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gary-demar.jpg You may remember Gary DeMar, doyenne of the pro-theocracy website American Vision (“Exercising Servanthood Dominion”) from this piece (“Homosexual Marriages: Square Peg, Round Hole”). Well, he’s back, and seems to have had a change of heart, since his current column is a helpful guide to in-flight cruising. But beware, boys — Gary likes it rough.

No More Terror in the Skies if Men take Charge

How many of you have heard about the November 17, 2009 AirTran Flight 297 from Atlanta to Houston? While there is some confusion about what really happened, there is no doubt some passengers were alarmed enough to leave the plane when it returned to the gate. They believed a terrorist “dry run” was in progress.

And I know some people who still refuse to shower in a motel since seeing Psycho.

AirTran has downplayed the “alleged incident.” Were these men just messing with the passengers? I don’t know, but I’m not taking any chances. Were they scouting the reaction of the passengers for another group that has plans to carry out a future terror mission? It doesn’t matter. I refuse to stand by while a bunch of Islamic terrorists use me and my fellow passengers to make some perverted religio-political statement.

“Am I likely to be arrested after shrieking in panic and stabbing a fellow passenger in the wrist with my spork because he looks even more like Nasser than I do? That’s irrelevant.”

I’m not going down in an airplane without a fight.

But, as you’ll see, going down in an airplane toilet is a different thing entirely.

If a group of crazed men want to overpower a flight crew, they’ll find a way to do it or die trying and take the plane and its passengers with them. All it takes is a few razor blades…Razor blades can easily be concealed. But who even needs razor blades? There are some very hard plastics and composite materials that can be sharpened enough to slit a throat. (Think how easily paper can cut skin.)

You know, I’m no Jason Bourne, but I’m pretty sure even I could handle a terrorist who was trying to kill everyone on an airplane with a piece of stationery.

So what do we do? While the government has decided not to scrutinize Mid-Eastern men out of fear of verbal and legal assaults from the ACLU and Muslim advocacy groups like CAIR, there’s nothing stopping us from doing it. This isn’t to say that there may not be home-grown terrorists trying to bring down planes, but odds are that, to use Ann Coulter’s phrase, it’s going to be a group of “swarthy men.”

Yes, but but the phrase a group of”swarthy men” is Ann Coulter’s answer to everything, including the question, Where is my next orgasm coming from?

And it will take a group of them to do it. So if you see five or ten Mid-Eastern types, probably traveling without wives and children, be suspicious. If you spot such a group, size them up physically.

Check out each man’s package. Try to spot which way he dresses. Ask him if he’s circumcised, then demand he produce his penis to substantiate his claims.

Could you take most of them—man to man—in a fight?

I guess it depends on the kind of combat. If it’s Greco-Roman wrestling, here’s a tip: fight nude and oil up your flanks and torso before the match; that’ll make it harder to keep you in what wrestlers call a “submission hold,” and Gary and the boys at The American Vision call “servanthood dominion.”

Introduce yourself to the other men on the flight. Ask them about their destination, work, and family. Do they fly a lot? Talk about sports is always a good ice breaker. Did they play football in high school or college? For how long? Get an idea of their physical abilities. Do they look in shape? If they’re wearing short sleeves, take a look at their forearms. Meaty forearms are a good sign.

Other good ice breakers include: “Do you like gladiator movies?”, “I find your forearms very meaty. That’s usually a good sign for me,” and “I used to think these seat belts were uncomfortable, until I got my three-strap penis cage.”

The goal is to make the men feel comfortable knowing that there are other men who will do something if there’s trouble. Nothing needs to be said directly, but they’ll know when the time comes for action.

No need to even get up from your seat. Just widen your stance and nudge your neighbor’s foot with your own. He’ll get the message.

If the terrorists get wind of what’s happening, all the better. It will force them to look for softer targets.

Leaving the hard targets for Gary. The harder the better.

How to Strangle a Terrorist
Let’s say five “swarthy men” get up from their seats and begin to terrorize the passengers and shout threats while five more head for the cockpit. What are you going to do? How far are you willing to go to stop them? What if they threaten to kill a passenger? Have you ever been in a knife fight?

And say, so long as we’re getting to know each other…Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

You have to be willing to die but put all your effort in staying alive.

