripped of their children, but you get the point.
Feminist Bed Death
The disturbed rants and poisonous lies of feminist writers are both cause and evidence of the death throes of feminism—more and more eyes are opening to the massive and growing failures of the largest ideology of hate on the planet. Feminism lies moribund on its deathbed, stinking of human waste and lashing out in imagined agony, calling out to its supplicants in the vain hope that it can abuse them one final time. The heroine wants one final dose of heroin to ease her passing, but no one is left to care except her cats, who wait and swish their tails, knowing that the feast is just a few minutes away.