Quotes from Fred

Fred Reed writes social and political commentary on a web site www.fredoneverything.com. He has a colorful use of the English language. I have collected a few of his memorable passages. Feel free to visit his site for more

"I weary of being harried by a rat-pack of diesel-fired tarantulas who mostly look like Rin Tin Tin's littermates--why, they get mad. (Yes, I know, that was a three-animal zoological-automotive metaphor. Patent applied for.)"
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"We live in a time when legal and constitutional principles are under attack. What once was to a large extent a government of law has become more and more openly a government of tribes. The edifice of civil rights has degenerated into a naked spoils system. Hate-crime laws have come close to outlawing undesired thought. The iron rule of political correctness has distinct resemblance to Soviet-style social control. Much of this is imposed less by the official government than by the meta-government of academia, media, and Hollywood."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"Mercy, lady, mercy. Yes, we males are a sorry lot, sinners all, and neck deep in iniquity. The shame of it bores into my soul. Now you go stand in the middle of Dupont Circle at high noon, with a pair of seven-by-fifty binoculars, and look real carefully all around, and point to one thing, with a moving part, that was invented by a radical feminist."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"What I say is, if you have pool-hall manners, you ought to expect to play by pool-hall rules. Any guy who doesn't work for the Washington Post knows this. Go into the wrong bar, and somebody will likely hit you over the head with a pool cue. Nothing wrong with that. But the assailant will grant you the right, while questioning your ability, to smack him on the head with your cue. Symmetry. Reciprocity. Conservation of parity.
Not those feminist people. They want to swing cues. They don't want to get swung at."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"A lot of guys think about expatriating. A few actually do it. Some make it, and some don't. Some of them you see in the bars of Patpong in Bangkok, drinking their retirements and waiting for their livers to quit. Others go into the insulated gringo warrens of Lake Chapala, near Guadalajara. Others, wiser, go native, run businesses, acquire girlfriends, meld into the country and live happily. It's what you make of it."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"Truth be told, I'm a tad tired of America. I wish I weren't. In the past, I loved the great squirrel cage north of Mexico. For years I hitchhiked the big roads and vast empty deserts and forgotten hollows in Colorado or Kentucky. The country had a certain uncouth vigor, its music a compelling energy, and everywhere a distinctive character: The franchised shopping mall hadn't yet made everywhere exactly like everywhere else. Our people were profligate in their variety, but ethnicities hadn't become warring tribes. There was an imperfect strength to the country, a sock-hop optimism, a naïve moral radiance of prom queens and jalopies rebuilt in garages. We knew who we were.
That America is dying. It vanishes beneath a coercive semi-Marxist conformity imposed from New York and Hollywood. Stalinism Lite: All the control but half the penalties. The country is being remade, becoming controlled, homogeneous, feminized. I don't like it. It isn't the country I signed up for. Societies inevitably change. What is happening here isn't just change. It's degeneration. In the Fifties we had the vitality of rock and the love ballads of Presley. Music was often sappy but it wasn't evil. Now we have the subhuman grunting of rap. Smiling calendar girls have given way to glossy gynecology. Children in junior high get strung out on crystal meth. Kids no longer have childhoods. At eleven they're jaded experimental hamsters who know too much about the sordid. Some call it sophistication but, if so, it's the sophistication that comes of growing up in a whorehouse. We celebrate casual bastardy, elevate the sleazy and inadequate to high moral principle. We bathe in civilization's bilges. I think a lot of us notice it.
Arguably the place has actually gone nuts. Every week another little boy gets tossed from school for drawing a soldier or playing cowboys and Injuns. Judicial idiots enact more laws to make sure kids don't have families. It appears wanton and deliberate. I can't stop it, but I don't have to suffer it."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"Best I can tell, women these days are just bewildered, but don't know it. Women can't decide know whether they want to be bombshells or stockbrokers, sirens or SEALs, and keeping landing in between."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com

"Do young men, or any men, really want spindly funny-looking girls with bulgy knees from not having any meat on their bones? Of course not. This stuff is sheer malignant fantasy, one of our intermittent national hysterias, like Hula Hoops or Prohibition. If you want to see what college boys want, pick up a copy of Playboy. Anyway, the Playboy girls aren't flat-chested stick figures being fed intravenously. They are shapely, as in curved, and run the mammary range from reasonable to Geogia watermelon patch. So who does like stick figures? Easy. Homosexual fashion designers in New York. They'd really like little boys for runway models, but people would notice, so they use linear flat-chested freaks as surrogates."
Fred Reed, www.FredOnEverything.com