These decisions must be made before you ever get on another plane. This means you and I have to prepare for the possibility that the next flight we take might be taken over by radical Muslims.

How far in advance must I make that decision? When I’m standing at the gate, twitching and sweating so badly the ink on my boarding pass is running, or a little earlier, when I read this piece by Nate Silver:

Over the past decade, according to BTS, there have been 99,320,309 commercial airline departures that either originated or landed within the United States. Dividing by six, we get one terrorist incident per 16,553,385 departures.

These departures flew a collective 69,415,786,000 miles. That means there has been one terrorist incident per 11,569,297,667 mles flown. This distance is equivalent to 1,459,664 trips around the diameter of the Earth, 24,218 round trips to the Moon, or two round trips to Neptune.

[T]here has been one terrorist incident per 27,221,877 hours airborne. This can also be expressed as one incident per 1,134,245 days airborne, or one incident per 3,105 years airborne.

[T]he odds of being on given departure which is the subject of a terrorist incident have been 1 in 10,408,947 over the past decade. By contrast, the odds of being struck by lightning in a given year are about 1 in 500,000. This means that you could board 20 flights per year and still be less likely to be the subject of an attempted terrorist attack than to be struck by lightning.

Anyway, Gary, go on with your thought experiment: What if Chuck Norris had been on that plane that crashed into the Pentagon…?

We can’t sit back and watch it happen. We know what’s going to happen if they succeed in taking control of the airplane.

And we also know, from Flight 93, and the Shoe Bomber and BVD Bomber cases, that passengers will no longer remain acquiescent in the face of a hijacking. The era of people sitting obediently in their seats for three days on a tarmac somewhere while their captors negotiate for the release of imprisoned comrades is over, because passengers now assume that even — or especially — if they cooperate, they’re going to wind up dying in a spectacular fireball. With 9/11 the terrorists successfully “upped the stakes” as movie development executives love to say, much like the producers of the Bond films did with Goldfinger. Which meant that in You Only Live Twice, Blofeld was obliged to launch rockets from an extinct volcano and hijack American and Soviet space capsules in order to spark a nuclear war, rather doing what he did in the book — cultivating a garden full of poisonous plants in order to help depressed Japanese people commit suicide in a more poetic way. Audiences expect the climax to feature Bond infiltrating the massive, yet secret volcano headquarters with an army of ninjas and then blowing the place up, rather than simply delivering a summons from the County Department of Agriculture to the film’s super-villain, citing him for possession of exotic flora without a permit.

Someone must verbally take charge; otherwise people will not respond. That means the person who responds to the terrorists first must tell every man what to do to defend the women on the plane. Appeal to every man’s sense of obligation toward the women and their families.

As you’re commandeering the economy cabin, and drafting all able-bodied men into your on-board militia, reject any offers of help from the females present by gently explaining the concept of male spiritual Headship. (In the interest of full disclosure, I should point out that when I was teaching Kenpo Karate, I worked with a number of women who could easily have kicked Gary’s ass — and mine — but I suppose any man who would sub-contract out his Headship isn’t worth his servanthoody.)

If you never really had the incentive to get into better physical condition, now’s the time to do it. Begin by walking, first on flat surfaces then up hills until you’re winded. Work until you can exert yourself strenuously for at least one minute without getting out of breath. Jumping rope is good exercise and a neat skill to master. This will give you the stamina you’ll need to keep an attacker from getting the best of you until someone else comes along to help. Remember, an airplane is close quarters. That’s to your advantage. The terrorists will be spread throughout the plane and will not be able to get to points of resistance quickly.

It’s like if Sun Tzu had written Coffee, Tea, or Me?

Pick an aisle seat, especially if you are traveling with your wife and children. Your positioning will allow you to move fast at the first sign of danger and to serve as a barrier to protect anyone traveling with you. You will also have a better line of sight.

If your wife objects to you repeatedly tackling people who were just on their way to the toilet, remind her that God personally gave you dominion over the beasts and the Earth, and if she doesn’t like your Headship, she can just suck it.

If you can, pick a seat in the front of the plane.

The best way to immobilize an attacker is by approaching him from behind.

Which is why it’s best to be sitting in front of him. Got it. Thanks for the strategy session, von Clausewitz.

