The Rantings of a Single Male
Losing Patience with Feminism, Political Correctness... and
Basically Everything
By Thomas Ellis
Rannenberg Publishing
PB, 268 pgs. US$18.00
ISBN: 0-9762-6130-8

Single male alone…and on fire

By Bernard Chapin
web posted May 16, 2005

I was at a job interview last year and the administrator before me
was in her late sixties and outfitted in a traditional tweed business
suit. Halfway through the questions I started to get the distinct
impression that she liked me. She then critiqued the habits of the
person who previously held the position and dismissed her as
being “such a woman.” She then asked if I knew what she
meant? I suspected a trap so I told her uneasily that I did not.
The administrator remarked that she hated going into meetings
without a man at her side.

“No conference goes smoothly without a man in your corner.
Women can do a lot of things but they’re just not as effective in
showdowns as men.”

Didn’t I think so? I gave no answer and hoped she’d move on to
another subject. She did not. The question was repeated.
Sheepishly I confessed that I did not know because I had always
been present in the meetings I attended. I had to say something
along those lines as her commentary was so politically incorrect
that I doubted it to be genuine. I’ll never know whether she was
toying with me or not, however, as I did not hear back from that
district. If she was being sincere, such women, and men for that
matter, are about as rare as girls who scour the unemployment
lists in the hopes of finding future husbands.

Although we can be sure of one thing, author Thomas Ellis has
met precious few women like the one who interviewed me, but,
in his life there has been no shortage of radical feminists, lipstick
feminists, butch lesbians, lesbians in non-Wrangler clothing,
herbologists, paranormal photographers, and occultist hangers-
on. As they often say, “He has lived.” A great many of his
experiences are described in depth as a supplement to his
meticulous analysis and observation concerning men, women,
government, and nearly every element of our sexual lives in his
recent release, The Rantings of a Single Male: Losing Patience
with Feminism, Political Correctness, and Basically Everything.

Yet, his title is oddly inappropriate. This compendium of wisdom
is written in a calm and (nearly) respectful tone. It is not a rant in
the least. Ellis offers up a work of logic. He never lets emotion
obscure the points that he makes. The narrative is joyful and
more reminiscent of boys blowing up Blackcats and Ladyfingers
in the backyard than of a forsaken heretic clacking away in a
dungeon upon a keyboard. Ellis is more Fred Reed than
Matthew Fitzgerald. Very few gross overgeneralizations can be
detected in these 26 alphabetically organized chapters. He
counterattacks the feminazis and man-haters with reason and wit
alone. Yes, there are insults on many a page but they are more
along the lines of Mr. Reed’s “PhD=Purple Haired Dyke,” than
declarations of war against 51 percent of the population.

Roger Kimball once referred to the works of philosopher David
Stove as being “Against the Idols of the Age,” but this phrase is
also descriptive of Mr. Ellis. He takes apart all oppressors, by
this I do not mean apocryphal oppressors like men, but the real
sadists of the social fabric like the gay goodies lobby, the feminist
majority (read=minute minority), the racist devotees of
affirmative action, the “any unwanted touching is synonymous
with rape” organizations, and anyone who repeatedly lies about
men. Ellis writes with the freedom of a man who is independently
wealthy and might never be required to work again. To quote the
excitable lyrics of Robert Smith, “Why can’t I be you?”

The honest truth is that I was not prepared to enjoy this tome as
much as I did. I leafed through its pages and expected it to be
overstated and vulgar, yet the author clearly is in earnest and
conducted a great of research before putting it together. Ellis is
intimately familiar with the feminist satanic works and also the
responses to them which sprung from brave and defiant men.
For those readers who follower the men’s rights literature, I
would place The Rantings of a Single Male as being a rung
above The Miseducation of Women but a notch below
Spreading Misandry: The Teaching of Contempt for Men in
Popular Culture in terms of value and message.

Amidst tales of old girlfriends and hitchhikers arises considerable
insight and wisdom. Most of his views are steeped in common
sense. Indeed, how many men could argue with statements like,

I support social engineering only when it is used to eliminate
itself. I say, feed women “equality of results” until they gag on it.
If we can’t have equal justice, then injustice needs to be applied
equally. If we are to give preference to lesser qualified women
over more qualified men in the name of equal opportunity, then
less capable female soldiers should be doing equal amounts of
killing and dying in combat…Let’s require women to engage in
street-to-street combat the same as men. I just hope they have
entire female divisions so that men don’t have to die rescuing
them.



Bravo! And the argument becomes all the sweeter when one
fantasizes about its dynamics. Entire armies could be forged from
overweight, oversensitive, overindulged radical feminist letharg-
o-bodies. The Pentagon could field an Army Group Ensler or
even a Dworkin Division that specialized in exporting paranoia to
allies in name only like France or Germany . We could empty out
the Womyn’s Studies programs and have them meet actual
sexists in distinctly unfashionable corners of the globe, rather than
allow them to remain here and drolly complain about a patriarchy
that is so unsettling it forces them to perform actual work during
the work day. A minesweeping brigade could fly the banner of
“Fat is a Feminist Issue” and do great service for our nation.
They could hew a path, one way or another, for our armor to roll
through no man’s land.

Ah, how sad that these contingencies are only a pipedream.

Of course this 261 page confessional is not perfect. Some of his
positions are misdirected or too ardent. Occasionally he uses
“women” when he should use “feminists” or the more accurate
“radical feminists” because no man in his right mind would ever
have anything bad to say about equity feminists like Christina
Hoff Sommers or Daphne Patai. An example of this found in the
following sentences:

Still, I hear women’s sports being hyped and marketed to men,
as if we should rush in and save them. I would ask, why should
men support women’s sports when women are doing all they can
to destroy men’s collegiate athletics?”

Here he is mistaken. “Women” in general do not view men’s
athletics in a negative fashion. They’re usually only too happy
(particularly in those years just after college) to watch basketball
and football games on Saturdays in the various bars and taverns
which beautify our American landscape. In fact, I have never met
a heterosexual woman who was even remotely interested in the
WNBA or ever mentioned having an interest in women’s
athletics of any kind—even though I’ve known many who played
them while in high school and college. Such erroneous thinking
sadly suggests that I can only endorse 99.7 percent of this book,
yet, concerning the other .3 percent, I will be content to look the
other way.

Humor aside, The Rantings of a Single Male is a work of
tremendous importance. It draws all the right conclusions about
the serfification of the modern male. We are, thanks to the
government, the inferior sex and it’s time people started talking
about. This book jams a piece of soundproofing into the
Leviathan public address system that is political correctness, but
we are still thousands of sections away from silencing it. Perhaps
Ellis’s book will never be a bestseller, but it is essential reading
for anyone who despises the fascist version of tolerance that
pervades our culture. Anyone who refuses to apologize for their
genitalia, skin color, or nationality should buy a few copies for
their friends, or better yet, leave them on the doorsteps of their
enemies. Who knows, maybe they might even peruse a couple of
pages and then question their masters. If more and more of us
took a courageous stand like Thomas Ellis, men wouldn’t remain
leaden tackling dummies in the endless powder-puff scrimmages
that constitute gender relations.

Bernard Chapin is a writer living in Chicago. He can be reached
at bchapafl@hotmail.com.

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