Hey, did you guys know Jessica Valenti has a new book to sell? Yeah, it’s about how almost every man in the world she has ever met has almost keeled over dead, longing to sex her up. It totally happened! All of it.
And now, Jessica is making headlines because she is quitting Twitter over rape threats against her five year old daughter. You know, the one she regularly writes about in her columns. The only reason readers know she has a five year old daughter is because Jessica is perfectly happy to exploit the child when it serves her purposes.
Selling books and tantruming off social media are just happenstance, though. Not related at all.
On Twitter, popular writer Jessica Valenti wrote: “This morning I woke up to a rape and death threat directed at my 5 year old daughter. That this is part of my work life is unacceptable.”
No one should be threatening children on Twitter or any other platform (and certainly not because of what the child’s parents write or think), but this is some rich manure coming from a woman who has made her living regularly abusing, threatening, accusing and spewing hateful rhetoric about men. Men are violent, inconsiderate, mansplaining, manspreading rapists and abusers, and Jess is somehow confused that some men might think turnabout is fair play?
Men cannot win in Valenti’s world. Did you express admiration for the lovely and lithe Jess? You’re a dirtbag pig who needs to die. Did you fail to express admiration for the lovely and lithe Jess? You’re also a dirtbag pig who needs to die.
Le sigh. I’m getting mightily tired of these hypocritical damsels barfing up faux distress all over social media, looking for sympathy, when they have dished the same, if not worse, at their own critics. My modus operandi on Twitter is to respond to an initial threat with a threat of my own and then to mute the accounts so I don’t see subsequent threats. I did have the pleasure of interacting with this feminist, who was quite adamant that my children should be taken away from me because I’m not a feminist.
I have had two feminists carry out letter writing campaigns against my husband, demanding that he be fired for failing to police, monitor and control his wife sufficiently on the internet. Think about how insane that is – should he vote for me, too? Pamela is a Harvard educated lawyer, and friend to Derek Futrelle, who himself stalks me on social media and then writes using my legal name, all while making certain to never use the legal names of allies on the grounds that some harm might come to them. Watch. He will write a post about this, claiming the women who have harassed and stalked and threatened me are the victims. Futrelle is afraid of me. He should be. And he should think very carefully about ever showing up on my doorstep.
Amanda, who works for the federal government, posted images of my children and the front of my house, along with my address and phone number. Unfortunately, Amanda forgot to turn off her geolocation data while uploading those images, and oops, I have all her information. Jessica (not Valenti) also contacted my husband’s place of work demanding he be fired. She did so from her desk at the District Attorney’s office where she works.
I have all the information I need to expose each one of these individuals, and to get them fired, not for their opinions, but for stalking, harassing and threatening me and my family. I have declined to do so, because at the end of the day, I need to be better than these morons. I also feel the consequences would far outweigh the crime. In all likelihood, Amanda accessed law enforcement databases in a 100% illegal way to obtain key information, and she would not only lose her job, but lose her freedom if I contacted her employer. Are you reading this Amanda? You tweeted from your desk, laughing at your boss. Remember that? For the rest of your life, feel uneasy. My high mind may not last, and if I decide to pull the trigger, you are in deep, deep doodoo. Federal prison, here I come! Same with you, Pam. And Jessica. I know who you are. I know where you are. Pray I never decide to pay you back.
Feminists like Jessica Valenti will abuse men and anti-feminist women online without hesitation, and then weep bitter tears of victimhood when they get it back. And under no circumstances will they discuss how the most serious threats and harassment come from feminists who have no tools to argue with women like me, other than to invite harm to my children and family.
I’m not Jessica Valenti. I’m not going to pit a hissy and delete my accounts, while playing victim. I’m preparing for the threats to become reality. My rules of engagement are simple: everything is a weapon, and all techniques are allowed. My winning conditions are also simple: I live. I don’t care what happens to you. Attack me, or anyone I love, and I will kill you or at least seriously injure you. Go ahead and threaten me on social media. Cut me like a New York Cheesecake.
Tell me to die.
Call me every vile name you can think of.
Hope I gt hit by a truck.
Tell me you’re coming to get me.
I’m ready for you.
Lots of love,