When everyone’s favorite feminist Christian priest, Marc Driscoll, decided to start screaming at the men in his congregation, he probably imagined he’d get the wives and daughters in the audience wet for him. He likely anticipated an increase in donations, as the Christian whores in the chapel would see him as more manly than their own fathers and husbands.
He probably didn’t know that he’d become a fun manosphere meme.
While I can’t imagine that there’s anyone who hasn’t been entertained by this clown, here’s five minutes of Driscoll, kooking out in the most laughable fashion, in case you’ve missed it.
The first group of men that Driscoll castigates are the men who “have been coming here for years, with [their] hands all over their girlfriend[s]…” These men, who have been donating to Driscoll’s Christian church, for years, are subsequently screamed at for not marrying their Christian girlfriends.
Driscoll was not indulging in empty rhetoric. There were certainly many men in the audience who were faithful Christians. These men donated time and money, so that this useless parasite could continue to live large, without working. These men obeyed all the rules of their religious texts. They had what early Christian church fathers called a “natural marriage,” by taking a woman and faithfully living with her and loving her. Driscoll, of course, knows better than Augustine and St. Anselm. He knows better than a thousand years of patriarchal wisdom, which mirrors common sense. He calls these men and their marriages “cowardice” and “neglect,” and asks these faithful men who they think they are, for not manning up, and giving their slutty Christian wimminz a chance at being divorced.
To fuck a Christian slut without putting the noose of the divorce court around one’s neck is “dishonorable,” and “unmanly.” Those in the audience who didn’t realize it were in for a treat, as Pastor Driscoll was there to set them straight.
I fucked two wimminz in the last couple of weeks. Both were religious. One was a Protestant, and the other was Jewish. Neither seemed to mind the fact that I wasn’t much for religion myself. Both pretended to be patriarchal. Both expressed interest in being married. What I must assume is that neither would really be interested in marrying me, unless I were to magically convert to their own respective religions.
It might be that I constantly meet and fuck outliers, but I don’t think there are that many outliers in the world.
What I find more likely is that I meet and fuck random, everyday wimminz. These are the Christian and Jewish (and Muslim) sluts that you brothers meet, when you go to church. They find me amusing to play with. They also find me safe, as they know there is no chance that I will interact with the pool of men they plan to pretend to commit to.
Brother Boxer is a walking dildo and ATM machine, who these wimminz can goof off with on the side, while they are seeking out a good earning sucker, in their own community. Boxer will be discarded, but you will be the mark. It is you who they plan to marry, with the help of their faggot priest or rabbi, who will browbeat you, their victim, into signing on that dotted line.
Don’t think that you can have a “natural marriage,” in this society. Your priest is an agent of the feminist state, and he will be there, to derail your plans.
Thus it is you who will be robbed, the minute that princess decides that she’s not happy. This magic moment, which will (just coincidentally) arrive when the law tells her she can maximize her alimony payout, (in many states, that’s on your seventh or tenth anniversary,) will take you by surprise. Remember me, when it comes to pass. I tried to warn you.
By then you’ll have some sweet little Christian or Jewish (or Muslim) kids, who she will use as hostages to keep you in line. These children will grow up without a stable father-figure in the home, and will likely see a long procession of unscrupulous men, in and out of mom’s bedroom, throughout their tender years. You will pay for this, and I will too, and the only people who will profit are your skank-ho wife, the divorce lawyers, and faggot priests like Marc Driscoll.
So, really, there is someone who is childish, who is a “boy, and not a man,” and who deserves to be publicly humiliated. It isn’t you. It is the man who lives at your expense, without working. It is the man who AMOGs you, when you should be praying and enjoying the serenity of family time. It is the man who interferes in your marriage, during the hours that ought to be devoted to worshipping your God. Marc Driscoll is an example, but he’s hardly the only one.
How dare you? Indeed!