Are you kidding?

Do Leftist women have nothing more to worry about than this kind of vagina-gazing, penned at the behest of a good little Leftist Caucasoid Guilty Suckup Male — the UK version of a GOWP?

Apparently so.

From the UKGuardian.com:

How can our future Mars colonies be free of sexism and racism?

by Martin Robbins

The white, male European conquerors of the New World and 19th-century American pioneers of Manifest Destiny still colour the space age, so is it a myth that we’ll turn nice on Mars?

We’re going to Mars – eventually. The quest to reach the dusty red planet is our version of Manifest Destiny, the 19^th-century philosophy that saw Americans spread across their content with the thought and consideration of a chilly lover stealing the duvet in their sleep. There were a lot of different versions of it, but the main themes, as summarised by Wikipedia, should sound quite familiar:

• The special virtues of the American people and their institutions;

• America’s mission to redeem and remake the west in the image of agrarian America;

• An irresistible destiny to accomplish this essential duty.

Conquerors.  There you go.  Keep it up Martin.  This article should be good for a few beddings of Leftist women, if you play your cards right.  Unless you’re gay and it would result in Leftist men.  Same same.  NBD.

But Martin goes stupid early.

Firstly, destiny is rarely great for the people already at the destination. When Africans moved north to colonise Europe they obliterated the Neanderthals. When Europeans seized the New World, its cultures were virtually extinguished. Luckily the only population on Mars that we know of is a handful of rovers, but no doubt we’ll start a war anyway, before dragging them into some form of slavery or oppression. It’s just what we do.

Right.  Those Martians are gonna be so pissed off when we land en masse, cash, drugs, slaves and frowning gesichts in possession.  Ray Bradbury knew they were there.  So did Brian de Palma.  Prescient, eh wot?

To paraphrase Douglas Adams: “Space is white. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly white it is.” It’s also very male and European. Women in space-colony fiction have generally been presented as sexy walking vaginas, whose main purpose is to provide the male astronauts with a place to dock their penis at night. This being necessary in order to “ensure the survival of the species”. 

“Space is white.”  Not so much; engineering is Multi-Kulti.  What it isn’t is female.  Why?  Because not so many females have signed up for engineering classes.  Why not?  Perhaps not so fabulous at math?  Frankly, who cares?  That’s like asking why there aren’t more black cops.  Why?  Eh, well, because they’re not signing up.  Same for chicks.

If they were interested, “they would come,” to bastardize a Kevin Costner flick.

[He wrote bastardize.]

And give me a break, Robbins.  You’re going to predicate your article upon 1950s science-fiction B-movies?  Really?  Are you that much a fucktard?  Man, pussy or dick must be supremely important to you, sir, the way you’re pandering in such a palavering fashion, you trembling toady, you sniveling jackanape.  Heh.  A little Stan Lee there.

So, finally, here we go: the classic Rape Paragraph.  It always gets down to rape.

Except every available single scrap of historical experience tells us that this is an incredibly naive and dangerous assumption to make. Colonies and outposts are portrayed as lights in the darkness; hot spots of progress, ingenuity and adventure. That may be true to some extent, but they’ve also been places of crime, vigilante justice, tyrants, rape, pillaging, abuse and war. It’s true that when things get hard we can see the best in people, but oftentimes we see the worst too.

Kissing in space.  Execute the Evil Caucasoid Man!  Cut off the Dangly Bits!  Give the governor a harumph!

But wait; it gets better yet:

The first woman to be raped in space has probably already been born. And if that last sentence makes you howl with protest or insist that such a thing just wouldn’t happen, then I’d stop a second and ask yourself why.

There we go.  Finally, Caucasoids have to admit that the only reason to achieve space travel is for interstellar rape.  Zounds!  Of course!  In space, no one can hear you rape!

Come on Leftists, be sensible.  Let’s just blow up the fucking planet and be done with it.  But with that I say: you first.

BZ