Pomidor Quixote
Daily Stormer
February 4, 2019
You’re probably aware by now that an unwritten rule of our society is that women are never to be held accountable for any of their actions but this takes it to a whole new level.
It starts with the story of “Lily,” who got empowered by getting jailed because allegedly her life was hell due to domestic abuse and other whore stuff.
BBC:
For many people, receiving a jail sentence would be the worst thing that ever happened to them. But when you’ve been experiencing domestic abuse – as most female prisoners have – you may see things slightly differently.
As she sat in the dock, waiting for the judge to send her to prison, Lilly Lewis found to her surprise that she couldn’t stop laughing.
She didn’t understand why. It wasn’t nerves, exactly, and there wasn’t anything remotely funny about her situation. Lilly’s lawyer had warned she was looking at an eight-year sentence.
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Outside, Lilly had been used to being shouted at, bullied and assaulted. She’d been a victim of domestic violence – like 57% of woman prisoners, according to the Prison Reform Trust. She’d overcome addiction and attempted suicide numerous times. In prison, she’d be safe from the man who’d beaten and raped her, the boyfriend who’d held her at gunpoint, the partner she says preyed on her addictions and ended up as another co-accused.
The patriarchy strikes again, turning women into criminals by domestically abusing them. When women do something wrong, it’s the fault of men.
Why?
It’s funny, actually. Because it really is true. If women fuck up, it’s because we’ve let them fuck up. Biology dictates that women have no agency and no way to impose their will over ours, and because of that everything they do is our responsibility.
The funny part is that these “female empowerment” types don’t see that blaming men for everything bad women do is an admission of the biological principle I stated. They’re admitting women have no agency and that everything women do is conditioned by the actions of men. But they can’t see that. Because they have no self-awareness.
“Seven years,” the judge told her. The charge was conspiracy to defraud. She’d been given a reduction for changing her plea to guilty during the trial.
The smile didn’t leave Lilly’s face. “At least it wasn’t eight,” she thought. Half of seven was three-and-a-half years, so she might get out then if she behaved herself. She could do that, she told herself. It was manageable.
Then she was in the van, on her way to begin her sentence. The other prisoners called the prison guard “miss” – How far, miss? I need the toilet, miss. Lilly silently vowed never to speak in such a servile way. She thought about her four children, and how they would cope for so much longer without their mum. What would happen next, she wondered? When would she get her uniform? What job would she do in prison?
Lilly started laughing again, and she didn’t understand why this time, either.
Maybe she’s just insane, you know?
From inside the van, Lilly looked up to God with a feeling of gratitude. “You’ve given me all this time,” she thought. “What am I going to do with it?”
That’s not really what happened. Time was taken away from her. Her time was allocated by a third party. Nothing was given to her.
But…
Women really do cherish being caged.
The article then describes a bit of her childhood, explains that she was adopted, how she became addicted to drugs and “quite promiscuous” around 15 years of age, and other such woes.
She never once cried about her sentence. Before it began, Lilly had known that she’d be doing it alone. There wouldn’t be any visitors. Her children had been taken from her and she’d had limited contact with them ever since, which made her desperately sad.
But otherwise, she thrived. She wasn’t drinking or taking drugs. She’d been overweight when she arrived in prison, but now she was visiting the gym every day and eating a diet of porridge, eggs and fish. She read self-help books and wrote lists of things she felt grateful for. She studied for qualifications and passed the exams. Putting her life straight felt achievable.
Six months into her sentence, Lilly sat down and wrote a letter to the judge who had jailed her, thanking him for what she called “the gift of time”. She went on: “In my experience prison does not work for most, however it has worked for me.”
See? Women need strict supervision and a firm hand in order to thrive. This Lily whore got that from being in prison.
The more women Lilly spoke to in prison, the more she realised that most of them had something in common – like her, they were victims of domestic violence, but hadn’t felt able to seek help. “Women are petrified to come forward because they know that social services are going to be involved and your kids are going to be swiped from under your feet,” she says.
