A woman said something recently about the institutional influence of women and the “coincidental” correlation of woke cultural rot that I think should be considered in light of a comment I got on yesterday’s post. Here’s the comment:
Not only does Nunya get to comment here, the comment was read and now will be used to make a point that ANOTHER WOMAN is making, a point that has something very dangerous about it–it’s backed up by EVIDENCE!
Over in New York City–that east coast metropolis the retards at The Pulp consider local–Cea Weaver had this to say:
To understand how things like MISSOULA COURTS are impacted by this either correlative or coincidental trend in the subjective outrage of the woke agenda looking to get control of something anywhere it can, last August I speculated on the drama in Judge Larson’s treatment court, which apparently had become a hostile work environment for the women lawyers.
It must be really hard for professionals to navigate a hostile work environment. I wonder what some of these victims would do if they had to deal with this image as the wallpaper of the computer at their workplace?
Would it have been nice if I got an apology from the owner of The Silk Road about this image that everyone at his catering business saw as they clocked in and clocked out to serve the influencers of Missoula their fancy hors d’oeuvres?
Yes, it would have been nice, but instead I got my work hours reduced to zero and a demand I hand over the key, two things that make the claim I wasn’t actually fired very disingenuous.
Anyway, if you’re one of the women who has contacted me recently about my dead co-worker, Leah, my apologies if I haven’t gotten back, especially if you’re the one who got shot in the stomach by her brother in the van I sold you. The lawfare and other forms of pretty serious cancel culture I’ve experienced these last few years, not to mention a parenting plan that means jack shit when the victim card is played, has sort of soured me on the confidence used to have as a former service provider who actually did help people, once upon a time.
Don’t worry, despite all this non-actionable hostility, the manuscript I finished on the day the Missoula County Sheriff’s Office finished Sean Stevenson’s life five years ago is the best argument that exists for why Missoula has become what it has become, and makes the bullshit I’ve been enduring worth it.
Thanks for reading!