A frontal assault may be your only opportunity, but you’ll want to avoid being cut. This will mean protecting yourself long enough for someone else to get behind the terrorist. Wrap your jacket or shirt around your arm for protection. It wouldn’t hurt to carry a pair of stiff work gloves in your carry-on bag to protect your hands. A rolled-up in-flight magazine makes a good club. Put it to good use; it’s free.

However, don’t wrap a blanket or pillow around your arm, because they charge for those now.

Here’s what you should do if you’re the guy who can get behind the terrorist. Use your belt as a garrote.

Choking a terrorist with your belt will make you a hero! However, if you wind up with your pants down around your ankles during an action sequence, this means you’re probably the comic relief.

There are other self-defense measures, but these are the simplest to perform for the untrained. What else can you use for a weapon? In the right hands, a stout ballpoint pen can do plenty of damage if driven into the soft tissue just under the jaw. Always think “McGyver.” In the right hands, a stout ballpoint pen can do plenty of damage. There’s a scene in The Bourne Identity (2002) that will show you the best technique to use.

But what Gary doesn’t tell you is that in the right hands, a stout ballpoint pen can do plenty of damage. Anyway, the solution to airline bombings and hijackings is clear: show episodes of “McGyver” and the Bourne movies throughout the flight, but refuse to rent headsets to any Middle Eastern-looking men, so when you stab them in the soft palate with a stout ballpoint pen, they won’t be expecting it. Especially if they were just sitting there, reading.

Pump Some Iron

Spent time in the steam room at the gym, trading training tips with other men. Pick the best built guys to approach, since they clearly know what they’re talking about, and ask them to demonstrate which exercises impact which areas of the body by flexing each muscle group.

Work out three or four days a week for about 20 to 30 minutes each day. If you want a basic routine using only dumbbells, email me at and I’ll send you what I’ve developed for beginners.

Include a photo.

Taking Back the Skies

It’s time American men take charge. Your wife will love you for it, and you might even save some lives. There is a new battlefield. Normandy was of a different time and place. The terrorists have brought the fight to our homes. If we’re ever going to feel safe again without turning America into a police state, we’ve got to push political correctness aside and take real action.

Real masculine action. Muscular action.

To quote Joel Robinson from the MST3K episode, Hercules: “Looks like it’s a big, brawny, hairy, glistening, two-fisted manly day!”

43 Responses to “We Have Reached Our Cruising Altitude”

Ooh, I think we found a new friend for Doug Giles.

“A rolled-up in-flight magazine makes a good club. Put it to good use; it’s free.”

But don’t try to shove the end of the magazine into Sigourney Weaver’s mouth, or Yaphet Kotto will call you a “Goddamned robot!”

And Doug’s “gun.”

Oh my, do these tighty righties even realize how much their worship of this kind of “manliness” screams “suppressed homosexuality!”? They sound like bottoms cruising for tops, for cryin’ out loud!

- Badtux the Amused Penguin

Wow. Instant classic, Scott. FAAABULOUS (ahem) job.

I believe in his extremely well-thought-out fantasy here, the terrorists would be standing in the aisles facing the rear of the plane, so as be scary and menacing to the majority of the people; thus, having a seat toward the front would put you in front of him so you could sneak up from behind him. I’ve seen this movie too.

Uh oh. Per Chris Matthews, the jihadis may be ahead of Frenchman Gary DeMar.

A rolled-up in-flight magazine makes a good club. Put it to good use; it’s free.

A firm slap across the nose, accompanied by repeatedly saying “No! Bad Terrorist! No Hijack!” works wonders.

Someone must verbally take charge; otherwise people will not respond.

Wait…someone has to direct people to “respond” to a terrorist trying to blow up their plane? No one is going to be motivated to act until they’re TOLD to?

Fascinating. The terrorists apparently will use a magic Paralyzing Ray that can only be disrupted by the manly roar of the One Man on the plane who is not affected by it. Because he’s a superhero in the guise of a nebbishy late-middle-aged little williwanker. Who somehow learned how to use the VOICE of the Bene Gesserit.

That means the person who responds to the terrorists first must tell every man what to do

Again, in this fondly imagined scenario, the ONLY person who responds to the dangerous situation is Our Hero. And “all the men on the plane” will then respond obediently to HIM! That Voice really comes in handy.

