What Do the Disgruntleds Really Want?

by Ex-PH2

When I was fixing supper Sunday night, I used leftover pasta from another meal. It was rustic pasta, comes in a cellophane pack with seasonings, and costs about $2.00 at Aldi. (Love that store. They have the egg noodles back now!) I had already thawed some chicken to cook and mix with the leftover pasta, so I cut the chicken into one-inch strips, heated the big cast iron skillet and added extra virgin olive oil to it plus a half spoonful of leftover bacon grease for flavor, and started cooking the chicken.

Mind you, this is a dish made mostly of leftovers. All I did to season the chicken was add garlic salt and Mrs. Dash Garlic/Herb. It is so loaded with flavor. After the chicken cooked, I added the pasta to it, stirred it, turned the heat down, and put a lid on it and let it simmer for about 15 minutes, then took the lid off and seasoned it again with that Italian herb mix you can buy everywhere. Then I let it sit for a minute. The aroma flooded my little kitchen. I put enough for one serving on a plate, added the cheese I had already shredded along with carrots and radishes, and sat down with a good book, good food and a pot of hot tea and enjoyed my impromptu supper. I had turtle cheesecake for dessert, too, and I did finish the book I was reading.

While I was cleaning up, I wondered just how many of those noisy Disgruntleds protesting oppression and misogyny have ever made an impromptu dish like that out of leftovers and basic materials. How many of them can actually cook a meal instead of sliding onto a counter seat at a restaurant and demanding vegan scrambled eggs, or just nuking everything in the microwave? How many of them have created a new electronic device that will let a doctor miles away monitor your pacemaker, which is 10% the size of the one my father wore? Have any of them written a fantasy novel destined to become a classic of its generation? Has even one worked as a CGI artist for a film studio? Or found a new comet during nightly observations? Or spent even a few hours a week trying to engineer a way to filter potable water from any source, including floodwater?

They groove on modern technology. They are Facebook adept, twitterpated to the Nth degree, loaded to the hilt on their Kindle, Nook or tablet with books (which they don’t read). They use it, yes, but have they come up with a better version of those electronic libraries, one that will produce the hardcover version in the blink of an eye? And if they want this stuff, then why do they despise wealthy people and big corporations, when the very people who invented those things built multinational corporations out of nothing but a bright idea and are now stinking rich because of it? Are they going to stop buying their precious technocrap as a protest? I doubt it.

Has any one of them even figured out the means of creating a mechanism that can take air, water, and some basic elements and produce edible, nourishing food from it? That idea has been on Star Trek since the 1960s. It’s called a replicator, and it will produce food and water, as well as materials for shelter and clothing. The medical tricorder has been under development for some time now and may be available very shortly. Biobeds may show up before long, too.

They holler about misogyny, quite a bit. Locker room talk upsets them. Oh, yeah? Here’s some real misogyny for you, Sweetcheeks.

Try wearing a corset and hoops or a bustle and carrying a child in your bellies, you bimbos. Try working on a steaming hot summer day, boiling laundry like your great-great-great-grandmother did, or making soap that had to be used for personal cleanliness, shampoo, and laundry. Try being the newly immigrated Irish lower housemaid whose job was to carry 5-gallon cans of hot water up the back stairs to the bathtub of the lady of the household, for the princely sum of 10 pence a month plus your keep. Or imagine being one of the women who found work in a spinning factory, running the yarn and thread spinning machines, with no face mask to prevent cotton or silk dust from getting into your lungs and no protection from the machines, but because you’re a woman, you’re not allowed to wear pants to work, and your long sleeves, apron and floor-length skirt could easily get caught in the running machinery and maim or kill you. Try being someone who would lose your job if you didn’t show up to work because the 1878 blizzard blew into Chicago and New York City from the Northwestern Territories in Canada, and you had to plow your way through 6-foot drifts or lose your job… but if you slipped and fell or were overcome by cold, you froze to death on the sidewalks – and all this, so that you wouldn’t lose your job.

Still think you’re underprivileged and impacted by mystic misogyny somehow? Well, if you got pregnant by mistake and you couldn’t find some old crone with a twig to get rid of it for you, then you’d better pray to whatever God you believe in that when it came time to deliver, the doctor (if you had one) actually washed his hands. And if you were married to anyone in the upper classes or the growing middle class, you were expected to give birth to boys, because #FAMILY NAMES MATTER! and girls were useless things. Yeah, that’s right – you were only good for one thing, and that was bearing children, preferably boys.

You want to vote? Well, sorry, but you’re a woman. You couldn’t possibly understand any of the issues we’re discussing. Go out alone, day or night, with no chaperone? You MUST be a prostitute! You MUST be! Decent women didn’t do such a dreadful thing! You still think you’re oppressed? Baby, you don’t know your butt from a hole in the ground about oppression.

I can’t figure out any purpose of the Disgruntleds beyond making noise and causing disruption and destruction. In my humble opinion, they can’t make something out of a bright idea or raw materials. They can only copy or use what other people do, and/or produce noise and dissent. If they want to bitch about real oppression, we can round them up and drop them off in Venezuela, which is nearing complete implosion, or North Korea, where half the population is still starving to death. If they want to come back home, they will have to agree to become productive citizens and place value on real freedom, and learn some manners.

What point is there to their existence? They’re planning a ‘Million Woman March’ in Washington during Inauguration Day. They want ‘stuff’, but they don’t want to work for it. They want a ‘better’ world, but they’re already living in it. Is it our fault that they’re too dumb to recognize it?

Category: Politics