Monthly Archive: August 2012
After writing my last post I was trying to explain it to a co-worker – explain how there are basically three life choices us Men have today, and how none of them will pan out in the long term. I realized that this was a post in itself, delineating these three choices and why they all suck… only to check my RSS feed and see that somebody beat me to it. The options we have: 1) The Blue Pill: Play along with the system. 2) MRM: Fight the current legal system for equal rights from within the system. 3) Game/MGTOW:...
Roosh, the classic Sanguine, has this to say about the state of the Men’s Rights Movement: The biggest problem with MRAs is that they are not activists. They are pamphleteers. They believe knowledge alone will solve the ills of the world. They believe that merely reading about how men are getting shafted will improve the status quo. They believe that one-thousand of them typing away and producing ten-thousand blog posts will change society. The Truth is far worse, of course. Roosh’s rejection is based upon an apt assessment of their topology; it’s violent tremors in the geography which worry me....
A Tale of Hot Girls on Motorbikes I’ve mentioned the Nihilistic Abyss before. Let’s take a stroll through some of her corridors, shall we? (H/T Half Sigma) Above is a picture drawn by New York shooter Jeffrey Johnson. Let’s call her Action Girl. Some of you see the woman above as a sexy Hollywood myth – exaggerated and mythical, perhaps, but in no way dangerous. Others might see an Artifact of Feminism, a You-Go-Grrl! starlet, cast in The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, leading around Shia Labeouf and protecting him from killer robots. Just another aspersion against Masculinity… But the...
Read this: http://no-maam.blogspot.ca/2012/07/the-marxist-dialectic-of-family-part-ii.html
This is not a character assassination. This is not even a description of a specific individual. Rather, this is a captured zeitgeist, a Parable of our Age, a symptom of our present sickness. Note that I said Dissolute, not Profligate (Caesar was always careful with his words); he is as much a victim as the rest of us. The Dissolute Man is not found in some movie studio, deep within the bowels of Hollywood, buried amongst the ancient tomes of memetic biology, manufacturing the contagion – far from it. The bright lights of the Nightclub are what call to him. ...
Most writers in the alt-right/reactionary/androsphere seem to be city dwellers. Certainly Apocalypse Cometh and Wimminz write from the urban perspective, and I suspect this is part of the reason they (as well as myself) tend to have such dire predictions about how bad the Decline is going to be. In the cities, the cracks are starting to show. Forget about the violent crime rates – for those of us living in or near the Downtowns, it’s the subtle problems that stand out. The debased standard of living amongst the lowest class, drinking cheap liquor in public parks, ever reliant on...
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