Hey, maybe I shouldn’t mock. If you’re going to have a fantasy, have a really huge, really crazy fantasy. Go big or go home!

to defend the women on the plane.

Which is, of course, the only reason for any man to get up and do something about an existential threat. Saving one’s own life is as nothing to the manly and exciting duty of defending damsels in distress.

I should feel sorry for this guy…his life is so empty and pathetic that he has become ridiculously preoccupied with imagining what he’d do in a terrorist emergency. He advises his readers to do the same: make the possibility of confronting a terrorist into the central motivating principle of their lives. It’s pants-wetting anxiety elevated to raison d’être.

Sad.

But hilarious, too.

AirTran has downplayed the “alleged incident.”

Probably because it was a deranged fantasy concocted by a guy (who wasn’t even on the flight) with obvious overcompensation issues. Kind of like DeMar.

So, this guy is not some parody troll? He’s serious? I’m surprised he didn’t ask for a “nominal fee” to send his manly-man workout instructions.

It would be nice if this does encourage more middle-aged middle Americans to get fit. There is nothing hotter than a strong, confident man with the voice of authority and a big…well, check out my page on Manhunt, or the like, to find out my list of “preferences”. Daddy is an attitude, not an age or income bracket! Woof!

softer targets; soft tissue; soft spot; soft palate

I’m not a psychologist but I play one on the Internet.

Do you think Gary might have some kind of issue with ‘soft’?

Headship Gary has clearly forgotten the qualifying question to ask possible recruits! Namely: “Have you ever seen a grown man naked?”

it’s a shame Walter Mitty is neither dusky nor swarthy, that would be a match-up I’d pay good money to see

What is it with these assholes and their Rambo fantasies? Tone it down guys. People might think you’re over compensating or something.

And, Jesus Gary, could you at least make some effort to hide how much you’re getting turned on writing this? It can get a little distracting.

I’ve read slashfic that was less disturbing.

That’s adorable. But he should remember to be like Tedd “Shut up, infidel dog” Petruna and not be on the plane in the first place.

“to defend the women on the plane.”

Is this how he tries to get a date? Jeeze, all he has to do is go to 3rd Ave and Lexington.

And if all those Macho tactics don’t work on the supervillianterrorists, a stewardess will whip out her tazer and pepper spray and “ZAP!” “ZZZZST!” “POW!”. I’d be surprised if the Stewardi weren’t armed.

This is all very well, but there is no guarantee that suicide bombers will limit themselves to planes. Any situation where a number of people have gathered is a possible target. Bars, for instance.

I strongly urge Gary to practice verbally take charge, and telling every man what to do to defend the women, every time he visits a pub and finds a suspicious number of swarthy individuals gathered there. Extra points if it’s a biker hang-out.

PS: I’ve had daydreams of overcoming Terrorists. In those scenarios I look like “6″ from Battlestar Galactica. Sigh. If ONLY.

herr dokter: Extra extra points if he pulls that shit in a gay bar.
Extra extra EXTRA points if he does it in a lesbian bar: “I’LL protect you wimmins!”

I see Gary managed to get into Western Michigan in 1969, while college deferments were still in effect, and ride out the draft. What a surprise.

Does it bother Gary at all that the guy who DID take out a terrorist on Christmas Day–albeit a pathetic one–was in fact a European film maker, as opposed to a Christian macho man? If we’re lucky, the voices in his head didn’t bother to tell him.

I have to admit that the one thing most likely to discourage me from flying is the thought of sweaty pornstached thumb-heads asking me about my destination, work, family, and whether I played football in high school or college, while taking a look at my forearms and trying to make me feel comfortable. The terrorists have won!

Speaking of real men, getting altitude, and an entire country going down:

Bill S: You’ve never read mine!

Allan, when we mocked you for the comments composed entirely of cutting and pasting, this was not the solution we had in mind.

Homosexual Marriages: Square Peg, Round Hole

filed under “Lockers rooms I am grateful not to have been in”

Speaking of real men, getting altitude, and an entire country going down:

…Yes? …

Begin by walking, first on flat surfaces…

done, and done!!

Normandy was of a different time and place.

