Way too much fun.

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Recent events, I had thought, was just a little spat.  A woman pretending to be a man, and initially being treated as one until she completely broke down under the slightest pressure.  Women really can't take what passes as the currency in debate that any man not only expects, but delivers.  Rather than being iron on iron, it becomes iron on mud.  Then, when I realized what was happening, and had a great laugh about it, it has become another conflagration.  Now, it did start with me pissing off the man-pack.  Not going along to get along, asking questions that aren't answerable in a forthright, or good, way.  Like questioning the support of Putin because it was based on economics... betting on the evil dog, so supporting it.  While none would attack those things directly, they tried to attack me, personally, in other ways.  Yes, I saw this.  Petty, but typical pack formation and action.

The reason the women/woman got involved was because the man pack, having been rebuffed (the women should have noted this, but women are women, and their men are their men), left a bunch of tired, sore, wounded men for women to have to deal with.  So, they attacked the source of those wounded manlings.  The new attack is off and on.  Women aren't good at this sort of thing, about as good as they are at debating.  Once I realized, through sniff and taste, what I was up against, and what all had happened, I have laughed so hard in my mind that I am surprised something hasn't ruptured.  I don't think the man pack is over having their alpha and false notions shredded.  Still a bit sore, but getting over some things.  Still, betting on evil under the guise of being libertarian or anti-American (anti-Western in whole, but the worst parts of it, in their theories), is bull and I called it such.  The women have been routed just as easily, if more quickly.  But they are still violently sore, and will remain so, off and on, for the rest of their natural lives.  A great little joy, to me, that.

They still can't believe that I can see.  They don't believe other things, things that are right in front of them.  They might even know, but emotion doesn't allow the facts to be considered within their reactions.  So, training will be ongoing.  I did learn a few things though.  Some others can see, if not so well.  I watched as the lead male realized and scooted.  He knows, and he does use what he knows.  He also has limits.  He can't make x or y do z or q.  He can only do, or not, what he does.  So, he let it go and washed his hands of it if he will continue to do what I considered questionable.  So, yeah, others can see.  And he saw more than just what I quietly, implicitly, implied.  He saw what I thought, one of my private concerns, and checked that off the list for me, explicitly.  The other thing I learned is that the female pack has been... reading, here, and deeply.  They are the ones who have been categorizing, linking the thoughts, words, and music.  They stay off the radar, to my weak tech eyes... but as I said, I am not a child of tech.  I am a beast of flesh and spirit, and see with other means.  Now I know.  I thought, at times, that it was just the one.  Now I know.  It's a gossip of gals, and they think they have me, or at least my story, pegged.  And, to a degree, they do.  But, as I mentioned, knowing means nothing compared to feelings, for dames.

I'm just enjoying the game.  Physical, or psychic, bloodsport is my game.  Not at all concerned, either, on any other front.  My life is a miserable thing, but a promise, and even more now, allow me some small pleasures and joys in life.  But it is a miniscule, anemic, sick thing.  Taking it, more now that I have come to great grace, more than most of my kind believed ever possible, or even I deserve, means nothing.  While quite wrong, so it should be discouraged... God has His reasons for my continuation... if that time is up, I should not have any fear or shame.  I will be mildly thankful, if I will pray for your soul in your darkness, so that you might yet find heaven.  Slay, but know... that's a dark path leading most certainly only to hell, a path that once traveled is nigh on to impossible to leave.  The pride and hubris required to consider slaying another to protect a lie such as feminism is not easily surrendered.

Oh, I laugh, and chuckle, chortle, and grin.  The game has been wonderful, even with some of the female pack still growling, if hiding away.  Love me some whine, white as it is.  Love tackling lies and pettiness and powder puff bravado!  The men were interesting, but learned quickly... a testament to the knowledge of their limits from past encounters with things of the wild.  Delicious.  Now I'm hungry!  Dang it... what to eat...  Meh, I'll have to make it to town today.  I need a full load, and don't have enough thawed, or the extra bits, or energy in any case, to make it work correctly.  Double yum!