Can You Tell The Difference Between Elliot Rodger’s Manifesto And Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Notes From Underground?


Despite the death of innocent women, this past week’s shootings near Santa Barbara have had one positive side effect. They’ve brought a very important issue to the forefront of the American consciousness: All men are murderers and no one cares.

If you want to know what it feels like to be a woman walking the streets of Brooklyn during this trying time in California, I’ll explain. You may wish to silence me, but you cannot, because I am typing.

Hear this: As a woman, every single man we come in contact with on even a peripheral basis is plotting a way to murder us with his bare hands.

ALL men. ALL women. All of them at all times.

If you are lucky, you only see the pre-murdering male for a second or two, which is generally not enough time for them to gather up their weapons and call their friends on speed-dial so they can stand on the corner and laugh as he hacks into your neck with a fishing knife. IF you’re lucky.

Unfortunately, those innocent young women who were killed by Elliot Rodger (even though, technically, four of his six victims were male) weren’t quite so lucky.

The facts are not up for debate. We live in a society that teaches men to kill. Why are we teaching people how to stay safe and avoid getting gunned down by a terrifying rain of bullets during a random drive-by instead of teaching our boys not to be murderous psychopaths with 140-page manifestos?

Why are we teaching men to hate women, at home, in colleges, and in our non-accredited online extension courses such as “No One Cares If You Kill Women 101, No Really, It’s Fine, Have At It!”? Why does that course even exist?

Did you know that by the age of five, young girls are already being told that their vaginas smell bad, and this distracts them from being interested in toy robots and high-paying jobs in manual labor?

Why are we literally—I actually mean LITERALLY—teaching our young boys to rape? In sixth grade, my nephew was kept awake for 72 hours, then given a potent cocktail of cocaine and gunpowder to snort while being forced to watch his teacher fellate and then disembowel a screaming baby.

But instead of someone saying, “Hey, maybe that class is inappropriate, we shouldn’t teach our men to rape,” no one bats an eyelash, because giving young boys a little toot of “bam bam” and brainwashing them is seen as normal in our society.

While I’m saddened that innocent young women had to die in order for me to write this article, in the end it’s better that this article was written so we can open a dialogue, because I don’t think any of them really were doing much with their lives in the way of feminist activism. Probably not a big loss, no offense.

As proof of how accepted Elliot Rodger’s hatred of women is in our society, I offer choice excerpts of his manifesto interspersed with passages from another famous misogynist: Fyodor Dostoyevsky. That horrible Russki’s work is even taught as “great literature” in schools despite the fact that Maya Angelou has tons of books you could read instead.

Can you tell the difference between Elliot Rodger’s manifesto—My Twisted World—and Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s Notes From Underground? Just try it.


“In our school the boys’ faces seemed in a special way to degenerate and grow stupider […] Even at sixteen I wondered at them morosely; even then I was struck by the pettiness of their thoughts, the stupidity of their pursuits, their games, their conversations.”


“The hills were full of tall, straw-like grass, and the weather was always windy—perfect for kite flying. It was a time of utmost happiness and joy for me […] The wind was so strong that I feared it would lift up my frail little body and carry me into the clouds.”


“That night I had the most hideous dreams. No wonder; all evening I had been oppressed by memories of my miserable days at school, and I could not shake them off.”


“He was nice to me at first but would soon turn out to be a rotten little prick who I would always get into fights with. He then became my greatest enemy…”


“I was angry with myself, but, of course, it was she who would have to pay for it. A horrible spite against her suddenly surged up in my heart; I believe I could have killed her. To revenge myself on her I swore inwardly not to say a word to her all the time. She is the cause of it all.”


“Little did I know, this injustice was very small indeed compared to all the things I’ll be denied in the future because of my height!”


“Fathers always love their daughters more than the mothers do. Some girls live happily at home! And I believe I should never let my daughters marry.”


“…I would enjoy running up and down “kicking dust”, a game I created due to the dust-like dirt on this hill.”


“In the first place, to blame because I am cleverer than any of the people surrounding me. I have always considered myself cleverer than any of the people surrounding me, and sometimes, would you believe it, have been positively ashamed of it.”


“I hated how she would force me to drink milk every morning and a very foul-tasting soup for dinner. I made such a fuss about having the soup that she used it as punishment.”


“I hated the abrupt self-confident tone of his voice, his admiration of his own witticisms, which were often frightfully stupid, though he was bold in his language; I hated his handsome, but stupid face […] I hated the way in which he used to talk of his future conquests of women.”


“This man we were talking to, he patted me on the back and told me I have a great life ahead of me. With a grin on his face he told me “In the next 10 years, you’ll have a great time, a great time […] it pains me to say, that is the basis of my tragic life.”


“I will kill him! kill him!” I shrieked, suddenly striking the table in absolute frenzy, and at the same time fully understanding how stupid it was to be in such a frenzy […] He is my torturer….”


“They deserved to die horrible, painful deaths just for the crime of enjoying a better life than me.”


“My hatred reached such a point that sometimes his very step almost threw me into convulsions. What I loathed particularly was his lisp.”


“I shivered with pure hatred. I could physically feel the hatred burn through my entire body. I wanted to kill both of them and I was capable of doing it.”


“Black gloves seemed to me both more dignified and BON TON than the lemon-colored ones which I had contemplated at first. “The color is too gaudy, it looks as though one were trying to be conspicuous,” and I did not take the lemon-colored ones.”


“They grew up in lavish mansions, indulged in excessive opulence, and will never have to worry about anything in their pleasurable, hedonistic lives. I would take great pleasure in watching all of those rich families burn alive.”


“You see, you gentlemen have, to the best of my knowledge, taken your whole register of human advantages from the averages of statistical figures and politico-economical formulas. Your advantages are prosperity, wealth, freedom, peace–and so on, and so on.”


“I had to be ruthless and do whatever it takes to attain such wealth.”


“But what is to be done if I have taken it into my head that that is not the only object in life, and that if one must live one had better live in a mansion? That is my choice, my desire […] I will not take a hen-house for a mansion.”


“Damn him. I had a brief conversation before trying to leave his presence as fast as I could. I didn’t want him to find out how pathetic my life was.”


“Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything.”


“It is a dark story of sadness, anger, and hatred. It is a story of a war against cruel injustice.”


Odd: Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes From Underground
Even: Elliot Rodger, My Twisted World
All of them: Patriarchy and why is it OK to rape women and no one cares? #ALLWOMENNOONECARES #ITSNOTILLEGALTOKILL