…tell Grandad your theory of a stiff ball point pen in the right hand – I’m sure he’ll appreciate it

Could you take most of them—man to man—in a fight?

The average American loses to a sealed bag of Cheetos three times out of four, so what chance does one average American stand against a fully trained terrorist who just spent a month at a camp in the Sudan slitting kidnap victims’ throats?

Sorry for being serious for a moment, but…

Work until you can exert yourself strenuously for at least one minute without getting out of breath.

Jack LaLanne would be so proud of this regimen.

Pick an aisle seat, especially if you are traveling with your wife and children. Your positioning will allow you to move fast at the first sign of danger and to serve as a barrier to protect anyone traveling with you.

The line for the rest room will be quite long, this is true.

Introduce yourself to the other men on the flight.

So instead of them focusing on terrorism, they’ll be fixated on the buttmuncher in seat 19C.

This means you and I have to prepare for the possibility that the next flight we take might be taken over by radical Muslims.

You: jump him. Me: I’ll administrate.

Work out three or four days a week for about 20 to 30 minutes each day. If you want a basic routine using only dumbbells, email me at and I’ll send you what I’ve developed for beginners.

Again. Average American v. lean, hungry, trained terrorist.

Hands down. I’m expecting to die.

It’s time American men take charge. Your wife will love you for it, and you might even save some lives.

Is it just me, or is this a veiled advertisement for Cialis?

Unsurprisingly, it turns out that AirTran flight incident did not happen the way our hyperventiliating little man says…

“If they’re wearing short sleeves, take a look at their forearms. Meaty forearms are a good sign.”

And gently roll up their pant legs to check out their thews. Effective backup requires mighty thews.

If you want a basic routine using only dumbbells, email me at we have plenty here at AmericanVision.org! Just stop by our offices!

Fixed!

Scott, you may joke, but the thought of groups of “swarthy men” wielding deadly 40# stationary keeps me in a constant state of agitation and trembling … I’m getting the vapors just thinking about it!

(Quotes from Peter Graves in Airplane FTW!)

Conversely, it’s also important to identify amped-up, idiot would-be vigilantes who, in confusion and terror, might stab an 80-year old Holocaust survivor or a gas station owner from Boyle Heights with a chewed Bic while they are standing in line to use the commode.

First, smell for urine and/or sweat. Many drench their pants prior to boarding or upon take off. And take note of the conversations around you. If there’s one ferret-like guy who keeps eying everyone’s arms and talking about Homecoming, you might want to alert the flight attendants to keep watch on him.

If he proceeds to pace the aisle for more than 10 minutes, stand up and ask your fellow passengers to take a vote whether or not he needs to be forcibly knocked out. If the Ayes have it, make a fist and jerk it. If he flinches, give him two on the arm. If he faints dead away, lock him in the bathroom for the remainder of the flight.

If a group of crazed men want to overpower a flight crew, they’ll find a way to do it

Obviously, Gary has a different idea when he hears the phrase “hardened cockpit”.

I was always astounded that TSA would think tweezers or nail clippers were a serious threat when people could bring their pens on board. I’d take my mechanical pencil over some dude’s tweezers any day. I figured TSA was just too wimpy to prohibit writing instruments, realizing there just might be a limit to what the flying public might tolerate.

Arghous, I always figured that they didn’t want me pulling splinters out of my ass.

Maybe Gary should read Shibumi and try to figure out to stab someone with a paper straw. That Trevanian, such a card.

Arghous, I always figured that they didn’t want me pulling splinters out of my ass.

or trimming your toenails in (semi-)public

Allan Erickson writes:

Boy I’ll say.

AP — A “confused” man was detained by law enforcement agents after a number of complaints from other passengers on his flight.

According to Air Marshals, the suspect, identified as Gary DeMar, repeatedly initiated unwanted conversation with other male passengers, asking bizarre questions about their experience in knife fights, bodybuilding preferences, and favorite show tunes.

Marshals at last decided to intervene when Mr Demar asked another passenger to make a bicep for him.

Mr DeMar’s estranged wife and two grown sons are aiding authorities in their enquiries.

Mrs DeMar responded to an AP reporter’s request for an interview with a tersely worded refusal to comment other than to say that “Gary hasn’t been the same since he started going to that gym with the disco music.”

Something to say?