Evil patriarchs, man. They’re behind everything.
It doesn’t even make sense to say that women who are domestically abused don’t seek help out of fear of having their kids taken away unless they’re drug addicts or terrible mothers. What usually happens is that when a woman calls the cops on the man, the man is physically removed from the home almost immediately.
Abuse had been part of Lilly’s relationships since she was a teenager. For most of her adult life, she had been smartly dressed, confident and gregarious. She’d run her own businesses and held down professional jobs. And as a result, everyone had believed her when she said her bruises came from falling over. No-one had realised she was anaesthetising her pain every night with alcohol and drugs.
There was Michael (not his real name). One morning, while she was heavily pregnant, he grabbed her by the throat and threw her down the stairs, she says. Hours later, she gave birth. The regular beatings began six weeks after that, she says. Once, he beat her so badly that neighbours called the police. When they arrived, Lilly’s daughter Issy, who was at primary school at the time, told them: “Please help, my mum’s dead.”
As well as hitting and punching Lilly, Michael would regularly rape her, she says. “If he wanted sex, he was having it,” she says. After each attack, he’d say he was sorry and Lilly would forgive him: “I didn’t feel a victim in any way at all. I thought this was my life.”
After he was jailed for attacking her, she found a new boyfriend, a gangland enforcer. “Because he didn’t physically beat me, it didn’t feel like abuse,” she recalls. But he would point his gun at her and threaten to shoot. The only time she cried was when the barrel got caught in her new hairdo, messing it up. He left her soon after their son was born.
Then came the man who later became her co-accused. She’d been drinking to blot out the pain for as long as she could remember, and after he became her lover, he plied her with alcohol, waking her up in the morning with a glass of wine. He disappeared for long periods without notice, not telling Lilly where he was, and each time she’d descend into a depression until he returned.
She worked from home, although now she was often too drunk in the daytime to function. Her partner had access to her laptop and all her emails. “What I didn’t realise he was doing was forwarding all my data to friends of his,” she says. They’d ring customers of the company she worked for and scam them. Lilly agreed to open a bank account and a limited company in her name. She had an idea of what was going on by this stage, but it was all too easy to turn a blind eye – nobody was getting shot or killed, so it didn’t feel like a crime.
Lilly loved him, but the final straw came when he offered marijuana to Issy, who was now 14. The relationship was over. Lilly says she called the police at this point and told them about the fraud. He was arrested, and she knew that sooner or later they would would come for her, too. Eventually, they did – she was charged and bailed, and she knew she was facing a lengthy prison sentence.
Then the police raided the home of her previous ex – the one who worked as an enforcer for gangsters, the father of her son. Two days after that, officers took away her children.
This goes on and on about how terrible everything in her life was because of evil men without even mentioning the obvious fact that she chose to be with those men. She could have left at any time, and she should have made better choices in regard to who she sleeps with. Yeah, women shouldn’t make choices, but nowadays they do, and they have to be constantly reminded that making choices necessarily means they have to be held accountable for those choices until they either give up and vote to remove their right to vote, or we win and we remove it by force.
A Ministry of Justice spokesperson comments:
“Evidence clearly shows that putting women in prison can do more harm than good for society, failing to cut the cycle of reoffending and exacerbating often already difficult family circumstances. That is why we have shifted our emphasis from custody to the community and are investing in women’s centres which offer a wide range of support including services around substance misuse and mental health problems. Overall we have invested £5m in community provision for female offenders to ensure women are given the support they need to address their offending and turn away from a life of crime.”
Women don’t really contribute anything of value to society. Their value lies in their ability to produce children, but after the baby stage and once breastfeeding is over, women are not really needed in their lives.
Modern women are choosing whoredom instead of motherhood, so their current value is nonexistent.
They are simply a nuisance animal.